#slash trying to escape from this lol

[xnzlian]

When my ocs hang out.

Slash, Silver, Crow and Ox belong to me

[sparklykaminarii]

PATCH UP DUTY! ༉‧₊˚.

synopsis: your shinobi boyfriend got hurt on a mission, and luckily for them their trusty girlfriend is here to help! (mentions of wounds and blood, SFW) FT. Gaara, Naruto, Sasuke, and Shikamaru

a/n: finally im back!! missed writing more than I expected lol also sorry naruto fans I didn't know what to do with him really!! (⁠ ⁠≧⁠Д⁠≦⁠)

☆ SILENCE. (FT. GAARA)☆

"You don't have to do this, (Y/N)." Gaara murmurs, resting his arm on the table. You ignore his comment, unraveling a roll of gauze. Sitting there patiently, he watches as you carefully formulate your supplies with precision.

Grabbing a chair next to him, you begin to treat his wound. A large slash down his forearm, yet shallow enough to not cause any substantial issues. But the bleeding alone was enough to make you pout.

Meticulously dabbing a cloth over his wound, not a single word escapes from either one of you. Steady breathing fills the empty silence, a comforting phenomenon that always came along with Gaara. He wasnt the type to speak unless he had to, even then his sentences remained short and meaningful.

Picking up a swab coated in sterile saline, then patting it along the gash, You glance up to check Gaara for any signs of discomfort, an instinct that came along with treating injuries.

Suddenly, your rhythmic movements halt abruptly.

Your eyes meet.

For a moment neither of you move. His cold teal eyes grasp yours, indecipherable but fierce. Almost like he was studying you, memorizing the way your eyebrows furrowed with concentration, the way your eyes squint slightly as you focus. There's no falter nor embarrassed look away—only fixed tranquility.

He still doesn't look away.

Gaara isn't the type of person to shy away when he's caught staring, especially if it's something he's infatuated by. Instead his gaze intensifies, as if he's trying to understand something—himself. Why does he feel this odd warmth in his chest every time he's around your vicinity? Why does his heart slow but his breathing quicken as soon as he feels your delicate touch? It's all so new to him.

You catch a glimpse of something that crosses his face. Although hard to catch, you still caught it. A rare tenderness he rarely allowed himself to show.

"...Does it hurt?" You ask gently.

Immediately, his lips part, like he wants to say something. But instead, he simply shakes his head "No. It's fine."

However, his eyes still haven't let you go. At least not yet. Not until you look away first, flustered by his silent potency. And even then, he's still watching, his thoughts unsolvable, his heart struggling to make sense of feelings he's never felt before.

☆ BIG BABY! (FT. NARUTO) ☆

"Ow, ow, OW— (Y/N), you're killing me!" Naruto whines throwing his head back like he's just been stabbed in the chest.

You glare at him, pressing the antiseptic soaked rag against the scrape on his cheek. "It's just a tiny scratch, you big baby."

"A tiny scratch?... Do you see the SIZE of this thing? I was fighting for my life out there!" He puffs, pointing at the scrape. You sigh loudly, muttering about how ridiculous he is, Naruto crossing his arms childishly at the comment.

Tossing the rag aside, you grab a glass bottle filled with ointment. "You literally get punched through walls, but this is where you draw the line?" You retort, leaning in closer to spread the ointment more precisely

But unknowingly, you closed in the last bit of space between you two, the lack of air making Naruto's brain go fuzzy. Actually, he was completely frozen. Too stunned to speak. His usual goofy demeanour falters for just a moment, his breath pausing as heat rises to his face. He's blinking rapidly, unsure of where to look. He's lost in the way your fingers gently grasp his jaw, tilting his head slightly backwards. And he's fixated on the pacing of your breathing too, feeling the warm air against his cheek.

Fuck. You were way too close. He swallows hard, "Uh..." He scrambles to find his words, for the first time, the Ultimate Knucklehead Ninja is speechless.

You raise an eyebrow, feigning innocence as if the close proximity wasn't a part of your plan. "What? You were just talking a mile a minute, and now you're quiet?" You spit, lips curled slightly as you spread the thick medication across his cheek.

Naruto quickly averts his gaze, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. "N-Nothing... Just... uh... you must be really focused, huh?" He lets out a nervous chuckle, trying to slow down the sudden pounding in his chest.

Rolling your eyes, you twist the cap back onto the bottle. Adjusting himself on the couch, Naruto tries to retrieve his cool, as if his face weren't a bright tomato red. You continue patching Naruto up, still bickering back and forth with him. Only this time, he seemed to be a bit more jittery and shaky with his responses.

But later, when you're finished and packing away your supplies, you swear you hear him mumble something under his breath. Something that makes you smile not matter how much you stifle it back.

"Man... I think I just feel for you even harder..."

☆ STUBBORNESS (FT. SASUKE) ☆

"I'm fine."

You exhale sharply, ignoring Sasuke's regular resistance. Placing a cloth over the gash and then applying mild pressure, you attempt to stop the bleeding from his neck. "You're bleeding, Sasuke."

He doesn't flinch, nor does he wince. Instead he's just sitting there, stuff but compliant. His arms are crossed, like this whole situation was just some minor inconvenience. Of course. It wasn't unusual for Sasuke to act so detached, always pretending to be unaffected yet his body always said the opposite.

You shake your head, "Just let me help, okay?"

Sasuke sighs through his nose, but doesn't dispute with you any further. That was the most compliance you'll ever get out of him.

The wound on his neck wasn't deep, simply messy. Dried blood strips near the opening, and despite his bluffed collectiveness, you could tell he's exhausted. It wasn't uncommon to see Sasuke injured, oftentimes training tirelessly, or engaging with enemies he underestimated way too much. But this time, you could tell he wasn't just worn out physically.

Too lost in your thoughts, you accidentally prod the cloth a bit too harshly, making him tense up for a moment. Not a flinch, but you swore you heard his breath quietly hitch.

"Sorry," you murmur.

Sasuke though, doesn't say anything. But as you continue, grabbing other materials, you treat his wounds with extra care. Fingers grazing his skin with gentleless, you begin to notice something. His breathing slows. His once taut shoulders are now relaxed under your touch.

He isn't just tolerating this, but he's allowing it.

There's something strangely intimate about this silence. Perhaps it's the way, you're the only one he lets close like this.

Then you feel it. His gaze locked on you.

Holding the gauze in your hand, you pause.

"Sasuke?"

But still, no answer.

You peek up at him, expecting his eyes to rush away like they always do, but he doesn't. His distant black eyes are now fixated on you, unreadable, steady, yet softer than usual. They lacked their usual sharpness, but instead grew of quiet observation.

The sight sends your heart into your throat.

"...What?" You ask, voice barely above a whisper.

He blinks, laggard and calculated. His lips part ever so slightly, like he's about to speak but he doesn't. Instead, after a moment, he exhales and mutters, "Nothing."

Taking in his answer, you continue on with patching him up. But his gaze lingers, still focused on you. Even after you finish patching him up. Because as he stands to leave, his lips part open again, like there's something on his chest that's dying to come out.

And then, he turns away, his voice—low and nearly inaudible.

"...You don't have to worry about me so much."

☆ GENTLE (FT. SHIKAMARU) ☆

"This is such a drag..."

Shikamaru groans, resting his head against the wall as you kneel beside him, tending to the slash across his chest. He's always complaining and always acting like everything takes up so much of his precious energy. But he hasn't moved an inch since you've started.

"You say that like I'm the one who got you hurt," you mutter, blotting a rag over his wound.

A long and slow breathe escapes his lungs, "Tch. Guess that's fair."

His voice is low and sluggish, like sitting here was simply exhausting. Despite having a fresh injury, he seems to be half asleep. Typical. You should've expected him to act like this was more tiring than the actual fight.

"Hold still," you say, pressing a bandage against his skin tightly.

Shikamaru doesn't even flinch. Doesn't really react at all, really—except for the way his eyes flicker downwards watching the way your fingers dance over his chest, you brows knitting together in silent concentration.

You don't notice at first, only until the silence begins to grow way too suspicious.

You glance up, only for him to be looking back at you.

You waver, gripping the roll of bandage.

"What?"

But, he only blinks at you, hushed but calculated, unbothered at the fact you just caught him staring. In his eyes, there's no sign of embarrassment nor instant divergence. Just quiet deliberate eyes, like he's studying a foreign topic.

"You're being weird," you comment, focusing your attention to bandaging him up.

Shikamaru's lips twitch into a lazy smirk. "Nah. Just thinking."

"Thinking about what?"

He pauses, and so do you. His eyes dart towards something—not away but lower, to where your hands are still resting on his chest, rising up and down as he breathes.

"You're pretty gentle," he murmurs.

Your breath catches to the back of your throat. But before you can respond, he leans his head back again, shutting his eyes like he's done speaking.

Shaking off the unexpected heat in your cheeks, you huff "You say that like you expected me to be rough."

"Didn't say that," He mutters, eyes still shut.

"Then?"

He exhales a small tired sigh. And then without opening his eyes:

"I think I could get used to this"

Your hands still for half a second, but he doesn't say anything else. Instead he lets the silence between you two settle, as if it were meant to be there.

And when you finally pull back, he doesn't move right away.

Like he's in no rush to leave your touch.

[astralis-ortus]

when it's less-than-ideal

✱ boyfriend!bc x gn!reader

— you can't judge a relationship only based on its good days.

w.count → 0.9k genre → comfort, a dash of comedy at the end warning → chan referred to as chris, babe, my love; reader referred to as baby and babe; kind of sad but it ends well♡ a.n → basically i'm projecting what kind of relationship-slash-communication style i want in a relationship, so... yeah. think i'll be on my own for quite a while, lol. anyways! i also have an announcement here about requests, commissions, and fanart shop, do check it out♡ ⋆ if you're enjoying my stories, do send me a ko-fi ⋆ see masterlist

chris has been acting weird lately, and you don't know why.

you're usually not one to mind—given the way his schedules these days barely even spare the time for him to rest, you understand that your boyfriend is bound to be less like his usual self. you've sat down with chris to talk about it early in your relationship—the expectations, the ideal and less-than-ideal situations, the how-tos, and 4 years in, everything has all worked out just fine.

lately, however,

chris has been acting really strange.

"babe, i'm home," chris' voice softly echoed through the apartment, followed by the rustling of what you could assume is the layer of jacket and hoodie you got him to wear to battle the dropping temperatures of november seoul. "where are you?"

"kitchen!" you chirped, swiftly rinsing off the pots and pans you've been battling against for the past 10 minutes, "i'm still washing the dishes. are you hungry? i made some curry for dinner, it's in the—babe? are you okay?"

the cheeriness in your voice immediately turned into worry when you felt chris' arms around your waist, holding you tight as he allows himself to melt onto you, face buried in the crook of your neck.

after all the years of being at the receiving end of chris' special mix of physical affection, you've naturally learned to differentiate the meaning in your boyfriend's touches—is he just being affectionate? or is he trying to tease you? is he jealous of the interaction you had? or did he sense something and is trying to keep you safe? you have always been able to read chris just from the way his skin grazes upon yours, and so far you've barely ever been wrong,

but god, you sincerely hope you're hitting far from the mark this time.

"hey," you softly called out upon the absence of chris' response, quickly disregarding the dishes to rinse your soapy hands before turning to face chris' tired features, "is everything alright, my love?"

instead of an answer, chris simply leaned onto your touch as soon as your hands came to cradle his cheeks—ones freezing from the cold weather he just escaped moments ago, and only then, you realized just how long it has been since you've properly seen your boyfriend.

how come you haven't noticed the dark, looming shadow in his eyes? or the way his skin had lost its usual glow and instead grew dry with the season? how come you didn't see the way the corner of his lips had grown heavier, or the way his curls you oh-so adored had adopted its long forgotten frizz?

how come it took you so long to properly see chris?

"i'm sorry, baby," running the pads of your thumbs across chris' cheeks, you forced yourself to swallow the lump of guilt lodged in your throat, "i just realized i've been too inattentive to you, and i'm sorry. have you been wanting to talk it out with me?"

and only then, you saw the faint glimmer you fell in love with, peeking between the grey clouds in chris' eyes.

"yeah," despite the hoarseness in his voice, you could hear the warmth returning in the words chris uttered as he nodded, "but i just… i didn't know how to bring it up since i knew you've been dealing with your own stuff as well."

chris quietly exhaled, soft breath grazing your lips when he leaned his forehead onto yours and let his eyes fluttered close, allowing his walls of self-protection to finally crumble as he speaks, "i'm sorry, baby. it was never my intention to let this fester for this long or to make you feel bad in any way. i just didn't know how. i promise."

you know you're not perfect, and neither is chris—but you also know chris has always made it his life mission to make sure you're the happiest you've ever been when you're with him. one honest mistake will never erase the efforts and sacrifice chris has ever made for you, and you'll never let that happen.

"i know, baby," you hummed, lightly dragging the tips of your nails against his scalp when your fingers found the dark locks of his hair, "i don't blame you. i shouldn't have assumed about your condition and let it slip too. i won't let it happen again, i promise."

and you can feel the way chris' shoulder relax at the words you utter,

because just like him, he knows you'll do everything in your power to keep every single one of your promises.

"thank you, baby," chris pulled you into his embrace, completely engulfing you in his warmth while he pressed his lips on your forehead. "i promise i'll try to be better at this too, and thank you for being patient with me. i love you."

it didn't matter how many times have you heard chris whisper those three words in your ears, or how many times have he held you like you're everything that ever mattered to him,

chris will always make your soul feel the most alive it has ever been.

"i love you too, baby," you finally allowed yourself to smile as your arms found their way around your boyfriend's waist, holding him close as you listen to the rhythm of his heartbeat—

"…babe?"

"…yeah," chris sheepishly nodded while rubbing his stomach, "i haven't had lunch too, actually…"

a protest involuntarily slip past your lips along with the forming lines of frown between your eyebrows, perfectly portraying your disapproval of chris' course of action.

"go sit down, i'll fix your plate for you," shaking your head, you turned towards the pot of warm curry on the stovetop in faux disappointment before you continued,

"and we'll talk about whatever's been stressing my christopher out, okay?"

oh, you can definitely confirm,

the sound of chris' soft chuckle will never fail to bring a smile to your face.

©️ astralisortus, 2024. | likes and reblogs are highly appreciated♡

[owololcat]

Slugcat Dashboard Simulator!!!

💥 scavslayingchieftain

what in void’s name are these fucking thingies? /pos

⦻ vultureculture-deactivated119023

those are yeeks! They're normally native to outer expanse, though you may occasionally find a few in farm arrays if you're lucky! :3

💥 scavslayingchieftain

I love em gimme like 20

🍯 gourmdan-ramscug

I just saw a pup get carried into the treetops by a squidcada. Their mom was able to grab em before they could get hurt but now I'm wondering how many squidcadas it’d take to lift me…

🍯 gourmdan-ramscug

clerik dem

🎭 long-live-4pe

I think catboy pebbles would kill a wildscug.

🐁 the-johndoe

Wildscug from Outer Expanse here, can confirm. I only got one second to process the glory of an iterator in a catboy costume before I got my brain nuked and woke up back in The Wall.

🎭 long-live-4pe

… Not what I meant, but this is most certainly funnier than what I intended.

👁️ ripples-and-reflections

heyyyy sorryyyy your mate went down to the void sea and became an echo. yeahhhh he’s stuck between life and death with no escape to either. his attachment to his worldly desires was just too strong, sorryyy.

��� ur-getting-eepy

OE scugs, today is the day we finally decide...

🍯 gourmdan-ramscug

This is actually a fun way to gauge the colony's opinions on my antics. I’ll be keeping tabs on this! Thanks, Hypnotist!

🌀 ur-getting-eepy

OH HI DAD

🐟 moons-secret-lovechild

I just found 2 dead noodleflies with their needles shanked into each other. Can any nature-smart scugs explain why they do this?

🌼 fren2all

actually it's just a simple territorial dispute, which are always battles to the death in noodleflies. but what's really interesting is that if there's a winner left alive, they'll actually adopt the baby noots of the loser!

🐟 moons-secret-lovechild

Huh. Talk about a custody battle, am I right?

💥 scavslayingchieftain

my iterator just gave me a pearlreader and a cluster of pearls with a graphic novel series called “Spinning Top’s Folly” on them and WHERE THE FUCK HAS THIS BEEN ALL MY LIFE???

🪡 slash-srs

A new face to share brainrot with is always a welcome sight.~

💥 scavslayingchieftain

oomf, you don't get it.

i used to be a wildscug.

this is my first taste of iterator entertainment.

i can never go back.

🪡 slash-srs

OH SHIT, THAT IS A BIG DEAL. Anyways, your iterator picked a great first series for a creature who's unfamiliar with the benefactors and their history! If you're interested in fanfiction, I recommend trying to get your paws on some of the “Eternity Confluence” pearls by The Werelizard! Its this really silly canon divergence fic where Howlite Skies follows Spinning Top when they run away from the creche, resulting in extra shenanigans and a happier ending for both.

🦎 da-littlest-lizor

imma lizardcat, actually, but ty for the shoutout! I had a lot of fun expanding upon the sibling dynamic they had in the early chapters :}

🪡 slash-srs

H-HELLO?????

🐁 the-johndoe

I stole an egg with plans to eat it the following cycle but oops looks like I'm a dad now. forgive the shitty quality but meet batnip bread everyscug

🌼 fren2all

Pretty fucked up lookin slugpup

🐁 the-johndoe

monk ur supposed to be the nice one, don’t insult ur niece! >:T

🐁 the-johndoe

#so this is the fabled found family

@gourmdan-ramscug MOOOM HYPNOTIST AND MONK ARE BEING FUNNIER THAN ME ON MY OWN POSTS AGAAAAIN!

🌼 fren2all

Fuck kinda dad runs to the grandparent to solve his problems? lol

🐁 the-johndoe

I will suplex you into a patch of protorot grrr

🎭 long-live-4pe

Guess who finally got their title? The Gentleman, at your service.~

🦎 da-littlest-lizor

holup i thought u were a messenger how tf u get a title?

🎭 long-live-4pe:

I actually reside in a colony atop Four Painted Easels. I am a messenger by employment rather than by purpose!

As for how I earned a title in the first place, the scavengers took a pearl that was of great importance to 4PE, so I swiped it back from right under their snouts. Apparently I greatly resembled a gentleman thief from some old novels from the benefactor era.

🦎 da-littlest-lizor:

oh those scavs are gonna send they best elites after u lmao. i can def see how a colony would see you in that way tho, congrats! u earned it!

[macabr3-barbi3]

Hex: Smile Like You Mean It

helloooooo again everyone! A HUGE thank you to the beloved @darling-dovey for this request from the International Women's Day event- your support means the world to me, and I hope you enjoy this second part! ᶦᵗ ᵐᶦᵍʰᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃˡˢᵒ ᵃˡʳᵉᵃᵈʸ ᶦⁿˢᵖᶦʳᵉᵈ ᵐᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ᵖᵃʳᵗ ³ ˡᵒˡ

Tags: mentions of murder, blood and gore typical of the game; the tentacles are Involved™️this time; vaginal sex; Eldritch Alastor; monsterfucking basically LOL; belly bulge; overstimulation; hint of softness 👀

You can find part one of Hex here, and if you are also a fan of the idea of Hazbin x Dead By Daylight you can check out the Hooked on Hazbin masterlist from last Halloween!

You can’t be in the police department now without thinking of him. Sneaking through the hallways trying to avoid the killer of the hour, you always seem to freeze like a deer in headlights in the room where Alastor had laid you across the desk. It had gotten you a knife or an axe in the back more than once, but you couldn’t help the way the memories came rushing back; the static of Alastor’s voice in your ears, his clawed fingers digging into your hips, the pleasurable tension in your body as you rocked in his lap. 

It was something to cling to in the everlasting darkness that was your existence. The rest of the killers were more of the same as usual- running, hiding, repairing, dying on an endless loop like a hamster on a wheel. Between trials, in the blissful quiet of the clearing with the campfire before you, you could close your eyes and think of Alastor, look forward to the next time the Entity granted you a moment alone.

She hadn’t yet. You had seen him in trials since that day, but he didn’t treat you any differently; he still chased and slashed you and the others, sacrificing the men at every opportunity, letting the women just barely escape with their lives. You kept your promise and said nothing to the others about his tendency to spare, making sure to keep up the act of being terrified despite knowing that you would always be returned to the fire. You even told a little lie when Jane floated the idea of Alastor taking it easy on the women, finally observant as you had been. You denied it, told them that it wasn’t possible that he always let the women go, because he had sacrificed you before. Ever with a flair for the dramatic, you exaggerated a tale of a trial that you had been the last one out of, descriptive in your retelling of how Alastor’s blade had torn you apart, the pain blinding and deep before it had blissfully ended.

What had really happened was he had slashed at you and hit home, and you hadn’t mended yourself in time to stop from bleeding out after the rest of your team had been sacrificed. But they didn’t need to know that.

Thankfully, he was generous enough with non-lethal blows that the rest of the ladies agreed that he couldn’t possibly be showing them mercy, and the matter was dropped. Lying didn’t sit right with you, but it was unavoidable in order to keep up your end of the deal that you had made- a small price to pay for the promise of a bit of pleasure amongst the horrors. 

With the trials you had been having lately, you hoped that your next private encounter with Alastor would be soon. There was something strange in the air amongst the killers- one by one they were somehow getting stronger, faster. More lethal and terrifying than they had ever been before, sporting extra limbs, sharper weapons, larger forms. Like the Entity was giving them more power somehow, drawing from the fog, from the fear of the survivors to make everything that much worse. You had died in your last eight trials; on hook, speared by the entity when you couldn’t find the hatch in time, a particularly gruesome encounter with the Dredge that had haunted what little sleep you managed to find time for. You hadn’t heard anything from the others about Alastor getting any stronger, but you knew it was just a matter of time before the privilege was extended to him as well.

The world is too quiet when you arrive in the Red Forest, the crack of a tree branch behind you alerting you to Bill’s presence. He offers you a quick salute before he’s off, the quiet sounds of a generator following his departure. The temple looms before you, huge and ominous as the rain strikes it in a steady rhythm, and you allow yourself the briefest moment of rest before you turn and head in the opposite direction that you had seen Bill go.

You spot Jonah, his larger frame poorly concealed behind a log as he sneaks closer to the Killer Shack to work on the generator there, and stumble upon Jake cracking a chest open close to one of the exit gates. He gives you a little wave as you continue on, not quite sure what you’re looking for yet- some sign of a Hex totem maybe, or an item that would tell you who the killer for the trial was.

But there were no axes or knives in the lockers to indicate the Huntress or Trickster; no creepy little puppets sitting around to give the Pig away; no weird cases that begat flame turrets for the Xenomorph or strange holes in the ground for the Demogorgon. That didn’t take away the possibility of one of the stealthier killers like Ghost Face or the Shape, and you found yourself looking over your shoulder as you got closer and closer to the temple.

The sound of the rain fades as you come slowly down the steps, still nervous at the lack of any sign of the killer but thankful for the peace. You hear a generator pop in the distance, followed by an explosion as one of your teammates fumbles their own wires in response, and only then do you hear the faintest hint of jazz echoing from the catacombs below.

Alastor.

The music gets louder quickly, and you fight your initial instinct to hide as he appears at the top of the stairs, looking just as surprised to see you as you were seeing him. “Well! What a coincidence, seeing you here,” he says, that smile of his growing wider as he approaches. “Shouldn’t you be off doing a generator?”

“I am,” you defend, even though you had been doing no such thing. “I was- going for the one in the catacombs. I didn’t know it was you.”

“Hmm, I see. I suppose while I have you I may as well gather some intelligence. Tell me, what teammates have joined you in this lovely realm?”

You glance through the nearest archway, ensuring that no one would see you casually conversing with the Radio Demon. Casually betraying your friends. “Jonah,” you say anyway. “And… Jake and Bill.” And when his eyes light up you realize belatedly that you’re the only female in the group- you’d been so distracted by the quiet, the false peace of the realm that you hadn’t thought about it. Once the guys were gone you would be left alone with him, and the potential of a repeat performance of the last time you had been together like that makes your face flush. “I won’t tell you where they are,” you add, more for your own benefit than anything else; it makes it feel less like stabbing them yourself, knowing that he would come after them, sacrifice them to the Entity while you would get off scot free and possibly with an orgasm as well if the timing was right.

“How convenient- I confess I’ve been thinking it was high time that the Entity allowed us another moment together.” He steps closer to you, a clawed finger under your chin and tipping your face up to look at him- his gaze is heated, dragging his eyes down your trembling frame. “Perhaps we take advantage of the imminent solitude.”

You pull back, taking a couple of steps and looking frantically around for anyone that might be looking into the temple. He laughs in amusement, pulling you back in with an arm around your waist so that you fall into his chest. Another generator pops, this one a bit closer- probably the one Bill was working on by himself- and Alastor sighs heavily. “I assure you, no one will see us,” he murmurs, leaning down to breathe the words into your ear. “Your little friends are busy- my shadow has assured me. I suppose I should give our Master what she wants, so she doesn’t deny us what we want.”

He licks a stripe up the side of your throat, and it takes everything in you not to moan at the sensation- that alone was worth the horrible trials lately, the knowledge of letting your friends die so you could have more. A whimper still escapes you, once that makes him huff out a laugh when he finally pulls away and releases you. “Go on and do your generator,” he advises with a condescending pat on the head, “just in case someone evades me for a while. But I expect to find you waiting for me right there when I’ve sacrificed your team.” He points to the steps that lead up and out of the temple, and you nod in agreement before he simply melts into the shadows.

You take a deep breath before descending, hoping that none of the men came this way until you had calmed your racing heart and got your heated face under control. Your hands are shaky when you find the generator and start fiddling with the wires, managing to avoid making them blow up in your face. You hear one more generator go off moments before your own does, and you know that Alastor is giving your teammates a run for their money through the forest. You wonder if he’s been given the special treatment that so many of the others had, if his claws are sharper, his blade more deadly as he hunted them down. He was already so strong; any kind of addition to that and the survivors wouldn’t stand a chance against him.

Already, you think it’s strange that you haven’t hear the telltale sound of someone being sacrificed- Alastor had been gone for a while, and he typically made fast work of his sacrifices. He was calculated and efficient in a way that many of the killers were not, and you find yourself curious about what was taking him so long. Surely the guys wouldn’t have been able to run him for so long, not with his long limbed reach and ability to travel through shadow. You make your way slowly back upstairs a few minutes after finishing your generator, wondering what was taking so long that Alastor wouldn’t have sacrificed at least one of them.

Your question is at least partially answered when you arrive on the main level to find Alastor waiting for you- casually leaned against the gilded archway and covered in blood, inspecting his fingernails as they drip, drip, dripped crimson to the stone floor. He looks up when he hears your breath stutter, and his smile is dangerous when he aims it at you. “I don’t like to be kept waiting, you know,” he says conversationally. “Our time together is limited as it is- we wouldn’t want to waste it.”

He starts stripping his suit jacket off, and the baring of his forearms makes you lose your train of thought for a moment before you remember yourself. “I was- waiting for the sound,” you explain, watching him fold the jacket and set it carefully on the ground near him. “You know, when someone gets sacrificed. I didn’t hear it- I didn’t want to risk someone finding me while I was waiting for you and getting suspicious.”

Canned laughter emits from his chest, like something you would hear on an old TV show. “What little faith you have in me,” he laughs, and beckons you closer. He smells like blood as you approach, like rain and foliage and gunpowder as he guides you gently to your knees in the middle of the archway, cushioned slightly by his jacket. “I’ve been bringing a special offering into the trials with me- to show the Entity the brutality that I’m still capable of, even with allowing me to spare some. You would not have been alerted of their deaths but rest assured- we’re quite alone.”

He had entered with a Mori, then. A rare commodity among killers, the survivors were intimately familiar with the item that allowed them to be slaughtered without the need for sacrifice. You’d never seen Alastor’s Mori, but judging from people’s lack of willingness to talk about it, it couldn’t have been a quick and easy death for your teammates.

He drapes himself over your back, and your heart beats nearly in your throat as he runs his hands over your body, fingers settling over your throat and coaxing your head backwards to rest on his shoulder. His erection is heavy against your ass, hot even through the layers of clothing soaked in blood. His free hand slides up under your dress and shoves your panties down around your thighs before gathering the extra fabric in his fist- he releases your neck to work at his own belt, and the frantic energy of his movements makes heat pool low in your stomach, a soft whimper escaping you when you feel the bare flesh of his cock rest against you.

Alastor reaches forward, slipping his fingers delicately between your legs to find you wet and ready, starting right off with two fingers that stretch you wonderfully. “So responsive,” he says quietly, his voice echoing in the hollow chamber of the temple. “So eager for me. We’ll feed Her well today, won’t we?” You nod frantically from your position on his shoulder, and he thrusts his fingers harder inside you, striking the sweet spot inside you with unerring accuracy that makes your eyes roll. “Won’t we?” He repeats with an emphasis, and you’re barely aware of the words that come out in response- only that it must appease him, since he adds another finger and grins against your shoulder.

The motion of his hand as he fingers you provides delicious pressure against your clit, and you’re already teetering on the edge when he releases his hold on your dress to grip your hip, tilting you forward enough that he can withdraw his fingers and press the tip of his cock into you, a slow and steady drag that makes your voice warble when you cry out for him. He bends you over, both hands now holding you firmly to his body while he fucks you, the sound of slapping skin audible even over his harsh panting in your ear. He’s almost mindless with it, heavy, even thrusts that force unrestrained sounds from between your lips. Your first orgasm is a smooth, easy thing when he returns to your clit, flicking his talented fingers until you’re barreling headfirst into shuddering pleasure.

Alastor stops suddenly as you come down, one of his ears flicking against your cheeks as he tilts his head as though listening for something. You take a much needed gulp of air, swallowing hard to moisten your throat, dry from noises that had been being pulled from you. He doesn’t move- doesn’t breathe, his chest still against your back. “A- Alastor?” You venture quietly, and he still doesn’t move, hips stalled with his cock firmly inside you- you can hear the faint drip of your release hitting the stone floor and your face flushes in embarrassment. “Are you- is everything alright?”

Another beat of silence before he finally says, “yes, darling- everything is fine,” and drags slowly back from the heat of your cunt, bucking forward with force again. His rhythm resumes a little slower, the slide of hot skin making your arousal burn as he continues.

He moans behind you, loud and shocking in its volume, and before you can try to look over your shoulder at him he’s fucking you faster, clutching you to his body with an arm across your chest like some sort of lifeline- his other hand returns to its place loosely held around your throat. “Thank you, thank you,” he’s muttering into your skin, and you don’t get a chance to ask what, exactly, he’s thanking you for.

You almost think you’re imagining it at first; that his cock is reaching further because of the slight change in angle when he had wrapped his arms securely around your body. But then you feel the ache,  your cunt stretching to accommodate a larger size as he grows inside of you- thicker, longer, deeper than he had ever been before, and you choke on air when he shifts again and bucks his hips.

“Oh my God.” At the sound of your voice he growls, a low, dangerous sound that surrounds you, and drags his hips back to fuck into you again. “Oh my God-”

You’re impaled on his cock, your inner walls fluttering uselessly at the thought. He’s so fucking thick, the angle making everything that much more intense as he holds you to his chest and simply pounds up into you, and with hardly a touch to your clit from your own hand you’re coming again, the slide now frictionless with a second orgasm as Alastor continues to fuck you through it.

Your body is trembling and tense, blood pounding in your ears as he fills you so completely that you can hardly think. You catch a glimpse of a reflection in the gold of the archway, and what you see steals the air from your lungs.

Alastor was huge- not just his cock but his entire body having grown, the seams of his suit splitting in an effort to try and accommodate the transformation. His antlers were huge and jagged, black bolts of lighting that stretched wide enough to catch on the archway as his hips rock back and forth. He looks like an animal- no longer the dangerous gentleman that you had made your deal with, but something feral and unhinged, easily capable of tearing you apart with the vulnerable position you were in, speared and helpless on his relentless erection with a hand around your delicate throat. 

He hadn’t been thanking you, you realized. He was thanking the Entity- for releasing some of his power, giving him back strength that he had apparently been missing this whole time. This was the true Radio Demon, terrifying and larger than life and easily capable of killing you.

What the fuck was wrong with you, that made you clench down even harder on his length?

He snarls at the feeling, a particularly hard thrust following that has you choking on a moan. You hear a noise, like snakes slithering across the floor, and then there’s a smooth, tapered something pressing hard against your clit- his tentacles, you realize, making a return appearance to further reduce you to putty in his hands. More join the first, swirling and swiping, one even slipping past your drenched folds to wriggle into your cunt beside Alastor’s cock and rub furiously at the spongy spot of nerves deep inside you.

It felt impossible, but you could feel the crest of pleasure rising in you again. It felt deeper, more intense, the pit of your stomach clenching and releasing before every fucking muscle in your body seizes, your cunt trying to squeeze down as well as it could and a desperate scream escaping you and echoing through the chamber.

A rush of fluid squirts from where you’re connected, an embarrassing flood that drenches the floor below you, that you can hear squelching messily while Alastor and his tentacles continue to fuck you with single minded determination. He showed no signs of stopping, his pace still fast and hard and furious as he grunted in your ear, unfamiliar noises filling the air and strange symbols dancing before your eyes that you had no hope of deciphering.

“A- A- Alastor,” you finally manage to get out as you’re bounced in his lap, his tentacles still squirming against your over-sensitive clit and sending bolts of ecstasy through you so sharp they almost hurt. “Please, please, I can’t keep-”

"Y̵̷̛̤͍̅́̕ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚û̶͙̽̿͆̈ ẅ̷̷̢̟͇͈̒i̵͓͙̱͚̎͟ḻ̸͈ͧ͑̓̓̀͡ḻ̸͈ͧ͑̓̓̀͡," he demands, his voice booming and contorted with static and screeching, the stuff of nightmares and other trials. He hasn’t spoken since his frantic muttering into your shoulder and now it seems that he can’t stop, his normal voice flickering in and out like a poorly tuned radio. “You’ll take it- t̴͕͖͓̀ă̶̸̝ͦ͊̿͋͞k̶̸͙̭̹͆͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ m̶̷͔ͪ̽͡ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊, feel me…” The hand around your throat releases and slides down your body, his hand huge and dangerous as his fingers dance across bare skin to press low on your abdomen. And you can feel it even before your head drops forward to see it, a hand darting out to support yourself on the arch so you can look down-

The bulge is visible, so full of Alastor that you can see the push and pull of his cock while he fucks into you, the pressure as he presses down from the outside almost unbearably pleasant. “I can’t, I can’t,” you sob, letting your head drop back against his shoulder again while he continues to keep steady force against the distension, the added pleasure sharp and aching. “Please, Alastor-” Your voice breaks on a whine, reaching back to fist your hand into his clothing as some sort of desperate anchor to keep you grounded as your words fail.

Alastor’s breath is hot against your neck, and you feel the terrifying prick of razor sharp teeth against your skin for a dizzying moment. “Y̵̷̛̤͍̅́̕ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚û̶͙̽̿͆̈'ḻ̸͈ͧ͑̓̓̀͡ḻ̸͈ͧ͑̓̓̀͡ t̴͕͖͓̀ă̶̸̝ͦ͊̿͋͞k̶̸͙̭̹͆͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ ẅ̷̷̢̟͇͈̒h̶̯̰̝̻̿̓͢ă̶̸̝ͦ͊̿͋͞t̴͕͖͓̀ I̶̴̗̗̦͍ͨͭ̉͢͟ g̴̶̛̮̣͙͠i̵͓͙̱͚̎͟v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ y̯̤͑́́̓́ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚û̶͙̽̿͆̈,” he growls, his voice still corrupted and dark. “You can take it- so strong, so perfect, but I will r̶̷̲͍̭͐̾̀͟û̶͙̽̿͆̈i̵͓͙̱͚̎͟n̷̶̯͉̊̽̐ͦ͘ y̯̤͑́́̓́ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚û̶͙̽̿͆̈.” His hand rubs, pressure firm and unyielding against your abdomen where his cock stretches you impossibly from the inside, his other arm holding you even tighter to him while his hips piston at breakneck speed, so sudden and hard that it makes your head spin. 

Agonizing ecstasy licks like lines of fire from your core and down your limbs, another orgasm rushing at you like a bull and you’re helpless to stop it, fingers scrabbling uselessly against his suit when it hits. The rest of the world fades away except your points of connection; Alastor’s harsh grunting in your ear, the rippling clench of your cunt around him, the pinpricks of pain where his claws dig into your tender flesh. You’re faintly aware of an eldritch roar that may or may not be some semblance of your name before you’re somehow even fuller, his release hot and messy inside as he continues to rock his hips, stuffed completely with his cock and tentacles and come. Everything within you pulses with light and pleasure, still just as sharp as it was sweet, and finally you go limp in his hold, eyes fluttering shut to enjoy your short moment of reprieve.

When they open again, you seem to have lost minutes- Alastor is hunched over you, returned to his normal size and breathing heavily against your shoulder. The insane pressure of his cock has eased, no longer inside you, and the palm he has pressed against your stomach no longer meets any resistance; instead, he’s rubbing soothing circles into your skin.

“You are stronger than you give yourself credit for, my dear,” Alastor murmurs suddenly, his lips teasing the shell of your ear. “She only picks those that she feels will serve her well, feed her well as we’ve done today. If she didn’t think you could persevere, you wouldn’t be here. I never,” he adds, low and hot in your ear, “want to hear you say ‘I can’t’ again.”

 “Think about that before you go all scary monster inside me next time,” you retort breathlessly, even as your stomach flips with arousal at his tone. “You should warn a person before you grow big enough to step on them.”

He huffs a breath against you, his nose trailing intimately down the column of your throat. “I do apologize. The change was… rather sudden. I did not expect her to release so much of my normal power at once, I fear it went to my head.”

Normal power. Meaning that this wasn’t a buff for him like the other killers were receiving- the Entity had been holding him back this entire time, and only now saw fit to allow him to regain his strength. The thought was as terrifying as it was electrifying, and you feel a pang of sympathy for your fellow survivors, the men that would meet their end beneath his hulking frame, the women that would be horrified at the sight of him without the knowledge that they were safe. 

You clear your throat, your mouth suddenly dry. “Give me a heads up next time,” you tell him, turning slightly to the side- you can see the curve of his smile in your peripherals, the curtain of his fringe over his face. “I might need to try to do a little preparing before I can take that again, so-”

“Watch yourself, darling,” he growls, his grip flexing menacingly where he still holds you to him. “Unless you would like a repeat already.” But he laughs and releases you with a chuckle when you stammer in response, allowing your dress to finally fall to your knees again as he rises and offers you a hand up from the ground. Your face flames when you catch a glimpse of the mess of fluids that cover the floor between and around the archway- something that has you feeling extremely lucky that the Entity resets the realms between trials, so the Plague would never know the kind of sacrilegious depravity that had occurred in her sacred temple.

Alastor has straightened his remaining clothing, glancing down at his suit jacket with a shrug. “I suppose I can remain dressed down for the time being,” he laments, and offers his arm up to you as a shadow darts across the floor, pooling at the demon’s feet before rising from the ground, almost solid, and tugging at the ankles of Alastor’s slacks. “It appears my little friend has found your exit. Shall we?”

He guides you up out of the temple, the rain that you had forgotten about blessedly cool against your skin as you trek through the forest. Every so often the shadow backtracks to pull at Alastor, even sometimes wrapping a strangely corporeal clawed hand around your leg if it thought you weren’t moving fast enough. Unlike last time, the realm wasn’t collapsing around you- you had a good couple of minutes to simply walk with Alastor on shaky legs, enjoying the sounds of nature without having to worry about a generator going off, needing to heal your teammates, racing to vault away from a killer. It was… nice. Peaceful, even, despite the occasional hissing of the seemingly sentient creature that snaked between branches and rocks below the pair of you.

You heard the hatch as you got closer, and you were almost reluctant to leave. Alastor seems to sense it, turning you to face him once the hatch was in view and plucking a stray twig from your hair as you look up at him. “Don’t make such a face,” he admonishes. “She’ll allow us another moment soon, I’m sure.” He bends low and you let your eyes close, breath held in anticipation- “Go on then,” he urges, and when you open your eyes Alastor has stepped away from you, his shadow beckoning you closer to the hatch. “Until we meet again, my dear.”

He turns on his heel before you’ve even moved, walking slowly back the way you had come and taking the jazzy background music you had had the whole time with him. As he faded from view you were left with just the quiet sounds of nature and the droning hum of the hatch, Alastor’s shadow watching you with a tilted head as you approach.

It props its head up on a shadowy arm and narrows its eyes while you sit at the edge of the opening, knowing that there’s no point in looking down- it was always just a void, dark and endless until it wasn’t and you found yourself back at the campfire. You can still feel your legs even if you can’t seem them as they dangle over the edge, and you sigh heavily and give the shadow a little wave as you brace yourself to push off, ready for the newest round of interrogation when you arrive late from your trial. You didn’t want to go, letting your eyes drift closed again, tilting your head back so you could feel the cooling rain on your face. Even without Alastor and what had happened, this was the most content you had felt in ages- sexually sated, not scared for your life or physically exhausted from endless running. This was the closest you had felt to home since you’d come to the Entity’s realm.

There’s a shift in the air, something that catches your attention before you can fully commit to dropping through the hole- Alastor’s shadow had crept closer while your eyes were closed, and a cool touch to your cheek had startled you out of your reverie. It wasn’t quite like skin, almost like silk as it caressed your jaw, turned you to face it. The same way you had expected Alastor to, it drew you in for a pantomime of a kiss; it was cold against the delicate skin of your lips, tangible in a way that a shadow shouldn’t be but very much there in Alastor’s absence. It was almost what you needed, what you had missed this time in the overwhelming experience in the temple. You reach up, forgetting where you are, what is pressed your mouth as you try to deepen the kiss, leaning in-

And promptly falling into the abyss as you slide through the shadow’s body, looking up just in time to see the shadow silently laughing before the hatch slammed closed above you.

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𝔟𝔢𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔲𝔯𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰

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⁎⁺˳✧༚guns and roses masterlist

the backstage area buzzed with energy as the band wrapped up another electric show. you, their personal assistant, had been running on adrenaline for weeks, juggling schedules, calming tempers, and making sure everything ran smoothly. tonight, though, something in the air felt different—charged.

"you’ve been busy," axl’s smooth, commanding voice cut through the noise as he cornered you near the dressing room. his fiery gaze scanned your face, and a smirk tugged at his lips. "don’t think i’ve seen you take a break all day."

"someone has to keep you guys on track," you quipped, keeping your tone light despite the heat rising to your cheeks under his intense stare.

duff strolled over, casually throwing an arm around your shoulders. "axl’s right, you’re always running around for us. when do you ever get to let loose?"

izzy leaned against the wall, his cigarette hanging lazily between his fingers. "probably never," he drawled, his dark eyes narrowing as they flicked to you. "maybe we should fix that."

"guys, come on," you laughed nervously, trying to deflect the sudden shift in attention. but it was no use. slash and steven joined the group, their grins matching the mischief brewing in the air.

"she works hard," slash said, his voice low and velvety, "but we can make sure she has some fun."

steven nodded enthusiastically, his boyish excitement adding an edge of playfulness. "yeah! you deserve it."

the tension thickened as the room quieted, all eyes on you. your heart raced as you realized there was no escaping their combined focus.

"let us take care of you for a change," axl murmured, stepping closer, his hand brushing a strand of hair from your face. "you’ve earned it."

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

you found yourself pressed against the plush couch in their private lounge, the room dimly lit and humming with anticipation. axl’s lips trailed along your neck, his hands firm yet reverent as they explored your body.

"relax," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. "we’re in charge now."

izzy’s hands joined in, sliding up your thighs with practiced ease, his touch light but insistent. "let us show you how much we appreciate you," he said, his voice a husky promise.

duff knelt beside you, his warm smile offset by the hungry glint in his eyes. "you’re always taking care of us," he murmured, his hands steady as they undid the buttons of your shirt. "let us return the favor."

slash’s curls tickled your shoulder as he leaned in, his lips brushing yours in a teasing kiss that left you wanting more. "just let go," he urged, his voice a seductive growl.

steven’s hands were everywhere, his energy infectious as he worshipped every inch of you, his soft murmurs of praise blending with the others’ deep voices.

their combined attention was overwhelming, their hands and mouths exploring every inch of you with an electrifying precision that left you breathless. axl’s commanding presence was undeniable as he guided the rhythm, his lips hot and insistent on your neck, marking you as his. duff’s touch was a steady counterbalance, his large hands sliding down your body with a reverence that made you feel worshipped.

izzy’s quiet intensity revealed itself in the way he nipped and sucked at your skin, his dark eyes drinking in every reaction you gave him, while slash’s playful edge came through in teasing kisses and the way his calloused fingers traced tantalizing patterns along your inner thighs, pushing you further into bliss. steven’s energy was unrelenting, his eager hands and soft, breathy praises grounding you amidst the storm of sensations.

as they worked together, their voices—low murmurs, teasing chuckles, and growls of approval—blended into a symphony that mirrored the crescendo building within you. the intensity of their combined efforts sent you spiraling closer and closer to the edge, their expertise and attentiveness leaving no desire unmet.

when the final wave of pleasure crashed over you, it was as though time stood still. they held you, their hands soothing and their presence grounding, their expressions a mixture of satisfaction and admiration as they basked in the glow of your shared intimacy.

hours later, you lay tangled in their arms, your body sated and your heart full. axl traced lazy circles on your back, his earlier dominance softened by the tenderness in his gaze. "you’re incredible," he said simply.

duff pressed a kiss to your temple, his arms wrapped protectively around you. "we’re lucky to have you."

izzy lit another cigarette, his smirk the only sign of his satisfaction. "next time, don’t wait so long to let us take care of you."

slash chuckled, his fingers idly strumming an invisible guitar against your hip. "yeah, we’re pretty good at it."

steven grinned, his head resting on your shoulder. "the best, actually."

you couldn’t help but laugh, the sound light and free as you nestled closer to them. "thank you," you whispered, meaning it more than you ever thought possible. being with them—letting go—felt like coming home.

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Episode: 1 <Oh!>

☕︎Pairing: vlogger!jungkook x photographer!reader

☕︎Genre: fluff, smut, angst, influencer au.

☕︎Summary: amid their own separate journeys, they stumbled across each other and began a new journey together.

☕︎Warnings: none for this episode:)

☕︎Word count: 3.4k+

☕︎Note: lemme know if you wanna be added to the permanent or specific taglist! This is more of a free-mind series. I'm just going to build up the plot, make them be in love and then you guys can request stuff later on keeping in mind the aesthetics and plot of this series. This is going to be a relaxing day-to-day life thing-y.

☕︎Masterlist.

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~JUNGKOOK~

“Welcome back to my YouTube channel, everyone! It has been a while since we last spoke.” I, a passionate vlogger or videographer by passion, speak to my dearest camera.

“It was just last week,” Sullivan, my partner slash manager, grumbles sassily beside me.

I chuckle, being beyond used to his sassy self. “Don’t worry about him, you all. He has been constipated for two days and is now a grump.” I wink at the camera with mischief.

Sullivan snarles and hits me on the head, playfully. “Hey, that’s not true!”

“I’ve got the receipts,” I wiggle my eyebrows at the man who in return shakes his head in disbelief and walks faster to get to the stall of fruits they were going at. “Anyway, we are now in Milan, Italy! My last trip to Paris was nice but this place is what I’m most excited about, honestly. I’ve always wanted to visit Italy, and you all made it possible. So thank you guys for watching my vlogs and subscribing to my channel.”

I lower my camera and try to catch up with Sullivan, but he is fast. The market is a bit stuffy but I love places like this where the beauty of life shuffles around. I look around the market.

I smile widely as I see a little kid clinging to his mother, sulking about something in Italian. A couple are walking hand in hand and giggling about something. “Ah. Sometimes I feel super jealous of these couples. They are always so cute and lovey-dovey. It is so cute…” he spoke to the camera. “I want that,” I pouted but chuckled but was not really jealous. This just gives me hope that filmy love is possible.

My previous relationship could have been better (for the sake of a few years which we have spent, I'm gonna put it nicely, lol). It has been four years now since we parted ways. After my then-girlfriend broke my heart, I started to vlog my daily life as an escape from the pain. I have always been a hopeless romantic, believing in movie-like love. Some romance movies are based on real-life events so why not believe in that kind of love?

Maybe one day, I’ll get my own customised filmy happy ending with a beautiful bride in a white gown, where I am clad in a dashing tuxedo. All the while there are swans in the lake behind us forming their signature heart as my bride and I kiss under a perfect romantic sky and people who love us cheering for our love and future married life.

I sigh at my imagination. Now my heart is jealous of my own imagination of myself.

Catching up with my partner, I see some delicious, and fresh figs. Sullivan picks some up fills his bag and hands them to the vendor. “I have heard that figs in Italy are popular. I may be wrong tho. My quick Google search could be wrong,” I mutter while eying the fruits. “Look at them!” I turn my camera to the pile of fruits. “Although June to October is figs season, they still look so fresh in December.”

Sullivan pays and then turns to the next stall and then next. Like this, we spend the next hour jumping from one market stall to another, not really buying stuff but just looking at how everything works.

Currently, we are resting at a hotel but we have booked an Airbnb for the rest of the trip but the owners said that unfortunately, we couldn’t use it until the next three days as there have been some unexpected issues. On the bright side, they are giving us a good discount for the inconvenience. Win-win!

Honestly speaking, will there be any inconvenience to two bachelors of age 26 who have spent their time sleeping in the car when the other one needed the dorm room for the nasty?

I know you must be wondering, “JK, why didn’t you sleep at your girlfriend’s at such a time?” Well, the short answer in even shorter words– roommate.

So, basically, what I am trying to say is we don’t need much to bring back to the hotel as we can simply order food even in the middle of the night for some extra price (what? Anything for food. There is nothing between me and my late night munchies).

“Did you guys know that the world’s oldest shopping mall is here in Milan?” I say while looking wide eye into the camera. “It is called The Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II. Quite surprising, no? I think we will go there tomorrow to check it out.”

“It is really beautiful. It opened in the 1870s if I am not wrong. This mall is frankly very famous. A great tourist attraction,” the grump adds. “I think we will be able to get some sexy clips there of the architecture. In this cold minimalist era, it is difficult to see such wonderful structures.”

I nod in agreement. There is a reason why both of us get attracted to places where we can see older, breathtaking architects. France was wonderful, too. It had many places to be where we could bless our eyes with such antique beauty.

“Everything is so beautiful here,” I gape like a kid as we walk through the beautiful streets of Milan. “I must say, I like the vibes here. Everything is so alive. Look!” on the other side of the street, there was a cute flower shop where a man was sitting and playing an organetto. I turn my camera and capture the scene. Then I turn it back.

I keep talking to the camera about how I like the tune the man is playing with my undivided attention. Because of that, I don’t realize when I run into someone by mistake.

“Oh!” I huff. “I’m sorry!” I quickly apologize with a slight bow. Without looking up.

“It's okay,” a sweet voice softly mutters. I try to look at the face of such a honey-like voice but I am met with a curtain of hair hiding her face. She was fiddling with her camera.

Without looking at her face, I move along. The embarrassment crawled up my spine but it soon was replaced by joy when we crossed the road to take a better look at the organ player.

Using my Fujifilm X-T3, I take some shots of the man and the shop.

We spent the next couple of hours recording and exploring the local market. It was refreshing but soon we retired to our hotel to get some rest. After we landed in Italy, we were both on our feet looking around.

…

It is around 7:30 in the evening as we walk down the famous Navigli street. The canals are stunning and the streets are shining with the warm lights and filled with the delicious scent of food.

My mouth waters as we pass by the tables full of food. I pull out my vlogging camera to record myself and the street for my viewers. They are like me. I guess, that is why they like to watch my silly vlogs. “It is now evening here. We took some rest but for you guys, it was only a second,” I point out. “You people are so lucky that you have me to show you around. See, the canal is so pretty!” I show them around. “After having dinner, we will take some shots from that little bridge. Hopefully, we get some good angles.”

I turn off the camera for now.

“Ugh, I’m starving. Honestly, I’ll eat anything at this point,” Sullivan musses.

I had to agree with him. It was our fault that we went back hotel and ordered only one pizza. It was not even filling enough for both of us. But we were too tired to care and just shared it before hitting the bed.

While looking around, we find a cute restaurant there. There were still some empty tables so we rushed in and sat on a table for two which is right by the window overlooking the canal. I roll my vlogging camera and record some quick clips and then on my Fujifilm. We order some local special meals and wait.

The brick walls are painted white and there are some cool posters of some old classics and paintings of the city and the canal. The name of the place is engraved in the middle between two wine racks. This place was comforting. Even the background music was adding to the vibe of the place.

Shortly, the food arrives at our table. The waiter fills our glasses with fine wine and water in the other glasses. After taking a quick video of the meal I place the camera on the table facing me. Being a vlogger wasn’t easy especially when hungry. I still had to record for my viewers even tho I know they would mind looking at my half-eaten plate.

I take one bite of my meal and my Costoletta Orecchia D'elefante brings goosebumps to my skin. The red wine is also silky smooth. The vibes and the delicious food add to the whole new cosy feeling of the restaurant. I order some Risotto all’onda after I finish my first dish. It makes me oddly feel at home.

I yap about the place and food to the camera, without paying any mind to the people around. Everything was in front of me anyway.

Sullivan took out his camera and proposed to click some of my pictures for the thumbnail of the ‘Day 1 vlog in Milan’. It is always funny to take some thumbnail pictures. Somehow, I find it hilarious to take an exaggerated shitty picture that my lovely people love to laugh about. And after that, he took some random pictures to add to my random Instagram posts thread.

“I would 10 on 10 recommend you all to visit this place. I’ll leave the address in the description box for you all.”

…

On the cold December night, the streets are filled with fairy lights and Christmas magic.

Everything looks so romantic. I wish I had some to kiss here, in the middle of all the magic. I look at my partner and scoff as he adjusts his camera for my pictures. He is not the best at camera but still finds a way to be good at stuff. He is mainly an editor. He edited my videos other than my vlogs.

I love editing my vlogs. But he edits the videos for my other channel for my Travel Montages. And my pictures as well. He works as a freelancer for many other projects as well. I learned to edit from him. He is best at that.

As much as I love him as a friend, I am envious of him sometimes. He is still in a relationship with his high school sweetheart.

I remember quite vividly how he used to roam around Luna like a love-sick dog with his tongue hanging out and two gigantic hearts for eyes. His static attitude always used to melt into a puddle.

Nothing has changed. He is still that love-sick dog around her. Honestly, they both deserve each other. Just two blondies loving each other.

But it does not dull the longing ache in my heart. I have had some freaky one-night stands here and there. And if I find a chance to get laid here then I’m all in.

But c’mon! I wanna be a love-sick dog, too!

Sighing, I say, “Take some good shots of me, okay? Who knows maybe my future wife is drooling at my pictures.”

“Have I ever told you that you are full of shit sometimes?” he grumbles.

“Many times. But Luna says I’m a delight and that she loves my company, Ivan,” I cheerily smile.

“She would say the same thing to a goddamn gutter rat she saw while waiting for her train at the subway,” Ivan rolls his eyes and stand in position and jerks his head to me to pose for the camera. “Now be an actual delight and smile for me, sexy,” he taunts with a cringy smile.

Yeah, we are like this. Dont ask anything, okay? Just… get on with it.

There is my vlogging camera in my hand which is rolling, I will probably not be cutting out our sweet-sweet banter. It is what keeps them all entertained. Just two cool dudes having banter under a romantic sky.

I pose in different poses. I also made one of my favourite poses where I click a picture of the camera clicking my picture so it imitates a mirror selfie.

I return the favour by clicking his pictures. He is photogenic. His dusty blond hair compliments his light grey-ish green eyes with a dark sea green ring around them. In all honesty, he is a handsome man– not that I will ever say that to his face. The bastard is already cocky enough.

I do record him for my travel montages. His rosegold-rimmed wire glasses and winter attire just add to the fantasy of the viewers. I like to add myself and my friends in these videos as well, it gives a perfect personal touch of warmth.

…

It is around one in the morning and I still haven’t gone to bed. I use this time to edit my vlog. My vlogs are not that big. I try to keep them minimal as I post almost every day. They are usually anywhere between 6-15 minutes. It is rare when they exceed that limit and make a part two out of it.

Vlogging is therapeutic for me so is videography. I thought about cinematography but it takes a lot. And I don't like that kind of pressure. I do own two high-end cinematic cameras but I pull them out if we take any wedding-related project or maybe some other high-end projects where we need to pull them out. But most of these cinematic shots are possible to take on other relatively cheaper and smaller cameras.

In short, I love what I do. And I won’t change it for anything.

As I am editing my vlog, I reach the clip where I accidentally run into someone. In the clip I, without looking at the person out of embarrassment, apologised and looked elsewhere but now I notice how the person looked at my back and muttered a cute little it’s okay. And then lowers her head and fiddles with her camera.

I quickly pause the clip and rewind it. Then I zoom into the face of that lady. My breath hitches when I see her.

“What the…” I trail. I don’t know how to describe but dear lord she is beautiful. Her brunette hair is shiny under the pale sun and long. Her pouty lips are tinted with a perfect hue of red which matches the blush of her cheeks. She is utterly adorable. She has some acne around her cheeks which just makes her adorable nonetheless.

In the clip, I was only a second late to turn around or else I would have witnessed such a beauty in person.

“Fuck you, JK,” I scold myself. “Couldn’t you have seen her just a second earlier or waited for her to turn around, you embarrassed jackass,” I huff.

I know I’m acting like a hormonal teenager but hey, she is so gorgeous. If you were me, you would have been acting like me. But alas, I missed the opportunity to see her.

Concluding that I’m a dumbass, I keep going through other clips and editing them. When I reach the recordings at the restaurant, I curse out loud as I find the same girl sitting behind me. And guess what? ALONE. I wish I had turned around then. But what’s the point in sulking now when I am sitting in this hotel room all by myself and editing these clips full of regret?

While editing, I sent a quick text to Ivan to send me the raw, unedited pictures of me in the restaurant, as I think she has to be in some of those pictures.

I nearly jump and scream out loud when I find her again in my video on that bridge where we are taking pictures after dinner. In the video, I am checking the photos that Ivan clicked and that girl passed by us, briefly looking into my camera lens.

Her pretty eyes widen slightly in surprise. But now I have no idea why. I wish she had stopped there and asked whatever piqued her interest that it brought shining stars in her already sprinkly eyes. Or at least I have paid attention rather than being a fucking narcissistic bitch in those times.

Okay, I know I’m being harsh and ridiculous. But… she is magnificent.

I quickly edit the rest of my video and do a voice-over in the part where I see her the first time.

“I know this going to sound crazy but look at that girl,” I whine. “Why is she so pretty?”

Keeping my hormones aside, I take a deep breath and let the sudden burst of adrenaline die down. I set the timer for the video. It will be up while I am asleep. Closing all the tabs, I shut down my laptop and slid deeper into my mattress.

It does not take long before I fall asleep sandwiched between the warm blanket and bedding.

…

I jolt wake up as there is a pounding at my door.

“Yo sleepy hoe, wake up! It is time to explore the world, princess. Wouldn’t want to deprive the world of my immaculate beauty,” Sullivan yaps.

I barely open my eyes as I stumble across the room and open the door for the extra hyped man outside my holy chambers. “Yeah, wake up the whole floor, will ya?” I grumble as he enters my room and plop onto my bed.

“I will but they won’t be going out to take some sexy montages now will they? So I gotta wake this hoe up,” he kicks my ass from where he is sprawled on my bed.

“For someone who is usually extra shitty in the morning, you are very much charming today. Why so? Did the beast finally get kissed by the beauty?” I yawn and open my suitcase to pull out my morning toiletries and clothes for the day. I pull the curtain aside and a thick fog is blocking much of the scene. So I pull out my bear jacket.

I look at Ivan who is looking at me with a sparkly glint in his eyes. His smirk grew on his face. I think I know why he is so chirpy this morning. “You had online sex,” I don't ask but state the fact that is written on his face.

My theory is confirmed when his smirk turns into a smile. “I miss her, dude. I wish it was real skin to skin but boy when you wake up with a horny video call, it just hits extra horny,” he sigh, dreamily.

I pause whatever I am doing and look at him. “Are you sure you are making sense?” I chuckle. Happy that at least one of us is happier. Yes, I am happy but just not over-the-moon-in-love-happy if that makes sense.

He just closes his eyes and turns to his side. “Just get ready, princess.”

After I got ready, we left the hotel (we grabbed the smallest breakfast as we were running late plus some coffee. We will have food later on somewhere authentic.), and now we are on our way to the Milan Cathedral. It is about twenty minutes by car. So I open my YouTube to see how my video is doing and to reply to some of the comments.

The moment I open the comment section, I am hit by one main topic. I read the top comment that says—

bigpicturehal: It is funny how you sound so anguished. And I’m surprised you don’t know her. She is Y/N. She has a channel about a bit of vlogging, mainly her photography and tutorials. Her channel is TheCosyTimes. You are welcome;) Oh and what do you mean you got the receipts for constipation?!

My heart picks up speed and I read the comment again and again. She is like me. I mean a person with a camera. And she makes content as well. Fucking perfect.

A silly smile widens on my face which Sullivan notices.

“What happened? Got invited to an orgy?” he askes.

“Better than that,” I mutter. “Do you know who TheCosyTimes is?” I ask him.

“Heard about it. I think I have watched a couple of videos from that channel. I dont recall much,” he thinks about it.

Y/n… I smile widely as I follow her on Instagram and subscribe to her YouTube channel. Now I have a new obsession…

TheCosyTimes.

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Have a nice day/night💓

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Could i request some headcannons with the knight, hornet and quirrel with a reader who is lost in deepnest and is too hurt and anxious to find a way out alone? (May or may not be talking from experience lol)

Lowkey going through this too every time I fall into that area <3

...............

Knight/Ghost

While on their quest to break Herrah's seal, they see you trying to fight off a swarm of infected weavers, your nail flailing about.

One second, you thought nobody would find your body among the dozens strung up above you...and the next, the beasts were all wiped out with one vengeful spirit that soared over your head.

At first you panicked, then you recognized Ghost's face and sighed in relief.

"Thank the stars you're here! I-I was so scared..." Your voice shakes. "I just..fell into this nest and I haven't been able to escape since. The more I run, the more lost I get..and...and these monsters won't leave me alone! A-And the worst part? I keep seeing somebody that looks like me!"

"........"

"A-Ah, I'm sorry. I forgot. You aren't one for words. Are you scared, too?"

Again, they don't answer you, which makes you wonder how their shell doesn't crawl at the sight of distant spiders scaling up their webs, or the garapedes burrowing along, pinchers waiting to snatch up any prey possible.

Ghost gestures for you to follow them, and you do, as you couldn't trust anybody else here in Deepnest--not even the own ground beneath your feet.

At some point, you come across the hidden Weaver den, and you nearly scream at the sight of the bigger spiders.....only to find out they aren't alive.

Meanwhile, the knight climbs up to their nest, discovering a charm called Weaversong.

As you're both leaving, part of you swore there was a living Weaver staring at you before it dashes away into the darkness--but you shake it off as nerves.

Ghost leads you to a hot spring, which you didn't even know was even here, and the soul-infused waters heal your injuries, but you're still quite anxious.

They're sorting out their charms, equipping Weaversong, and you jump when little weaverlings pop out and start running around their legs--only to see that they were actually harmless and could protect you both.

You even got to take one as a companion, helping you slowly overcome your fear of Deepnest.

Hornet

The moment she felt Herrah die by the Knight's hand, she was there in a flash, in the belly of the Beast's Den.

She fell to her knees in silent mourning, at the altar that was once her mother's resting place. Although she understood what had to be done, it didn't make it hurt any less.

After shooing away Ghost, she's quiet, contemplating....

Then she hears a scream and springs into action quickly, only to find you waving around a nail, cornered by a Sleeping Devout.

She has no idea how you've gotten this far into Deepnest, since you looked pitifully terrified and didn't know how to wield your weapon properly.

But regardless, she felt obligated to save you.

As it opens its shell to attack you with its massive steel claws, suddenly glowing threads are wrapped around it, and it shrieks, trying to close itself back up--but to no avail.

You see a figure no taller than you cloaked in red, shouting at you to finish it off.

At that point, your nail takes over and you slash at the creature's face until it finally stops shrieking and struggling, falling dead to the ground as a shriveled-up corpse.

You try to thank Hornet, but only get a single syllable out before she sweeps your leg, sending you tumbling to the ground, pointing the needle at your face.

"How careless can you be?! You've stained this sacred resting place with blood, and disrupted its silence with your pitiful screaming. It's shameful. Who are you and what is your purpose here?"

She really humbled you, but after explaining that you were simply lost within Deepnest...she backs off a little, seeing that you aren't a threat.

She still can't fathom how you've gotten this far without dying, but she understands how easily one can lose their way down here, so she does offer to lead you out.

You're in a lot of pain, though, and wouldn't be able to handle one more fight with an aggressive bug. So she takes you to the hot springs that you didn't even know existed down here.

It's there that you turn the questions on her (in a more polite and nervous way, of course), and she goes quiet...before explaining the Knight's recent actions.

"Oh..she was your mother? I'm sorry to hear that.."

"Don't be. We never had much time to truly bond, and yet...when I felt her seal breaking..." Hornet falls silent again, putting a hand to her chest. But then she steels her resolve, shaking her head. "No matter. What's done is done. I'm sure that little Ghost is on their way to the [temple/next Dreamer]. We really need to get going. Are you well-rested?"

She sounds like a concerned mother, or maybe she was just tired of hanging around her old home....or tired of you.

But regardless, you don't take it personally. You're just grateful to have the company of someone who wasn't afflicted by the infection.

So wherever she goes, you'll be sure to follow.......or at least until you're safely out of Deepnest, then you'll be fine if she wanted to go separate ways.

Quirrel

In all of Deepnest, the one place where you felt truly safe was within the soul hot spring.

Not a single creature here was interested in the area, so it was your only sanctuary from the surrounding horrors.

So to find a fellow bug warrior, uninfected, sitting in the healing waters was a surprise. But you were grateful to see a friendly face.

"Hello, hello!" His voice is gentle as he greets you, lifting his mask up a bit. "What a thrill this is. To find such warm comfort amidst the den of beasts, isn't it?"

"Y-Yeah, um...ouch...my legs are killing me.."

Right away, Quirrel could sense your unease and pain, although it didn't take a genius to know you've barely escaped from a scuffle with dirtcarvers.

After introducing yourself, you explained to him how you got lost in Deepnest and were scared out of your mind, almost forgetting the way back to this hot spring.

"Ah, I understand. It's easy to get turned around in this labyrinth of silk. Without proper guidance, an adventure into the unknown can turn deadly."

You weren't sure if he was trying to comfort you or lecture you, but you listen anyways, not being able to trust anyone else right now.

He asks if you've heard about the village deep within the nest...and you look at him as though he has three heads.

"N-No, I'm not...did you come here to find that village? Out of your own free will???" You shudder. "How did you even get down here? Do you know the way out or are we doomed to-?"

"Breathe easy, my friend." He hums in concern. "It's no good to panic in a place of serenity. If you'd like, I can certainty show you the quickest way out of this ferocious place. It's understandably frightening for the ill-prepared."

Again, you felt like he was lecturing you, but you accept his offers of help.

Anything to get out of this place and back to the comforts of the surface.

[sweetlikesummerhoney]

Ok so I am in love with Ur mafia au

Read ur rather die....in love with it

Can we get how they meet, fallen in love, and first time in bed?❤️

Reader being Megatron's sister and optimus fall for her after a steamy night

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

human! (pre mafia boss) orion pax x afab reader.

human mafia! au. plot. lore. mild gore and wounds. found family with megatron (he's your brother). reader is referred to as "stitcher" briefly. orion pax!!!

oral giving and recieving. fingering. praise kink and mild dirty talk. overstimulation. piv sex.

boy this might be really long lol the brain worms were fr stewing on this one. I couldn't just write the steamy scenes without lots of plot and backstory, so this is an unofficial official beginning between megatronous and orion pax (later optimus).

you were familiar with the way his rough, warm hands would always press into your shoulders. guiding you, teaching you the ruthless land of the underworld. filled with hate and hunger, greedy eyes and starving stomaches.

his name was megatronous. his presence was one of the rare reliefs in kaon. because in the underworld, the only way to survive is to claw your way to the surface. and he had already done that once before.

despite his skinny, lengthy body, his heart held true. despite the way he had suffered, watching his brothers and sisters die in the mines. his mere designation as a coal miner did not bind him, but rather fuel that raging spark he held in his chest.

it had been mere coincidence you had passed him. ears perked for danger, because in kaon there was no time to rest. if you didn't have your guard up, you would be prey to the ruthless that haunted the tunnels.

all you heard was a grunt before finding someone barely older than you, one with striking silver hair and ruby red eyes. despite the way the black uniform clung to his boney form, you could clearly see the red that slowly spilled from his torso.

his eyes narrowed as you slowly approached, reaching into your bag to retrieve the few, rare bandages you managed to scavenge from behind a hospital.

maybe it was your bleeding heart that made you do this. or foolishness. kaon has no place for fools.

you helped him anyway.

he weakly scampered away, trying to fruitlessly drag his body away from you in fear. his fangs were on display as he hissed at you, daring you to approach, ruby eyes narrowed at your form.

you feigned innocence as you saw him clench at the handle of a blade, eyes squinted in determination. boundless will to survive hit you, and you smiled to yourself.

he stiffened.

you ignored his threats, the way he brandished his weapon without batting an eyelash. you were unresponsive to the way he threatened to slash you to pieces. you ignored the way his knife pressed against vulnerable flesh, instead taking in his shaking hand and the harsh words escaping parched lips.

what a feisty little thing.

you wordlessly began treating the wound, watching confusion and weariness set on his face. the tight grip on the blade never left, but he was kind enough to shift when you went to wrap the wound.

"this is a salve that you can apply. otherwise, try to keep the wound as clean as possible. no dirt, soot, or foreign material should get in there." you spoke, giving him a firm nod as you stood up.

it took him a few seconds to recognize the kindness lingering off your form, something simply unheard of in the underground.

"why?" it was a simple question, but it struck your soul. you pursed your lips, biting them as you thought.

"everyone deserves a bit of kindness every once in a while."

and then you left, not knowing this wouldn't be the first time you saw him.

-

he kept you in his sight. watching the way you scampered and fled, keeping close eyes on the officers who drank and smoked. you were an unofficial medic of sorts, despite being so young and helpless. those around you kept their lips tight and eyes closed to your actions.

whether from disinterest or a strange sort of protectiveness, megatronous was not sure. what he did know, was you were around his age. a young kaonian without any parents, and without support. it was a miracle you had survived as you did.

and a sort of strange, alluring foolishness that caused you to stop and help that night. so unlike the others that roamed the darkened alleyways.

a botched, silver scar had rested in the place of the wound you had treated all those months ago. and between fighting in the rings and gathering information about the kings of kaon, he had stumbled across you once again.

you were cornered. surrounded by ruthless fighters who had nothing good to do than waste time. their leers and jeering had you narrowing your eyes and clutching the straps of your backpack.

their figures seemed to tower over yours as they pulled and pushed, but your face held nothing but slight annoyance.

you looked helpless. someone so small wouldn't be able to fight off the street ruffians of kaon. megatronous, for once, thought about stepping in. if it were anyone else, any other kaonian, he wouldn't have cared. yet one of the kind souls, few and far in between, had all been caught and killed.

the good die young was a saying that he bitterly believed in.

your hair whipped into your face as you yowled, quickly avoiding their jabs. unheard words were uttered, only spurring them on. you eyed their dirtied knives with disdain.

one got closer, pulling at loose hair as you jerked closer. megatronous was not close enough to hear what was being uttered, but from your expression he could only guess.

and when a knife scraped itself into your skin, the world went sideways.

megatronous came to your rescue as you lept into action. one hand that had been previously hidden behind your back had flung several sharp, thick needles in their directions. with surprising speed and accuracy, you slammed your fist into the nearest's stomach and sent the offender sprawling to the floor.

megatronous didn't let surprise flash over his face, merely swooping in and quickly taking out the remaining perpetrators near you. their angry cries were quickly quieted as they saw who stood before them.

the rising star of kaon. megatronous. the gladiator who killed and fought and clawed through blood, sweat, and tears.

who slaughtered mercilessly in the pits, with ruby red eyes that swam like the sea of blood shed around him.

you stared in silence.

"are you okay?" his question took you by surprise. from the rumors floating around you had only guessed megatronous was vicious and enraged, merciless and sharper than the current military's commanders.

from skin to bone into lithe, smooth muscle. he had grown significantly since the last time you saw him. all those matches won must have given him several credits for better resources. better food.

an option out.

yet here he was. still in kaon. still in that same dirty, black uniform.

"m' fine." you mutter, brushing hair out of your face as you eye him up and down.

"you normally don't come here." you snort as you raise an eyebrow,

"and what were you doing here? your sponsors would balk at the way their honored gladiator of kaon still dirties himself with the underground."

his frame stiffened, eyes narrowing and hands clenching for a moment. his voice is smooth and filled with purpose as he speaks. you see the way his shoulders straighten and relax, hands clasped against his back as he speaks.

"kaon is all the same wherever you go. my sponsors know nothing of the way miners are poisoned and killed every day. orphans grow every day without a parent, and these streets are far from safe.

I do not associate myself with them." he spits the words out like poison, eyes narrowing and jaw clenching at the mere mention of those above him.

its strange, the way he talks. nothing of the harsh and blunt way kaonians usually spoke, his voice had a tone and rhythm that was unfamiliar, yet held importance. he demanded attention despite barely being older than eighteen.

"then tell me, megatronous. why are you here?" he cleared his throat, eyes gleaming appreciatively as you uttered his name. a designation. one with deeper meaning and endless ambition.

"for you."

you balk, confusion filling your face as you scrunch your nose.

"we need a medic for our future endeavors. you are one of the only medics in kaon that would treat anyone. without question."

you tense.

"for the revolution." his grin seems to grow wider, almost splitting his face as he looks at you, pleased.

"so you've heard."

"I've heard about an ambitious gladiator who spoke of freedom and liberation. who speaks for his fallen brothers and sisters to a system broken beyond repair.

I've heard of a ruthless uprising in the underground. where whispers travel from kaon all the way of iacon. I've heard of two brothers who were bonded together by fate.

I've heard of civil unrest through the ranks. threatening to snap as you and your forces slowly reach further, preaching to anyone who will listen. I've heard many things. but are they true?" you ask, eyes blazing with determination. your skills could be used for good. other than patching up drunkards and sickly little children who are forced to work in the mines for their next meal.

megatronous nods.

"they are."

"then, I also heard that megatronous has acquired a skilled medic." a smirk graces his face.

"then so be it."

-

he is ambitious. so much more than you had originally thought. his roots were deeper than you thought, reaching the younglings of kaon, the miners and all those who had been oppressed.

it took no time for megatronous to acquire all the supplies he needed to set up a medic center, straight in the heart of the refuge camp. it was lively, with children and adults together, hiding and seeking care away from the ruthless rulers of kaon.

criminals. refugees. hopeless people who had been shackled by the increasingly thinner line between working and being owned by those who paid them.

you had seen it all.

pneumonia and rotting lungs impacted by the toxic waste in the water and air. children missing limbs and thin, skeletal frames just barely clinging onto life.

people who shouldn't be alive by logic and science. yet they hold and cling onto their fragile hope with calloused hands.

it was much worse than you had ever thought it to be.

and megatronous had guided you through it. rooting you back to the present, with the sick and suffering who laid on the floor separated by thin sheets and scrap for privacy.

his voice was a mere echo in your ear as you sprung into work. there was much to do and so little time to do anything other than it. because while you had thought to help, you didn't understand the way kaon was poisoned.

kaon was suffering from disease.

and megatronous was the epidemic.

even the sick had greeted him, in hoarse, roughened voices filled with hope. and with every greeting you saw and the way he shifted made you realize that this was much bigger than you and the gladiator of kaon.

you understood, in a sense, why he composed himself like this. he was like a walking talking god, but this time, this god responded in earnest towards its people.

his steps held more than just his ambition. but rather the lives of those who had clung to him in hope and desperation.

his voice rose you from your thoughts as you wordlessly began assessing your newly acquired patients.

"I assume this center has been set up to your standards?" you nod. "yes. although I'm not sure how much time or efforts would have been wasted had I said no." ruby eyes narrow the slightest.

"I would have gotten what I wanted regardless." a shiver runs up your spine, turning away from his suddenly unnerving expression as you continued to clean wounds and bandage lacerations.

you had heard lots about a gladiator who had slowly begun to build an empire. for the sick and helpless and poor. those like you but without such will and drive to survive.

you just hoped you hadn't picked the wrong side to tango with. even if that dance lead you closer to death every single day.

.

years were shaved off your life when kaon had erupted into chaos. where government officials and ruthless military had beat down those who threatened their existence. you were there when starving, thin frames had shattered to the floor with every pop! pop! pop! that echoed in the air.

you were there when megatronous and soundwave had gathered their followers to protest against their lords. you were there in the aftermath.

burying the bodies who no longer had identities and names. mere numbers in a death count.

and megatron was endless.

he and his people fought back. blood spilt and sprayed that day. desperation where he had fought his way into the center of kaon. where he rallied his troops and broke into the executive residence of the lords of kaon.

adrenaline coursed through your veins as you ran through the crowd, quickly dragging away the wounded back to safety before going back. it was relentless, the way each second felt like eons, where the screams and hollers of those around you cut through the air.

and in the end, where megatron got what he wanted. but at what cost?

you were the one who had to burry the bodies. of children and teenagers and adults who believed in the future before them. of a gladiator who had pushed and pushed and pushed until there was nothing in his way.

he never visited you that night. where you had to bury people you knew and grew up with. those who you had eaten and cooked with. those whom you had helped build their homes and cured their ailments.

those who shared intimate words of the future. a hope that never died even with their final breathes.

you were the one who had to tell siblings, newly orphaned children, and broken families of every. single. loss.

somewhere between now and then things had changed.

megatron and his endless greed were nothing compared to your will to survive. despite the heavy feeling in your chest, those around you celebrated and cheered each time megatron's flag had been raised to the streets.

it felt like greed consumed your soul as you watched those return, either in body bags or with wounds that would last lifetimes.

it wasn't you. but the thoughts began to plague your entire being with ever wound you inflicted and each soul you saved.

people were happy and free. but at what cost?

what cost would he stop?

that you could not answer. so instead you hid away in a crowded bar filled with laughter and cheers. your soul seemed to shake at the way those around you shook, eyes glancing off wounds and bandages and endless flesh.

all you could do is avert your eyes and drink your sorrows away.

war is not for the weak hearted.

and unfortunately, you were.

a firm, yet unfamiliar hand pressed against your shoulder. flashes of megatron and his endless lithe echoed in your head as you turned in alarm. he was the last you wanted to see. after all those lives lost.

instead, it was a young man with a soft smile on his face. black hair curled back, with soft wisps kissing smooth skin.

"you look troubled." his voice was smooth and deep, gently scraping against your ears as you turned back to your drink. he took a seat right besides you as you sighed.

"orion pax. and you are?"

"they call me stitcher."

"the head medic. you did quite a job out there. heard ratchet couldn't keep you off field." you shook yourself with a heartless chuckle.

"the battlefield always calls."

orion shifts for a moment, calling out to the bartender and ordering an unusually fruity concoction compared to the hard liquor being served all around.

you smiled mirthlessly.

"no hard energon for you?"

orion sputtered as he flushed.

"nothing wrong with enjoying your drink. and not burning your taste buds off."

"it's not meant for enjoyment." you say, pressing your lips together as you glance into the glass before you. it shimmers and swirls like the stars in the books you had gathered.

of galaxies and places far beyond your reach. holding endless possibilities and freedom. boundless energy without respite.

"it's not your fault." he pipes up, eyes nervously taking in your stormy expression.

"I saw you out there today. you couldn't save everyone." "but what if I could? what if I tried harder? what if I made the wrong decisions?" you continue, feeling your eyes fill with tears as you shake.

"I had to chose between the future generation and my friends today. there wasn't enough supplies and medicine to go around for everyone." you clench your fist as you refuse to look your companion in the eye.

"people bled out there because I was too slow." "you were exhausted." he fought for you. in a way, trying to wrangle in the endless grief and guilt that weighed over your head. you shook your head.

"everyone was."

you stiffened at the way orion wrapped his arms around you, tucking your chest under his chin. you could feel the way his chest rumbles as he gently rubs your back.

"one shall stand. many will fall. we are still here, and that is all that matters. because we stood up for those who could not."

and for once, the tightly clasped lock to your chest had opened. and for the first time in years, you wept.

-

he is soft in his embrace. his hands are smooth and barely calloused as he slowly presses you against the cheap hotel room. energon rushes between both of your veins as he grasps your hair, giving you a soft smile before devouring you.

his lips are soft against yours as the two of you move in tandem. his shirt is soft in your grasp as you clutch him closer, grounding you to reality around you.

the two of you part with shallow gasps, chests heaving against each other as orion looks you in the eye once more.

"are you sure this is what you want?" you nod eagerly, letting your head hit the soft mattress beneath you.

"make me forget tonight." orion is uncharacteristically bold as he smiles, pressing his forehead against yours as his breath brushes against lightly dewed skin.

"as you wish."

his kisses are fluttering against your neck as he nuzzles against you, tongue laving against your slow pulse. his nips are playful as he presses his hands against your hips, pressing you into place.

his hips jerk and swivel against yours, his grip tightening as he feels you jerk. the rough patch of his jeans grind against your core, and all you can do is squirm and mewl against him.

orion seems naive, yet his movement is anything but that. his weight presses against you as he slowly presses your legs open, gulping at the sight before you.

folds glisten in the limelight as you squirm, eyes helpless as you try helplessly to cover yourself. orion is having none of this as he gently traps your hips with his arm pressed across your stomach.

"stop squirming dear. you'll only work yourself up more."

his tongue gently presses against your clit, smirking against your folds as you mewl, head pressed against the pillow as your hair flows around you like a halo.

you look absolutely angelic.

orion is ruthless in the way he slowly rolls your clit in his mouth, pressing hot kisses against your folds and teasingly dipping the tip of his tongue into your cunt.

you keen softly as he presses against you, eagerly devouring anything you offer. its a mindless rhythm as he groans against you, his voice shaking your core as you gently grind against him.

his nose presses against your clit as he tongues you open, gently fucking you with his tongue. its almost enough stimulation, yet not enough.

it has you crying in frustration. heavy need and want floods your system, robbing your mind of the endless spiral of thoughts.

orion gives you one last, half lidded eye before reaching up and kissing you. you can taste the tang of yourself against your lips as he sucks on your bottom lip.

you gasp as you feel thick fingers press against your folds, gently teasing you open before slowly stretching you. its sudden but slow and it has you clenching tightly against his fingers.

you tangle your hands into his hair as you press him closer, breasts gently brushing against his chest. you can feel the breath leave him as he gently fucks you.

the palm of his hand gently grinds into your center as he slowly pumps his fingers into your gummy walls. you should almost be embarrassed by the slick that gushes between your legs and the echo of wet noise between the two of you.

but his smile reassures you.

his mouth presses against your breasts, gently biting and sucking his claim against smooth, pretty skin. you arch into his touch as he whispers sweet nothings to you.

"that's it. just like that. clench down on me."

"fuck, keep grinding against me like that. good. good girl."

you gently press his head up as he looks at you in slight confusion.

"let me.... taste you too." you huff, chest gasping for air as he gives one harsher thrust of his fingers, smirking at the sudden way your hips jerk as you moan in surprise.

"of course sweetheart. whatever you want."

he stands, allowing you to slowly crawl to your knees and press yourself against smooth, defined legs. you bat your eyelashes at him as he puts one hand on your head.

the weight is reassuring as you gently grasp him in your hands, mouth salivating at the sheer weight agains the palm of your hand.

you press the tip of his head into your mouth, gently swirling the velvet against your tongue and savoring the salty, savory taste against your tongue. you can hear orion gulp above you as he gently eases his hips closer, allowing you to further take his length down your throat.

the weight of his cock settles against the back of your throat as you breath through your nose, taking in deep breaths to calm your beating heart.

orion is flustered above you, eyes glassy and lips pressed firmly against himself. one hand is pressed into a fist by his sides as he obediently stills his hips.

he is left speechless as you bob your head, sucking your cheeks in as you swirl aimless patterns against his cock. it has him jerking and moaning, gently guiding your head up and down his length as he praises you in breathless pants.

"fuck. just like that. you should see yourself now. taking my cock down your throat."

his thrusts grow eager and harsher as he becomes more sensitive. there's a sense of urgency as he bucks and moans into your mouth, and with a surprised moan, he rips himself from you.

thick, long fingers press against the base of his cock as he greedily inhales air.

you look up at him with saddened eyes, like a puppy who's favorite treat had been taken.

he chuckles at you.

"get on the bed." you obey, pressing your front against smooth sheets as you arch your back, pressing your ass into the air.

he gently palms your ass in appreciation before pressing a familiar weight against your shoulder.

familiar in the way megatronous once did.

but for some reason, this feels more. better than that empty feeling that sunk into your stomach every time megatron visited you.

"are you ready?" "please." is all you can utter as he presses himself into you.

the two of you grunt in sync as he enters, you gasping and trying to press away from his thick cock. he gently shushes you, stroking your arm and intertwining your hands together as he slowly fucks you.

his lips press against your pulse as his thrusts grow confident and long, you can feel him smirk against your neck as he buries his head into the crook of your neck.

"cum for me love." and all you can do is obey.

two rough pads press and swirl against your swollen clit, playing eagerly with the sensitive bud with calculated rolls. his thrusts hit a gooey spot in you and you clench hard around him.

you arch your back, eagerly pressing your hips against his as you mewl.

"there? right there princess?" orion pants, hips mercilessly driving against you as you clench and keen around him.

you think drool slowly drips through your parted lips, but you can't tell from the overwhelming tightness against your core. like a lightning bolt, your orgasm crashes through your form as you clench and cry.

orion shushes you softly as he continues thrusting, teeth scraping against the shell of your ear as you squirm against his weight.

all you can do is lay there and take it as he wrings orgasm after orgasm from your exhausted body.

he's endless in the way he traces over your body, pressing kisses against scars and bruises. his warm blue eyes seem to see through your soul.

and all you can do is clench and mewl at him, desperately clinging against him as he fucks into you. his hips slam against yours as you feel him swell in your cunt.

you weren't sure where he had gotten this stamina from, but it was a blessing and a curse in disguise. it made you sensitive and jerky, both wanting to be pulled into another mind melting orgasm, and seconds away from trying to jerk away in overstimuation.

and when he cums, he presses against you with his soul. you can feel him slowly fill you with his warmth as he pants, gently smoothing your hair from your face and gently smiling at you.

"that's it. with me now." he guides you to gently breath against his chest, slowly syncing your hearts together as he clutches you to your chest.

and for once, your mind is silent and your chest is weightless.

maybe you did pick the right side.

[xiwatchthemoon]

déjà-vu

pairing : xavier/shen xinghui x mc

warnings : angst, probably ooc xavier since i suck at writing fictional characters in character, this was made super fast so it probably sucks lol

background : based off the lumière myth

word count : 1,01k words

AN : hi so this is the first oneshot and LADS fic i've done. it may be ass. i'm sorry. doing this to challenge my writers' block. btw english is not my first language so i apologize for the mistakes. and i suck at angst so this might be ass i’m sorry 💔

you find it odd that minutes ago, you were on the set of a movie. and now, you're in the middle of the city, taking care of the hordes of wanderers coming your way. xavier was on his own separate mission. jenna didn't assign him any teammate. you wonder if he's fine.

he's strong. he'll make it. he has to.

the commercial center is filled with wanderers. although the other hunters do their best to evacuate the civilians, casualties are inevitable. the news broadcasts were right on one thing : all of linkon needed a miracle, and that miracle should've been lumière. but rumours of his appearance were very weak. xavier explicitly said lumière must be hiding from the public after all these years.

it's no use getting your hopes up.

while you were too busy worrying about xavier, a wanderer sneaks up on you and slashes the right side of your waist. you suppress a scream after you feel the overwhelming, excruciating pain. you shoot the wanderers gathering around you, but they were definitely too many.

"[name], are you okay?"

captain jenna's voice sounded in your earbud.

"fall back. it's no use dying here."

"i can keep fighting..." you utter breathlessly, taking down wanderers one by one.

you feel yourself bleeding out. one hand on your open wound, you have to sheathe one of your guns. your mind gets hazier by the minute. your limbs, limp. you are not in control of your body anymore. at least, you don't feel like you are. your consciousness is slipping away.

you hear a scream coming from the commercial center. civilians try to escape, but around ten wanderers are blocking them. the last bit of strength is consumed at that moment, where you take down the apparitions. you feel your legs weakening, and before you know it, your knees landed on a pool of blood on the concrete. your wound got worse.

your mind is hazy. you can't stay focused. the sounds around you blur. you actually lose control over your senses.

the face of your boyfriend popped into your head.

"is he... okay?"

you blink, your eyes closed for a good second, and at that moment, you see someone in a familiar costume.

“lumière?”

how similar to the chronorift catastrophy. but you recognize some striking traits belonging to your beloved.

"xavier...?"

your eyes get teary. the man says nothing and teleports you to a quiet and safe place. the stars are shining brightly. he holds you in his arms, and once he takes his mask off, the distress is the first emotion you notice.

he puts his hands over your wound, trying to contain the bleeding. however, his hands are already drenched with blood.

"you're safe." you say laboriously, in between breaths.

"take deep breaths. people are coming for you. we're gonna get you patched up, okay?" he ensures, the despair heard in his voice. you just shake your head slowly.

"it's too late. i'm already dying."

he was too late.

he's always too late. he may give up his freedom, his life, he'll always be too late. whatever the sacrifice, he will always be too late, won't he?

"no, wait. you lasted until now. wait until help arrives, please..."

"stop. it's gonna be okay."

his hold on your wound gets weaker before he ultimately releases it. he holds your body in his arms. the night sky was dark, free of stars, which reflected the sorrowful events quite well.

"i'm happy i got to see you before i die," you say. a weak hand goes to his cheek, slowly stroking it.

xavier, who's seen you die already, should be steeled by now. but he's actually weaker than ever, a tear falling from his eye to your cheek.

"we still... have so much to do together," he whispered, his voice cracking.

"don't worry," you say, a small, weak smile plastered on your face, getting paler. "i'll find you in my next life. then, we'll be able to do all we promised."

"starting with watching a meteor shower together," he suggests.

"of course."

you chuckle, stroking his tearful eyes gently. however, he looks like he already lost you. his mouth twitches ever so slightly, as if he wants to muffle his cries.

"i didn’t want to be sad,” you say with a chuckle. “these last few months with you are everything to me. so please, don’t be sad.”

he nods his head slightly. you couldn't see his eyes, they were hidden by his hair.

"thank you for saving me, all these years ago."

"i'll keep saving you, over and over again."

"i know. but i wanted you to rely on me sometimes" xavier's breath hitches in his throat, a choked sob escaping his lips.

“but look what happens then,” he whispers. you could only sigh.

a tear drops from your eye to your cheek. you knew it'd be soon. you couldn't feel the warmth of his body anymore.

"i love you," you whisper.

"i love you too. i'll always love you."

"don’t forget me, okay?" your voice weakens. he nods, holding your body tighter against his body, trying to feel warmth. but there was no warmth. you were gone.

xavier feels constant vibrations from his hunter’s watch. eventually, out of anger, he opens them and hears jenna’s panicked voice.

“xavier, get back here. you’re gonna make us all die.”

he couldn’t speak. and when he did, he could only utter this.

“[name]’s gone. again.”

the captain stayed silent and let him process his emotions alone for a few minutes. the man cradled his beloved’s dead body, his tears staining her bloody clothes. as he eventually leaves their body, he only felt more and more nauseous, unable to truly leave them.

the next day, the fascinating tale of lumière saving linkon city was the talk of the town. and on the news, a hunter was reported dead after saving many lives in the battles. the report was ignored by everybody.

everybody but a man named xavier, who lost his beloved in the fight.

★no reposts ! please give credits to xiwatchthemoon★

[theladyheroine]

Characters for the New TMNT 🐢

❥ Hello everyone! So this will be similar to my previous Kingdom Hearts posts where I’ll try to predict a few things for the future! It’s just for fun but I hope you guys enjoy! 💚

⚠️ Also quick warning, there are spoilers for the Mutant Mayhem movie & the Tales of the TMNT on Paramount! ⚠️

Casey Jones - Okay, so I understand there was a scrapped concept art for Casey Jones from the Mutant Mayhem movie. But whether Casey ends up being a boy or a girl, I really wanna see their friendship again! They always have good chemistry together, & I can imagine them meeting if Raph tries out for the hockey team at school! Jones is like the best player on the team so Raph has some beef. 😅 Not intentionally but I can see a rivalry happening (lol).

Karai - This was more of a what if moment but since the Shredder will likely appear in the sequel movie, Karai would be like one of those characters that turns good in the end. Likely because she never wanted to serve the Foot Clan in the first place. It would also be cool if she went to the same high school as the main cast, either before or at the end of the film.

Slash - This character was also what if moment, since Slash is usually a small villain. But I really like what the 2012 TMNT did, making him a hero during his arc! I feel if he did show up in MM universe, I can see him being a bit of an antihero at first? Or some kind of mutated crook before agreeing to help the turtles out.

Mona Lisa - Raph’s love interest I feel was pretty underrated until the 2012 version put their own spin on things! She’s one of my favorite characters & I’d love to see her again! For this version, I would like to see a human design since we haven’t seen that before! But then she gets mutated later on & perhaps that can be a new story in the future? With humans getting mutated too at some point.

The Rat King - So, I’m actually not so sure for this one? I know Splinter was the Rat King temporarily during the Tales of the TMNT show. But I did see a post, unfortunately I can’t remember where 😅🙏, but someone said that Bad Bernie might end up being mutated? I can see that, especially since he already looks like a rat or mouse. And he did come back after the East River 3 Arc.

Miyamoto Usagi - Okay this was a lot tougher than I thought. 😅 I understand Usagi is like from an alternate dimension usually? And for a funny spinoff series, that could still work? But maybe more on the science-style of things rather than the magic side? Like maybe TCRI makes a giant portal & the turtles get sucked into it. Landing in Usagi’s dimension by accident!

Venus de Milo - I have yet to see the 90s movies but I’m still a big fan of Venus de Milo! She is so cool & I feel she’s a good contrast to the boys. I’m not sure if she’d be related to them or not, but we can stick with the cousin thing for now. Anywho, for her backstory, I feel maybe she was another experiment from Baxter Stockman? Or maybe TCRI who wanted to recreate his project but she escapes! And meets the turtles!

Irma Langinstein - So I only know Irma from the 2012 version of TMNT, but if she were introduced into MM I feel there’s a lot of cool stuff she could do! Maybe she’s a human friend April makes or she’s some kind of ninja turtle fan girl (lol)! But so far I’ve seen people portray her as a super smart kid & becoming best friends with Donnie, which I like!

[kiweegamez]

TORANS HERE WE GO.

Ok so Torans, if you knew her you know the gist. I also had this big phase with drawing her in au’s but we don’t talk about those as they shall hopefully never surface the internet. 🗿She’s also had so much crossing lore so I think this will finally be the breakthrough of the century. She has been redesigned so many times and eventually I get bored and spruce her up a bit. Here’s her previous redesign. THIS POST BTW WILL JUST EXPLAIN SOMETHINGS ABOUT HER, if you DON’T want to read just look at the pretty pictures. 🩵

Yucky. However, her two different coloured eyes had been a key feature for her as a character as old as time. However, quite a few things changed in her newest redesign.

(Ignore the anatomical inaccuracy, ALSO HOW DARE YOU TUMBLR FOR REDUCING THE QUALITY 😠)

So clearly there are still some similarities and differences. Such as the new jaw, eyes, horn type ect. As she is now second in command in the Elite Guard. I’m unsure if someone has made one so this will be explained later. Torans is my og undertale oc, she doesn’t have anything to do with any au specifically. Her ecto-body, is a choice controlled by her magic as I imagine skeleton type monsters can learn this to fill out their clothes or make it easier to protect their bones, however as this requires energy she looks tired all the time. Also top surgery since she doesn’t like her boobas 👍 .

So here’s her sword, I’m sure you’re confused. How would she use this as it doesn’t look like it could slash well. Well think of it like this, she could slash but only with the silver top, which does less impact than her main tactic. She will use the main part of the blade to wedge these spikes into the oppositions mid torso or wherever she can latch it such as a leg, then will yank the blade towards herself so the tip of the blade will be pulled into them as the side will roughly rip out attached flesh. However, if she is going against a skeleton due to the lack of flesh unless they are casting ecto-body she will hook the curved points into the rib to pull them close and then attack. The skull like handle is to protect the back of her hand, if someone does grab her wrist she can use the ‘horns’ to try and gouge their wrist if put in the right spot. If in a dire situation she will actually attempt to fling her sword, given its top heavy she will quickly shot put throw it to try and launch it into someone. I haven’t even bothered touching her armour yet lol

She does have a tail! Her hair, ears and tail are softer than they look! But be warned she will not let you touch them easily. As a show of irritation or slight discomfort the first sign to notice is the smoke escaping the ‘vents’ in her horns as they begin to heat up, then if further aggravated it will come from her sinuses as well. When enraged or full on beast mode her horns will spark and light on fire. This smoke is rather thick, but really doesn’t affect anyone’s breathing, the fire does though… She will use her horns to hook others in battle such as gaps in skeletons arms or legs if positioned, she has been reported to hook a skeleton by the eye sockets by her horns then ram them into a wall. Being the second in command of the Elite guard results her taking orders from the first in command, whom deals with paper work and gives her the responsibility of all lower guard groups. If sent on missions there will only be one unless it is a mass mission where two will be sent. In total there are 6 Elite Guards, (In ranking order) Riua (Re-wa), Torans (Tor-rans), Yanku (Yan-Kew), Pirta(Pur-tah), Eliqo(E-lick), and Viren (Vi-ran). They are essentially the bosses of all lower guards, with the responsibility of tasking them all with missions, care for cohorts, provide needed equipment, armoury checks, interrogations, ect.

Now, back to Torans she goes by Loyalty and honesty, she is also. A stiff ass. She’s not taking any shit and is ready to put you in your place and humble you. If she were to show affection to others she is very physical touchy-feely but only in private. She is a beast in the battle field and can take a couple hits. However, a weak spot is to hook something onto her horns and slam her into the ground, causing her to become immobilised for a moment from shock, this time is elongated if in her armour due to the weight. Another weak spot are her hips as they are sensitive she will often tense up and take a moment. She is the type to want a fair fight within reason, so if you are beat to a pulp she will stand there and look down at you waiting for another attack unless able to then she will walk away. Unless, she sees no hope for you, striking when you are at your weakest. Or if one has fought with her before on unforgivable terms she will show that no mercy is given to those of foul nature.

She’s quite stern and often doesn’t respond verbally often, as she thinks that her subordinates may take her tone wrong or that she may something wrong or confusing as she talks rather fast due to some form of minor anxiety. She will set up routines often and wants to know as much as possible, if she is your interrogator she will ‘shift’ herself to match your mindset but she can easily become the ‘bad cop’. A weakness of hers is her short-temper, easily set off by incompetence (which at first annoys her) and back-stabbers. Also loud sounds. You thought I would just give her goat ears without sensitive hearing? WRONG HAHAHA. If she notices somethings going to blow up she gonna get on the floor and cover her ears. Another way to gain an advantage against her. She also doesn’t like suck ups. Straight up. She will cut the bullshit.

This is her soul! Now about Torans’ whole life situation. There’s purely a reason she’s second in command rather than first, she’s a lot more helpful in the battlefield than the average monster. She technically cannot turn to dust. To balance this factor out healing magic cannot work on her, slightly worsens the wounds so she has to tough it out, much like wounds in our world. Her soul will still shatter but will rejoin together eventually. The ‘mini soul’ pattern in the middle represents her ‘undying spirit’ when her soul shatters she will just straight up pass out for hours, girlies eye lights are going out and she’s falling like a brick. The cracks constantly glow hence she doesn’t show her soul as others tend to ask about this sensitive topic. When awakening she will be very unaware and dazed, it usually takes a week to recover basic movements yet will be severely weakened for elongated periods of time hence why she’s so heavily focused on training when she can. But she’s stubborn so you know if you find her she’s going to be stumbling around like a zombie into a wall.

And before you ask, this strange unattainable au was…..erased…. By unseen means, with a few escaping but ultimately separated. Yet this was many upon many years ago, so it is very unlikely that the others are still living as the ‘Great fog’ (the term known for Torans’ experience during the collapse of the Au) happened around 387 years ago. She’s 407 years old. So yes she’s old like a certain goopy skeleton. She can also be quite oddly resentful towards nagging or those overly curious she comes across especially when others ask where she came from as an innocent question, usually causes her to have a flashback causing her to freeze up, or a full on lash out (yet this is much rarer and is usually caused as a after affect of heightened stress or she’s just annoyed). But despite her cold and tarnished personality she is a most valuable mentor to those patient enough to listen to her.

Torans headcanon voices- Coven Morgana 

(I imagine she would link cross across to being a ex-royal guard member from his Au through his fighting style and stance, so I feel like the lines directed at the knight would sometimes be referring to him) Helmeted Torans- Odysseus (with voice modifier) or meanie ENA (without voice modifier / voice mod off in the helmet)!

Have some close ups, you deserve them especially if you read all that 😭.

Her forked ecto-tongue is unnatural as it formed from an injury, she cannot perceive taste as well or at all as others can.

THIS PICTURE HAS SO MUCH SEBASTIAN SOLACE ENERGY ISTG.

anyways thanks for reading, my ask box is always open.

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[call-sign-shark]

@mischievouslittlecreature My dumb ass deleted the question: How long Amos and Heaven were married together?

Thank you so much babe!! Honestly, questions about Amos are my fav because I don’t have space to write about him in HYE yet so really, you made my day!!

• In the original story, Heaven in Your Eyes, they never made it to the actual wedding. They were together since Hev was 17 and they stayed together until she was 25. Amos proposed to her kinda late due to his father disliking his son not marrying a noble woman. The day of their wedding, literally a few minutes before the ceremony, Heaven realized that she was making a huge mistake and that once married there would be no escape from Amos and what she was becoming by his side. Heaven freaked out, told Amos that it was over in a sudden outburst of courage and… Amos went completely bonkers. Like, it flipped a switch in him. He bounced on Heaven and attacked her, trying to rape her but she was wearing three of those claw-shaped rings. She slashed him across the face, permanently disfiguring him, before she ran away in England.

• In the GoT AU, they were married for nine years I believe. She was 17 when they met and 26 when they broke up. Aerthurys, managed to break the circle of abuse and open her eyes since she had become blind to everything, only living through Amos. I think it’s important to note that Heavenerys is softer than her original version, or at least her madness and ruthlessness show much later. Also, it is worth noting that Amos’ GoT version, if equally toxic, is far more violent than his original version physically speaking.

The worst is that in the two versions she was really crazy about him. Especially in HYE. It scarred her permanently. So does he, physically also lol. But if you think Arthur is obsessive then you haven’t seen Amos.

@justrainandcoffee @mischievouslittlecreature @shelbydelrey @cillmequick @evita-shelby @novashelby @darklydeliciousdesires @peakyswritings @wonderlanddreamer

[oogaboogaspookyman]

Beach episode yeehaw

Oc belongs to @shinyshade8026 !

[TRANQUILITY]

V wakes in the forest, the cold being all too familiar for her.

She sits up to find a familiar figure standing idle, their back facing them.

"Where am i now and what's going on this time..?" V dreads the next few seconds as they stand up to walk towards the figure...

... Oh no.

No no no no no no no no.

"S..? S you- you have to run! You have to–!"

"Why? I love you!"

And just as quickly as she turned to look at the dissassembly drone behind them, suddenly... SLASH.

Chunks of the new model of killer machine lie on the ground, their head inactive due to it's disconnection. The visor displays the fatal error that she remembers just fine.

"I love you!" Their voice repeats in the sky, V looks up to find it's face everywhere but it's not the smile she knows and adores and protects. It is a blank visor with a wide fangy smile covered in oil and, perhaps, blood.

"stop... please..." The dissassembly drone sits down on the ground with their knees to the stomach as she holds onto S's iconic piece of clothing like it's about to be taken away. They've been taken away before, so you better hold onto the remnants of them. Right?

And then...

"I love you!"

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!" Heavy breathing as she collects her thoughts, the pieces of her mind scattered by the nightmare as she was metaphorically pulled apart by her fears. She sat up in the bed, gripping the covers as if it had any life force to choke away.

"V..?! V are you okay?!" Aaaaand her partner woke up. Great. Explain? "Th... You... Hg... Please don't leave me..?" Oh okay, no need to explain then.

"Did you have a nightmare..? Was it... Me, related?" V nods fast. She feels so fucking pathetic but what's the point in hiding vulnerability at this point in time? "Oh V... C'mere–" They hug the trembling dissassembly drone, and they're nearly crushed as she hugs back, tight enough to not be able to escape her embrace... Literally it's so tight.

"Hey... How about we do something to relax and get our minds off things?" S suggested. V looked up at her with eyes still displaying tears sliding down. "like... like what?"

"Maybeee... Go to the beach nearby?" V is suddenly perplexed by the suggestion. The beach?????????

"There's no beach around Copper 9 though??"

"There is now!" She's so happy saying that. Why. There's literally no beach around Copper 9 what the fu–

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"Holy shit. There is a beach around Copper 9!" V exclaims in surprise for there is indeed, a beach around Copper 9. "There is a beach!" And S adds onto it, excitedly.

"Okay so- why are we at the beach?" Uzi asks in curiosity. "To relax and have fun and play in the frozen water!" N answers her question for S. The water is frozen how can one play in it.

Oh yeah. Clothes. Uzi is wearing a purple one piece with a rather emo design to it, what with the skulls and such... And N is wearing black shorts. He's shirtless. That's it. He's basic. At least Uzi gets to enjoy the view!

Meanwhile, V is wearing a pretty yellow dress with a sun hat of the same color, now decorated with a red ribbon around it! And coming right after V with a very big smile on their face is S, wearing a grey crop top with the bottom half of it colored after her hair streak, and jean shorts that only cover it's pelvis piece and some of the thighs.

Uzi giggles like the gremlin she is, staring at N's form. "hell yeaaaa beach episode~"

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"Man this is awesome..." V says as she relaxes on the snow of the "beach", drinking from a recently found worker head. Yes it was found, no it wasn't obtained through murder. Don't ask.

Meanwhile N and Uzi are making a little worker drone figure with the snow, and they're both giggling at it for some reason.

"Woah!" And then V hears S slipping on the ice that used to be the water. She looks towards the source of the sound and finds that they're trying to skate on it. "Oww..." They fell on their ass like an idiot lol.

"Need some help?" They almost die when they see V, standing over it with a hand reaching out, offering her help, and the moon shines behind them. Suddenly, it feels like everything else ceased to exist other than the two of them...

"Y-yeah..." They grab her hand and are helped up, now standing again. "Follow my lead, okay?" S cannot put into the words the gayness she feels right now.

One step at a time, holding each other by the hands, and sliding across the ice with elegance and grace... Sort of, S (and V) have their moments of slipping and falling, but that's okay, because they can get back up again. They always get back up, one way or another.

"There we go! Getting the hang of it, aren't we now~?" S loves the way she speaks in tones specifically catered to them, it feels special. It makes them feel special. They smile and giggle and suddenly, they get more motivation and reason to keep going.

Suddenly, the two start to dance on the ice they skate on, now having lost the previous novice appearances and gaining a beautiful, smooth movement.

They separate to skate on their own, then they hold each other again, then separate only to get back together, it's truly a dance to remember.

Nothing else exists, the world around them has faded to black, the only thing remaining is the icy surface they scratch with their skating and them, them alone.

And suddenly... They hold each other for a little longer. Just a little longer. S has it's hands on V's waist, while V has a hand on S's shoulder and the other on it's chest.

"I love you." They whisper to each other at the same time before they lean in.

They part their lips, and they stare into each other's eyes with nothing but love and adoration. They love each other so much...

"Do you... Remember, how i confessed to you?" S suddenly breaks the silence with a question, one that gets V to reminisce the past. "Yeah... You were so adorable doing that~"

"I-i was?" It blushes at the comment. "I thought it was... I-i don't know what i thought that was, i was honestly just trying to confess..." At that, V giggles and places their fingers on it's chin. It makes them go frozen stiff.

"I'll say it again... I love you." She whispers one last time before leaning in for another soft kiss. S melts in the hold, the affection, and places their hand on her cheek and near the hair, fingers intertwined with her silver locks.

And their lips part, and they hold each other's hands as they slide back to shore, returning to the world.

"That was... Amazing, V... It was– it was so much fun and i loved doing that and- and i love you and you looked so beautiful just skating with me and- and-!" She places her finger on S's mouth, silencing them. "I know, love~" She giggles.

"You gays done yet?" Oh hi Uzi, coming up from behind V. "Oh heeyyy purple thing, what in the fuck do you want now?" She said ever so sweetly, with no intention to feed from her dead body nooooo not at aaaaallll.

"Iiiiii just wanted to say that me and N just built the GREATEST SNOW CASTLE EVER!" She cackles maniacally as she shows off the sudden realistic fuck off big castle made with the snow of the beach. N pops up from above wearing a small crown. "I'm the king!" He says joyful of his status. He'd be the best king.

"HOW THE FUCK?!?!" V points at. The entire frickin' thing. Meanwhile, S is taking in the full glory of the royal settlement.

"Well? What do you think~?" Uzi is smug and full of pride in herself and N, hands on her hips as she stands tall. And yet she's only V's chest height.

"... Iiiiii think you need something more productive to waste your time on." S snaps it's neck to look at V with eyes furrowed. "Oh you jealous? Is that it? Cuz i'm the queen of snowtown and you're not?" Uzi smugly replied.

V snapped that moment. She hates the jealousy comments. "V no-" S knew what was coming, but they're powerless.

...

Uzi scream laughs as she runs from the Fucking Pissed Off™ female dissassembly drone, and as they run like they're in a god damn Scooby Doo show, Uzi decides to take this to the sky, V following her suit.

"I WILL SHOVE MY CLAWS SO FAR UP YOUR ASS THE SHINE OF THEM WILL BE SEEN THROUGH YOUR FACE HOLE!" She yells loud enough to be heard from far away, as N and S stare at them with tired eyes.

The sun hat lands on S's face. They're unphased by it. "Man."

"Wanna go home without them?" N suddenly suggests, now making S react with surprise. "Without them??"

"Yeah without them, i'm kinda tired." He's still watching btw.

... "Sounds good, let's go." S for some reason agrees and begins to ready up to leave.

"I'M GOING TO SPLIT YOU IN HALF–" And she's still focused on trying to kill Uzi. "– wheeeereee are they going- are they leaving?!" Oh wait no she's not.

"Last one to home eats a missile!" Uzi childishly challenges V. "YOU'RE ON, PURPLE FUCK." And V accepts the challenge.

And so, they fly off to follow the other two... What a day amirite.

[ . ]

[icarianbeast]

Just finished Deltarune Chapter 2

I was really surprised by how many people were actually interested by my takes on chapter one, so, I guess here's my random rambling about the second chapter!

I played it over the course of a few days, so the things near the beginning of the chapter will probably escape my analysis (although I do recall that I never got to find the second and third checkmarks... I looked everywhere I could, but I never found them)

I think I'm going to reverse engineer this analysis (if you can call this that), so, here goes.

KRIS IS THE DARK KNIGHT????

Also, why were they scrungling around outside & slashing tires? I can sort of get why they make the dark worlds- everyone seems to enjoy the adventures, and it's a way to make (create, literally) friends

I guess maybe they knew Toriel wouldn't let Susie leave if there was a perceived danger outside and this was their weird ass sort of way of getting her to stick around? Seems like a very Kris thing to do to be fair.

I'm sad I didn't get to see Papyrus! I'm sure there's a good reason for it, but it did make me sad that not only did I not get to meet him, but the trousling of bones in the skelebro's house seemed to be growing more distant :( I hope he's okay in there.

I AM glad, however, to see Undyne and Alphys interacting! As indirect as it may be. She got her chocolates! Cute! and made me give them to her. Parallels. lol.

It seems I always have more to say about the overworld(?) after the main chunk of the game is over than I do to say about the Dark Worlds. probably just because I'm an OG Undertale fan and I know the most about/have preexisting thoughts/feelings about the shared characters.

I really love Susie though! Her & Noelle's dynamic is super fun to watch & I'm totally rooting for them. The ferris wheel scene was so super cute.

I'm a total sucker for Susie- I think she's my favorite. Something about tough girls! I love seeing her develop from feeling really cast out and being angry to being accepted by people for who she is and feeling comfortable enough to soften up for them (just a little bit!). I forgive her for originally wasting turns trying to beat people up.

I also love how feral she is- if I had gnashers like that I'd eat chalk and shit off the ground too.

I know a lot of people were really happy with Berdly's development and love him now, but...

Personally, I still don't really like him. He's tolerable, and I don't hate him, and I can sympathize with where he's coming from with the way he acts.... But I still probably wouldn't be able to put up with him enough to be friends if I were to meet him in real life. Glad he's learning and growing though, good for him. I think he's a very well written character, my distaste for him has nothing to do with the way he's written and everything to do with my distaste for the kind of person he is.

I'm looking forward to the next chapters! Hopefully they're able to come out this year! And then we probably won't see the rest until... like... 2030 or something... probably longer... oh the woes of being a part of the fandom while the game is still in the works...

I'm thinking about playing Undertale Yellow next! I've heard good things, and apparently Toby Himself supported it? I just need to make sure the download is safe :)

Anyway, that's all my thoughts for now! I'm sure I have/had more to say, but this is the stuff that came to mind most prominently. I don't think I missed nearly as many secrets this chapter as I did on the first one.

[quackquackcey]

Writers Wrap

(ty for the tag @demonicfaerie 💛 I am late to the game but hehehooha ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°))

Favorite Story you've worked on this year: i have no clue lol, Derek's Kumquat probably? Technically i worked on it dec 2023 & posted jan 2024 so idk if it counts as this year LOL, it was originally my fic idea for sterekreversechallenges' Sterek 1000 Cakes Challenge based on the word prompt 'kumquat' but the plotbunny was too fat for me to write in time 😂 I've reread it many times & like to laugh at the dumb kumquat puns & jokes everytime when I do 🤣 (also ofc the smut is peak 🤌)

Favorite character you've written this year: Stiles or Derek! Idk which though - Stiles is funner & easier to write for me in the sense that i tend to write him a bit rambly/there's more of a lighthearted tone to his inner monolgues/thoughts, but I actually relate to Derek a lot so depending on the fic, writing Derek's depression & struggles always feels cathartic to me, especially since I'm often in the midst of one of my fat depresso™️ waves when I write those fics LMAO 🤣

Favorite scene you've worked on this year: uhhhhh 👁👄👁 tbh i have the memory of a peanut - aka i dont remember shit unless i just finished writing it LMAO also i have fav scenes in most of my fics so imma just cop out on this 🤣

Favorite piece of inspiration you've used this year: uh do people count as inspiration LOL i shan't tag anyone, but renmackree my love always inspires me 💛 & posts from hotgirlstiles & kittykatstiles always get my sterek engine revving ahaha 🌝 i did try out songfics for the first time this year (which i heard are easier to write but honestly i find them challenging?? LMAO)

Favorite line or lines written this year: my peanut memory is failing me once more lmao 💀 but i will try, ummmm lemme pick lines/scenes from a fic i havent mentioned in my ao3 wrapped either - "You're my god"

*2 hrs later* i got sidetracked rereading it lmfao

He tore a scroll just as Theo opened a wooden box, and Stiles came face to face with an old friend. A thrill ran down his spine. "Ah," he said with a smile as runes flowed from the scroll to the earth. "It's you. It's been a long time since you possessed me." The nogitsune blanched, if that was possible. "You—! It can't be!" Stiles laughed, finally standing up from where he'd sat behind Derek as he pulled his bat out of a swirl of wind. "I end all things that begin, but have no end. What am I?" The nogitsune took a step back, then another. Stiles strolled forward. "I end all things that begin, but have no end," he repeated, tapping his bat against his shoulder. "What am I?" Theo took one look between Stiles' smile and the retreating nogitsune and tried to escape—Scott pinned him down to the ground with a conflicted grimace. "C'mon now," said Stiles as Derek came to stand beside him on the porch, slashing down the wall of earth one of the gods conjured with a flick of a claw. "I thought you loved riddles." He slashed his palm, ichor spreading over his bat, and the nogitsune froze. "I end all things that begin, but have no end," he spoke, winds blowing. "What am I?" The nogitsune tried to flee, the winds blocked their way. They turned back towards Stiles. "Death," they said, and Stiles slammed a hole out of their side with a booming crack of his bat.

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Heat radiated in thrumming, scorching waves as the blazing sphere of fire descended on him, and he waited for the last second, when all eyes would be on him, to open the crack once again; he waited for his skin to begin burning, smoking, to clench his fist with a resounding cra— Nothing but cold, cold air touched him. No breeze, no smoke, no fire. All he saw before him were clouds and for a moment, he thought that he'd been sealed away, until he noticed that the other gods still stood there, silent, staring at the clouds as well.  The thin clatter of an arrow dipped in liquid violet shot by Hoderi, God of the Sea, broke and fell to Derek's feet, an echoing pindrop amongst the speechless hush. It was only when Stiles' arms wrapped around him that he realized. The entire top half of the chamber had disappeared. Clouds stretched out before them past the razor sharp edges of the shortened walls, cut in a single slash so quick and clean that it cleaved through the walls in a soundless sweep like butter without anyone noticing until after the fact. And the cause of it floated behind him, arms looped around his neck—one hand lifted to cut an ichor-tinged line through the air, and Hoderi's head rolled to the floor. What remained of the chamber roared back to life. Attacks rained on them, but Derek just stared at the way Stiles' wet eyes blazed as the skies darkened and the clouds thundered with vengeful rage. Tears mixed with ichor left gold-tinged tracks on Stiles' cheeks, and maybe it was because Derek's vision darkened around the edges or because his body couldn't feel anything past the poison throbbing through his veins, but he brushed his lips against Stiles' face to kiss the tear tracks away, a barely there graze.

god sterek au my beloved

Written piece or accomplishment this year: all my fics are accomplishments to me ngl LOL the longer fics take more time & effort ofc but the shorter ones present a diff challenge 💛 is that a cop out answer lmao? the feral wind that lit him ablaze is the obvious one aside from Derek's Kumquat, but i'll also stick my 1st songfic golden hour here & "You're my god" bc the latter had a month deadline & I wrote that whole month & still had to cramwrite my ass off....LMAO 😭 totally my fault though for deciding to do god au worldbuilding for it frnjekfen

no specific tags, just an open tag from me if anyone wants to do it bc im late as shit & probs everyone has done this already LMAO