#I NEED MORE NIGHTINGALE CONTENT

[mochiffon]

This was the first thing I thought of after watching Graecie

[an-eldritch-peredhel]

I’d love to hear your thoughts on what Eldritch peredhel entail

-@@outofangband

Sorry this took so long @outofangband and thank you for asking this I am! Delighted! And am preemptively putting a read more down because I cannot shut up about they <3

alright I'm just gonna put stuff and headcanons down as they occur to me so expect low-moderate levels of coherency

shapeshifting is an obvious one (gets weaker down the generations) but because my brain is Like This I have caveats!

thanks to my whole peredhil things=gender allegory that my brain spit out without my permission I've long struggled against my inherent feeling that while they can shapeshift they don't like it

but because I'm now aware of my brain's reasoning I can say it's because of ✨fantasy dysphoria✨

that's oversimplifying, obviously, but peredhil already have so much issues with working through who and what they are and compromising between body and mind and spirit that actively choosing to change into/present as something/someone who They Are Not is. Not usually their cup of tea.

As a whole they tend to have specific forms that they prefer as being closer to themselves, and distinct enough that it doesn't feel like they're faking something they're not

(changing to look like a different person, or a edited version of themself is Very Very not fun unless either explicitly for disguise or shenanigans)

(the exception to this is that Luthien can make herself look almost perfectly human without any real issue. she doesn't do it often but especially as she ages she likes to catch glimpses of her reflection and get both excited and sappy. this is in contrast to making herself look almost perfectly like an elf which makes her feel like her skin is on fire.)

(Also I'm pretty sure all of them can flip their agab presentation while only feeling varying degrees of off, and even then it's a different feeling than the shapeshifting dysphoria. Dior and Elwing are the two who I think mind it the most)

They all have the (agonizing to write) trait of feeling very distinct relationships to their species in their body vs soul/mind vs spirit/fea and they all feel it very differently! This isn't exclusive to Luthien's line but the maia blood does make it worse.

Oh! This is a new headcanon of mine actually but!

They all have faces that are very very hard to capture in image. They are the bane of portrait artists (and, to a degree, sculptors) everywhere because the art never looks accurate to life

It's not blatantly off it's just. missing something? Or something was added? maybe it's a little too wide, or narrow, or long, or short, in one place or another

It's not unrecognizable but if you've ever seen the subject in real life you can just tell

It's especially bad with Luthien (and Daeron) and Dior (to a lesser extent) because everyone literally sees them differently, as in their features will be slightly different depending on what each person finds attractive/aesthetically appealing and beautiful

(not a lot, again, it's not unrecognizable, but there has never and will never be any accurate depiction of Luthien as she was as a person)

(as a concept, though, as the most beautiful creature to have ever existed in Arda, a little of her image exists in every portrait lovingly made of a beloved spouse, every child's drawing of their family, in biological sketches of songbirds and field mice, in a sculpture of a stranger's face. Daeron remembers his sister perfectly, but he collects these regardless)

(Arwen, Luthien come again, isn't described as such by her grandparents. Galadriel and Celeborn both knew Luthien, and while Arwen and her father both look as closely to her as genetically possible, to those who actually know them both it's nothing more than uncanny family resemblance. Luthien was to most a concept personified, Arwen is a person with concepts imposed on her.)

The list of people who have seen Luthien how she actually, physically, defaultly is, essentially consists of Melian, Daeron, Beren, and Dior

Beren doesn't see her as she is right away because he doesn't know her right away, but they learn about each other and she shows herself and he sees her and by the time she rescues him from Tol-im-Gaurhoth there are no echoes on her face

(He's always a little bit haunted that he nearly died without realizing he'd never quite seen the truth of her before)

Neither Thingol or Beren can quite see their own features on their children's faces. They clearly take after their mothers, after all!

(This leads to much affectionate eye-rolling on Melian and Luthien's part)

Hair stuff!

It's alive! kinda! it's definitely not normal hair!

It moves a lot on its own. Sometimes like a breeze is blowing where there isn't one. Sometimes more like tentacles. It depends on its mood.

They've got some very pretty traditional cosmic horror vibes swirling around on their heads. It's very sparkly and colorful but in a Forbidden Shrimp Colors that your brain is unable to comprehend way so it reads as iridescent black mostly, or holographic white, where applicable

Luthien's hair actually is a glimpse into space, Daeron's is a glance at a star

(Luthien's magic hair cloak survives, I think, into the 4th age and beyond, though if anyone/anything has found it they certainly don't know the origins of the beautifully intricate living star map. It has seen the reign of countless north stars, yet the lines always point to the same coordinates- where the ancient, sunken, ruined remains of what once was Tol-im-Gaurhoth lay)

Speed round!

Fangs and talons and horns oh my! Are they tooth and keratin and bone, or are they petrified wood and gem and stone? Yes!

They all smell a little like ozone and a lot like petrichor, flowers, and Green. If you've smelled green you know what I'm talking about. Also, unfortunately, like bird. Birds don't smell great, especially wet bird.

Weird Foresight Powers++

(Most of them don't have actual foresight, but all of them are more in-tune with the Song than is natural for an incarnate)

Their eyes glow, most notably in the dark, unless the irises turn black as they sometimes do. They are also all unnaturally bright versions of the less-spooky parent's- Dior's are gold, Elwing's are blue-green like a tropical sea (Elured and Elurin split the color between them- ultramarine and emerald), Elrond and Elros have pale star-gold, Elladan, Elrohir, and Arwen all have silver.

(Daeron and Luthien being the exception again, because I decided they have Melian's eyes before I decided this, and I don't know what color eyes Thingol has. Watsonianly: Melian's spooky genes overwrite a lot. Luthien's genotype is probably much closer to his than her magically overwritten phenotype)

Their sclerae turn black and their pupils white, on occasion, usually when using powers

They don't bleed right. It's a little too red for an elf, a little too light for a human, and it shines strange as it beads like quicksilver on the skin

They have very shiny, cool skin. Luthien looked like her's was silver plate under a stretched stocking, the rest toned it down from there but it's still noticeable.

The Song is. Attached to them. They are all very much Main Characters. Their lives have a clear story arc with symbolism and narrative parallels. They are all subconsciously aware that their lives are a fairytale, whether tragic or no, and yes this has many Implications and affects. They are not the only ones like this, but they are the only ones who, to some level, know they are in a story.

This is the fundamental separation between them and everyone else.

The difference in how they perceive themselves between heart soul and spirit is very difficult to explain and understand, but not impossible to someone who knows them and is willing to put in the work.

The life-long knowledge that they are Important to the Song and their every choice and event they experience and their mere existence serves a greater purpose in a way that most other people simply do not- that's very, very isolating.

No one else can understand how they see the world. Very very few people are willing to try, and even fewer in a way that's not frustrating. There is a reason most of them find only one person to latch on to outside of their family, and a reason they hold on through hell and high water.

(This is about being neurodivergent)

[ambros1an]

hsr x gn!reader relationship hcs

warnings: penacony spoilers (2.0+), bug mention (screwllum), angsty (aventurine & acheron), ocd mention (sunday), slight dark content (ie stalking) at end in Sundays but it’s marked in red to avoid if uncomfy

characters: sunday, screwllum, acheron, aventurine

a/n: i feel like it’s so obvious i did like 2 of these a week later 💀 i need more Sunday content in game

sunday

❧ if you manage to get past Sunday’s formal exterior, what lies behind it is a complete “know-it-all.”

❧let him nerd out about the greatest books in the current and past amber eras. he’ll make sure to tell you all about the authors too.

❧if the two of you have liking books in common, congrats! he’ll bring you on a tour to the primal waking library where you can chat all about it.

❧sunday’s compulsions become even worse with you around. is his shirt properly tucked in? he hopes there’s no wrinkles, maybe he should iron all his shirts again. oh gosh-are his shoes untied? you don’t even notice this. he’s used to hiding his true feelings.

❧he definitely confesses first. he’s aware that his status can be a hindrance when forming genuine relationships.

❧ maybe afterwards he’ll let you touch his wings. he loves the feeling of you stroking his feathers. especially when those annoying pin feathers grow in. the biggest sign of trust amongst birds- and sunday of course.

❧ and obviously you always get free vip to robin’s shows.

❧before and after the “Robin incident” are two very different Sundays.

❧the after, is a very possessive Sunday. he can’t have you become like Robin. he uses nightingales to keep watch on you, to make sure you’re safe. he knows it’s unhealthy but he just lost his sister, he can’t lose you too.

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Aventurine

❧aventurine’s flirty facade fools most people. they think he’s sleazy and untrustworthy, and so do you in the beginning.

❧at first he talks to you because he thinks your reactions are amusing.

❧eventually your relationship gets too deep for comfort.

❧this guy will never open up. if he has feelings for you, you’ll never know. it’s not because he’s ashamed. it’s because he cannot comprehend someone actually liking him.

❧the only way he’ll confess is if you do it first. and even then he plays it off like a joke, something he can’t even believe. it takes a lot of button pressing to get him to admit his feelings.

❧aventurine is a very vulnerable person. he may rub off insults but they still hurt him deep.

❧the first time you hug him, he is baffled. affection has been foreign to him since the extinction event.

❧worming your way into his heart will get you even more riches then before. sure, he hands out money like nothing, but to you? that credit card is unlimited.

❧”what, that’s all?” he encourages you to spend.

❧brings you to casinos for good luck. not as if he needed any, but with you at least his hand doesn’t shake.

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screwllum

❧ it isn’t uncommon for inorganic species to feel love. just as it isn’t uncommon for organic species not to.

❧ Screwllum, however, hasn’t experienced that feeling.

❧ he sees the way organic species love in a way he hasn’t. as a genius society member and one interested in life itself, how could he not be interested.

❧ which is why when he starts feeling a fluttering in his chest whenever you’re around, he must get to the bottom of it!

❧ confesses instantly. he has zero experience yet remains so confident.

❧ immediately takes time out of his day to interact with you. in whatever way possible.

❧ it could be the busiest day of his life and he’ll still make time for you.

❧ he’s described as a gentlemen by his close companions. this means opening doors for you, taking you out to places, etc.

❧ sounds too good to be true. but it is true.

❧ his one flaw, if you can even call it that, is his love for all life. and that includes bugs! no smashing them on his watch! he’s picking them up before you even get the chance.

❧ if you like bugs, even better. he’ll gently pick them up and talk about them with you. the two of you can take turns.

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Acheron

❧ the first time you meet her, you think she’s a polite but introverted lady. she claims to be a galaxy ranger and you have no reason to doubt her.

❧ her blunt way of speaking leaves no room for questions.

❧ that is, until you get too entangled in each other’s destines.

❧ your first meeting with acheron, wasn’t actually your first. you’ve met her many times. every time though she seems not to know you.

❧ Acheron lies to protect you. just as she lied about being a galaxy ranger, she lies that she has no feelings whatsoever towards you.

❧ perhaps you remind her of someone she once knew.

❧ on some days, acheron traverses through her memories to look for you. she sees the hurt look in your eyes, but sees your smiles too. the path of a self-annihilater is a lonely one.

❧ ultimately, if you manage to convince her with words and actions that you truly care for her. she will put forth that effort tenfold. she desperately doesn’t want to be alone anymore.

❧ acheron is very protective towards you. if there’s a hint of danger, she’ll encourage you to take her with you. even going on her own to eliminate it herself.

credit to @/miau-meow-miau for first divider 🫶

[mytheoristavenue]

Tokoyami simps yall come get yall's lunch!!

Villian!Tokoyami x Villian!Reader who is infertile but still gets baby fever so he brings home orphaned children for you to car for. He knows your quirk pours too much love in your heart than even he can claim so he gives you something else to share it with.

You long to one day have a normal life with him where you care for your children and keep the house while he, your husband, works. But you know it isn't possible until he changes the world order to favor creatures of the night like yourselves. He promises that one day, this dingy old warehouse will be a proper home for you and his children.

Until then, he's perfectly happy to keep you content by robbing chain baby supply stores and bringing home anything and everything he can find to make your nest feel more full. 🖤

"'Yomi..." You whine, laying your head on his chest.

"Yes, my sweet?" He replies, looking over blueprints of an downtown orphanage in an impoverished neighborhood, rumored to treat heteromorphs especially cruelly.

"Can we cuddle? My love is overflowing and I need to share it with you..." you pout, ignoring his open arm, dropping to the floor and resting your head on his knee, nuzzling into his touch as he pets your hair. "Am I bothering you, raven?"

"Never, my pet." He answers, still neglecting to look at you. "I'm working on a suprise for you."

You perk up at the prospect of a gift. "A suprise? What is it?" You mutter the last bit "An engagement ring would be nice..."

He chuckles at your guess. "Not this time, lover. I know you get lonely sitting here all by yourself when I'm gone...how would you like it if I gave you something else to love in my place?"

Your heart sinks and you cling to his shirt. "Is my love suffocating you, darling?" You asked, worried.

"Never," he repeats, pulling you up into his lap. "I just mean..." He gestures to his plans. "Maybe you'd like someone to take care of..."

"A baby?!" You shriek happily. "You're going to give me a child?!

"I intend to," he confirmed, his hand slipping over your tummy. "And if I can't put one inside here," he takes his hand from you, planting it on the pile of pages. "I'll find you one here."

You squealed happily, standing up and dancing in place. "I-I'm gonna be a mother!"

"And a wonderful one at that, my dove." He praised, pulling you back into his lap, presenting you with a file. "Now, choose which one you want and I'll do my best. You have to help me make this place a safe home for a child first, though, alright?"

"Yes, of course!" You beam, skin beginning to glow as your heart swelled and you threw your arms around him, your love energizing him. "Thank you, nightingale!"

"Anything for my lark. I'd move heaven and earth to give you what you want. I know what you truly want is to bare my child but I hope this will keep you content until I find away around your quirks side effects."

"More than happy..." You sniffle. "I'm overjoyed, Fumikage..."

His eyes soften as you utter his given name, not his alias, not his family name, not a pet name. His first name. It was something you only reserved for special moments like these.

"I'll make an honest woman of you one day, I swear," He promised, nuzzling your cheek with his beak. "But until then, we will have a family, you have my word."

After sitting for a moment, letting you let out your happy tears he spoke again. "But don't think for a moment we're going to stop practicing for when I find a cure to your infertility..." he smirked. "We'll try everything in the book until your body accepts my seed... no matter how taboo it may be."

[heartofjasmina]

can i ask for an 18+ assertive pro hero!fumikage x fem!reader drabble? bonus pts if maybe you could include dark shadow? tysm. love your writing!! 🖤

Tokoyami and Dark Shadow are favs of mine tbh. Thank you!

::

People made a lot of assumptions about your boyfriend. Because he was polite, asked your opinion before making major decisions, and let you decide how you spent most of your time outside of school and hero work-- they assumed he was submissive and weak.

Because he loved gothic romances and poetry, and spoke in riddles that only made sense to him and Dark Shadow, they assumed he was weird and had no idea how to be a good partner.

Everyone was wrong on both counts.

As he showed you often, allowing Dark Shadow to manhandle you into whatever position they desired and held your legs open (they knew you got shy when Tokoyami got close to watch his fingers inside you and planned ahead).

"Beloved-"

"Hush now, nightingale, I'm listening to how hungry your pussy is." He spoke in a soft husk but you knew he was teasing you.

"You can whine all you like, sing for us. Fumikage loves to hear it too." Dark Shadow contradicted, his shadowe body warm as he supported you.

Tokoyami always wore rings on his fingers, heavy, silver rings that made his strong hands look even more attractive to you. As he fingered you the coolness of his rings contrasted from heat of your slick folds making you gasp and whimper.

"Need you, Fumi, Shadow. Need you both." You finally got the words out and you could see the satisfaction in your lovers gazes. It was something Tokoyami told you made both him and Dark Shadow pleased enough to chirp, treating them both as individuals in your relationship. ("Of course I would, why wouldn't I?" you'd said, annoyed to think of someone dating Tokoyami and not acknowledging Dark Shadow.)

Dark Shadow chirped softly in your ear as Tokoyami rose and climbed over you until you were sandwiched between them. His cock was long and pretty as it dragged against your clit and you made grabby hands at him, pushing your ass back against Dark Shadow until he groaned.

"You'll always get us." He promised as he pressed into you, stretching you open on his girth until you sighed contented. Feeling him inside you and all around you made you feel safe and free to bask in your pleasure. So you wrapped your legs around Tokoyami's slim waist.

"We love you eterningly, songbird." Dark Shadow echoed, reaching down to finger your clit until you panted.

Then Tokoyami began to move and time lost its meaning. All you knew was the pleasure building inside you until it snapped, his thrusts hitting that spot inside you making you clench around him.

His cum filled you up as you floated and Dark Shadow cooed as he nuzzled your cheeks.

"Shadow, Fumi, love you." You murmured smiling to yourself, your body warm and languid from your orgasm.

"Rest up love."

"Love you too nightingale."

[kurogane2512]

nsfw fic with possessive garofano x f reader

Ugh another one of my favorite women

18+ CONTENT

Game: Path to Nowhere

Characters: Garofano x fem!reader (Chief)

Type: Smut and fluff

Garofano was busy sewing the mountain of clothes in her cell. Every Sinner in the Bureau loved having their clothes or accessories tailormade by her, and she too loved tending to everyone's needs like a sweet mother. However, recently she had become too busy with all the orders and was cooped up her cell for most part of the day. Among the mountain of orders, she had promised to sew you a new pair of shirts and pants too.

In the evening, she was in the cafeteria having a cup of tea and taking a break when she spotted Adjutant Nightingale escorting a familiar person to your office. It was the Bureau's Supply Officer carrying some.... shirts? A brand-new pair of shirts for you? Garofano became suspicious and discreetly followed them to your office and peeked in.

"Chief, the uniform sets you wanted are here." Nightingale informed you and handed over the packets, "Please try them on to see if they fit. Your body changed ever since you took up the post so we made size adjustments accordingly."

"Thank you. I'll try them when I'm free then inform you."

Nightingale and the officer bowed then went out, Garofano hid behind the corner and pondered. "Didn't.... didn't I say I'll make new sets for her? Was I too late....? I have been busy with the other orders but I was going to make hers soon...."

Garofano's heart throbbed in discontent, envy and disappointment engulfing her mind. She slowly made her way to your office and gently knocked, "Chief, it's me. May I come in?"

You were in the middle of trying the shirt when Garofano knocked, you quickly buttoned up then allowed her in.

"Apologies for disturbing you."

"It's okay, come in."

Garofano gently smiled then walked towards you and eyed the shirt you were wearing.

"Oh, did the Supply Office send that?"

"Ah, yes they did. They insisted that I should have another set...."

"I see. Let me help you then."

You tried to refuse her but she had already walked close to you and buttoned up the rest then adjusted your collar. She seemed unusual to you, you had promised her that you would wear the set she'd make for you.

"This fabric..... it's not bad but could be better. And the buttons aren't that well stitched but they'll work. I imagine this would be good in the summers but you'll have to wear more layers in winters....." Garofano mumbled while holding your collar and you felt bad, you could sense she was upset inside especially since the shackles conveyed her uneasy state of mind.

"Hmm, and the sleeves are a bit too long. I recommend you to get some alterations, Chief."

".....Will you do them?"

Garofano was caught by surprise and bit her lower lip, "Do you want me to....?"

"I... I trust you the most with clothes."

Garofano looked away with a frown, "You should have thought about that earlier, Chief."

Your eyes widened as you realized Garofano was really upset. She let go of your collar then turned around to walk out.

"Sorry, I won't be able to help with that. I suggest you send it back to the Supply Office."

You quickly grabbed her wrist before she could leave and pulled her close, immediately embracing her.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."

Garofano was shocked, "I.... I'm not upset, Chief. Why would I be upset?"

"I know you are.... I promised that I would wear your clothes next time. I couldn't deny the Supply Office when they insisted so much, I planned to just keep these as emergency sets and was going to wear yours regularly. Trust me, Garofano."

Garofano's lips parted in a soft gasp before she smiled and embraced you back, clenching your shirt tightly as if she wanted to rip it.

"It's poorly made, I can't see you wearing this."

You smirked, "Take it off then~"

Garofano chuckled, "You always surprise me, Chief. I felt envious earlier, I thought I disappointed you and you didn't want my clothes anymore...."

You gently cupped her face, "I could never. You are the best seamstress in DisCity, and I'm so honored to have you make my clothes. I know you were busy with other orders; honestly, I tried to tell everyone to not burden you so much but everyone is smitten with your work."

Garofano smiled more then leaned in to passionately kiss you, her hands possessively clenched your collar as she kept pulling you deeper into the kiss, her tongue dancing with yours.

"Haah.... it's hideous.... take it off...." Garofano whispered in between the kiss as she unbuttoned the shirt and almost ripped it apart, though she was careful not to actually rip it. She then pulled off the shirt from your body and pinned you to the wall then dived in to kiss your neck, her lips planting wet and open-mouthed kisses on your skin leaving hickeys.

"They don't know your body like I do, each and every measurement..." she whispered as she kissed down your chest to your belly before you pulled her up and kissed her lips.

"Mhm.... C-Chief.... aaahn.... more.... more~"

Garofano moaned and you immediately picked her up to carry her to the desk and lay her on top of it, your lips connected the entire time. She gasped as you pushed her body down and removed her dress to free her breasts and cup them, fondling the flesh while kissing her neck. Her fingers lightly grasped your hair as she arched up when you licked her nipple and flicked the other, her body trembled feeling you pinch and suck her perky soft nipples and kneading her breasts.

"Mmmm~ Chief.... give me that.... you have it, right?~"

You knew what she was referring to, you were a little surprised she was so quick to ask for that considering she always liked foreplay a lot. But you concluded she was feeling needy and wanted you in her. You removed her dress completely along with her underwear and touched her slit, feeling it already dripping and inviting you. You teased her clit and vulva with your fingers to stretch and lubricate her more, making her impatient in return.

"Ngh... do you like teasing me this way, darling?~"

You smirked, "I'm just preparing you. Who knows, I may be rougher today?~"

You removed your pants then opened the lowermost drawer in your table and took out a strap on, then quickly fastened it and rubbed the tip over Garofano's slit. Her wet cunt coated it in to time and you slowly pushed inside, a strained moan leaving her mouth that turned into a gasp as you shoved in the entire length at once.

"Aaah!~ That's it! Mhm~ Yes.... yes.... give me more, darling!~"

You gripped her hips and began thrusting into her at a steady pace, initially going slow and deep then practically pounding into her hard and fast. Her legs wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer making you hilt to the base and ram into her with all force, her walls clenching the toy and you fucked her with reckless abandon. Garofano whimpered feeling you so deep and prod her sensitive spots, spreading her arms to hug you.

You smiled then leaned forward embraced her completely, her arms wrapping around you as she tightly clenched your hair and clawed your back, her nails forming scratches at your skin. She moaned into your ear as you fucked her harder now, the table creaking and all documents scattered unceremoniously. She pulled up your face and deeply kissed you, tongues interlocking in an open-mouthed kiss followed by her whimpers and hot breaths.

"Cumming... Chief... darling... faster.... Aaaah~ I love you so much!~"

Garofano's eyes rolled to the back of her head and body arched up as she released the moment you buried the strap deep inside her, her voice crying out in ecstasy. She then panted in your embrace and lovingly held you before kissing your cheek.

"I have a gift for you in my cell. Will you meet me after dinner tonight, darling?~"

[rainerioun]

𝖶𝖧𝖠𝖳 𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖴𝖫𝖣 𝖸𝖮𝖴 𝖥𝖮𝖢𝖴𝖲 𝖮𝖭 𝖳𝖧𝖨𝖲 𝖶𝖤𝖤𝖪? | 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖽.

— Hi! This reading is pretty straightforward and simple, but I tried to spice it up with other elements. Wishing you all an amazing week!

ORIGINAL DATE POSTED : MARCH 31ST, 2024.

HOW TO CHOOSE A PILE : The outcome may vary based on whether you receive clear messages visually or intuitively. If you resonate more with selecting a pile visually, trust that inclination. Personally, I believe the notion that 'looks can deceive,' so I prefer to take a deep breath and close my eyes, allowing the pile I'm meant to connect with to come to me. You might see the color of the pile, sense or hear a number, or simply feel its overall vibe.

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MUST READ + MASTERLIST | KO-FI

PILE ONE

Main Focus. Phoenix : Freedom from Suffering and Past Karma. Reincarnation. Nightingale : Fearless Voice, Speech, Communication, or Song.

This week, prioritize expressing yourself openly and communicating clearly. Release worries from past experiences to embrace new ones. Whether through work, hobbies, casual conversations, or anything else, you can offer valuable contributions for personal growth and the benefit of others.

Additional Focus. Step Away from the Crowd. | It's Not an Emergency. Material and Spiritual Prosperity. | Choose Wisely. Teacher : Share Your Knowledge. Teacher — Light : Ability to communicate knowledge, experience, skill, or wisdom.

I was taken aback when I drew two teacher cards from different decks, but it really emphasizes what I mentioned earlier. Allow yourself to unconsciously or consciously guide others. This might involve sharing experiences openly, teaching a skill, or imparting wisdom. This will end up benefiting you in the long term. If you're in a work setting, this could manifest there. If not, it may reveal itself in another form.

If you're currently pondering over a decision or choice, it might resurface later in the week. [ If this doesn't resonate with you, this could also form suddenly and randomly. ] Take your time; there's no need to rush. Remember, it might not be as significant as it seems initially. Approach it with a clear mind and stability, allowing yourself to make a wise decision without being swayed by others or external factors.

If Wanted, Balance Your Root Chakra.

Affirmations: I am centered and grounded. I am safe and secure. I have all I need. I am where I'm meant to be.

Try Using/Wearing: Smokey Quartz, Red Jasper, Black Obsidian, Red Garnet.

Activities: Go outdoors. Walk barefoot. Dance. Meditate. Journal. Ensure you attend to your basic needs. Engage in grounding exercises, both mentally and physically. Physical activities, such as jogging or exercise. Declutter your space. Listen to music or sing.

PILE TWO

Main Focus. Oyster : Patient, Secret-Keeper, Hiding Inner Treasures. Unicorn : Reconnecting to Higher Wisdom or Divinity.

This week, consider starting a journey of deeper self-discovery, even if it's just taking small steps. Nothing happens overnight. Allow yourself to slow down and reflect, practicing patience with both life and yourself. If you're religious or spiritual, try deepening that connection this week; you might discover the answers you seek or a kickstart in the right direction.

Additional Focus. Don't Sweat the Small Stuff. | Rise and Shine. The Waiting Game. | Authority. Family : All in the Pride. Victim — Light : Prevents you from letting yourself be victimized, or victimizing others.

Taking it slow is crucial this week. Rushing through life isn't the way to go; instead, allow things to unfold naturally for now. Empower yourself to let this process happen without stressing over easily fixable or insignificant matters.

For some of you dealing with family or close ones, let things simmer for a bit before diving back in. If not, perhaps reach out and say hello!

If Wanted, Balance Your Third-Eye Chakra.

Affirmations: I trust my intuition. I accept things how they are. I am insightful. I see and think clearly. All I need is within me. I trust in my decisions.

Try Using/Wearing: Sodalite, Lapis Lazuli, Sapphire, Blue Aventurine, Amethyst.

Activities: Visualization. Do puzzles or other mentally stimulating tasks. Do what you simply feel called to do. Pay extra attention to your dreams, and write them down. Get creative. Limit screen time.

PILE THREE

Main Focus. Octopus : Reaching, Yearning, Lacking Boundaries and Direction. Hawk : Watchful, All-Seeing, Messenger of Divinity. Golden Egg : Message at the Center of the Heart, The Unstruck Sound.

Taking quiet time for yourself is important. Embrace the peace and comfort of what you already have. There's no need to desperately search or long for something at this moment. It might feel challenging without a clear direction, but if you've been seeking a sign, consider this it. Pushing and rushing will only lead to a shortage of these things. Allow yourself the time and space to form them naturally, whether you're actively involved or not.

This is just a gentle nudge for a few people: if you've been contemplating starting therapy or seeking help, please consider doing so. I'll leave it at that since it's a sensitive topic.

Additional Focus. Reclaim Your Art. | Celebrate You. Light. | Base Chakra. | Financial and Material Changes. Fullness : Give Thanks. | Conundrum : Up In The Air. Rescuer — Light : Provides strength and support to others in crisis. Acts out of love with no expectation of reward.

For those of you who engage in any form of creativity, no matter how small, consider spending some time alone with your craft this week. You might find it brings even more clarity than before. Embracing the unique aspects of yourself is always a beautiful and necessary thing. Remember, you are strong, and any challenges you face will eventually fade away as long as you continue to love and nurture yourself. Trust that things will work out; sometimes, you have to be your own savior for the right people or opportunities to come into your life.

If Wanted, Balance Your Heart Chakra.

—The Root/Base Chakra card appeared, but I sense that focusing on the heart is more necessary at the moment. You can explore the other later on. If you're still interested, you can find more about it in the lower half of the first pile. <3

Affirmations: Wherever I go, love is all around me. I love myself to the fullest. I am worthy of love. Love flows freely. I feel my heart's calling. I honor myself. I live in harmony. I forgive myself and others.

Try Using/Wearing: Rose Quartz, Aventurine, Jade, Pink or Green Tourmaline, Opal.

Activities: Pamper yourself. Give love and help to those in need. Volunteer. Go to a pet shop. Do things you loved as a child.

PILE FOUR

Main Focus. Panther : Annihilation of the Unnecessary, Purging. Camel : Resourceful, Independent, Knows One's Self.

This week, take a more action-oriented approach. Be bold and productive—it suits you. Try relying on yourself as you tackle tasks and goals. Let go of anything that no longer serves you, that includes toxic people.

Additional Focus. Turn Back. | Connect with Your Soul Family.  Heart Chakra. | Rejoice in Celebration. Self-Confidence : Stand Your Ground. | Watcher: Be Your Own Witness.  Fool — Light : Fearlessly revealing emotion. Helping people laugh at absurdity and hypocrisy.

You need to learn to be your own support. Celebrate your confidence and embrace yourself. Remember, it doesn't always have to be rigid and serious—you can express this through humor and laughter. You can be a strong figure while also being open about your emotions. Connect more with the people around you in this positive energy.

If Wanted, Balance Your Heart Chakra.

Affirmations: Wherever I go, love is all around me. I love myself to the fullest. I am worthy of love. Love flows freely. I feel my heart's calling. I honor myself. I live in harmony. I forgive myself and others.

Try Using/Wearing: Rose Quartz, Aventurine, Jade, Pink or Green Tourmaline, Opal.

Activities: Pamper yourself. Give love and help to those in need. Volunteer. Go to a pet shop. Do things you loved as a child.

[sinful-lanterns]

I need to know about what sugar mommy Langley does. I need her strap/cock deep inside me

Sugar Mommy! Langley has Nightingale and Chief as her sugar babies beside you. When you service her, you’re also accompanied by Nightingale and Chief as they also have to service her (and maybe you as well if they want)

Langley is a sugar mommy who is very rough around the edges and doesn’t spoil her sugar babies that often. She treats her sugar babies more so as pets rather than precious babies (much to the other mommies’ dismay) so very rarely will you be rewarded for your behavior because treats from Langley are so rare. She doesn’t want to spoil you too much as you’d become bratty and spoiled, so she oftentimes edges you and breaks you into her obedient pet that is eager to please her with or without the promise of a treat.

Oh, and adding on to Nightingale and Chief being her other sugar babies, sometimes she will order them to sandwich you at the same time right in front of her. All three of you would be such needy, submissive messes while you try to get each other off, but all Langley does is smirk and down her second wine glass, content with watching you all struggle to climax without her.

She will eventually help you all out when she feels like it.

[prisoner-of-sin]

Wildfire [18+]

Zoya x Female!Reader

Warnings: Zoya has a dick, Rough Oral Sex, Blood, Sex, Overstimulation, Female!Reader. NSFW!

Requests: OPEN

I have received requests and I think you all for the amount of support I have gotten already! It means the world to me! 🥰 I'm a little slow with writing because I'm busy, all I ask for is patience as I try to get content out. Stay safe! 💞

"Chief, there is an incoming visitor." Nightingale's voice startles you, pulling you out of the blur of work. You lean back and stare at the ceiling as a long sigh leaves your lips. The night was soon to roll over, it was far too late to be having a visitor. Despite that, you had no urge to deny access to your office.

"Allow them to pass.." You whisper, running your fingers over the paperwork laid on the table. The words were slowly fusing together, the black ink becoming a giant oozing circle. A few more papers, that's it. You straighten your posture and stretch before slowly focusing on the task at hand. The more time that passed, the more fidgety you were becoming. The silent ticking of the clock and soft, cooling breeze of the air was stimulating you further. You huff and rest your face in your hands, bouncing your leg as you try to think of more noise to put on. The silence was killer.

You finally decide to stand and walk to the orchestration, letting the tips of your finger run along the spines of the albums. You carefully slide one of the classical vinyl out and start the soothing music. Your eyes close as the melody goes through your soul, easing all other emotions. A heavy knock draws your attention toward the door. You walk to your desk, sitting on the edge before enjoying the slight burn from the shackles. Zoya. What did she want at the hour? A spar or someone to talk with?

You don't say anything and she struts in like it's her office. Her blue eyes glow in the dim room, sending shivers down your spine as you watch her. She stops in the middle of the room and beckons you closer, in which you listen and hop off the desk to make your way toward her. Sand and rust, the smell that she radiates is one you grew fond of the longer you two knew each other. You look up at her as she reaches forward, her hands securely grabbing your hips. She pulls you in closer, as if she was protecting you.

"More work? What's next..mania outbreaks tomorrow? They need to stop relying solely on you. It isn't like every mission they receive is classified, making it to where only you can do it." Zoya whispers, as her lips graze by your ear. She takes a sharp intake before kissing the side of your head, raising her hand to keep your head still. Her lips make their way to your neck, once there you quietly moan and grasp her waist.

"No, it's not as bad as it seems. You're making it far worse than what it is." You mumble, slapping her sides gently. She chuckles and bites down onto your neck, resulting in you mewling and melting against her. You were waiting for her usual remark of: you joining The Legion. She licks over her marking and slowly rises, kissing your chin before hungrily capturing your lips. She forces you to back onto your desk, letting her tongue slip in when you gasp from the contact. She leans more into you and makes the bolted down desk creak under the force. It was obvious she missed you, touch-starved beyond normal reasoning. She dominates you with ease but disconnects from you just as quickly. The shine of saliva connects you both as she leans her forehead in close, resting against yours.

"The dark circles have gotten worse. Have you been resting?" Zoya questions, concern dripping from her tone. "Let me help, please. You will be so full of energy by morning, you'll be so thankful. All it takes is one word. C'mon just say it." She whispers, looking deeply into your eyes. Her hue has significantly darkened as her lips part barely. Her hot breath puffs on your lips, tempting you to lean forward to melt into her again.

"There's only a few more documents, only requiring signatures. A flick of a wrist!" You try to convince the woman towering over you, failing miserably. You lightly push Zoya, getting out of her confines before circling around your desk. Her hand lands firmly on your ass, resulting in you jolting and squeaking as she gives a curious squeeze. You had no chance to round the corner, her action has you bending over your desk– giving her the best view. Her arms secure themselves around your waist as she presses closer against you.

"Stop working. It's goin' to be there in the morning, keep all attention on me. Allow me to take away the stress." She whispers, licking over the shell of your ear. She enjoys the minor shivers you produce, her hands running over your covered arms. She grabs your chin and traces your lips.

"Open your mouth…" Zoya tries to coax you to follow her order. You blink slowly and lick your lips, barely grazing over the tips of her fingers. She groans when you move forward enough to envelope her fingers completely. She takes a moment to relish the feeling before pressing them onto your tongue, hesitant to push further back. You run along her digits and slowly hollow your cheeks to suck on them.

"Fuck …" She groans, moving her index and middle finger like a piston–one that is just starting. She grinds into your ass, the bulge of her cock makes itself known as the temperature quickly rises. She leans down and takes your ear between her lips; continuing the movement of her fingers. Drool slides down the corner of your mouth as your cheeks considerably warm up. You gag when she presses farther in, they retract as fast as they went in. She bites down on the top of your ear and licks over it to soothe the burn, finally taking a moment to turn you around–ass against the edge of the desk.

"Why did y-" You are cut off by Zoya smashing her lips against yours. She takes advantage of your mouth parting in shock, easily dominating you as she keeps your head tilted with her hand. You return the kiss eagerly, but not making an attempt to overpower her. Her free hand caresses your side, tracing over the familiar curves and the tips of her fingers dip into your pants. She proceeds to slowly ravage your lips as her other hand moves your shirt, untucking it from its confine. She effortlessly swallows your tiny moans, withdrawing when you start to struggle for air.

"Stop? My dear Chief..your mouth deserves much more than my fingers." She backs away from your body, after her hands move to your waist to bring you along. She rotates you and smirks when you look confused, head tilting to the side minimally.

"You go from lust to confusion.." Zoya reaches out, running her fingers down your cheek. "On your knees, baby." She whispers, making your knees jello. You drop, overly eager to listen, and she inhales deeply. You were always so obedient to her, it made her cock twitch in her pants. She palms herself once, her free hand hooking her thumb into your mouth. She pulls down her pants enough to reveal her aching length, slapping against her lower stomach. You suck on her thumb, tongue encouraging her to go in deeper. She bites her bottom lip, a faint blush dusting over her cheeks, as her dick pulses on its own.

"Are you ready?" Zoya pumps herself once, leaning her head to the side as she analyzes your face. "Open up, baby girl." She removes her thumb and her eyes don't leave you. You shift on your knees, opening your mouth for her. She smiles softly and brings her tip to your lips, smearing the precum along them. You raise your hands up, grasping her softly and replacing her hands, not wasting a moment to move your hands up and down. She groans and intensely watches you. You don't falter under her gaze. You place kisses around her length, coating the entirety with wet kisses.

You're now running your tongue around her tip, slowly going down her cock and not once hitting your own hand. You leave trails of saliva in your path, making her more fidgety as the teasing presses on. She starts to tangle her fingers in your hair, massaging your scalp while refusing the urge to push you forward. She shocks herself with the amount of control she's displaying.

"Look at you," She whispers, voice thick with lust. "Listening very well, treating me like a god and oh… " She moans as you start to take her dick into your mouth. Your hot walls and saliva prove a challenge for her, the liquid was already leaking out of the corner of your lips; she wants nothing more than to fuck your face and make a mess of you. You continue the movement of your hand, applying more pressure which occasionally squeezes to invoke pleasure noises. She releases her lip, smiling to give you a full display of her teeth. Her eyes strike through your soul but encourage you to take her further into your mouth, tip grazing the back of your throat as you hold still.

Zoya growls, clenching her hand into a fist as you slowly start to bob your head. You'd nearly pull away before sinking back down onto her cock, using your tongue to run along the underside tenderly. Once it would come close to your throat, you would swallow to apply more feeling. It leaves her breathless. She tightens her fingers, pulling your hair as soft noises leave her parted lips. She feels the familiar warmth spreading throughout her stomach. Your hand slides down her length and begins to fondle her balls. You spare a glance up at her to see her lower lip quiver. You start to feel her lust through the shackles making your cunt pulse in need. She notices the shift in your mood.

"Ah..it seems someone is more excited." Her legs quiver as she pulls you away. "I feel your lust through them. Shocking isn't it? We feel what you do and vice versa.." Her mushroom shaped tip exits your mouth with a ' pop' . You stay on your knees, awaiting her next command and it makes her smile.

"Don't be scared to use me, Zoya. I won't break." The smile Zoya wore slowly turns more sinister, the words you briefly mentioned sinking into her thoughts. She grabs her throbbing erection, grazing the head over your lips as she begins to talk.

"Open up, Chief !" She growls, the atmosphere shifting instantly. You gag as she slams your head down around her entire length without a single warning; she forced apart your lips herself. She groans as the familiar wetness of your mouth surrounds her once again, her girth settled into the depths of your throat. Your hands glued to her thighs, tightly gripping the fabric hunched there as your nose is scrunched against her lower stomach making breathing through your nose difficult. She pushes back your head, the burning sensation of air filling your lungs is as you gasp–in an attempt to regain your composure as small tears fall from your eyes.

"You're loving this, aren't you?" Zoya guides you back to her glistening cock. You place a soft kiss to her tip, moving the soft affection down her shaft before sneaking a lick over her balls. Her eyes reach the darkest you've seen them, the lust in the air is unbelievably thick as her hand tightens in your hair. The pain shoots straight to your pussy as your lips part from the sudden gasp that escapes them. She smears her throbbing tip against your lower lip before slipping back into your mouth slowly.

"You ready, baby?" Her question was soft despite her previous sinister demeanor. You rest your hands on the back of her thighs, forcing her forward and she takes the hint as she bucks her hips–sheathing her entire cock in your throat as before. Your nails scratch the leather beneath your fingers as your eyes water from the intrusion. This time, she doesn't hold still for a moment; she grasps your head to prevent you from moving and abuses your mouth–making you drool from the excessive amount of saliva. The moans vibrate your throat and have her knees nearly buckling under the pleasure.

Zoya loosens her grip, allowing you to have free reign on the pace. You allow yourself to relax fully, reaching up and wrapping a hand around her thick member; feeling it throb beneath your very fingers as she lets out a soft gasp. You begin to bob your head, hand following the motions before slowly letting her dick out of your mouth. You give a small lick to the tip and reattach your lips to her, shallowly moving as you precisely hollow your cheeks to enhance the experience. You confidently allow more of her cock into the wet depths of your mouth. She can barely bite back a guttural moan when her sensitive tip hits the back of your throat.

"You're doing s-so good.." She praises, head slowly leaning back as you squeeze and rub over what wasn't in your mouth. You weren't in a rush and neither was she. Your rhythm became steady as you sucked her off, occasionally surprising her with the entirety of her slipping into your throat. She is unable to contain herself as her fingers dig into your hair and her free hand swats you away from her girth, forcing your face against her pelvis again; it felt like it did earlier–heaven. Your eyes squeezed shut as you cry out, muffled by her cock, and you dig your fingers into the leather of her pants.

"This is what I wanted..you being such a good girl for me.." Zoya chuckles, bending so she can rest a forearm on the desk, so she can push you further along her length. The flexing of your throat drove her mad, wishing to fuck that tight area like it was supposed to be. She keeps you still as she pulls away until she is basically out and abruptly slams forward, without warning, filling your entire throat with her rock hard cock. She picks up her pace, brutally fucking your mouth as if she has never had a blowjob; you continue to choke on her and the excess amount of saliva. You keep your eyes squeezed shut as she stuffs you entirely with her length.

Zoya makes a mental to note to stay bent during this, it made it so much easier to fuck the tight passage. She uses your hair and slowly tips your head upwards more, moaning out as it becomes nearly too much; she was panting as her pace had slowly turned irregular. She refused to give into her orgasm so soon, she was still hungry for you. This was one of the mere fantasies she had and never told a soul. She couldn't see your face, but she was imagining the drool that leaked out of your parted lips–the pure bliss across your features.

The pleasure was too much! You beat every one night stand she ever had, it felt so good and was becoming easily addictive. The thoughts of her having you at her disposal at all times makes her balls tighten. You feel her length throb in your throat and she lets out a husky moan, pushing your head against her as ropes after ropes of hot cum coat your throat until she's drained and satisfied. She pulls out and straightens up before gripping your cheeks, not allowing you to catch your breath. She looks into your mouth, smirking as she sees her cum in your wet cavern. She gathers the little bit that leaked out and smears it against your tongue as you cough. Her finger lingers on your cheek, wiping away the tears that fell from your eyes.

"Going weak are we?" You breathlessly tease, noting the way her entire mood grew softer. She sucks in her bottom lip, biting it harshly enough to draw blood before she shakes her head. She runs a hand through her hair before madly grinning and hoisting you off the floor effortlessly. She walks to your desk chair and sits before she forces you to undo your pants enough to show your ass, and straddle her lap.

"Me? Hah..I am not weak, Chief." Zoya chuckles, "I think you are! The one who is so aroused, she can barely sit still." She whispers into your ear. You shift and try to rub together your legs. The heat between them was unbearable and you could feel the juices leak from your panties, you were beyond soaked. And from the short period of time, they were already flowing down your thighs. Her hand sneaks between the both of you and barely ghosts over the damp spot. She kisses underneath your ear, slowly moving down to your neck and finally biting down on the sensitive flesh. You buck your hips, whining at the stimulation between both areas–craving more.

You reach down grasping her thick cock, pumping it softly, exciting her. You bump her head to catch her attention and you capture her lips in a passionate embrace, earning a shared moan between you two. Her free hand tangles in your hair as the one between you slowly rips the fabric of your pants and panties, peeling them away from your legs to expose the prize she desires. Before you could gasp, she deepens the kiss and probes your lips with her tongue.

You allow Zoya in and she wastes no time dominating you, tongues dancing together in perfect harmony. You tilt your head while lifting up, allowing her fingers to slide through the slick folds, precisely dipping into you for a moment before going back to your clit. She swallows your cries and slowly abuses your neglected bud. She lightly pinches it before returning back to the small circles.

"Like that baby girl, if only you could be louder." She praises, both hands now moving to grab your ass and squeezing the soft flesh. You mumble some incoherent words as she pulls you closer to her, chest against chest, as she hides her face in the junction of your neck. She licks the salty skin as you reach between the both of you and line her cock up to your entrance.

"I s-still work after this…" You moan out as you slowly sink down. Zoya groans and bites your neck, drawing blood as her eyes nearly roll back. You let out a string of curses as your hips settle against her along with a dull ache from the bite. Her tongue slides over the bite as she tries to relieve it, muttering small apologies from the instant reaction.

"Y-you're done." Her tone softens as she lifts you and lowers you slowly. She kisses your neck and makes her way to your lips, silencing the gradually growing moans. Your legs begin to tremble as the pacing increases, your very essence drips down your thighs; you wrap your arms around Zoya's neck to hold her deathly close. You were already so close, it made your toes curl into your feet as you pant into the mouth covering your own. The way her cock was rounded, it consistently hit your sweet spot and earned an unexpected, mind shattering orgasm from you–one in which you nearly screamed.

She needed to slow down her pace or she was going to end so soon, she wished to save the moment of you clinging to her, being so exposed and desperate that you had tears falling down your face. You were a mushy mess, your velvety walls clenched around her cock and drew her in more, being the greedy whore you were. She decided against her initial judgment and kept her hips moving, assaulting the g-spot that made you shatter against her. You are squeezing her dick tightly, attempting to milk her for all she's worth as she accidentally sends you into overstimulation. You cry against her lips, trying to break away from the kiss to put a small distance between you both. The arousal was already burning deep in your stomach, threatening to snap at any given time as Zoya tries to obtain her sweet release. She breaks the kiss, uncaring if you were too loud at this time; she wished to snuggle against your neck, to hide away her flustered cheeks and gapping lips.

"P-please!" You sob, tugging on her hair roughly as hot tears coat your lips. "Come inside..I-I need you.." It became difficult to breathe, you felt your heartbeat against your chest and in your throat. The words of encouragement seemed to do the trick as she fucked into you with a new vigor. You arch against Zoya as the second orgasm crashes over you, leaving you utterly breathless as you screamed from cumming so hard. Your nails dig into her shoulders, making her rut harshly against you to get as deep as she could. She stilled as her cock throbbed deep inside of you, coating your walls with white as she steadily filled you with her warm seed.

"I love you.." She was breathless, all she could do was pepper small kisses along your neck as she stayed stuffed inside of you. She enjoyed the small whimpers and whines you are making while massaging her scalp. She raises her head and rests her forehead against yours, gazing deeply into your eyes as a warm smile flashes over your lips.

"I love you too.." You whisper, placing a small kiss on the corner of Zoya's lips. The amount of exhaustion settling on your body is indescribable, you wish to pass out on her without ushering anymore words. Her hands rub along your back before humming softly along with the classical music, the same disc she has heard multiple times. It was her turn to give you a place to sleep, she carefully cradles your face and guides you to her neck–chuckling softly as your head hits with a soft thud. You cared not for any clean-up at the given time, your body relaxes against her as you slowly drift into a much needed slumber. She glances down and chuckles, carefully moving strands of hair out of your fucked out face.

"Don't ever leave me, Chief."

[riddles-fiddles]

hello asdfgsjdldkl this is a half fluffy half spicy request, how would you feel about writing a fem/gn mc who is autistic, but here’s the twist (lol)—their special interest is kink/bdsm? maybe they’re a bit shy about it at first since it’s not exactly something you just TALK about but one day they somehow end up infodumping? with Lilia, Idia, Vil, and Malleus, if that’s okay? (bonus points for mc being a sub ghjkslahsksl) (also if you’re not sure about how to write an autistic mc that’s totally fine, thank you for your service /gen ajshsjskdkl)

I tried to write this based on how my ADHD brain works with my special interests, so I hope this isn't as terrible lol also since you didn't say which kinks you'd like to see, I kept them a little bit more on the generalized side. If you'd like something more specific you can request again. Anyways thank you kindly for this lovely request, I had lots of fun writing it /gen <3

Synopsis: the boys are very intriguided to know about your secret special interest~ Characters: Vil Schoenheit, Idia Shroud, Malleus Draconia, Lilia Vanrouge Tags: NSFW, smut with context, bondage play, master/servant, power play, spanking/impact play Notes: gender neutral reader (unspecified body parts), everyone is 18+, excuse any grammatical errors,,,

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Vil looks down on you with an amused expression as you moan and buck your hips up, searching for the friction you so desesperately need from his hands. You were pressed against the couch with your wrists firmly tied up on your back and your legs held apart by the leather belts, your dripping arousal entirely exposed and unable to wiggle too much, keeping you on the edge of your climax as you relied on Vil's painfully slow and light touches. It all started from one of Vil's fashion jobs. Being one of Twisted Wonderland's most beloved supermodels, he was offered to take a catwalk under the name of a high-end brand trying to test a new niche of clothing and creative display: a mix of kinky props and everyday clothing, with emphasis on office attire.

Vil looks absolutely dazzling on his violet blue formal shirt, sleeves rolled up his elbows to expose the shoulder-lenght latex gloves. A black leather chest harness hugs his figure perfectly, highlighting his curves and accentuating his proportions, his clothing, paired with the sensual makeup, gave him a rather imposing, bossy feel - the perfect face of a dangerous temptation, especially for you.

So much you can't help but unload all the little details about harness fashion you know about, about how they can be used to better pick on certain body parts, how they can be used for bondage and how you would love to try some on-

"Hush now, my precious nightingale. I love it when you sing for me like that, but…" He coos softly, his breath tickling against the hot skin of your cheek as his fingers came to press against your lips, gently nudging them open; a taunt and a promise of something more to come. "…I would hate it if the agency's staff came into my dressing room to find you like this."

Your eyes widen, suddenly remebering that anybody could walk in on any second, curious about the amount of noise coming out of Vil's room. As you slowly part your lips to welcome his gloved fingers, you hear a low chuckle of satisfaction coming. "Good puppy," Vil's whisper melts on your ears like dripping honey as his fingers make their way between uour teeth, playing with your tongue. "You deserve a reward for being so well behaved."

"Y-you feel so g-good, darling…" Idia groans in contentment before slamming his cock deep inside you once more. A shaky, devilish laugh rolls off his tongue as he watches the way you struggle to keep you hand steady, trying your best to pour some tea without allowing even the tiniest drop to stain the sheets.

Idia was the one trying to suggest new things for you two to try out - on his own nerdy, embarrassed ways. He was too scared to openly admit his kinks, thinking that maybe you could find him a weirdo, so he would casually comment about something like he was just talking about the news, or even pointing out something unusual on a character from some anime.

However, Idia soon discovered about the hype of cat maid cafés, and as he 'innocently' showed you some of the recipes and how you could pick your maid's personality, he was surprised to see how it had sparked your interest, his face going alight as you passionately unravel about your love for cute maid outfits and how you do own one. Idia wasn't one to make bold moves, but that was just too good of an opportunity to let it slip away from his fingers, so he lightly suggests to see you with it…

And now you found yourself full-on roleplaying. Taking in the role of a humble, diligent maid to your master, you faced multiple challenges as Idia reveled on your misery, trying to keep yourself composed while serving him.

Idia's fingernails dig on your hips, pulling down on the black skirt as he bucks up against you, low gasps leaving his lips. You need to bite down on your lips to contain a curse, holding onto the teacup between your hands for dear life. "So cute and obedient…" You shiver at his praise, his voice laced with dark desire, pushing you down on his lap.

You are surprised by his hand possessively wrapping around your chin, forcing your face to turn to him. Before you can mouth any sound, he captures your lips, making your grip finally falter, droplets of tea splasing over Idia's legs.

"Oh no, seems like you've made a mess… better clean it up quick if you don't wanna be punished, huh?" He smirks with mischief, his pointy teeth grazing over your shoulder threateningly.

You shudder in antecipation under Malleus' firm grip around the back of your neck, pushing your face down into the sheets. His throaty growl lingers over your body, leaving goosebumps under your skin. "Mine," Malleus rasps, his teeth sinking down on your back, leaving behind a perfect mark. "And I'll make sure everyone knows who you belong to." Malleus is very curious regarding everything that involves human nature, entertained by even the simplest of things. It wasn't uncommon to find him nose deep inside books, drinking in the particularities of the ones so exquisite for his fae standards.

While spending the afternoon with you in Ramshackle Dorm, quietly fidgeting through your phones and simply enjoying each other's company, he accidentally looked over your smartphone right in time to catch you scrolling down on a Magicam post about 'power play'. His interest is immediately piqued, intrigued by whatever it meant; Malleus points it out, interested to know more about it, and as you eagerly explains what it means, Malleus nods and hums in understanding, his mind working out on this new discovery.

"That's a very exquisite concept. Tell me, Child of Man, would you be willing to give me a practical demonstration on the matter? I'm certain I could understand it better this way."

You tried to keep Malleus pinned down on the bed, your hands firmly wrapping around his wrists to keep him still. Your attempt in dominance only the Fae Prince, who effortlessly turned you to lay on your belly, restraining you by the arms. "Looks like I am the winner of this little dispute. Shall I indulge in my prize now?"

"Easy now, sugar bat. If you tense up too much, it will hurt even more." A low chuckle rolls off Lilia's tongue, mischief mixed with tenderness etched on his cherry-coloured eyes. The paddle on his hand slowly runs over your warmed thighs, the sensitive skin shivering and squirming under the rough leather feel, teasing and threatening to strike once more.

"Back in my day, those devices were used as torture tools to coax prisoners into talking about their secrets. Now, they are used in intimate rendezvous to give pleasure induced by pain." Lilia giggles, an innocent smile gracing his lips - a very fake one. The glint on his eyes suggesting some sly, hidden interest, like he wasn't just silently reading the fanfiction you were writing on your phone.

"So, you're interested on the complexities of pain and pleasure, huh? Would you like to indulge in a demonstration? I'll be more than happy to lead you into this forbidden experience, my dear." How could you deny such a confident, tantalizing suggestion? You knew a lot about the theoretical thing, having read a lot about fiction or even health-related articles about BDSM and impact play. Despite being shy about it, you knew you could trust Lilia.

"You're doing very well, sweetheart," Lilia's whisper is sweet and reassuring as his fingers gently thread between your locks, a soothing gesture in contrast to the dry impact of the paddle against your buttcheeks, marking the skin with a pinkish colour. The leather leaves a stinging sensation, making you gasp and squirm over Lilia's lap. He leans in to press a soft kiss on your forehead, a sly smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "Only ten more to go."

[nyantodamax145]

I would love to host an Um Actually Arknights edition…

If you don’t know what I’m talking about Um Actually is a game show about nerds correcting and being pedantic about “facts” that the host reads out. Look it up I recommend it! It’s fun and I wanna do an Arknights version…

Like saying: “In the very first Arknights Event, Grani and the Knights Treasure, Skadi made her debut as a feared bounty hunter who Grani runs into on Grani’s quest to find the aforementioned “Knight’s Treasure”. Dubbed “The Walking Catastrophe”, the two eventually team up to achieve their respective goals.”

And the answer would be: “Um, Actually, Grani was there to subdue the bounty hunters that were harassing the village as a result of RUMORS about the Knight’s Treasure, finding the Knight’s Treasure is just a part of that.”

Unfortunately I am bad at lore so some loremaster would need to help me out if I were to do this

But hey if you’re interested here’s a couple questions for you! If you want to answer them, you must proceed your answer with “Um, Actually”. PS: You’re meant to be very pedantic about even the wording of these questions, so nitpick all you want!

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1. Shining and Nightingale are six star medic operators who excel in giving their allies resistance to physical and Arts damage. They are unique in that they are 2/3 of the Followers, a small faction that includes Nearl, and the fact that they are the only two medics who can provide shields to their allies which block physical and arts attacks respectively.

2. Bolivar, the Nation of Two Suns, is a nation based on Latin America. There are only four Operators that come from this nation, being Tequila, La Pluma, Caper, and Greyy. Caper being the most recent. Predominantly populated by Perros, this sunny nation has a tumultuous history.

3. Rhodes Island's Elite Operators are their top operators which include Pith, Touch, Sharp, Tulip, Weedy, Stormeye, and Blaze. In Blaze's operator record, we see that accepting the position is a very important affair.

4. Alters, while a constant point of contention in the history of the Arknights Fanbase, show the growth of an operator and how their characters change and grow over time. The first Alter, Kroos the Keen Glint, was introduced in Who Is Real (which was also the first Sui-related event) also had a Base skill which got more powerful as you obtained more Alters.

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If I made any mistakes, please correct me!

[cilil]

Fun times in Valinor feat. Melian and Dior

✦ I like to imagine that Dior did in fact receive the opportunity to choose his fate as well, chose immortality for the sake of his family and ended up in Valinor (may make a more detailed and less silly post about that in future).

✦ As soon as he gets out of Mandos he's practically ambushed by Melian who is overjoyed to have at least one of her descendants back, takes him under her wing and immediately adopts him as her replacement baby.

✦ She drags him around Valinor like a mother cat carrying her kitten (metaphorically speaking) to show him off to her Ainurin friends. Said friends, particularly those more concerned with spiritual matters and not at all familiar with incarnate procreation, are a bit weirded out by being presented the living, breathing offspring of a fellow spirit, said offspring being of rather ambiguous nature as well, but since the entire Ainurin race is based on everyone being a cryptid in their own right, they all warm up to him quickly.

✦ Melian teaches Dior to sing like a nightingale and other bird calls and he performs admirably, though causes confusion when he doesn't turn into a bird. She may also teach him Valarin so he knows when people are talking shit.

✦ Some Ainur are still confused by Dior being incarnate in general and try to encourage and help him shed his form. They need to be reminded that Dior was in fact born and raised incarnate, is happy and content being that way and that his incarnate state is not a symptom of being spiritually drained or otherwise unwell.

✦ Since Dior died young - even by mortal standards - Melian's Ainurin friends tend to erroneously assume that he's a literal baby. These discussions usually escalate when it comes to them refusing to give him Miruvórë and Dior wins arguments by reminding everyone that they have met his adult daughter.

✦ Wanting to befriend him and make Melian happy, other Ainur like to bring them gifts, usually something they think would be useful to an incarnate. Sometimes they're spot on, such as when they bring delicious treats and fresh food, sometimes their gifts are a clear reflection of their kind not quite understanding incarnates, such as half-torn-apart blood sacrifices and dangerous animals and substances. Melian doesn't react well to the latter.

✦ She's especially worried whenever Dior displays any sort of human behavior because part of her wonders if through some strange happenstance he will become mortal, in which case she assumes he might just fall over and die within the next 5 minutes (read: what her species of angels older than the universe sees as "5 minutes").

✦ Dior loves being taught "magic". Melian has no idea what he means by that, only knowing he picked up the word from Beren, but is happy that he's happy.

[purpleberiii]

Nuuuu, I luv you more (　＾Д＾), you give me some content that has me kicking my legs and giggling like a school girl.

Ahem, 3some with Nightingale and Chief?

Also I've seen some people suggested and write about Eleven having a separate channel where she is fingered and the chat is suggesting what to do to her.

Also Eirene (idk how to spell her name, I said Quinn last time) play strip chess, a.k.a the lower has ti strip a piece of their clothes.

Hmm, fucking Serpant during her heat or mating season.

Also some fluff for you.

Chief has definitely adopted every child/teenage sinner, like the latest addition to her ever growing group of kids is Eve. And holy shit are they cockblocking every sinner they can cuz why you trying to fuck their mama? Also helping Eve walk. AHHHH, when I played the event I cried.

I don't think its possible for you to love me more 🥱

Threesome with Chief and Nightingale oh boy. These two ladies over work themselves to the brink and need a relief. I can see it two ways, G!P chief and G!P Reader. Chief invited the reader to her office only to find a naked Nightingale ready to be used by you both.

Or Chief and Nightingale riding you with chief Riding your face and Nightingale riding your dick. The sheer pleasure these two will feel just by being fucked by you is inane but they deserve it after working so hard.

Eleven having a separate channel for her needs is a must. Since she loves her listeners, she'd obviously want to include them in her sex life so having that channel where the listeners can hear her moan and scream will be even pleasurable for her. Oh the chat will absolutely blow up with the listeners telling you if she deserves to cum or not. You will absolutely have so much fun with that.

I can see Eirene playing strip chess just for the fun of it. She'd be so calm and composed during the match, even confident that she'll win but when she realises that she's losing every round, and have to take off one piece of her clothing, she'll be so flustered and angry, liking it on the inside. By the end of the game, you deserve a reward for winning and your reward will obviously be the naked Eirene. Since she's such a brat, you'll have so much fun breaking her, fucking her, filling her up and using her.

Serpent looks like the type to order you around, even when she's in heat. But since she'll be so needy and desperate during that time, she'll have no choice but to ask you nicely to fuck her and you'll have the pleasure of teasing her to your heart's content. When you do decide to give in, expect her to be a screaming mess, while making a mess on your strap/cock.

Chief (you) did adopt all the little sinners, from Eve to Hella to all the others. You'd act like a mama bird, taking care of the little sinners and ensuring they are comfortable. Over time, they'll learn to accept and warm up to you, especially Hella. You'd also take it as your responsibility to help Eve walk again, even if it's not her directly walking, but you holding her up as you place her feet on yours and you'd take small little steps. All of the other little sinners will cheer her on, making her feel warm and happy. When you had a long day and finally had (a sinner of your choice) all alone, ready to fuck her and take your stress out on her, Hella would barge in, with a Confused expression as to why the sinner was on top of you. Frustratedly, you'd sigh and groan, following Hella to wherever she'd take you. Hella wasn't so little after all, she knew exactly what was happening and purposely cock blocked you.

[bittersweetimaginings]

Saw that you wrote for Alex DeLarge!! What if he had a girlfriend who was a professionally trained opera singer?

Shiny thing - Alex DeLarge x Opera singer! Reader HC!

⚠️Content warning: Descriptions/mentions of possessive, abusive and overall toxic behavior.

*These characters do not belong to me, all rights to their respective owners, this is just a piece of entertainment by and for fans.

Summary: You become Alex’s newest interest.

Reader’s pronouns: She/Her

Keys: Y/N = Your Name.

Recommendation: None(? I think…Consider donating to my Ko-fi!

Author's note: If you want to send your own request, please check the Disclaimers & Rules post and the MASTERLIST post to see more content and which characters are available.

It's no secret that for Alex, classical music holds a special place in his heart.

So it's only natural that you, with your talent as an opera singer, drew his absolute attention.

The moment he heard such a beautiful melody leave your lips... he was ensnared.

How could he not be? He just knew you were right for him. He had to have you.

At first, Alex would go above and beyond with his lovebombing attentions, more so than with any other girl, mostly because he views/considers you to be above them all.

Which, considering this is Alex DeLarge we are talking about, is not necessarily a compliment.

You see, Alex views most women he's interested in as toys he can play around with and discard, maybe even faithful dogs that must do his bidding whenever he requests something from them.

But you... you're on a different level, admittedly mostly for your talents, grace, and knowledge of music.

He views you as a precious object he needs to acquire, maybe a precious nightingale he's on the hunt for, and the only thing he can think about is how nice it would be to have you as his precious pet.

Even if you "play hard to get" or reject his advances, Alex will find any way possible to get close to you and eventually have you.

He finds in you a certain level of understanding he doesn't find with anyone else.

Who else can he talk to in depth about the good ol' Ludwig Van? His parents? They are too busy ignoring their son's antisocial tendencies. Most of the girls that fawn over him mindlessly agree to everything he says. His droogs? Georgie is an asshole far too concerned with himself, Dim a brute, and Pete... well, he can't even remember the last time Pete showed interest in anything really.

So he talks with you instead. Something that he surprisingly seems to enjoy.

He might constantly ask you to sing for him.

He'll never say it to anyone, but he really loves it whenever you sing to him with his head resting on either your lap or your chest and at the same time you run your fingers through his hair.

Like I said, you'll "enjoy" a "higher" treatment than most of the girls he has dated: He'll let you speak more and more freely, will tolerate a certain level of confrontation on your part whenever you are angry at him, hesitates more in involving you in his criminal endeavors, spends more time with you, is noticeably more gentle in his behavior towards you, more protective of you, and will think once or twice before behaving aggressively towards you. Like I said, mostly because he views you as a shiny precious thing.

But because of that very reason, he will behave much more possessively towards you.

His anger bubbles up quicker whenever he might spot you talking to anyone, especially any other guys, his droogs included (the dudes have even been instructed not to talk to you whenever you're with them). I imagine this being because deep down Alex might have a horribly fragile ego; losing you to another man will mean losing control and in turn a blow to his twistedly grandiose self-perception.

Given Alex's reputation and the fact that every guy that tries to approach you ends up mercilessly beaten, it is only a matter of time when everyone close to you finds out about your relationship with him and because of this, you might end up being isolated or shunned from your community.

Which sucks for you, but Alex couldn't be happier to have your complete attention.

But ultimately, this is Alex who we are talking about. No matter how extraordinary of a person you and your talents make you, ultimately for Alex you are still a thing, a shiny one, but a thing nonetheless, and there will come a time when little ol' Alex becomes bored with your tricks and chases after the next shiniest thing, leaving you broken and forgotten.

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[scarasun]

to love (and be loved).

fandom ; path to nowhere

pairing ; zoya x fem!reader

content ; fluff, flirting, zoya is down bad for reader, stuff gets a bit spicy at the end 👀

summary ; zoya doesn’t normally oversleep, but with the soft sunlight shining into your shared bedroom and the easy breeze circulating in your shared bedroom, how could she not spare a few minutes to cuddle with her beloved?

a/n ; ahh i finally posted my first work for zoya my wife 😭 i was short on ideas when i wrote this but please still enjoy! also please feel free to send in requests for my dear lady because i want to keep writing for her!

It wasn’t every day that Zoya got the chance to spend time with you. Usually, the both of you would go your separate ways at the start of each day, and when you returned home, you were just too tired to take anything further. Zoya didn’t mind at first (you were a busy woman), but she found herself growing more and more desperate for your affection. As it turned out, even the Legion Commander was needy sometimes. 

Eyes still sticky with sleep, Zoya rolled over, the bed creaking below her weight. You were lying on the other side of the bed, so close that if she were to stretch out her hand, she would be able to touch you. Your eyes were still blissfully shut even though the sun had risen a while ago, and under the soft morning light, you looked like an angel. Your lips were slightly parted, and she fought the urge to press a kiss to your mouth, fearing that she would wake you from your much needed slumber.

It was something she both shunned and admired about you: as the Chief of MBCC, you always seemed to work yourself to the bone, sacrificing your own basic needs to keep the organization running. She herself wasn’t one for self-preservation, but she knew lately you had been pushing your limits to the extent where she needed to step in. It didn’t take much to convince Nightingale to relieve you of your work for the day, and Zoya herself had cleared her own schedule to spend time with you.

What a hassle you are… she thought lovingly, her gaze filled with warmth towards you.

Almost as if you sensed her gaze, you began to stir. Your eyes fluttered open, squinting in the sudden light, until you met Zoya's stare.

Eyes usually sharp and glaring were now soft and serene, and for a moment, she wasn’t the Legion Commander hiding a bruised heart – she was simply your Zoya.

“Hello, there,” you said, voice still hoarse with sleep. You turned to face her fully, reaching out to caress her cheek softly with the back of your hand as she mumbled a response.

She shut her eyes, the sensation of your skin against yours making her heart tremble. Zoya wanted more – needed more – but her intensity was quickly quelled when your fingers traveled to her temples, running along her silver hair. She sighed in contentment, enjoying the simple sounds of the morning, until she heard you giggle under your breath.

Her eyes snapped open. “Why are you laughing?” Her voice came out more defensive than she expected, but you didn’t take it to heart. Your smile widened, and you leaned towards her, your weight supported by your elbows.

“You like it when I do this, hm?” You continued to play with her hair, brushing the stray locks from her eyes. She frowned up at you, but her eyes glinted playfully behind her bangs.

The next thing you knew, she had curled her fingers around your wrist, your own fingers still tangled in her hair. You released a small yelp as she pulled you down, your face landing flat onto her chest. Zoya laughed, reaching up to stroke the back of your head while the other snaked around your waist.

“Where did your confidence go all of a sudden?” You buried your face into her neck, heat rushing to your face.

“It’s not fair!” you protested. She flipped you over suddenly, making you yelp again. "You're lucky I fancy you. Even now I'm holding back quite a bit of my power…"

You pouted, your wrists trapped in her hands. You knew your lover was just messing with you; she was much stronger than you were, and yet her grasp on you was so gentle. That didn't mean horseplaying with her was easy though. Luckily, you knew of a way to make her slow her advances and melt like putty in your hands. 

You sighed, allowing your eyes to skim her body as you smiled faintly. "I love you too, Zoya."

You saw the moment her eyes softened again, and the cold metal of her gaze turned to a gentle ocean blue. Now it was her turn to pout. "So that's your secret weapon?" She released your wrists and bent down to kiss you, partially to hide the stir of emotions surfacing on her features.

Before you, the word ‘love’ was foreign to her; she only knew to fight back against the world that so desperately desired her downfall, teeth bared and fists clenched. But under your touch, her words and her deeds softened; never in her life did she think it was possible to bear her heart to someone without facing judgment. Sometimes it wasn’t easy to put into words, but Zoya knew she loved you. She would go to war for you – die for you, even – if it was the last thing she would do.

Her mouth moved to hover over the column of your throat, kissing the area where she felt your pulse beating steadily – before pulling away from you, much to your disappointment. She pulled you on top of her so that you were straddling her waist, and even though you were looking down at her, you could feel that she was still the one in control.

“You said I wasn't playing fair?" Zoya said, her voice hoarse with need. Her hand trailed from your neck to your collarbone to your sternum where the collar of your nightgown hung low, and you fought the urge to shut your eyes and lean into her touch.

“Show me what you’re capable of.”

ps: is anyone willing to send me zoya's voicelines if they have her? i don't have her (i want her so bad though) but i kinda need her voicelines for research purposes 😭

[dlartistanon]

There's a Liz CG in chapter 13 and I'm both excited and scared at the same time... Please enlighten us on what happened when you've got the time (っ °Д °;)っ

Let me tell you that I nearly jumped out of my seat when I first saw that CG. And let me tell you that Liz's expression was the second thing that gave me concern. I absolutely had to know what was going on immediately.

So, below the cut, I'm going to recap the most pertinent parts regarding this scene. Afterwards, I will reblog with my thoughts and commentary, and some speculation.

Shiningale focus? In my main plot? IT'S MORE LIKELY THAN YOU THINK.

CHAPTER 13 SPOILERS AHEAD

First off, this scene involving Logos, Ascalon, and Salus:

Logos: How far have you tampered with your… "bloodline"? It’s unimaginable that you are blood relatives of the Follower Shining. Such an outstanding person must always repent for your filth. (This is after Ascalon stabbed Salus in the neck)

After that, there's a conversation between Kal'tsit and Shining:

Kal'tsit: What's Nightingale's status?

Shining: … Outside the window, Shining sees Nightingale sleeping, leaning against a tree. Shining: Not good. Though Liz's state has never been more stable, the levels of Originium content in her body are rising, most likely even affecting her pain nerves.

Kal'tsit: This would not be a normal infection.

Shining: Maybe it's the sorcery devices that Sarkaz have set up on the battlefield, or the whispers of dead souls… I don't know. I can't tell her "I empathize with your pain." I really don't. But she happily told me yesterday that she hasn't felt pain in her sleep for a long time…

Kal'tsit: You're hesitating. You've been hesitating ever since you came back from the Confessarii alone. Do you remember the reason you applied to come along to Londinium in the first place?

Shining: 'To cure Liz'. Dr. Kal'tsit, I have never hesitated, even for a moment, about that goal.

Kal'tsit: Even without knowing the exact state of her condition, we all know what "cure" means.

Shining: What needs to be done hasn't changed… I know.

Kal'tsit: I trust you. The eyes with which you view Nightingale are not only compassionate. You're not the only one who's taking care of her, she's treating your fears as well. Nightingale may be physically challenged, but she is a member of the Followers, your companion, not a delicate flower to be protected. The secrets of the Confessarii are truly stomach-churning. But perhaps it is only by confronting the deepest of abominations that we can unravel the truth.

Shining: …

Kal'tsit: I know you're a little upset, Shining. But as we said at the beginning of our partnership, Rhodes Island will help, if you need it.

Shining: --Thank you, Dr. Kal'tsit. The blue feathered beast lands on Shining's shoulder, chirping. It was Liz's usual way of greeting her. Shining: … Liz is awake, I'm going to get her.

Nightingale then recalls a dream (or a memory?) that's very peculiar. Basically it's her and Shining when they were younger, holding hands and walking along a river and watching a bird, but then something strange and horrifying happened to the bird.

Unfortunately the next thing that happens is that they're ambushed by Confessarius and Salus in an attempt to kidnap Nightingale. Kal'tsit summons Mon3tr but Salus--from her battle with Amiya--is able to restrain Mon3tr. Apparently she was able to do this by performing rituals on herself and finding a way to cannibalize the Arts of other bloodlines. She also dove into Amiya's memories (where it turns out that there's a part of Theresa's soul/consciousness that's protecting Amiya still).

Kal'tsit: Mon3tr!

Shining: Dr. Kal'tsit, you can't move yet. Shining: I told you--you and I will only meet on the battlefield.

Confessarius: Oh? Then why are you hiding your sword at this moment? When you left home, you swore an oath to sever your family's bloodline, and I have longed for you to return and fulfill that oath. I gave you time, and you let me down again and again. We should have given birth* to the next me. It would have been the most ethereal bloodline in nearly a hundred years. Then Liz uses her Arts.

Confessarius: … well. Sharp, but full of impurities. What happened to your soul? Do you still think you have hope while you are away from us?

Shining: … Liz! Come back!

Nightingale: …！I won't… at your mercy!

Confessarius: … oh? You are truly an unexpected piece of work, far beyond my expectations. Even though it's just a body, can it still touch "me"?

Nightingale: Shining, now! I… I can't hold on for long!

Shining: … A strange feeling came over Shining.

Nightingale took the initiative to resist Confessarius and restrained him. The ancient demon clan, which had never seen its true soul, was now more vulnerable than ever. Bloodline. The word bloodline was vague, but at this moment, a long bloody crack seemed to appear right in front of you.

Shining hesitated. How could it be so simple?

How can it be so simple?

Kal'tsit: Nightingale, stop! This is a trap, he's waiting for your Arts!

Nightingale: ——！ Time slowed down.

Confessarius: You and I both know where fate will lead us, but the only one who doesn't know is this poor caged self. Contempt of blood and resistance to destiny are doomed to be in vain. No one can deny the heavenly principles gifted by our bloodline. I will do for you what you hesitated to do, create a gap in the cage… Come into the cage with me, and I will set you on the right path. Think through your options… [ancient Sarkaz name].

On the stone platform covered with dead branches, the white sword pierced the heart.

Shining remembers the first time she cried, how amazing it was, giving birth to emotions that she didn't expect. A new soul is carved and shaped under the sword's edge.

???: I have seen… your pain… your… tears…

Confessarius: Accidents always bring surprises. You could have stopped experimenting right then, but you couldn't bear to destroy the ignorant consciousness in that empty shell. … So you sewed memories into the empty shell.

Shining: She is Liz. She shouldn't…

Confessarius: It is your freedom to name your populated consciousness "Liz".

"Liz" was afraid of the silence of those across the long table. They meet to sit here and have dinner at the same time every day.

But the white-horned Sarkaz holding the sword opposite her had stopped talking to her, taking only notes. "Liz" is always asking herself, 'did I do something wrong to make her angry?'

"Liz" misses the fond memories of their past…

Liz?: I repeat the same dream every day, dreaming about us walking hand in hand in the stream when we were children… Then I flew up, flying higher and higher, but you couldn't hold onto me. From the clouds, I saw you crying. Every time I want to come back to you, I wake up in pain. I ache from feeling your pain and I want to share the burden with you. As long as you tell me why you are suffering… Quesasina.

Shining: …

Confessarius: Quesasina, the name means "hope that does not allow separation", our destiny. She blames herself for your moment of kindness, and she thinks all the fault is her own, this poor "Liz."

Shining: I have abandoned that sinful name. I am now Shining and will only ever be Shining.

Confessarius: Really? Do you think you can resist your family's destiny for thousands of years? I'll wait and see.

"Liz" held the blue feathered beast she rescued from the river in her hands. Her indigo feathers trembled, and the cold river water made her shiver. She thought Quesasina would be angry, but the sad Sarkaz just knitted a brand new birdcage for "Liz".

"Put it in the cage, and it'll be safe from now on."

Liz?: Quesasina, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to risk walking into the river to save it… but I can't just watch it die like this. I fell in love with it when your family gave it to me as a gift. It likes to fly freely, but once it gets too far away from me, it seems to lose its energy and always falls into the river… You said the same thing happened yesterday… but I don't remember it at all. But I will listen to you and put it in a cage. I will protect it. Please don't be angry. I promise you, such a stupid thing will never happen again.

Confessarius: The more fragments and lies you fill her with, the more confusion and pain she will feel. I uncovered the dusty fragments for her. Her awakening is irreversible, and she will eventually painfully disintegrate her rootless consciousness.

Shining: I won't let that happen, Father. I will put an end to our sins with my own hands, and Liz will be cured.

Confessarius: Then what? Isn't her regaining the truth what you fear, dear sister? This is the source of your sad hesitation.

Shining: …

Confessarius: I tolerated you wandering around with this container, and I tolerated you continuing to strengthen this fragile cage… Because I trusted you to love it with all your heart, and you didn't disappoint. Eventually you will come back to me with your cage. And you did. See, she even tried to imprison me to create opportunities to defeat me. Your rebellious love for her and her struggles against fate have sadly become another catalyst.

Shining: You--even using the hope she found in herself?!

Liz?: Shining? Are you here?

Shining: ！

Liz?: I can feel your breath, but I can't see you…

Shining: I'm here, Liz!

Confessarius: She can't hear your voice, we walk within her broken consciousness—the interior of the cage.

Liz?: Shining… there is a burning name and vague question echoing in my mind, but I can't remember it… Maybe I'll remember it when we leave here. I found myself able to share the pain of others to slow the withering of their lives. You said we would go far away to find a cure for me, and maybe I could cure others in pain on our journey.

Shining: …

Confessarius: The disordered and broken memories are flooding her, and sooner or later she will get lost in them. Perhaps she'll go insane, or will kill herself before that happens. But you already know the solution I taught you, Quesasina.

Shining: …

Confessarius: Draw your sword and destroy the bodies of your blood relatives once and for all. Our souls will be reconnected with your sword as a bridge, and you—will give birth. Give birth to eternal authority. This is a fate you cannot escape. Become one with me and nourish her otherwise shattered consciousness with the remains of your blood family.

Shining: … Liz, forgive me.

Shining clenched the sword in her arms, her hand already on the scabbard.

Confessarius: Finally, Quesasina…

From the scabbard, morning and dusk are about to pour out. But at this moment, a hand held Shining's sleeve.

Nightingale: Shining, I like your current name a lot more.

Shining: Liz…

Nightingale: I seem to have slept for a long time, lost in countless fragments. But I heard your voice, and you guided me to a place buried among the debris. There, I dug up fragments of memories… I still haven't remembered them all. But I remembered the question that should have been answered long ago… I forgive you. I forgave you even before you cruelly sealed my memories away… That's why, I'm angry at you for making these decisions all by yourself.

Shining: …

Nightingale: "Liz", I've always loved the name you chose for me. Don't leave me and bear everything on your own. We made a promise to get through this together—

Shining saw Nightingale's eyes and Nightingale's smile.

When Shining came back to her senses, the hand had quietly slipped from her sleeve.

Confessarius: A tragedy, but the ending is always fixed. Either you kill me and become the breeding ground for the next bloodline, or you watch me take her away and then drown in your regret. It’s all the same, sister. Quesasina, the consciousness of the cage has awakened. If you continue to keep her by your side, she will only evaporate and die like dewdrops in the morning.

Shining: …

Confessarius: I will take her away, I will help you maintain it, I will help you make up for it—I will mold the cage into a crown. Then, you will be, we will be… the eternal devil.

In the end, Confessarius ended up kidnapping Liz.

Kal'tsit: Operator Nightingale is a member of Rhodes Island's Medical Department, and we will not allow her to be kidnapped or harmed. But any rash move may put her in greater danger. After all, the opponent we need to face… is an immortal "Demon King" who has coveted the crown for thousands of years. Quesatushta. He who knocks on the door is he who usurps the king. I was aware of the threat of the Confessarii, even during the Tower of Babel period, and several attempts were made in vain. Theresis concealed them so well that people thought they were only the regent's bodyguards.

Shining: … Please don't worry, I know what we have to do.

Ascalon: You are calmer than I thought. What are you planning?

Shining: Liz… made her own choice. It's a choice that even I would never dare to think of. It is bold and aggressive, but it is the most effective. It seems that I'm always the one who's afraid of failure and dying… What I want to do, ha. It is to catch up with her.