#General Knowledge News Updates

[kaeyacollection]

Hey so uh

Are we being normal about this?

"In those days, a crimson moon shone down upon the subterranean realm, and not the dark sun of latter days." (Perinheri book)

And like the wiki says Kaeya's passive was changed from "Heart of the Abyss" because it unintentionally conflated with the Abyss in game and not the metaphor of "walking on thin ice over an abyss."

But I mean

For an unintentional connection it sure does come up a lot

But even if we do disregard that and go based on the intended meaning (via the wiki)

"The Book of Songs·Xiaoya·Xiaomin": "It's like standing on the edge of a deep abyss, like walking on thin ice."

I mean on one hand, yes we already knew about Khaenri'ahs connection to the abyss long before the Abyss Order was founded and before Khaenri'ah got nerfed for crimes against Celestia (fuckin Gold had rift hounds like this isn't new)

BUT this is the first solid confirmation that the Abyss wasn't a side note some (lookin at you 5 sinners) dipped their toes into but a defining part of the dynasty if it was named after the damn thing, right?

From the book of The Little Witch and the Undying Fire:

You see, we also call a will that comes down from the heavens an "archon." They are normally planets that have sentient life on them, and they number seven, and therefore they are called the "seven archons." As for the virtuals, their number varies between one, two, and four. The planet the little witch was on may well have been one. And in the case of such a world, the "virtual" would be the "dark sun."

"The planet the little witch was on may well have been one." Has become such an important line in connecting the abyss as a guiding force, that was not just used by khaenri'ah, but influencing them even if the people didn't realize it

Walking on thin ice over the abyss, believing they could balance that danger, but the ice cracked and Celestia responded

King Irmin was indisposed, we saw the kind of madness that overcame Chlothar, who only got the second hand abyssal experience from Mr. Crystal himself (Vedrfolnir), Gold went Mold for a second if her chapter in The Little Witch has any accuracies to herself (also one of her companions becoming a pirate - I see you Kaeya's Grandpa)

For the Sinners to be seeking perfection when the Abyss Order talks about their guiding force being something of chaos

Idk it's just neat that one line can solidify and make sense of previous tales within the game that we didn't technically have the context for previously and I'm excited to see what the rare disease mentioned at the end is going to be

Also just as a bonus note

Celebration: Fruit of Wisdom

What knowledge might the fruit of wisdom bring, were it to descend upon the land? Either way, it'll taste good as a drink if left in Diona's hands.

I wasn't part of the event, but if they straight up saw fruits of wisdom and the first thought was to consume it then I just wonder if fruits of the abyss looked just as appetizing

[btsbs]

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[lieutenant-amuel]

I have such ambitious plans for the new year.

I want to write at least one more chapter of WBTL.

[sillimancer]

if I ever get a job or successfully manage to donate plasma again the first thing I'm buying is a bowl of pho tai with extra meat and the second thing I'm buying is Age of Mythology: Retold

[jadevine]

Preindustrial travel, and long explanations on why different distances are like that

Update March 1, 2024: Hey there folks, here's yet another update! I reposted Part 2a (the "medieval warhorses" tangent) to my writing blog, and I went down MORE of the horse-knowledge rabbit hole! https://www.tumblr.com/jadevine/741423906984951808/my-post-got-cut-off-so-i-added-the-rest-of-it Update Jan 30, 2024: Hey folks, I've posted the updated version of this post on my blog, so I don't have to keep frantically telling everyone "hey, that's the old version of this post!" https://thebalangay.wordpress.com/2024/01/29/preindustrial-travel-times-part-1/

I should get the posts about army travel times and camp followers reformatted and posted to my blog around the end of the week, so I'll filter through my extremely tangled thread for them.

Part 2 - Preindustrial ARMY travel times: https://www.tumblr.com/jadevine/739342239113871360/now-for-a-key-aspect-that-many-people-often-ask

Part 2a - How realistic warhorses look and act, because the myth of "all knights were mounted on huge clunky draft horses" just refuses to die: https://www.tumblr.com/jadevine/732043691180605440/helpful-things-for-action-writers-to-remember

Part 3 - Additional note about camp followers being regular workers AND sex-workers: https://www.tumblr.com/jadevine/740604203134828544/reblogging-the-time-looped-version-of-my

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I saw a post on my main blog about how hiking groups need to keep pace with their slowest member, but many hikers mistakenly think that the point of hiking is "get from Point A to Point B as fast as possible" instead of "spending time outdoors in nature with friends," and then they complain that a new/less-experienced/sick/disabled hiker is spoiling their time-frame by constantly needing breaks, or huffing and puffing to catch up.

I run into a related question of "how long does it take to travel from Point A to Point B on horseback?" a lot, as a fantasy writer who wants to be SEMI-realistic; in the Western world at least, our post-industrial minds have largely forgotten what it's like to travel, both on our own feet and in groups.

People ask the new writer, "well, who in your cast is traveling? Is getting to Point B an emergency or not? What time of year is it?", and the newbies often get confused as to why they need so much information for "travel times." Maybe new writers see lists of "preindustrial travel times" like a primitive version of Google Maps, where all you need to do is plug in Point A and Point B.

But see, Google Maps DOES account for traveling delays, like different routes, constructions, accidents, and weather; you as the person will also need to figure in whether you're driving a car versus taking a bus/train, and so you'll need to figure out parking time or waiting time for the bus/train to actually GET THERE.

The difference between us and preindustrial travelers is that 1) we can outsource the calculations now, 2) we often travel for FUN instead of necessity.

The general rule of thumb for preindustrial times is that a healthy and prime-aged adult on foot, or a rider/horse pair of fit and prime-aged adults, can usually make 20-30 miles per day, in fair weather and on good terrain.

Why is this so specific? Because not everyone in preindustrial times was fit, not everyone was healthy, not everyone was between the ages of 20-35ish, and not everyone had nice clear skies and good terrain to travel on.

If you are too far below 18 years old or too far past 40, at best you will need either a slower pace or more frequent breaks to cover the same distance, and at worst you'll cut the travel distance in half to 10 or so miles. Too much walking is VERY BAD on too-young/old knees, and teenagers or very short adults may just have short legs even if they're fine with 8-10 hours of actual walking. Young children may get sick of walking and pitch a fit because THEY'RE TIREDDDDDDDDDD, and then you might need to stay put while they cry it out, or an adult may sigh and haul them over their shoulder (and therefore be weighed down by about 50lbs of Angry Child).

Heavy forests, wetlands and rocky hills/mountains are also going to be a much shorter "distance" per day. For forests or wetlands, you have to account for a lot of villagers going "who's gonna cut down acres of trees for one road? NOT ME," or "who's gonna drain acres of swamp for one road? NOT ME." Mountainous regions have their traveling time eaten by going UP, or finding a safer path that goes AROUND, so by the time you're done slogging through drier patches of wetlands or squeezing through trees, a deceptively short 10-15 miles in rough terrain might take you a whole day to walk instead of the usual half-day.

If you are traveling in freezing winters or during a rainstorm (and this inherently means you HAVE NO CHOICE, because nobody in preindustrial times would travel in bad weather if they could help it), you run the high risk of losing your way and then dying of exposure or slipping and breaking your neck, just a few miles out of the town/village.

Traveling in TOO-HOT weather is just as bad, because pushing yourself too hard and getting dehydrated at noon in the tropics will literally kill you. It's called heat-STROKE, not "heat-PARTY."

And now for the upper range of "traveling on horseback!"

Fully mounted groups can usually make 30-40 miles per day between Point A and Point B, but I find there are two unspoken requirements: "Point B must have enough food for all those people and horses," and "the mounted party DOESN'T need to keep pace with foot soldiers, camp followers, or supply wagons."

This means your mounted party would be traveling to 1) a rendezvous point like an ally's camp or a noble's castle, or 2) a town/city with plenty of inns. Maybe they're not literally going 30-40 miles in one trip, but they're scouting the area for 15-20 miles and then returning to their main group. Perhaps they'd be going to an allied village, but even a relatively small group of 10-20 warhorses will need 10-20 pounds of grain EACH and 20-30 pounds of hay EACH. 100-400 pounds of grain and 200-600 pounds of hay for the horses alone means that you need to stash supplies at the village beforehand, or the village needs to be a very large/prosperous one to have a guaranteed large surplus of food.

A dead sprint of 50-60 miles per day is possible for a preindustrial mounted pair, IF YOU REALLY, REALLY HAVE TO. Moreover, that is for ONE day. Many articles agree that 40 miles per day is already a hard ride, so 50-60 miles is REALLY pushing the envelope on horse and rider limits.

NOTE: While modern-day endurance rides routinely go for 50-100 miles in one day, remember that a preindustrial rider will not have the medical/logistical support that a modern endurance rider and their horse does.

If you say "they went fifty miles in a day" in most preindustrial times, the horse and rider's bodies will get wrecked. Either the person, their horse, or both, risk dying of exhaustion or getting disabled from the strain.

Whether you and your horse are fit enough to handle it and "only" have several days of defenselessness from severe pain/fatigue (and thus rely on family/friends to help you out), or you die as a heroic sacrifice, or you aren't QUITE fit enough and become disabled, or you get flat-out saved by magic or another rider who volunteers to go the other half, going past 40 miles in a day is a "Gondor Calls For Aid" level of emergency.

As a writer, I feel this kind of feat should be placed VERY carefully in a story: Either at the beginning to kick the plot off, at the climax to turn the tide, or at the end.

Preindustrial people were people--some treated their horses as tools/vehicles, and didn't care if they were killed or disabled by pushing them to their limits, but others very much cared for their horses. They needed to keep them in working condition for about 15-20 years, and they would not dream of doing this without a VERY good reason.

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UPDATE January 13: Several people have gotten curious and looked at maps, to find out how a lot of cities are indeed spread out at a nice distance of 20-30 miles apart! I love getting people interested in my hyperfixations, lol.

But remember that this is the space between CITIES AND TOWNS. There should never be a 20-mile stretch of empty wilderness between City A and Town B, unless your world explains why folks are able to build a city in the middle of nowhere, or if something has specifically gone wrong to wipe out its supporting villages!

Period pieces often portray a shining city rising from a sea of picturesque empty land, without a single grain field or cow pasture in sight, but that city would starve to death very quickly in preindustrial times.

Why? Because as Bret Devereaux mentions in his “Lonely Cities” article (https://acoup.blog/2019/07/12/collections-the-lonely-city-part-i-the-ideal-city/), preindustrial cities and towns must have nearby villages (and even smaller towns, if large and prosperous enough!) to grow their food for them.

The settlements around a city will usually be scattered a few miles apart from each other, usually clustered along the roads to the city gates. Those villages and towns at the halfway point between cities (say 10-15 miles) are going to be essential stops for older/sick folks, merchants with cargo, and large groups like noble’s retinues and army forces.

Preindustrial armies and large noble retinues usually can’t make it far past 10-12 miles per day, as denoted in my addition to this post. (https://www.tumblr.com/jadevine/739342239113871360/now-for-a-key-aspect-that-many-people-often-ask )

[shadowfoxsilver]

Some quick tips to spotting accounts that are pretending to be a Palestinian needing mutual aid. Please keep in mind that not all of them are scam accounts, and that some may legitimate blogs who just aren’t too knowledgeable on how tumblr works. This guide is based around what I go by when checking certain blogs and usually it’s a quick giveaway the blog is a scam.

Please read this post too from my other blog before you tell people don’t donate to gfms:

1. You was sent the ask as someone who regularly shares Palestine related content such as regular news updates of posts by other Palestinians who are regularly giving updates. You may also get these asks from sharing a popular post that is from the Palestine tag. If you post often about Palestine, you will always start getting these asks. These askers don’t care if you state don’t send the asks. They will anyway. Unfortunately minors also get sent asks.

2. The ask has odd formatting such as having odd quotation marks in it or unusual formatting that may indicate it’s been edited and copied from somewhere else. Often the ask is the same thing as the post itself minus a link to a donation site. These asks rarely change so searching it should pull up if it’s been sent to other bloggers and sometimes the asks are edited only to add new phrases to them in time.

3. The account is almost always a few days old or a week old or long depending on how often they have sent asks. Usually some may even be an hour old and reusing a familiar pfp/ask.

4. The blog has a few Palestine related posts or posts from random tags reblogged to pad out length and then no more. They will have no original posts besides the pinned post while occasionally answering asks that they may have received but otherwise nothing else and no further updates given either.

5. They may have a Linktree link that is called “GoFundMe” as if indicating they have a GoFundMe there. However, they don’t. When clicked on, the Linktree actually goes to a PayPal account whose name may not even match the one their supposed name is. They’ll say it’s a friend, but it’s just the same person not someone else. You’ll see this same name across multiple accounts after a while usually giving away it’s not legitimate even under a different theme.

6. The text used by the blogs are often real stories stolen from legitimate fundraisers and searching parts of it in your preferred search engine should pull up the sources. These sources make no mention of a tumblr account either or don’t have the PayPal account associated with them in the info. Scammers often impersonate a real person in need and will ignore you if you show them the source they copied from.

7. Legitimate Palestinians often link to their own GoFundMe posts that their friends have set up or post links to other social platforms they are found on. They will regularly post updates when possible, post sources to support them when necessary, and also generally have some method of verifying their legitimacy. They may often share links to support others as well or give links to charities that have been shown as reliable. They will have more original posts than just a single pinned one and regularly speak to other tumblr accounts beyond just an ask. Please don’t bother them with asks about possible scam accounts. There are many guides out there that can do that for you if you search. You may find verified fundraisers too.

8. Scammers don’t know anything about Palestine and will often have trouble once you ask them anything beyond the mutual aid post. They don’t know the languages decently and you can tell it pretty easily if you’re one who uses it regularly. Whatever the scammers use is often just copied off the site they got the post from. Sometimes the text is just reused from past scams such as asking for insulin that doesn’t last long.

9. These scammers can and will use names stolen off real Palestinians to look more legitimate and trustworthy. They change names constantly once one of their PayPal accounts is shut down.

10. If you do see a GoFundMe link on a blog, don’t immediately assume it’s a scam just because it’s a relatively new account. Check the post notes to see if anyone’s verified the account yet or wait a bit as it takes time. You likely can search around to see if anyone’s posted anything where the blog has been vetted by others. You may also see if the GoFundMe is referred to on other socials or on lists that compile verified and vetted fundraisers.

Please don’t let these scams deter you from sending support where it needs to go. Even if you can’t donate personally, there are other ways to help. If you are sending money, please make sure that it’s going to where it’s needed and the place it’s sent has been verified accordingly. If you find a blog is a scammer, and have been able to prove it, please make sure to alert anyone sharing the post and report the account.

[miyamiwu]

A Guide to Chinese Names & Nicknames for your Fandom Needs (Part 1)

I made this guide with my different CMedia fandoms in mind, but it should apply to any other Chinese media.

Something that has been irking me a lot since To Be Hero X penetrated the mainstream English fandom spaces is how many people keep referring to the characters by just their surnames 😭. It sounds weird and demonstrates a lack of knowledge on Chinese culture in general. I don’t blame these people, though. A lot of the TBHX fans are new to donghua, and we’re also past the era of fansubs with detailed translation notes.

However, it’s no excuse to stay ignorant. To help you avoid making the same mistake again, here’s a Chinese names guide for your fanfic and meta needs.

Disclaimer: I am not Chinese, but I have been studying the language for years and also engage in a lot of CMedia. So, I do know some stuff. Regardless, if you find any errors in this post, feel free to tell me so I can correct it.

Note: Fandom-specific examples are written in small text like this.

Post last updated: May 29, 2025

Essentials

1. Chinese name order is Surname first, followed by Given Name.

Chinese surnames are usually only one syllable, making it easy to figure out which character in the full name is the surname. Just look at the first one.

However, there are a few two-syllable surnames, like Sima, Ouyang, Zhuge, etc. You may refer to this list for other two-syllable surnames.

In Link Click, Liu Siwen’s partner is named Ouyang, and in some subs it’s written as Ou Yang. However, Ouyang is actually just her surname, since her father is named Ouyang Bubai. We don’t know daughter!Ouyang’s given name. I also don’t understand why Liu Siwen would call her by just surname...

2. Calling someone by both their surname and given name is the neutral, normal way to call anyone.

To those calling Lu Guang and Cheng Xiaoshi as just Lu and Cheng, and Lin Ling and Yang Cheng as just Lin and Yang… Please don’t. Who tf are those 😭

2.2. But in some stories, characters may not have surnames.

In the danmei (Chinese BL) novel Bestial Blade, the setting is a prehistoric-ish tribal society where nobody has surnames. Although some characters may have two-character names, the first character is actually part of the given name and not a surname. In the case of characters with only one-chara given names, affixes/honorifics are added when addressing them. This will be explained later.

2.3. Nobody calls anyone by only one syllable, unless there’s a special reason behind it.

Example 1: In To Be Hero X episode 8, every child in the orphanage has no surname and go by only a one-character given name. But nobody really calls Qing/Cyan as just “Qing.” It’s not always in the English subtitles, but children and adults alike actually call Qing as Xiao Qing (Little Qing). The “xiao” is a term of endearment, and it’s explained later on in this post. At one point, the orphanage director also calls her by the nickname “Qing Qing.”

The one time Xiao Qing was called with only “Qing” in this episode was at the end, when the orphanage director got mad at her. Not using xiao or her nickname at that moment was really chilling.

Example 2: In the danmei novel Your Distance, there were instances where the male lead Bai Changyi addressed the protagonist Ting Shuang by just “Ting.” This sounds weird, but it’s fine ’cause it was on purpose. In the context of the story (two Chinese men living in Germany) and the relationship between the characters at that time (not that close), it sounded as if Bai Changyi was trying to keep his distance from Ting Shuang by refusing to associate with him like how one would with a fellow Chinese.

3. A close family member calling you by full name and without any honorific can be odd.

Like, imagine your mom calling you by full name. Once or twice, it sounds like you’re in trouble (re: Lucky Cyan example in 2.3). But all the time? Your mom hates you.

Nicknames or given name+honorific is more normal.

This doesn’t apply to Cheng Xiaoshi and Qiao Ling from Link Click, even though they canonically consider each other as siblings. Idk, maybe because they have different surnames and aren’t really blood-related? Anyways, how they address each other is fine. And considering how they get along with each other, I also think they’d find those affectionate nicknames cringe 😂

4. If the given name is more than one syllable, then it’s fine to address that person by only given name and without any affixes and honorifics. This is an indication of closeness/familiarity.

e.g. In Link Click: Xia Fei calling Cheng Xiaoshi as only “Xiaoshi.”

However, there are instances where an older person may call a younger person by given name even if they aren’t that close. Like, a preschool teacher addressing their student by only given name is acceptable.

In family, an elder addressing someone from the younger generation with only given name is also normal, regardless of how close they are. But the opposite is not true. It is generally considered rude for someone younger to call an older relative by only given name.

Chinese Nicknames via Name Variation

5. It can be formed by repeating a syllable in the person’s name.

This, for me, is the most affectionate way to address someone. It sounds very cute.

Lin Ling (林凌) from To Be Hero X can be called Ling Ling (凌凌), and that’s why the Chinese fandom abbreviates his name as 00. In Chinese, zero is 零, which is also pronounced as líng.

5.2. However, be careful in choosing which syllable to repeat because you might end up with a nickname that doesn’t sound nice.

In Link Click S1E1, Cheng Xiaoshi laughed when Qiao Ling called Lu Guang “Guang Guang.” This is because Guang Guang sounds a lot like wang wang, the Chinese onomatopoeia for a dog’s bark. (Some subs translated “Guang Guang” as “good boy” to get the joke across.)

In a similar vein, please don’t nickname Wang Qing as Wang Wang 😭. Qing Qing 青青 is much prettier; it sounds like the qingqing 轻轻 that means “softly” or “gently.”

5.3 Also consider how you’re portraying a character in your fic.

Would Vein from Link Click, whose Chinese name is Xiāo Wèiyǐng 萧未影, be comfortable being called Yǐng Yǐng 影影? The tones are different, but if you say it fast enough the sound isn’t that far from the yīngyīng 嘤嘤 which is a cutesy way of crying in text online (similar to “huhuhu” in English).

Xiāo Xiāo 萧萧 also sounds close to xiǎo xiǎo 小小, which means tiny.

Xiao Xiao and Ying Ying don’t really sound “manly,” but they’re not exactly bad nicknames either (I think). Just consider the context of your story before going with any of them. If unsure, consult a dictionary or a native Chinese speaker.

6. Adding the prefix ā 阿 for monosyllabic names.

This is more common in Southern China.

In To Be Hero X, Ahu’s name is actually the prefix ā 阿 + the character hǔ 虎, which means “tiger.”

In Mo Dao Zu Shi, Wei Ying is called A’Ying. In Bestial Blade, every female supporting character in the Black Eagle tribe is named with the prefix ā 阿 + a one-character given name.

You can only append ā 阿 to one character. So, no “A’Wei Ying.” Just A’Ying.

7. Adding the suffix 儿 (-r or -er).

This is more common in Northern China.

Like ā 阿, -er is only added to one syllable

It is often added to the last syllable of the given name

The subtitles don’t show it, but Nezha, from the Demon Child movie, is called Zha’er by his parents.

8. Adding the word 小 xiǎo (little) before the name.

You add this before the name of those younger than you or subordinate to you.

In Link Click S2, Liu Lan actually calls Li Tianxi “Xiao Xi.” But in some subtitles, they put in “Xixi,” probably for English localization.

When done among relatives and family friends, it is a neutral, informal way of calling someone. Cute, but also doesn’t express any special-ness since it’s no surprise for an aunt to call her niece as Xiao + Given Name. Still much more affectionate than just calling them by given name, though.

However, when done in a work setting…

a boss calling one employee with Xiao + Surname expresses some degree of favorability, especially if they still call the other employees by full name.

An older employee calling their younger boss with Xiao would sound like they’re not taking them seriously because of their age.

An old, mature boss calling their reckless new and young recruit with Xiao could indicate they think their employee is childish.

So yeah, it all depends on context as well as the speaker’s tone when they say it.

Xiao + Given Name is often used for children.

e.g. Empress Wu from White Cat Legend calls Li Bing “Xiao Bing-za.” Ignore the “za” for now, but the fact that an Empress is calling her subject with Xiao + Given Name is enough to show how much she favors Li Bing. Or maybe she just thinks he’s like a little kid, since she is waaay older than him. (Don’t be fooled by her young facade; she’s an old lady.) Regardless, “Xiao Bing-za” sounds very informal.

Xiao + Repeated Syllable (re: #5) sounds really cute. A bit childish, perhaps, but it really depends on context and tone.

Not a fandom example, but I used to call my cat Xiao Maomao (little cat cat)

9. Adding the word 老 lǎo (old) before the surname.

This is like the opposite of xiao, and it comes across as more rough/casual. Compared to xiao, it has more of a “bro” vibe.

Lao is often used for those older than you, while xiao for those younger.

But between those of the same age, you can use either depending on the kind of tone you want to achieve (re: #8 for notes on xiao)

If you use lao for someone younger, it could come off as ingratiating or extremely respectful.

Link Click: I can imagine Cheng Xiaoshi addressing Lu Guang as “Lao Lu” when begging him for a difficult favor 😂

That’s all for now! For a more comprehensive guide on Chinese nicknames, check out these resources:

How to Address Chinese People Correctly – Appellations in Chinese

30+ Chinese Nicknames: A Guide to Popular Choices and Cultural Significance

In part 2 of this post, I will talk about Chinese honorifics.

[sunseed-fandump]

The Tarot from the new trailer has me FLIPPING OUT (Sorry for the shitty screenshot) I was already making an analysis on the previous cards we got, but THIS has really got me doing backflips in my head because of the implications.

Let me explain.

First off, have you noticed that one of these cards is not like the others?

The first card, Strawberry Cookie, is in reverse. She is on the major arcana card XII - The Hanged Man. When the Hanged Man is in Reverse, it represents Delays, resistance, stalling, indecision, stagnation.

"The upright Hanged Man encourages you to pause for a moment and see things from a different perspective. Reversed, this card can show that you know you need to hit the pause button, but you are resisting it. Instead, you fill your days with tasks and projects, keeping busy and distracting yourself from the actual issue that needs your attention. Your spirit and body are asking you to slow down, but your mind keeps racing. Stop and rest before it’s too late. The Universe will only dial up the volume if you ignore it, and as a result, you may end up crashing. So, as soon as you hear the call, clear your schedule and make the space so you can tune in and listen."

Next we move on to Gingerbrave's card: 0 - The Fool.

In the Upright Position, the Fool represents new beginnings, innocence, spontaneity, a free spirit, and adventure.

"To see the The Fool generally means a beginning of a new journey, one where you will be filled with optimism and freedom from the usual constraints in life. When we meet him, he approaches each day as an adventure, in an almost childish way. He believes that anything can happen in life and there are many opportunities that are lying out there, in the world, waiting to be explored and developed. He leads a simple life, having no worries, and does not seem troubled by the fact that he cannot tell what he will encounter ahead."

Finally we have Wizard Cookie's card: I - The Magician.

In the Upright position, the Magician symbolizes logic, desire, resourcefulness, willpower, intelligence, skill, and manifestation.

"When you get the Magician in your reading, it might mean that it's time to tap into your full potential without hesitation. As a master manifestor, The Magician brings you the tools, resources and energy you need to make your dreams come true. Now is the perfect time to move forward on an idea that you recently conceived. The seed of potential has sprouted, and you are being called to take action and bring your intention to fruition. The skills, knowledge and capabilities you have gathered along your life path have led you to where you are now, and whether or not you know it, you are ready to turn your ideas into reality."

So what do these 3 cards mean together? Well, we have someone who is stagnating, who is stuck and unable to move forward. But they go through a rebirth - an epiphany - and start on the path of a new journey. And on that new path they unlock their full potential.

This is Pure Vanilla Cookie's story in the next update in a nutshell!

Sorry for the sorta long post, i just wanted to geek out about this since I love love love it when Tarot is used as a narrative device :)

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

New Orleans Charm

🧛🏽Pairing(s)🧛🏽🠞 Elijah Mikaelson x male reader, Klaus Mikaelson x male reader, Kol Mikaelson x male reader. ⚠️CW⚠️🠞 gay, gay-sex, top Elijah Mikaelson, top Klaus Mikaelson, top Kol Mikaelson, bottom male reader, foursome, cum eating, cum play, anal sex, anal fingering, breeding, handjob (reader receiving + Elijah and Kol), nipple sucking, the brothers don’t engage in sexual activity with each other, biting, finger sucking, multiple orgasms, ass slapping, facial cum, dick slapping, blood drinking, all of them have big cocks, blowjobs, spitroasting, and handjobs. 🔞Rating🔞🠞 explicit 🧛🏽Requested🧛🏽🠞 yes

🖊️Word Count🖊️🠞 5.5k 

🧛🏽Summary🧛🏽🠞 You recently moved to New Orleans after your friend, Davina Claire, convinced you. She then introduced you to the Mikaelson family. The Mikaelson brothers didn’t know what made you appealing, but they gravitated towards you.

Read before continuing: IF YOU ARE YOUNGER THAN 18 OR ANY OF THE WARNINGS MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE, DO NOT CONTINUE READING!

Note: this fic does not follow the Vampire Diaries/The Originals timeline! Davina and Kol are not together! Still need to watch the show. Plus, some of the characters may be mischaracterized. 

You were ecstatic in your plane seat, finally returning to New Orleans after so many years in exile. You were a witch, a rogue witch, but you were able to befriend a woman named Davina Claire. She emphasized your outcast status after you explained the reason the various witch covens in New Orleans were hunting you down. 

You had forbidden knowledge, which made the other covens see you as a threat, and some vampires believed the same. Being hunted down helped you form a bond with Davina, who aided in your escape and was able to smuggle you. She hid your scent with some magic before sending you away. 

Davina kept in contact with you, giving updates on the situation, general talk, gossiping, talking about boys, spells, etc. After years, Davina gave you the green light to return after some of the other covens were hunted down or ceased to exist. You didn’t hesitate to pack your things and book the next flight to New Orleans.

The New Orleans skyline came into view, you were finally home. 

xxx

Davina gave you a heartfelt welcome as she jumped all over you, clearly excited to see you for the first time in a long time. “Still dramatic, haven’t changed that part,” you laughed as the woman hugged you, squeezing you tightly before releasing. She was breathing heavily from pouring so much energy into you.

You both walked through the airport terminal, luggage wheeling behind you, with the sound of the announcements coming from the intercoms. Davina talked about everything that had happened since you were gone. You listen intently to her rambling, enjoying some gossip she was sharing about different situations with other supernatural creatures and witch covens. 

“Never thought I’d see the day… almost forgot what you looked like.” Davina dramatically said as she pretended to cry, even wiping away fake tears. 

“Dev… we literally video chatted last night, which was twelve hours ago...” you replied with a smile as you looked down at her. 

“Those twelve hours felt like twelve years! I’m just excited to see you after so long.” Davina said before pausing. There was silence as the witch was in deep thought, trying to process something in her mind. She was unsure about your reaction, but it was best to get it over with. 

Davina takes a deep breath. “While you were gone… I may have made ties with the Mikaelsons…” she said with a worried smile etched on her face. Her fingers danced with each other as she awaited your reaction. 

You felt your body freeze, mouth hanging open as you turned to Davina. “ THE MIKAELSONS?? WHAT!” You yelled before shutting your mouth, the nearby bystanders looking and whispering. You grab Davina’s hand and pull her to a secluded area. “What do you mean you made ties with THE Mikaelsons? Do you have any idea what they do to us?!”

“I know what they do… but they, somewhat, changed my view of them! They’re not that bad! Expect Klaus… It's in your best interest to avoid him.” Davina said as she reassured you to trust her words. “Or remain calm around him if avoiding fails,” she added. 

You couldn’t know if this would end badly or if something else might happen. 

Xxx

You stared at the mansion, intimidated by its size and the knowledge that its most powerful family resided within its walls. You considered yourself a powerful witch; you could handle yourself after learning many practices and forbidden knowledge. 

“Come on, y/n! The sooner you get this done, the better.” Davina said as she opened the door to the compound, the creaking sound echoed as she walked in. You took one last gulp, walking into the building. The interior was lavish with vintage furniture, dark woods, art, and a chandelier. A grand fireplace sat in the middle with bookshelves lining the walls next to it. 

Davina gestures towards the armchair. “Calm yourself. They’re vampires, they can detect fear. You’re most definitely oozing fear everywhere!” Davina whispers, yells. You followed her advice and relaxed, casting a spell to clear the air of fear pheromones. Yet, you were still jittery, but you didn’t have to wait long. 

You could feel the presence of three vampires approaching the living room. Elijah was the first. He had a stoic expression, immaculately dressed, with his eyes sharp as knives, lingering on your body longer than expected. 

“You must be Y/N? Davina’s friend and our guest. We take good care of our guests. I’m Elijah.” Elijah spoke with a posh accent, sounding American and British. He walked towards you with his hand out, and you returned the gesture and shook his hand. His hand was larger and felt rougher than yours, and was he gripping your hand harder? 

You weren’t sure, but felt something when you looked at the vampire. He was hot, definitely your type of man, physically wise. You could only imagine how the other brothers looked. 

Next came Kol, with a lazy grin and something else, a sparkle, in his eyes as his gaze locked on you. “What do we have here? A friend of Davina is a friend of mine!” he said, pushing Elijah away and getting into your personal space. The other vampire looked with annoyance and irritation, but masked it. “You’re a witch, too? That’s bloody hot, especially for someone like you.”

Klaus was the last to enter, and his presence overwhelmed you. It felt numbing as your body was frozen. You stared at the man, and his dark blue eyes stared back. His expression was unreadable before he smirked. “New blood? A powerful one at that… I’m assuming you trusted Davina enough to bring you here?” Klaus said as he didn’t break eye contact with you. 

“I can feel your power, love. I like that. I like that very much. I think we’ll be very good friends…” Klaus said with something lustful in his tone. He walked towards you and stood between Elijah and Kol, the three brothers looking down at you with their gazes. You are powerful, but you couldn’t help but be cowardly from the stares. 

“Guys, don’t be like that. Anyways, introductions are done!” Davina said as she stood up from the couch and walked to you. “My dear friend is permanently staying in New Orleans, but he doesn’t have a place to stay! So, I was wondering if he can stay here temporarily?” 

Without hesitation or bickering between the brothers, they agreed unanimously. 

“Looking at him trembling… so delicious, alluring. I could kill him after he proves his worth, but I won’t. I’ll keep him close and away from Elijah and Kol… I don’t need their interference.”

“He’s powerful yet cowardly… It's so compelling. He shouldn’t fear, I would protect him! Refine him, guide him! Shape him in my image!”

“He’s so adorable! All that power, and he trembles and flinches like a deer in headlights! My God! I need him… need to know everything! Would you whimper and cry for me? I need to find out… and do it all over again!”

xxx

Your stay with the Mikaelson family was interesting, mainly with the brothers. Rebekah was chill and was aware of her brother’s feelings towards you. She would tease them, but warn you about them, especially Klaus. Sometimes she’d tell you they’re not worthy of someone like you. You thanked her for the advice. 

It was advice you never followed as you found yourself entangled with them. Their strong, woven webs trapped you from escaping. Yet, for some reason, you were fine with that. You were even flattered by their tactics. 

…

Each brother had their way of winning your affection. Klaus took your time, doesn’t matter what you’re doing, he’s gonna take you and has artistic devotion to you. He sometimes asked you to accompany him to his painting room, showing you sketches and paintings. The more time you spent with Klaus, the more he grew attached to you: a dangerous attachment.

Elijah is more composed and gentlemanly, asking if you’re free and spending time with you at shops or the library, discussing magic and the supernatural, and giving you gifts! He gives you various jewelry, notably a warding charm. It was all part of his plan to bind you to him, tightening his grasp on your being. 

Kol, in contrast to Klaus and Elijah, was more chaotic and focused on indulgence. He would take you out to clubs or exclusive bars filled with the finest dining and alcohol, exploring haunted and cursed ruins– anything he found exciting and fun. He’s also very touchy, resting his hand on your back or shoulders. He wants you to be addicted to him and the thrill…he genuinely wants to be close to you. 

Each brother was vying for your attention and affection, competing with each other as they aren’t keen on sharing you with the others. Sometimes, one would sabotage the other or get snatched, throwing daggers or passively bad-mouthing. 

That changed after they caught wind of some guy flirting with you at a bar. They were stalking you without you noticing until they watched the guy shamelessly flirt, touch your hand, and lean in closer. He was unaware of the dangerous company that followed you. 

The beer bottle in Kol’s hand shattered from the pressure he applied to it, Elijah’s jaw twitched and clenched as he exhaled deeply, and Klaus just smiled and laughed, not from entertainment but from the audacity. This drew some attention from the nearby patrons, but the brothers didn’t care as they walked towards you. 

They could see that the man was making you uncomfortable. You tried to pull away, but he gripped your shoulders tightly. “He’s not yours to touch,” Klaus growled as he grasped the man’s shoulder, his fingers digging into the man’s flesh, about to tear it off. His eyes became sharp and intense as he stared, gleaming with possessive rage. 

“P-possessive aren’t we?” the man nervously laughed as he tried to play off the situation, trying to seem tough. 

Kol appears beside you, leaning down and whispering into your ear. “Come on, darling. Elijah and Klaus can handle him. His hand moves down to graze your waist, guiding you away from the scene and back to the compound. 

The man’s fate was in Klaus’s and Elijah’s hands. 

xxx

After that incident, when Klaus and Elijah dragged the man to a back alley and proceeded to tear him apart, the brothers decided to share you. Klaus was staunchly opposed to the suggestion; he wanted you all to himself and remained firm. That changed after some careful but strategic convincing from Kol and Elijah. Now, they’re going to form a pact with you. 

An official way to claim you as the lover (property) of the Mikaelson brothers. 

“You’re powerful, but timid, love. You couldn’t even protect yourself from a lowlife. However, we can protect you. We’ve already dealt with him… with our protection, you wouldn’t have to worry your pretty head about anything.”  Klaus softly says, but there is an undertone of possession and obsession. His brow pinched together with a pout. He stands before you, cupping your cheek with his cold hands. 

“He’s right, sweetheart. If you agree to be ours, you’ll reap all the benefits of our security… our affection.” Elijah says, sitting on the other side.  He pulls your head towards him, your eyes staring into his soft brown ones. 

Kol jumped onto the bed with a loud thump, crawling towards you with his weight sinking into the soft mattress. “We never share… but we can for you. It's everyone's dream to be shared among three guys!” he said, wrapping his arms around your waist and his legs resting beside yours. You could feel his body pressing against your back.

You were hesitant about the decision, but ultimately agreed to the proposition. Over the past few months, the brothers grew on you. You found yourself growing attached to them, loving the affection and slight possessiveness. Plus, they were right to some extent: you are powerful, but can’t wield it to its full potential. Either way, you loved how they stood up for you (it turned you on).

The brothers grin wickedly, their eyes brightening with lust, and their fangs descend. All of them striking at once. 

…

Klaus and Elijah pressed against you; Klaus’s fangs sank into one side of the shoulder– deep and dominant as he eagerly sucked your blood and marked you. He groans from the flavour, his hands moved down to spread your legs. 

Elijah bit on the opposite side of Klaus; his was more controlled but intense and soft. Kol licked the area he desired, tongue gliding against your skin before sinking his fangs in. His greed sickens as he moans from the intimacy, his fingers pulling the hems of your shirt. 

Pain coursed through your body as the three men took their share of blood and marks. It was sharp, hot, then a wave of euphoria drowned the pain. Dopamine surged through your brain from the overwhelming pleasure, your body trembling as you can feel their hands groping your body and fingers digging into your flesh. Your cock jumped to life, tenting in your pants. 

The teeth pressing into your skin pulled away, replaced with three tongues cleaning the wounds and licking any remaining blood. “I’ve waited so long for that… WE’VE waited so long. You’ll never leave.” Klaus groans as he manhandles you, pushing you onto the bed and tearing off your clothing. 

You shiver and whine from the cold air touching your skin, gripping the bed sheets as you feel the gazes of three pairs of eyes. “R-really?” 

“Really,” Elijah replied as he tore off your pants, releasing your erect cock. Your length popped out and twitched from the cold contact of Elijah’s hand. You gasp softly from the touch, thrusting your hips slowly into the man’s hand. 

“Such a good boy for us.” Kol purrs as he murmurs soft praises, latching his mouth around one of your nipples. He sucks on it and flicks the sensitive nub with his tongue causing more moans to escape your mouth. 

“Sensitive, love?” Klaus asks as he forcibly spreads your thighs with the help of Elijah. “Suck.” he continued, his fingers presented before you. You took the two digits into your mouth, lathering them with saliva. Your tongue swirled around them and suddenly Klaus started ramming them, fucking your mouth. You gagged as the digits hit the back of your throat. 

The three brothers heightened their actions; Elijah stroking you faster, coating your cock with the precum oozing from the tip, Kol used his free hand to tweak your other nipple, pinching and pulling on it, and Klaus throatfuck you with his fingers.

“That’s a good boy.” Klaus praises as he removes his fingers from your mouth, trailing them down to your puckering hole. He swirls his pointy finger tips around the tight muscle, your cock oozing more precum from the feeling. Your mind was getting cloudy from the stimulation, it was further muddled when Klaus rammed his fingers into your tight heat. 

Your vision went blurry; your ass clenching around the invading fingers, body trembling, and back arching. Your moans echoed through the mansion as your cock spurted its load. Elijah’s hands and your pubic region were coated with the thick, white substance. It felt like the air was punched out of your lungs, thighs shivering from the intense orgasm. 

“You did amazing, darling.” Elijah praised as he pulled his hand away, cleaning your sticky cum from it. He groans at the taste, licking his lips while his eyes stare into yours. “You taste divine. Salty yet sweet.” 

Kol pulls away from your chest with a loud pop. He admired his work, your nipple puffy and red from being sucked on. He joined Elijah, playing with your cum and smearing it before tasting the substance himself. “You do taste divine! Maybe I should add this to my morning cup of coffee.” Kol grins as he plays with your cum.

You were too caught up with Elijah and Kol that you forgot about Klaus. 

“Don’t forget about me, love,” Klaus said with a hint of jealousy, slapping your thigh roughly and ramming his fingers into your prostate. Your body was overstimulated from the orgasm, but Klaus’s advances caused your cock to become erect again. Your thighs snapped and clenched around the hybrid’s arm. 

Once Klaus deemed you prepared, he pulled his fingers and spread your thighs again. He watched your little hole clenching around nothing, begging for something bigger. “Our love is ready,” he grins, getting off the bed and stripping naked; Elijah and Kol follow suit. 

You drank in the sight of the three men stripping, your eyes gazing over their naked bodies. Klaus has a lean but athletic body, broad shoulders, and defined abs. Unlike Klaus, Elijah has a lanky, but muscular build, dust of chest hair nuzzled between his pectorals. Meanwhile, Kol has a slim and athletic body with a boyish vibe.

Your gaze was locked in once the men started hastily pulling down their pants and underwear. You pull yourself from the bed and stand up right, grinding your spent cock in your hands. The last of the garments came off, and your eyes widened and brightened from the delicious sight. 

Three extremely attractive men standing before you naked with their cocks, large and thick, hanging from how heavy they were. 

Your body went into autopilot mode, getting off the bed and crawling towards them. The only thing on your mind was cock and pleasing the brothers. However, you were stopped midway by Klaus. “No, no, love. Not here,” he said, guiding you to the bed. He and Kol sat beside each other, stroking their cocks while Elijah grabbed a pillow. 

“Here, so your knees won’t hurt, darling.” Elijah softly says, placing the pillow on the ground before taking his place beside Klaus. 

With your knees on the pillow, you indulged with cocks. You hesitantly grab Klaus’s cock with both hands, stroking it slowly. It was large and felt heavy– your fingers barely touched each other around the base. Klaus let out a feral growl, his breath hitching as he felt your soft hands stroking his impressive cock.

You changed your stroking technique, circularly twisting your wrists. You move from the tip to the base, Klaus’s heavy balls pressing against your bottom hand. You could only imagine how pent up he was! Same for Elijah and Kol.

“Fucking, hell. Keep stroking, love.” Klaus moans as he starts thrusting into your hands, his heavy ball audibly slapping against your hands. Elijah and Kol mimic your hand movement, picturing it as you stroking them instead of Klaus. “You’re doing great, love.” 

Hearing those words from the hybrid, you took the next step: taking the massive cock into your mouth. You started with kitten licks around the cockhead, Klaus’s flavour hitting your taste buds. Klaus’s body shuddered from your wet tongue teasing his sensitive glands, globs of precum spurting from the tiny slit. 

“Quit teasing, love… I’ll fuck this pretty mouth.” Klaus groans, getting impatient as he needs to feel your mouth wrapped around his cock. “Give him time, Niklaus,” Elijah says. Klaus glares at his brother, tension rising while Kol doesn’t care and just continues jerking off to his imagination of you. 

With the moment ruined, you solved it by taking Klaus in your mouth and stroking the other brothers. The room was a symphony of moans and groans from the brothers as they indulged in your touch. Elijah and Kol thrust into your hands, wanting more friction on their pulsing cocks. 

“That’s it, love. Take my fucking cock.” Klaus let out a feral growl as he pushed your head deeper. You gagged and choked from the massive cock filling your mouth, the spongy cockhead hitting the back of your throat as your gag reflex kicked in. Tears welled in your eyes as you tried to calm down, attempting to relax your throat. 

“Y-you have no idea… a-about… shit… the t-things you do t-to me… d-darling.” Elijah moans, his breath hitching and speech breaking from the warm sensation of your hands and circular twisting technique; His chest heaves, all the nerves sending messages to his brain from your handjob. 

Elijah rarely engaged in sexual activities, only using his hand whenever he felt like it. He could feel his senses and nerves burning from the touch of another. Your touch shattered his composure and demeanor.

Kol was no better though he was more cocky with his words. “That’s it… Keep stroking like that. So eager to please… slutty boy.” The last words Kol said caused your mind to short circuit, your cock twitching from degradation. He muttered more under his breath; “Fuck, yes… dont stop, baby.” “Use your hand like a fleshlight.” His words encouraged you to stroke him and Elijah faster, desperate to make him cum. 

It was Klaus’s turn to give his stake. “This is what you were meant to do… using this filthy mouth… only good for sucking… that’s it, love, choke on my dick,” Klaus growls, his teeth digging into his lips, some blood seeping through the wounds. His thrusts were aggressive, heavy balls slapping against your chin mixed with the wet fapping sounds from Elijah and Kol��s cock being coated with precum. The slobbering noise from sucking Klaus’s cock mixed in with the other sinful noises. 

Your jaw was hurting from the rough thrusts, but you loved it. You loved being dominated by not one, not two, but three men! Two are vampires and one is a hybrid. You can tell that you’ll be able to bask in the fruit of your labor. Their balls tightened and their cocks gushed more. 

“J-just like that, love… I’m coming! Take it–take all of me!”

“Fuck yeah, baby boy! So p-perfect… don’t stop… gonna come!”

“Can’t hold back, darling… making me come undone!”

Their loud groans could be heard throughout the mansion; Rebekah wasn’t home, and good thing she wasn’t. She didn’t want to listen to her brothers fucking you. 

You whine, muffled by Klaus’s cock, as you felt them cum. Elijah’s and Kol’s cocks spurting ropes and ropes of hot, thick cum, coating your hands with the substance. Klaus’s cock flooded your mouth with his load. He wanted you to swallow, so he kept you down as he slowly thrusts, some of his cum seeping out and dripping down your chin. 

“That’s it, love.” Klaus praises, pulling his cock out your mouth with a loud, wet pop. His impressive length coated with saliva and cum. 

“Damn, baby, you came from sucking dick? Eh, should’ve expected that from a master cock sucker.” Kol grins, gesturing down to your leaking cock.

You pulled back, breathing heavily and taking big gulps, looked down to see your cock throbbing and gushing beads of cum, a streak of cum coating the pillow. The ministrations of sucking and stroking made you cum hands free. 

Impressive. 

“Wanna feel this tight ass, love,” Klaus says, not letting Elijah or Kol interject. It was a fact that he was gonna fuck you. 

You felt your hole clench around nothing as your attention was turned to the three brothers. Their cocks were already hard again and throbbing! They had an orgasm not that long ago and they’re horny again. You had to take into account that Elijah and Kol are vampires while Klaus is a hybrid; the refractory period was absent due to them not being human. 

That means they can go hours without breaking a sweat and stay horny. The idea was terrifying yet arousing, the only problem is: can you handle them? You’re still human, but maybe there’s a spell to heighten your stamina?

“Eyes on us, darling. Only think about us, nothing else.” Elijah says as he looks at you with hunger and lust in his eyes. He was the brother who had the most control and was composed, but it appears that you shattered that facade. Klaus and Kol had the same hunger and lust. 

From their point of view, your body was heaving and sweaty from giving head and handjobs. Your hair sticking to your forehead, cum coating your mouth and hands, and your flaccid cock hanging between your legs, spent after cumming two times. You were a walking sin, something they’re going to indulge in. 

Klaus pulled you from the floor, positioning you comfortably on your stomach. He positioned himself between your legs while Elijah and Kol took the front. “Mmm, you’re still stretched, love,” Klaus said as he slapped his massive cock against your hole, his cockhead teasing your tight ring of muscle, he could feel it trying to capture his cock. 

You couldn’t believe it was happening now, you were about to lose your virginity. You clenched the sheets, arching your back, and pressing your ass further into Klaus’s grasp so it would be easy. Your breathing gets heavier as you can feel the burning sensation of the hybrid entering your virgin hole. 

It felt like you were being speared from the bottom. Klaus mutters curses and soft moans as he pushes deeper until he is fully inside. Your teeth dig into your bottom lip, your body trembling from the sensation. You whimper in pain, clenching the bed sheets as Klaus’s massive cock reached depths you never reached before.

Klaus could feel your tight heat clenching around him, like it was suffocating his cock. He groans once, completely settled inside you, his balls resting against yours. The hybrid felt like he was going to go feral, his mind numb from the tightness and warmth of your ass.

He didn’t want to hurt you though, letting you adjust to his massive cock. Not many could handle his size, but you did.

‘They always say it hurts initially, but it gets better.’

Your train of thought was interrupted when you felt two large cocks slapping against your head. “Two popsicles for being good and to help you relax.” Kol laughed as he slapped his cock against your cheek, smearing some cum. Elijah did the same, which surprised you. The facade faded away as he gave in to his base instincts. 

He grabbed your head and choked you with his cock. It caught you off guard, but you happily adjusted and started sucking him. Elijah moans wildly as he fucked your face, his heavy set of balls slapping your chin as he buried his cock to the hilt. He stopped momentarily, his cock stuffed inside your mouth with your face buried in his pubic region. 

“Choke on my cock.” Elijah groans as he hears you gurgling and choking on his length. While you were distracted, Klaus started pounding your ass aggressively. Growls and groans filled the air as the hybrid fucked you like a feral animal, his fingers dig into your hips and leave bruises and claw marks. 

Elijah pulled you off his cock and Kol replaced it with his. He did the same as Elijah, facefucking you with his massive length. You gag and gargle on the two cocks as the brothers share your mouth, sucking one and stroking the other or sometimes taking both at the same time. 

“Tight… fucking ass… sucking my cock deeper. You must be cock hungry, love. Never experienced this in my life.” Klaus says as he slapped your ass, grinning from watching the flesh turn red with his handprint embedded. The rough slaps stimulate your brain as you enjoy the roughness, your cock leaking precum on the sheets as it throb. You arched your back and started pushing back to meet Klaus’s thrust, creating a rhythm. 

Your senses were on fire. The smell of sex and sweat flooded your nostrils; groans, moans, growls, and squelching bounced off the walls, a symphony of sin; and both your holes filled to the brim with cocks, spitroasted style. Your eyes widened when you felt Klaus’s cockhead ramming into that specific spot, your moans and cries of pleasure echoed through the room.

Kol and Elijah grin at Klaus, telling their brother to continue. Klaus didn’t have to be told twice, his cockhead abusing your bundle of nerves. You weren’t listening to anything the brothers were saying, your brain going into overdrive before shutting down. Lust has taken control, you bounced on Klaus’s dick and eagerly sucked Kol and Elijah, your moans muffled by their cocks.

Kol moans a variety of curses as he feels your moaning buzzing through his body. The vampire pulled his cock, saliva strands creating a web that connected his cock to your mouth. You breathed heavily, taking big gulps of air as you stared at Elijah and Kol with lust in your eyes. You whimper from being denied cock, trying to take Kol’s cock before being denied. 

“Ah, ah, baby.” Kol mockingly says as he strokes his cock above you, teasingly. You expected Elijah to take your mouth, but that didn’t happen. Instead, both brothers slapped their massive lengths against your cheeks, smearing saliva and strands of precum. Both your eyes were blocked by their cocks as they grind them against your face.

“Cock drunk, darling. Can’t think of nothing but getting fucked and cocks.” Elijah moans, his breathing hitching as he could feel his climax. Kol felt the same as they both ground against your face.

“Oh shit, baby! Gonna cum again.” Kol moans, thrusting his hips faster, balls slapping against your cheek. You could feel copious amounts of precum gushing and splattering on your face.

“Fucking gods… fucking mine, love. You hear me? No one else— just you being a cock dumb whore on my dick.” Klaus growls, his thrusts becoming sloppy. He started giving slow but powerful thrusts. The hybrid could feel your hole throbbing around him, sucking him deeper. “Shit… gonna breed… bloody hell… You were made for this! Perfect in every way!”

“Our perfect cumslut… I’m gonna–” Kol moans as he strokes his cock above you, his breathing heavy and chest heaving. 

“Take it all… Take what we give.” Elijah groans, doing the same thing as Kol.

It all came crashing down. 

Their groans filled the room; Klaus slams into you with a brutal thrust, roaring as he spills inside you. His balls tightening, cock spurting ropes of cum, painting your insides white. His grip tightened, holding you in place as he bred you. His heavy balls dump their load after years of pent-up desire and need. 

Kol and Elijah follow suit, their cocks spurting cum and coating your face with the salty, white substance. Your lips, eyelids, and hair are coated, and Elijah even opened your mouth and spat the remaining load he had.

You choke and whine from the sheer amount of cum. It was everywhere as the Mikaelson brothers claimed you with their cum. Your inside is filled with Klaus’s load, and Kol and Elijah coat your face. Your senses were sent into overdrive, your body shaking from the intensity as it responded by giving you your third orgasm, staining the sheets with it. 

You rolled over onto your back, breathing heavily and staring at the ceiling. “Look at him, completely ruined.” Klaus smiles as they all look at your sweaty and cum coated body. Your hair sticking to your forehead, nipples puffy from Kol’s sucking, and your cute, flaccid cock.

“You did amazing, darling.” Elijah praise, stroking your hair, avoiding the cum. You lean into his touch, enjoying the softness. Elijah smiles, seeing you responding to his touch. 

“Think he can handle another round? I’m still pent up.” 

THE END

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as of 8/3, the most recently updated version of this post is here (it's a reblog of this exact post with more info added)

as a lot of you know, limbus company recently fired its CG illustrator for being a feminist, at 11 pm, via phone call, after a bunch of misogynists walked into the office earlier that day and demanded she be fired. on top of this, as per korean fans, her firing went against labor laws---in korea, you must have your dismissal in writing.

the korean fandom on twitter is, understandably, going scorched earth on project moon due to this. there's a lot currently going on to protest the decision, so i'm posting a list here of what's going on for those who want to limit their time on elon musk's $44 billion midlife crisis impulse purchase website (if you are on twitter, domuk is a good person to follow, as they translate important updates to english). a lot of the links are in korean, but generally they play nicely with machine translators. this should be current as of 8/2.

Statements condemning the decision have been issued by The Gyeonggi Youth Union and IT Union.

A press conference at the Gyeonggido Assembly will occur on 8/3, with lawmakers of the Gyeonggi province (where Project Moon is based) in attendance. This appears driven by the leader of the Gyeonggi Youth Union.

The vice chairman of the IT union--who has a good amount of experience with labor negotiations like these--has expressed strong support for the artist and is working to get media coverage due to the ongoing feminist witch hunts in the gaming industry. Project Moon isn't union to my knowledge, but he's noted that he's taken on nonunion companies such as Netmarble (largest mobile game dev in South Korea) by getting the issue in front of the National Assembly (Korea's congress).

Articles on the incident published in The Daily Labor News, Korean Daily, multiple articles on Hankyoreh (one of which made it to the print edition), and other news outlets.

Segments about the termination on the MBN 7 o' clock news and MBC's morning news

Comments by Youth Union leaders about looking into a loan made to Project Moon via Devsisters Ventures, a venture capital firm. Tax money from Gyeonggi province was invested in Devsisters in 2017, and in 2021, Devsisters gave money to Project Moon. The Gyeonggi Youth Union is asking why hard-earned tax money was indirectly given to a company who violates ESG (environmental, social and governance) principles.

Almost nonstop signage truck protests outside Project Moon's physical office during business hours until 8/22 or the company makes a statement. This occurs alongside a coordinated hashtag campaign to get the issue trending on Twitter in Korea. The signage campaign was crowd-funded in about 3 hours.

A full boycott of the Limbus Company app, on both mobile and PC (steam) platforms. Overseas fans are highly encouraged to participate, regardless if whether they're F2P or not. Not opening the app at all is arguably the biggest thing any one person can do to protest the decision, as the app logs the number of accounts that log on daily. For a new gacha such as Limbus, a high number of F2P daily active users, but a small number of paying users is often preferable to having a smaller userbase but more paying users. If the company sees the number of daily users remain stable, they will likely decide to wait out any backlash rather than apologize.

Digging up verified reviews from previous employees regarding the company's poor management practices

Due to the firing, the Leviathan artist has posted about poor working conditions when making the story. As per a bilingual speaker, they were working on a storyboard revision, and thought 'if I ran into the street right now and got hit by a car and died, I wouldn't have to keep working.' They contacted Project Moon because they didn't want their work to be like that, and proposed changes to serialization/reduction in amount of work per picture/to build up a buffer of finished images (they did not have any buffer while working on Leviathan to my knowledge). They were shut out, and had to suck it up and accept the situation.

Hamhampangpang has a 'shrine' section of the restaurant for fans to leave fan-created merch and other items. They also allow the fans to take this merch back if they can prove it's theirs. Fans are now doing just that.

To boost all of the above, a large number of Korean fanartists with thousands of followers have deleted their works and/or converted their accounts from fanart accounts to accounts supporting the protests. Many of them are bilingual, and they're where I got the majority of this information.

[note 1: there's a targeted english-language disinformation campaign by the website that started the hate mob. i have read the artist's tweets with machine translation, and they're talked about in the second hankyoreh article linked above: nowhere does she express any transphobic or similarly awful beliefs. likewise, be wary of any claims that she supported anything whose description makes you raise eyebrows--those claims are likely in reference to megalia, a korean feminist movement. for information on that, i'd recommend the NPR/BBC articles below and this google drive link of english-language scholarly papers on them. for the love of god don't get your information about a feminist movement from guys going on witch hunts for feminists.]

[note 2: i've seen a couple people argue that the firing was for the physical safety of the employees, citing the kyoani incident in japan. as per this korean fan, most fans there strongly do not believe this was the case. we have english-translated transcripts of the meeting between the mob and project moon; the threats the mob was making were to......brand project moon as a feminist company online. yes, really. male korean gamers aren't normal about feminism, and there's been an ongoing witch hunt for feminists in the industry since about 2016, something you see noted in both the labor union statements. both NPR and the BBC this phenomenon to gamergate, and i'd say it's a pretty apt comparison.]

let me know if anything needs correction or if anything should be added.

[what-even-is-thiss]

Brian David Gilbert accidentally reinventing ska aside, I do wonder why there was barely any new music written after the 1960s in the fallout universe. To the point where people in the wasteland aren’t just listening to 200 year old music but 300 year old music. During fallout 4 if you’re listening to diamond city radio when the one original song comes on Travis freaks out because he’s not used to playing tracks by people that are still alive.

If I’m gonna come up with an in-universe explanation I might guess that it’s an extreme example of what might happen if a nation devalues art to the point that cultural stagnation occurs.

Creativity is so discouraged in favor of science, warfare, engineering, and mathematics that nothing new gets produced. Old patterns for clothes are used for over 100 years, hairstyle books and learning materials are never updated, almost no new music is written. Deviating even slightly from American exceptionalism and style is heresy. New ideas outside of the sciences are stupid and to be mocked. What few artists remain just learn how to recreate what’s already been done.

I mean a vault full of musicians wasn’t even a control vault. There was no real effort to preserve musical knowledge. They were subjects in a mind control experiment.

And this attitude gets carried into the big afterwards. After the Great War all that several generations have ever known is the devaluing of creativity and new ideas. And everyone is too tired and focused on survival to try anything new.

So Magnolia writing new music? That’s weird. That’s really weird. It’s been weird for over 300 years at that point.

And if I’m remembering correctly, the only people you meet in the games writing poetry are writing really bad poetry. But in this sort of context, that makes sense. There’s this idea in writing circles that when you take a long break from writing you need to allow yourself some time to write very badly in order to clean the garbage out of your brain and get your creativity muscles exercised again.

The fallout universe is experiencing this on a global massive societal scale. Jerry the Punk writing bad poetry comparing a girl to a deathclaw and Beatrice writing a bad poem about being stuck underground is a sign of slow but steady healing. The fallout world is getting a lot of garbage out of its system from over 300 years of cultural stagnation and learning how to make stuff again.

[charlypancakes]

it is difficult to not look around constantly to see if something looks off. there are examples of people's artistic choices or skill levels being mistaken for ai, when sometimes it was just an artist avoiding drawing hands. when ai tools became popular it was fascinating and fun for me to try out and think of how i could integrate them into my cc. while i wasn't planning on using it for all my future cc, i also wasn't aware of how fast ai would become so prominent in all kinds of media. in previous projects i used different techniques to create art for my custom content, like altering copyright free images or photography and i also used my own illustrations, but i never found a workflow that i could stick to or completely satisfied with my results, so i really wanted to give the new image generators a chance. between stylistic choices, different perception or visualization of light, perspective, colour, proportion, as well as the skill level or post editing effects, there are many other factors that can result in interesting art style, that we can appreciate even if an artist isn't as experienced or has the knowledge that computers do. but still, it will rarely be as irritating for the eyes, as what the off-putting ai generated look and feel some of those images have. ironically i still find the weird compositions and funky shapes that often come with ai art actually quite fitting with the maxis art style as well as the simlish language and script, but as genAI art is all around us now and the generated content becomes so overbearing, i don't want to have generated imagery on my custom content anymore. currently, the frame tv is still bugged due to a recent patch which broke the compatibility with custom content tv's and the gaming consoles. unfortunately the batch fix in sims 4 studio only seems to work for regular tv's, but not the wall mounted ones, so i was stuck on trying to fix it manually but that didn't work out for me either. therefor i will have to re-do the whole object anyway which goes hand in hand with the retexturing of the screen. i'll happily take suggestions and requests for this update from you! :)

[baisemains]

Elements of Desire

Chapter 1: Freaks & Geeks

single mom!sevika x fem!reader

word count: 2.8k

contains: fluff! just a meet cute really, timebomb as a plot device, age gap technically (reader is early 30’s)

description: your newest student clashing with your brightest might be the best thing that ever happened to you.

ao3 link | spotify playlist

next // sevika masterlist

It was a normal Thursday morning and you were on your way to your chemistry classroom, already late to prep for your first class when your phone beeps. Hearing the tell-tale ring of Outlook, you know it’s something important so you pull it out of your pocket and see that the school secretary has emailed you.

‘New student being added to your first period, updating your roster now.’'

You internally groan, you’ve officially hit max occupancy for the year and it’s only the first week of October.

Taking a deep breath, you reach your classroom and quickly start to put your things in the corner behind your desk before your students start arriving.

Hearing footsteps, you look up and see one of your favorite students, Ekko, walking in.

“Hey dude, ready for today’s quiz?”

He smiles at you, both of you already knowing the answer. Ekko is the top student in your class by a mile, you’ve got no worries when it comes to him.

“Of course, teach, when have I ever let you down?”

You laugh and go back to pulling out your materials for the day.

The rest of your class files in within the next few minutes, and you’re just about to start the day’s lesson when there’s a gentle knock on the door.

Walking over, you open the door confused and see a blue haired girl standing there, nervously twiddling with the straps of her backpack.

“Hi, I’m Powder, they told me this was my first period…?”

You school your face and usher her inside, smiling as she stands at the front of the class, unsure of what to do.

“Everybody, this is Powder, our new student. Make sure you help her out if she needs it, alright?”

Murmurs of agreement float around the room as you turn to Powder.

“Follow me, I’m gonna introduce you to your lab partner.”

You walk her to the very back row of tables and stop next to Ekko’s station.

“Powder, meet Ekko. Ekko, meet Powder, your new partner.”

Ekko looks up from where he was writing in his notebook and furrows his eyebrows.

“…What do you mean, my new partner? I thought you said I could go without one this year.”

“I did, before the district filled up my class and left me no choice.”

“That’s not fair! A partner is just gonna slow me down, I’m gonna have to help her and do my work!”

Ekko starts to plead his case with you, but you hear Powder shuffle behind you and you’re not having it.

“Hey. I know it’s not an ideal situation, dude, but we’ve gotta work with what we’ve got. Give her a chance before you say anything else, alright?”

You raise an eyebrow at him and his shoulders slump, knowing you’re right. He never could really be mad at his favorite teacher.

“Okay, teach, my bad.”

He clears his stuff off of the chair next to him and you gesture for Powder to sit down.

“I’ll be right back with an assessment, okay? Let’s see where your chemistry skills are at.”

You leave the two of them and walk back to your desk to grab a general knowledge test so you can gauge where Powder sits in relation to the rest of your class. You hope she’s at least got the basics down or you’ll really feel bad for making her Ekko’s partner.

Heading over and giving it to her, you tell her to take as long as she needs while you hand out the planned quiz to everyone else.

While the kids are doing that, you sit at your desk and start grading assignments from last class. You’ve barely gotten through a handful when Powder walks up to your desk. Assuming she needs help, you look up at her and smile.

“What’s up Powder?”

Her eyes flicker between you and your computer as she chews on her lip.

“Um, I…finished my test.”

You blink at her. Glancing at your clock, it’s barely been fifteen minutes when it should’ve taken her at least thirty, and that’s comparing it to your brightest students.

Smiling softly to not make her so nervous, you put your hand out and ask to see it.

Scanning it over, you’re in shock. Every answer seems correct so far and all her work is accounted for. You wonder for a second if Ekko had helped her but quickly shot down that thought when you remember how reluctant he was to have a lab partner.

“Powder, this looks…perfect. Have you taken chemistry before?”

She lets out a shy smile as she answers.

“No, I just really like math.”

The gears in your head begin to turn as you realize you may have a star student on your hands.

“That’s great to hear! You think you’d feel comfortable taking today’s quiz? It covers the last couple units we’ve been working on.”

Her smile broadens at that.

“Yeah, that sounds okay.”

By the end of class, Powder’s successfully caught up to the rest of the kids and is starting to become an active participant, much to Ekko’s chagrin.

The next couple weeks of classes pass by quickly, and a new rivalry begins to bloom between Ekko and Powder.

At first, you thought it was just friendly competition between partners but you soon realize it’s more than that.

One day, you hear bickering from the back of the classroom and see Powder trying to reach for a test tube Ekko is holding.

The closer you get, the better you understand them when you hear Ekko yell, “I don’t need your help with this, you’re just gonna jinx me!”

As he says that, he leans back and begins to tilt the test tube directly over the boy standing at the next station.

Almost as if in slow motion, you immediately leap forward and push him out of the way as the liquid pours onto the ground and sizzles.

The entire class goes silent as you stand there staring at your two best students, feeling the smoke pour out of your ears.

The dam finally breaks as you loudly scold them both about safety guidelines and the hazards of the chemicals they’re dealing with.

They have the decency to look embarrassed and apologize to their classmate when you tell them that you’ll be contacting their parents.

Both of them look at you in horror and beg you not to, but your mind is already made up and you head to your desk to email their parents about a conference as soon as possible.

Ekko’s parents are able to meet that evening, a lovely couple that you met at Back To School Night, who apologize profusely for their son’s actions.

You tell them how you’re not going to go too hard on their son because he’s usually your best student and you know this isn’t typical behavior from him, although you do expect him to clean up his act.

Ekko sincerely apologizes and you nod, shooting him a quick smile to let him know you accept.

They thank you for your time and promise that he will no longer be a problem in class, whisking him out of the room with a large hand gripping the back of his neck.

The next night, you’re set to meet Powder’s mom as she was busy the previous one.

Having zero idea what to expect, her very curt reply to your email asking to meet didn’t leave you a whole lot to work with.

You just hope she’s not one of those parents who expect the teacher to be their kid’s only disciplinarian, you have enough of those already.

It’s nearing five o’ clock, the designated time for your meeting so you start organizing your desk a bit, not wanting anyone to think you’re a slob.

As you’re facing away from the entrance, you hear a gentle knock from the doorway and as you turn around to face your visitors, you wish you had googled the name from your email.

The last thing you’d imagined Powder’s mom to be was the hottest woman you’d ever seen, but you remind yourself she was still a parent you needed to talk to, so before you think about it too much, you wave them over.

“Please come in, both of you.”

Powder walks in first, sheepish with her hands behind her back.

Her mom follows, and your eyes trace over her face, having to look up the closer she gets.

You notice her thick eyebrows, slightly furrowed at the moment, framing her daunting grey eyes. Short black hair caresses her face, threatening to hide it from view. Her nose is prominent, and you decide how well it suits her. She also has a labret piercing, which draws your attention to her thick lips, currently situated into a closed half smile.

You don’t even realize you’re looking at her mouth until she starts talking.

“Sevika, Powder’s mom.”

Her large hand stretches out towards you and when you slip your hand into hers, it takes a good amount of effort to not shake it for longer than necessary.

It’s surprisingly soft, even with all of the calluses you can feel, and pleasantly warm. You wonder if she was wearing gloves to protect them from the chilly fall air outside or if she's just blessed with good genes.

Introducing yourself as well, you remove your hand from hers and drop it to your side, already feeling like you’re missing something.

Now looking between the two, you think that Powder is maybe adopted – or looks like her dad, you dreadfully think to yourself – because she doesn’t bear any resemblance to the Amazon in front of you.

Before you can say anything else, the woman in front of you takes a step back and nudges Powder’s shoulder before stuffing both of her hands into the pockets of her leather jacket.

“Go ahead, tell her.”

Your eyes flick up to Sevika, who’s smirking at her daughter and you quickly look back down before you catch her eye.

“I’m sorry for how I’ve been acting lately, I never meant to let it go that far. I promise to lock in and be the student you deserve,” Powder declares with watery eyes, looking down at the floor when she’s done talking.

Pressing your lips together to contain your laugh, you close your eyes for a couple of seconds to gather yourself, finally opening them to see that Sevika is looking right at you.

Breaking the eye contact and clearing your throat, you look down at the girl in front of you and lay your hand on her shoulder.

“Thank you for apologizing Powder, it means a lot. I know you have what it takes to be an amazing student, you’ve been doing it this whole time. You just gotta quit the stuff with Ekko.”

She looks up at you at that, a defiant glint in her eye.

“You got it, teach,” she tells you through gritted teeth.

You giggle at her response, and then remember something else you wanted to bring up in this meeting, gesturing for both of them to sit at the station in the front row.

Grabbing a flyer from your desk, you walk back over and set it down in front of Sevika.

“So there’s a science fair coming up in the spring, and I think Powder should enter.”

Two pairs of eyes look up at you with matching lifted eyebrows, and for the first time tonight, you see a resemblance.

After laughing in your head, you continue on with your explanation.

“It’s open to all high schoolers in the state, and there’s a cash prize for the top three students; $10,000 for third, $25,000 for second, and $50,000 for first.”

Sevika’s eyes widen, letting her stoic mask slip for the first time tonight.

“The idea is to give them a head start on a college fund, but because the prize pool is so large, they require applications to even be able to conduct an actual project. They only accept the top 1,000 submissions, and then they cut it down to 100, but I really feel like Powder has a shot.”

You look between the two sitting in front you, gauging reactions.

Sevika chews the inside of her cheek as she glares at the flyer in front of her.

The first thing that enters her mind is just how life changing that money would be.

Powder's never wanted for anything, but it's also been a struggle to give her the best life Sevika feels she deserves, especially being a single mother.

'...50 grand for first place, huh?"

Sevika looks over the flyer skeptically for a few beats longer before passing it to Powder, who looks like she's about to faint from excitement.

You rub your hand on the back of your neck, suddenly feeling a bit embarrassed for just throwing the idea out there like that.

Sevika's grey eyes flick back over to you after observing her daughter for a couple seconds.

"How much work is a project like this gonna require?"

Breathing an internal sigh of relief, you feel like you have a shot to convince her.

“It is gonna take up most of her free time, until the spring, I won’t lie, but if she can pull this off, it’ll all be worth it.”

Sevika lets out a scoff at that, crossing her arms over her chest as she leans back in her chair.

"So I'm just supposed to let her spend months at your beck and call? No way, I-"

Powder suddenly slams her palm on the table before Sevika can protest further.

"Pleaseee, mom?”

Sevika looks down at her daughter, eyes narrowing at being cut off.

"This could seriously change my life, our life, and I promise it won't get in the way of my school work. I won't let you down.”

Sevika’s demeanor softens at that, seeing Powder’s determination reminds her of herself in a way.

After a few seconds of silence, Sevika turns back to where you’re standing and pierces you with a look.

“I’m not saying yes. I’ll think about it, but I do want you to send me more information about this thing.”

You nod fervently, grabbing the flyer and ripping a piece off the bottom to jot your number onto it.

Passing it to Sevika, you smile warmly.

“Of course, that sounds great. You’ll have my number if you need anything.”

She takes the slip, briefly touching your fingertips as she pulls it away, your cheeks heating up at the contact.

You look down at Powder, and she’s almost in tears with excitement.

Sevika rises from her chair and motions for Powder to follow as she stands in front of you.

“I’m serious about what I said. I want every bit of information you have on this, and then I’ll consider my answer.”

To punctuate her sentence, she sticks her hand out for another handshake, and this time, you grip her palm with the same energy she’s giving you, determined to show her that you’re serious about this.

“Of course, Sevika. You have my word.”

Her mouth twitches up into a small smile when you say her name, deciding she likes the way it sounds.

You notice her small gap for the first time, and feel a little swirl in your stomach.

“We’ll be in touch then, miss. Powder, let’s go babe, I gotta grab your sister and get dinner started.”

She drops your hand – slowly, you realize – and the two of them leave out the way they came, Powder clutching the flyer in hand and waving at you as they disappear from your sight.

Taking a seat in your desk chair, you start drafting up an email with more information about the science fair to Sevika, not wanting to waste any time.

It's almost an hour later when you're finally done detailing everything Sevika needs to know, and once you hit send, you lean back in your chair and finally let out the breath you'd been holding in.

The whole interaction left you feeling a bit frazzled, but not in a bad way.

You couldn't stop thinking about Sevika's face, the crinkle in her eyebrows whenever she looked at you, her eyes boring holes into your very soul.

Really, you can't help but be a bit frustrated at the fact you hadn't been able to stop staring at her the entire time, wondering what's wrong with you for thirsting over one of your students' moms.

With an annoyed groan, you rub your face to hopefully snap yourself out of it and pack up your things to leave for the night, thoughts occupied by this new character in your life.

[moussedoodles]

🐙‼️OCTO ALERT‼️🐙

After a long bit, I finally finished the rest of the Octonauts! Enjoy more of my interpretations of them, and if you haven't seen my previous post about them, click here for Peso, Kwazii and Captain Barnacles!

In a world where most of the population consists of animal shifters, the Octonauts are a group marine biologists and activists who help bring attention to both the curious beauty of the Earth's waters and the harms that threaten its incredible ecosystems.

Tweak is the Octonaut's engineer, and she was the only member apart from the Captain himself who had been a part of the Octopod's original, hired crew. She's seen members come and go and had gone through the worst alongside her captain, yet her loyalty hasn't wavered even in the years she had served by his side. In fact, her love for adventure and marine life only seemed to grow as time passes. Apart from Kwazii- who she didn't fully trust at first, and rightfully so at the time- Barnacles considers her as someone he can put 100% of his faith in, and even the rest of their crew knows that she's someone they can truly rely on with anything.

Shellington is the Octonaut's scientist and was hired as their marine specialist. His colleagues would consider him a considerate man who's knowledge is only second to their founder, which sometimes scares the crew with just how much information he knows of any given animal. As for the Vegimals... Well, Let's just say that Shellington wanted to produce some food for the crew to keep them from surfacing every few months, and so, decided to start a greenhouse within the Octopod. Disappointed at the rate of which their goods are growing, he decided to "lend them a little help", though he instead finds himself becoming a father of 5 the following morning. He is now a full carnivore. He can't look at certain vegetables the same way again.

Dashi is the Octonaut's IT specialist and photographer, and so, often works alongside Tweak and Shellington (who she had been hired alongside) both on-field and within the Octopod. Though her knowledge on marine life can't compare to some of the other members, as a photographer she documents their missions, the creatures they had helped and occasionally files or publishes any new findings or updates regarding certain species. Prior to her work as an Octonaut, she was actually a well-renowned journalist who had earned several awards.

And, of course, how could I forget

Professor Inkling is the Octonaut's renowned founder, and is one of the oldest shifters to date. He's a knowledeable octopus, and though most founders and CEOs would rather lounge comfortably for the remainder of their lives, Inkling enthusiastically works alongside his employees and even assists and advises them if ever needed.

Why is he the only member of the Octonauts who isn't part human? the artist thinks it was funny Well, some believe that he's from an older generation of shifters, raised in his animal form. It certainly has some merit to it, especially considering no one- not even the octonauts themselves- had even recognised his species.

Barnacles believes that Kwazii should show more respect towards Inkling and should stop muttering assumptions and theories with Dashi and Shellington.

[yestrday]

— BLUSH BLUSH ! anemo | hydro | geo | pyro

⤷ yan! hybrid! zhongli, itto, gorou, albedo

summary ! these land-dwelling hybrids have devotion as sturdy as stone and they’re ready to prove it anytime! if you’re feeling shackled by your father’s chain, do not worry, for you have your trusty hybrids to keep you company. should you have any concerns, just come to them anytime. after all, you are all bound by a contract that will never expire~

content ! possessive behavior; obsessive behavior; yandere behavior; mentions of violence; mentions of biting you; mentions of blood; mentions of drugs; sadism; thoughts of corruption

notes ! woah!!!! i have posted an actual full update!!! woah!!! applaud please!

in the neighboring country of your very own, legends say that a great dragon protected their lands in a time of tumultuous peril. were it not for the great dragon general and his army of mythical beasts, the people of that land would have succumbed to war and famine. he built the broken country from the ground back up, and introduced many kinds of craft to help them prosper. the land and its people did indeed flourish,  thanks to the wisdom of the dragon. but wise as he is, he ultimately decided that the humans must learn to rely on themselves, and so he and his army of beasts hid away, till they faded into nothing more but myths and stories…

you stare blankly at the gentleman who is calmly sipping his tea while he tells you this story, and venti's squawking laughter as he dies in the background. having let go of his human form, he sits comfortably with his scaled tail and his golden antlers out, and his black and gold hands gingerly cup the ceramic teacup. aether is beside you giving the man a deadpan stare. all the surrounding hybrids, save for a few clueless ones, give him the side eye. yeah, ZHONGLI is not fooling anybody.

unlike your other hybrids, it was you who came to him. your father had summoned you, much to the anger of your caring hybrids, and your servants had you scrubbed with scented soaps and dressed you in elegant pieces. aether accompanies you all the way to your company's building and soothes your worries away as you ride the elevator going up. the man accompanying you shoots a condescending gaze— the forgotten heir and their hybrid pet— and backing down after receiving aether’s dark glare. when you step into his office, you’re greeted by the apathetic look on your father’s face… and the handsome man beside him.

“this is ZHONGLI,” your father tells you, sounding bored as he resumes to reading his documents. “i heard that you’ve amassed yourself a following of hybrids of some sort.” you tense when you hear that, knowing the positions hybrids hold in this world. “what you do there is of no concern to me. ZHONGLI is a good and efficient secretary– he can help you control those beasts of yours. after all, i cannot risk having so many sources of harm around my child without someone to properly control them.” aether snarls under his breath at the mere implication of them hurting you, but you squeeze his hand. and so off you leave to your isolated villa, your back turning on your neglectful father once more.

ZHONGLI quickly proves himself to be quite the skilled hybrid. he can easily identify from just a glance on what kind of animal they are, as well as the specifications of their behavior, preferred environment, diet, and whatnot. he also helps you sort through your treasures— the jewels and antiques you’ve accumulated over time and tell you stories of these. he entertains you with new knowledge, helping you have a good grasp on the world beyond these walls.

he’s also very, very gentle with you. for the kindness you’ve shown these hybrids, you’ve gained a special place in ZHONGLI’s heart. oftentimes, he will pat your hair down as he recounts an old eastern fable, and straightens out any wrinkles in your shirt when he sees them. it pleases him to know that you are nothing like your father, but he knows that you’re still his blood-related child. if you had to go through any of the trials that your father had, ZHONGLI fears that you may grow just as cold-hearted as he is. so he makes sure to take the utmost care of you, so that you’ll never have to change from your kind and soft self.

ZHONGLI quickly becomes a trustworthy pillar that everyone can rely on. the younger hybrids tend to come to him for advice, and he sometimes even replaces aether as a substitute butler. but when it comes to fights, he only watches in amusement and sips on his tea. youngsters should let out some steam once in a while, he reasons. oh, and aether absolutely forbids him from touching the mora. that’s one thing no one ever trusts him with.

ZHONGLI’s pride and ego as a dragon hybrid has long dissipated since the eras have changed, but even so, it has always irritated him that your father tricked him into a contract. sometimes, when he looks at you, a dark urge dwells in the dark recesses of his mind. it’s a feeling he hasn’t felt ever since he was a young bloodthirsty general— that bloodlust and sadism. he knows you’re not your father… but what he does know is that your father has a great amount of affection he refuses to show to you. so what would happen if ZHONGLI were to… say, ruin you? to push you past your breaking point and present it to your father? 

he knows it’s not right to think such things of you, but you can’t blame him. ZHONGLI is sure you’d understand, like how you understand your every hybrid’s troubles. he’s done so much for you, after all. surely you’ll allow him to take a bite of you, and maybe more. you are a treasure, hidden away where no one can hear you scream. it doesn’t help that ZHONGLI is a dragon, heralded by legends as the mightiest of them all, and he wants to possess every single inch of you until you’re not yourself anymore.

he loves you, and he isn’t afraid to tell you. you are kind, and you are everything your father isn’t. his heart swells when you look at him and his smile is unstoppable when you excitedly chatter on about trivial matters. he wants to give you everything and more but it is in his blood to be selfish, and there’s nothing he wants more than to ruin you and your father too.

RELATIONSHIPS: zhongli and venti often get into passive-aggressive fights by covering up their insults with very fake compliments. poor xiao and aether often find themselves in the middle of this verbal war, but the two old men actually get along more than they’re willing to admit.

ITTO makes himself known by destroying a wall and a room. it was a nice and peaceful day, enjoying a cup of tea before another session of studying with zhongli. but soon enough, the entire manor shakes as a loud explosion comes from one of the outermost rooms, and everyone rushes to see what happened. in the middle of all the rubble and mess is a snorting bull, a stab wound in his side. when it looks up at you, it's eyes grow wide.

everyone covers your eyes when the bull morphs and reveals a naked muscular man with the stupidest grin ever. "hello, little one!" his voice nearly booms, but it stills sound faint as blood dribbles from his mouth. "uh, haha, i know it's awkward to ask this of ya since we just met, but ya look like the master of this house. care to help me out here?"

ITTO apparently has gotten himself injured thanks to a gang war. according to his story, his gang pissed off some of the local ones when they barged into their territory ("anywhere's arataki itto's territory!" he corrects zhongli, but is promptly ignored) and he split up from his gang while running away ("strategic retreat!"). the adrenaline must've gotten to him, because he was a long way off from where he originally came from.

ITTO is loud and childish, but you've never had a normal childhood, so his presence is greatly appreciated. he drags you into his silly games— catching beetles with you to raise them into fierce fighters, shouting out cringey finishing moves during your card games— it’s always a fun time whenever he’s around, and he even manages to wrangle other hybrids into playing with him. a lot of people are exasperated by him, but they do like how friendly and stupid he is, so he’s one of the more popular hybrids in town.

stupid ITTO knows how strong he is, but that doesn’t mean he stops to think before pulling you into one of his bone-crushing hugs. gorou often yelps and tries to pull him off, nagging the laughing bull about his strength and carelessness. when he does loosen his grip on you, he does make for a great cuddle buddy— a set of firm abs behind you, muscled biceps wrapped protectively around your hips, and his head atop yours. sometimes you’ll fall asleep in his arms, much to everyone’s dismay, because then itto would fall asleep with you and everyone knows he has a grip like death.

ITTO’s foolish, but he’s kind and surprisingly wise at times. he’s wise enough to know the dark leer in his fellow hybrids’ eyes, and strong enough to be able to whisk you away from potential danger without any consequences. he tends to move you away whenever territorial conflicts arise between the hybrids, distracting you with a game or two. itto knows all too well how hybrids are treated in this world… he doesn’t want you being scared of them either.

that’s why he doesn’t warn you about the dangers of the other hybrids either. one, because he doesn’t want to fill your head with scary thoughts about them and two, well, he becomes a hypocrite. he may try protecting you, but even that’s hard enough for him. when you smile at him so trustingly, it just breaks his heart in two… and stirs up something dark and possessive within his heart. 

ITTO wants to cradle you gently, continue to play these silly games with you and have fun with the others for your entire life, but sometimes, you make it hard for him to be a nice man. he’s a big, big man— so big, in fact, that you won’t be able to do anything when he wraps that meaty hand of his around your head and muffles your screams. once he pins you to the floor and starts nibbling at your soft flesh, you’ll be helpless and weak, and it’ll only take him a second before he draws blood. he hates himself for wanting to violate you like that, but the thought makes him salivate.

you don’t know the real world like ITTO and the others does, and he wishes to keep it that way. concepts like innocence and pure are too philosophical for the bull hybrid’s taste, but he wishes to keep you safe. he’s been ridiculed, scorned, and cursed at for simply existing. part of him knows its paranoia, part of him believes it, and a small part of him wishes that you continue to hide in the haven you’ve made for yourself.

RELATIONSHIPS: itto’s quite friendly with the entire inazuman group, ready to loop them in for some fun whether they like it or not. due to his outgoing nature, he’s also made friends with the others as well, especially xiao, and seems to be oblivious to his mythical status with his laments about his poor, small figure. aether keeps a tired yet amused smile at his tirades, but makes sure to keep you away from him to avoid his bad influence.

GOROU joins your family after being wrangled by the neck by itto, who had loudly proclaimed that he had found dinner. when he bursts in the front doors, there’s a yipping dog digging its canines into his hand. someone briefly mentions that bulls are supposed to be herbivores, but all you can think about how cute the puppy is. slowly creeping to the shiba inu, you gently stretch out a hand and start petting its soft fur. the small thing flicks its eyes to you and bares its teeth to growl, but a particularly good scratch has it whimpering timidly.

GOROU just might be the only sane one from the inazuman hybrids, minus thoma, who’s more or less subservient to you and ayato. he’s usually frantically running back and forth keeping an eye on itto (“humans are not to be held like that!”) and heizou (“do not try to eat kazuha again!”). when he’s not trying to keep it all together, he likes training in the open field out back, and his night time routines are often spent with other fluffy tail boys, who sit in a circle to groom each others tails. you’re part of this too, often finding yourself groomed by the others too. 

he’s a respected warrior, and he likes to help out around the house too. GOROU is fairly amiable and gullible, so he often plays the straight man of many pranks. he’s strict with himself and with others, but not a lot of people take him seriously, especially with ears and tail as fluffy as that. it’s quite troubling for him, and he doesn’t appreciate it when people stroke his ears out of the blue or ruffle his preciously groomed tail.

although young, he likes to present himself as respectable and responsible. after all, he wants you to trust him, to come to him whenever you need help! but it doesn’t help that whenever GOROU is engaged in a duel, his more base instincts come out and the heat of the fight rushes in his head. he’s growling and scratching the floor, he shoots with a precise aim but doesn’t neglect the use of all four limbs. you find it endearing how embarrassed he becomes when he’s finally relaxed after the duel and you of all people had to see him like that. while you coo and comfort him about how cool he was, all the other hybrids exchange  a look— that wasn’t about being cool, it was a show of primal instincts.

GOROU values your approval and affection more than anything in this world. it’s why he works so tirelessly to become a man you can rely on. he doesn’t allow himself to be clingy, but with some encouragement, he’ll immediately melt in your touch and he won’t let go. he sees you like a being near to divinity– if not divinity itself. your touch cleanses him, your voice soothes him, and should you give him a command, he’ll carry it out with perfect execution. he’s been demeaned as a brainless dog by society, an animal instead of an equal, but for you, he’ll proudly carry that title with blood on its name.

if you’re looking to gain more than what you currently have, GOROU is the perfect lackey to have. it’s not to say that all your dear hybrids are more than happy to follow your pursuit of greatness, but they all have their underlying agendas when it comes to you. meanwhile, GOROU’s wants and needs are all based on yours. he doesn’t need to have any other agendas— all he wants is for you to hold him for the night, bloody mess and all.

RELATIONSHIPS: gorou is usually yelling and running after itto, mostly failing to get him wrangled and disciplined. he’s only ever relaxed around kazuha and aether, who both patiently listen to his grumbles and complaints. the three of them are part of the unofficial tail society of the manor, who along with the other fluffy tail-havers like to sit in a circle and groom each other’s tails.

there was once a time when common household products mysteriously disappeared from your cabinets. it whipped the servants into quite a fright, and rumors of a ghost haunting the halls were popular for a time. it was only when a servant found a small cavern in the side of the hill’s landscape, where the said products were organized meticulously, did they find the culprit— a handsome boy sporting feline eyes and a pair of fluffy ears and tail to boot. when ALBEDO meets your eyes, the wildcat hybrid smiles in a way that would make any romantic’s heart flutter.

“apologies for the inconvenience i may have brought you,” he says in a voice like a fairytale prince’s. “i should have introduced myself sooner instead of stealing from your cabinets. but as you can see,” he poi kntedly stares at the dozen wary eyes behind your back. “... i may have gotten a bit shy in the presence of such… intimidating companions.” 

ALBEDO is almost immediately absolved of all sin. who can get mad at such a pretty face? even your head maid who had been angrily fuming and ranting these past weeks immediately quickly turned all sparkly-eyed and accommodating as soon as albedo sent a charming smile her way. he becomes a quick favorite among the staff, because oh, he’s so nice to talk to! all these scary hybrids are either brooding or scheming or scarily strong and here’s this angel from above come to give them a sense of normality! he’s not nicknamed prince for nothing!

you always feel at ease around ALBEDO, and you like how gentle he is with you. his words are soft-spoken and carefully chosen, and he listens to your insecurities with a patient ear. he shares with you advice and his own perspective of things (albeit a bit flat on the social aspects), and he draws you little doodles to cheer you up. you both have a little game that you play where he draws on his sketchpad and you try to guess what it is before he finishes it. he always finds a way to trick you though, so you never guess correctly. he laughs quietly when you declare that one day you’ll figure it out, and pout when he ruffles your hair like a big brother.

ALBEDO likes how… warm you feel next to him. a favorite past time of his is accompanying you on your strolls and observe the wildlife with you. his hands squeeze yours as you point out the funny cloud in the sky or when you ask about a specific type of flora. if you’re sleepy, you often nap on his lap under the shade of a tree. he can feel his heartbeat racing as his fingers stroke your chin and trace your eyelids, and his big fluffy tail wraps your torso protectively. all he hears is the skritches of his pencil against paper and your faint snoring.

ALBEDO is… passive. strangely so, amidst a harem of dangerous hybrids. he makes it a point to never admit his feelings out loud. to verbalize such fantasies about you, the one who keeps him sheltered, it feels disrespectful to you. you’re too naive of the outside world, too innocent of the darker recesses of the human, er, hybrid mind. he wants to protect this innocence, because there’s too much darkness already in the world.

he hides away in his study, pencil against paper scratching away as his eyes zero in this unfinished portrait. he plans to make a portrait of your likeness, but none of these copies can compare to the real deal. an eye is too off, the nose too thin, the smile not pretty enough. he doodles some little yous on the corner of his scrapped portraits… and blushes furiously. he tears up the indecency and throws them on the fire.

is it so terrible to want to play with you a little? he may put on the big brother act now, but that’s mostly because he likes seeing the expressions you make whenever he praises you. your expressions are so interesting, despite them being like any other human’s. exactly what makes him so drawn to you? it’s a research topic he must explore one day. but for now, ALBEDO is content to play house with you for a little while, and shut away his more sexual instincts for a little while longer. there’d be plenty of time to experiment on you later, once he’s reached his limits. for now, he’ll let the potion simmer for a little while longer ♡

RELATIONSHIPS: albedo often shuts himself away from everyone and stay inside his lil old lab conducting experiments and the like, but once in a while there are people who drag him out. he often experiments on a disgruntled aether, who he bribes with mora. cyno thinks of him as a like-minded friend, but tighnari thinks that the way albedo stares at the jackal is much like a scientist staring at microbes under a glass.

[theshipsong]

x drake x dom f!reader, cw: dubcon bondage, impact play, degradation, blowjob. canon au, takes place roughly during elbaph. companion to this fic. reader is in cross guild, formerly of the hawkins pirates, and implicitly racialized. wc: 3k | est. 11 min read

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"What did you do?"

Drake woke in the Marine GS Hospital to Prince Grus slapping a densely printed flyer onto his side table. As his bleary eyes adjusted, he recognized the garish color scheme of Cross Guild's updated bounty announcement, the new dread of every Marine base. At the top was none other than Rear Admiral X Drake in his pirate regalia, with the five crown rating reserved for vice admirals. Bizarrely, he felt the corner of his mouth turn up in a grin.

"I relayed some news."

Drake, Grus, and Kujaku were the highest ranked members of SWORD, which officially answered to no one and followed no orders, so it was down to them to hold each other to account. Of course no one stopped Drake's partial-Zoan rampage on the hospital ship or warned him he was endangering his cover en route to Karai Bari.

His bounty, to his knowledge the first issued to a fellow pirate with a pre-existing price from the Marines, confirmed your position within Cross Guild.

"I read the med vessel's log. You took a detour."

"Seems you already know."

It was the closest Drake had gotten to apologizing to a fallen comrade's widow, but Hawkins was no Marine, and you were no wife.

"That, and those folders you have under your pillow." Drake felt a frankly pubescent blush rise to his cheeks. It was your slim file paired with a longer one on the Hawkins Pirates, of which the Marine—through Drake's intel—only recently confirmed you'd been a part. "Is she Wanoan? What news could you have for her?"

(You were darker than the women of Wano, your eyes subtly rounder, and Drake understood with perfect clarity how Hawkins was unmoved in the bathhouse after years at your side.)

"...if Cross Guild has some tie to that country, you should make an official report."

"You'll read for yourself soon."

Grus whistled. "Rest up, rear admiral."

"Rear admiral." Drake returned his short, joking salute even after Grus turned his back to leave.

The toll that Onigashima took on Drake's body was bad enough, but you reopened the wound in his neck left by the CP0 agent and broke his nose, a purely cosmetic change that wouldn't have bothered the scarred man if he wasn't suddenly self-conscious of being attractive. Not to women in general, but you. He decided to take it as a gift.

Besides these battle tokens, Drake was exhausted from two years under Kaidou and many more in deep cover. He should take this time to rest and take refuge in one of the Navy's most secure facilities, but part of him was relieved. Of course the ambiguity of his position meant he could change allegiances with the tide like he had in Onigashima, but if he as good as confirmed Cross Guild's—and Hawkins'—charge that he was "a Navy man," he could be free. Or a little less burdened. The problem was it gave him no reason to see you besides pursuit.

The sharp allure of your grief made Drake wonder how many siren's songs were elegies. He'd wanted to hold you despite meeting you that day. He wanted to promise you things he didn't have, like tender last words from Basil Hawkins, or a peaceful life he couldn't know held any appeal to you.

SWORD was the only unit in all the World Government capable of challenging an emperor like Buggy. They were stretched thin as it was trying to capture the other Warlords, and Drake now, bizarrely, thrilled at the duty before him. He'd take in Dracule Mihawk, return Sir Crocodile to Impel Down, and see you.

Rather than risk a repeat of Amazon Lilly, Drake opted for a battle at sea. Cross Guild's hideous flagship was on the move throughout Buggy's territory and expanding into that formerly held by Big Mom outside of Totto Land. Reconnaissance revealed Crocodile and Mihawk alternated captaincy as the other stayed behind to defend Karai Bari, while Buggy rarely appeared above deck, despite the masthead. Regardless of who had command of the Big Top Blaster, you were always aboard.

A captured former member of the Hawkins Pirates filled in gaps that their late captain didn't exactly rush to share with Drake in Wano. You were the crew's navigator with a strong preference for celestial navigation, something out of fashion for both the Navy and pirates who respectively relied on Vegapunk's radar technology and log compasses, and you left shortly after the Paramount War, when Hawkins entered the New World.

Cross Guild's ship had an observatory below the crow's nest. Drake was tempted to call you a princess in a tower, but you'd been sighted excising Crocodile's hook from Buggy's shirt collar, mediating between the men like you belonged there. Like you were happy.

Just like Drake told you your first love died, he'd take this crew from you, too.

It was after weeks of careful observation by the Navy's most discreet units, submarine and sailing ships alike, and two months since Koby's rescue from Hachinosu that Drake made his move. The Big Top Blaster left Karai Bari in the morning with Mihawk in command. If the soldiers Drake borrowed were cowed by the Marine Hunter, they didn't show it. He wanted to take the former warlords alive, and if Drake sank the ship, Mihawk could swim. As could you, Drake confirmed repeatedly with your former crewmate—"She's the only one Hawkins let save him from drowning"—unless you ate a Devil Fruit in the last two years.

Drake was astern a warship far, far away when he fell to his knees along with every other sailor on deck, and waves of utter despair worse than any he'd felt in battle hit him like a ton of bricks.

"Perona," he heard a low, dry voice say. "I thought you packed the sea prism cuffs."

"You know I hate touching those!" a high voice, much higher than yours, shot back.

"Keep him down, then."

Drake felt a boot knock into his hip, and saw the sky and Dracule Mihawk's plumed hat as the swordsman stepped on his shoulder, hard. Another rush of dread swept through him before Mihawk unceremoniously dumped him overboard, not into the sea but a small boat no one had ever reported travelling at the Big Top Blaster's side that could only be Mihawk's personal vessel.

Mihawk kept a cruel boot between Drake's shoulders, pressing the Marine's chest into the hull as he coldly bisected the warship and odd, feminine laughter bubbled in the air. Drake should have felt horror at the fate of his comrades, but his thoughts raced through sorry, I'm sorry for failing, for leaving him there, for coming here, for being born with such speed and acuity he almost missed the boat he was in being raised portside of the Big Top Blaster.

Another set of boots climbed into the boat where it hung from the davit. Drake felt the weight of stone handcuffs land on his back below Mihawk's foot, and slim fingers locking them in place.

He'd only spoken to you for a few moments those months ago, but his body knew your smooth, throaty timbre.

"Rear Admiral," you greeted as Mihawk dragged him to his feet. Your eyes briefly flicked up to his, an incredible distance that made Drake wonder, obscenely, how he dared dream of tasting you. "Who gets the bounty if we're the ones to capture him?"

Mihawk chuckled. "Like you need the money."

"You did most of the work."

"But," Mihawk said, "he's only back for you. Aren't you, Diez?"

Drake winced at his father's name, and tried his best to avoid looking at your face as the shorter man somehow kept his posture uncomfortably straight. He still had tears in the corners of his eyes, whether from Mihawk's strength or the despondence he'd been hit with. You looked him up and down, your gaze dragging down his bare chest and lower. To his humiliation, his blood followed you like a magnet, and—you blushed.

So damn pretty.

You ignored Mihawk's comment, ordering Buggy's men take Drake to a room below the fo'c'sle that could have been the captain's quarters, for all he knew, dimly lit by only a small pothole through which he could see men's shoes walk along, how it peeked onto the quarterdeck. In addition to the sea prism cuffs, they bound him to a too-small chair with ropes beaded in sea prism stone, and he had to splay his long legs to get anything resembling comfortable with the throbbing ache between his thighs. You closed the door to the passageway with your hip, and his eyes adjusted to the dark to see you leaning against it with your arms crossed.

"You'll want to compose yourself before anyone else notices," you said mildly.

What a euphemism.

The half-dark only refined Drake's other senses. He could hear you breathe like it was against his neck. He could smell your perfume like he was buried in you. He was so aware of you his skin burned.

He grunted. A rude response, but all he could do not to say anything.

"I'm so curious what part of all this does it for you," you continued. "Mihawk's very handsome."

Despite it all, he laughed. A short bark, more of a cough, but a laugh.

"Now," you said. "Would you like to meet your other captors—" plural captors other than Crocodile? "—after making a mess, or do you want some help?"

Help. "The price?" he said.

"Let's just add it to your tab."

"As if you get nothing out of it."

"Like?"

"Humiliating a Marine. Shooting the messenger."

"You think I hold grudges?" you said. "If anything, I should thank you. Though, of course, he's alive."

Hawkins survived? It was almost enough to shame Drake into composure, as you said, but then—

"W-what are you doing?"

You'd closed the distance while he was stunned silent at your revelation. Seated as he was and in such an inadequate chair, you were nearly eye level. You kept your hands primly behind your back, but you bit your lip as you studied his face, and if there was more light he knew he could look down your shirt.

"Just remembering what I'm working with."

There was absolutely nothing immodest about your attire, but to Drake you might well have been naked, how the spices of your perfume filled his nostrils besides your clean, natural sweat, which even now he thought of licking from every inch of you.

"Say the word, rear admiral."

"Please."

Your grin in the half-light was feline, and he knew more than ever that he was prey even as you sank to your knees. He could have cum just from your elegant hand ghosting over his belt buckle, how carefully you only touched the belt and his pants' button and fly, and he groaned aloud at the lightened pressure.

"What is your proper title?" you murmured as you nudged the fabric down, and he hissed. "Rear admiral, captain—"

"Does it matter?" he rasped.

"I like giving men their due."

"Whatever you want, please—"

He choked as you swatted his bulge through his boxers.

"Such a pretty sound," you cooed, and repeated the motion more gently. Drake groaned.

"R-rear admiral is fine."

You licked your lips, audibly. "Kind of a mouthful."

Siren, he thought as you finally dragged his underwear down. His heavy cock sprang free, leaking and proud against his bare stomach. You exhaled through your nose, an almost-laugh.

"What?" He was so sensitive in every sense of the word.

"I almost made an awful pun, is all," you said as you scooted yourself closer, your hands on his splayed thighs, bound at an awkward width by his partial undress. Your breath danced across his skin. "Why 'Red Flag'? Little piggie playing pirate," you went on, and he knew his neck and chest blushed so furiously he had to look on fire. "If that's not bad enough, you have to court class war."

"You talk like a revolutionary."

"So do you. So did you."

With that, you trailed your dominant hand to the head of his cock and spread the not insubstantial precum from his slit with your thumb, slowly massaging it down his length. Drake threw his head back, his groan echoing off the underdeck for every sailor to know what sort of torture he was experiencing, but he didn't care. Until—

Smack!

Your open palm connected directly to the underside of his cock. He futilely thrashed his head as if he had enough range of motion to muffle his shout of pain in his shoulder, tears stinging his eyes.

"I thought these sounds were for me," you said lowly.

"Yes, ma'am." It slipped through his gritted teeth before he could stop it.

"Good boy." You returned to your ministrations, soothing the impact with firm stokes, his cock only leaking more precum from your cruelty. Drake was transfixed watching your hand move, its long fingers curled just so, the contrast of his red, angry skin and pale thighs to yours, slow, sure movements that kept him on a knife's edge. He wasn't convinced you wanted him to get off at all, and surrendering that to you was...

"Feels g-good, ma'am."

"Yeah?" Drake noticed you shift your weight, like you rubbed your thighs together. "That's sweet of you to say. But what are we doing about this?" The callused pads of your left fingers traced his balls, and his breath hitched at the different texture.

"You decide, ma'am." You preened at that, and to his shock, you leaned in close and licked one into your mouth. "Oh my god—" Through the partial darkness, your eyes shone with mischief and curiosity, like he was your toy, and you continued your strokes as you played with him with your tongue and lips. "You don't have to—"

You withdrew, and he whined at the total loss of contact, your hot mouth, your warm hands.

"I'm doing you a favor, aren't I?" You slapped him again, above his sensitive balls now wet with your saliva, and he groaned, too loudly. "Huh?"

"I'm sorry, ma'am," he whispered.

You leaned forward, blinking up at him in a way that would look submissive if his hands weren't cuffed. Drake almost cried at the wet kiss you planted on his sore dick.

"Are you gonna cum for me?" you said. "Drain these pretty balls for me?" Another kiss, lower. "Isn't it embarrassing, rear admiral? Needing a pirate to help you cum."

"Just you," he admitted, closing his eyes.

"Just—?" Despite what must pass for Mihawk's teasing earlier, your eyes were wide with surprise.

"Of course, ma'am." Drake would seize this chance to tell you, no matter how desperate, delusional it made him look. "You have no idea what you did to me."

"Made you stupid, based on this mission you've failed." You were panting, on your knees, but still in control, and he couldn't say he never imagined being interrogated like this. "What was your plan?"

"C-capture—" Your devilish little tongue licked a stripe from his balls to his thick cockhead, and he stuttered. "Capture former Warlord Dracule Mihawk at sea."

You laughed, low and velvet. "Idiot."

And when you slurped your lips around him and drew him to the back of your throat, Drake knew you were his punishment for that hubris. You fisted the length that didn't fit, still longer than the width of your palm, and stroked his balls with your other hand. He whimpered at the grip of your tight throat, a vice rather than the sting of your slaps, and you let yourself gag before you pulled off for air.

"You still don't have a bounty," Drake said, and tears sparkled in your lashline as as you recovered yourself, still working him with your hands. "I was going to take you alive and hide you from Crocodile somewhere."

"Like a wife." With that, you spat on his cock, not for any lubricant but to show what you thought of that. "Is that what Diez Drake wants? A quiet life. A cumdump wife."

"No!" But he was lying. He'd never dreamed of leaving the Navy until the day he broke your heart, and you broke his nose.

You rolled your eyes. "Let's not forget our task here, rear—" The rest of his title was garbled on the hot, wet lick of your taking him again, with renewed purpose. Drake knew he wouldn't last with the visions from painkiller-induced daydreams you'd revived, of taking you from piracy whether you wanted it or not, filling you with his seed day and night, worshiping and punishing you like he doubted someone as austere as Basil Hawkins or someone as selfish as Crocodile did. Because you weren't real to him until now, just a beautiful would-be widow his mind turned like a doll, but the real you—

Was ruthless. Ate him up like the animal he was supposed to be. You had your own ideas of him and were unimpressed, but still swallowed his thick cock down your throat almost like you liked him, along with its load of hot, thick cum. You coughed around him from the sheer volume, but gamely continued to gulp. Some spilled out the corners of your lips, and you left it there as you smiled up at him, almost innocently.

"Better?"

Drake nodded stupidly.

"I said—" You stood and yanked the lapels of his coat harshly. "Better, rear admiral?"

"…Yes, ma'am." Inanely, he inclined his head, in a salute or a bow.

And to his bewilderment, you kissed his nose. "I'm ahead of you here," you murmured, tender for the first time. "Taking you away from the Marine. Aren't I?"

Drake couldn't help his smile.