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biteofcherry · 7 months

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Yours to have

Bad Moon Rising Masterlist

Alpha!Ari Levinson x omega female reader

summary: It's the ceremony of your mating with Ari.

warnings: mystical vibes of ancient rituals; a/b/o dynamics; a pinch of exhibitionism; slight breeding kink; primal kink; shifters; shifter!Ari; wolf!Ari; shifter!Reader; no bestiality

word count: 5.4k

Author's Note: This is a tad different take on the usual claiming/biting in the a/b/o universe. The magic is more at play here in forming the mating bond, not the actual biting. As you read, you'll understand what exactly I changed about it and why. Also, a person called godi appears in this piece. The title of godi refers to a priest/ess of old pagan religions, leading mystical rituals (it's mostly Old Norse origin, but here it's simply used as a term to name the pack's sort of priestess).

The little sip of black currant liqueur you took before all the guests gathered in the wide, unfenced backyard didn’t help easing the tempo of your heart rate, as you finally took a step outside.

The silvery sphere of the full moon rose above the treetops, crowned in a gold and reddish halo as if the goddess herself knew of the special celebration about to take place.

Both packs were present - or you should say one pack, as now your people were merged into one under the rule of Ari. People stood to the sides, making a wide path for you to cross toward the arch weaved of evergreen branches, where your future mate awaited along with the pack’s godi.

It was the redhead who stole curious glances your way ever since Ari’s pack started mingling with yours. What you saw at first as some sort of jealousy, because Ari kept his claim on you known right away, relentlessly so, turned out to be mere curiosity. Perhaps also a mystical knowledge, which a godi was supposed to possess.

Her name was Alara and she was going to lead the ceremony of your mating.

Times were modern, shifters tended to bind themselves in very human-style weddings, but the Alpha had to honor old traditions. Especially if he chose to mate with an Omega. It was a stereotype as old as time and as such was expected to follow the ancient traditions.

In the weeks leading to the ceremony you spent some time with Alara, who taught you every step of the ceremony. It wasn't common knowledge, though there were parts of it passed on through generations via spoken tales. Like you were aware of the fact the ceremony had two phases and only a very few, selected shifters would be present for the second part.

The rather primal part.

Tiredness should weigh on your tense body, since you woke before dawn, but the anticipation and shot of excitement kept you fully energized. The early morning was part of tradition, as well. You walked into the woods with the first rays of sun to gather greens for the wreaths you were going to weave for yourself and your mate.

Mugwort, chamomile, wild ferns, St. John’s wort and a few twigs of juniper. You wore yours on your head as you slowly crossed through the backyard. In your hands you carried the twin wreath for Ari.

You were going to crown him with it, as a symbol of you choosing him to be yours. Later, when the second part of the ceremony started, he would take yours off of your head, as a symbol of taking your nonexistent virginity.

It was laughable, if you were cynically honest. Neither did you choose Ari, not really, nor were you a virgin. Not for a long time.

Something that Ari didn’t seem to care about.

Like he didn’t care that you were much older than overly fertile young women he could have chosen from. A small part of you found it quite pleasing, that he didn’t chase after girls half his age, but voiced his interest in you - someone who was merely a few years younger than him.

You walked barefoot, your simple white dress flowing around your ankles. It was no point in buying an actual, elegant wedding dress, considering you wouldn’t be wearing it for long once you got to the second part of the ceremony.

You wore no undergarments either.

You didn’t think Ari’s aware of that fact, but the way his gaze slid up your body as you approached him suggested he might be.

Then his eyes settled on your face and a certain lightness seemed to turn his irises aglow. There was seriousness and respect for the traditions carved onto his handsome face, but his mouth curved at the corners slightly, soothing and encouraging you.

Ari was barefoot, just like you; wearing elegant, linen pants and white shirt that was buttoned only halfway up.

It was so characteristic of him, you noticed. Over the weeks leading to your mating you’ve had enough opportunities to spend time with Ari - usually not out of your own volition, but because he was crossing into your space and inviting himself over. And most of the time at least two top buttons of his shirts were undone.

You wondered if it was some poor style choice, or if he ran so hot that he needed them unbuttoned.

Those thoughts invited others, more brazen. If he’d walk around the house without a shirt? If he slept naked? Questions you tried to convince yourself you didn’t care for, but which you’d very soon learn the answers to.

You stopped in front of Ari, lifting the wreath in your hands for him to admire. When he bowed his head, you put it on him. A startling flutter to your heart sprinkled warmth through your limbs as you looked at him crowned with a wreath you weaved.

Lanterns cast amber glow across your bodies as you placed your hands in Ari’s. It was neither their warmth, nor the evening’s sweet dispersing incalescence, but a simmer of heat ignited in your belly when you touched him.

Ever since he marked you with his cum, feeding you a dollop of it, it seemed your body attuned to his closeness with growing hunger.

You tried not to imagine how worse it could get once he fully claimed you.

Alara bound your hands with colorful ribbons; each for a different vow you spoke. Then she lifted an ornamental chalice, filled with sweetly smelling mead and a pinch of herbs.

With your hands bound, both you and Ari carefully took the chalice. He lifted it to your lips first. Pleasant thickness of it coated your tongue and slid down your throat, leaving a burning sensation that only spurred the fire in your belly.

In the books regarding mating ceremonies you read about a particular ingredient that used to be added to wine or mead for the bride to drink. According to Alara that hasn’t been done in at least a century and you really hoped she was truthful. It would be really disgusting if you were made to drink Ari’s cum in front of everyone, even if it was only a splash of it.

Apparently it used to be added to strengthen the bride’s desire for her mate.

You knew it would work. You still remembered how your body responded to the taste of Ari when he caught you.

You tipped the chalice slightly when it was Ari’s turn to take a sip; his eyes a glowing blue that seared through you as he held your gaze over the rim.

With your hands still bound, Ari pulled you forward. He took your mouth in a bold kiss that burned stronger than the rich alcohol you just consumed. Loud cheers resounded around, but were faded compared to the pounding of your own blood rushing through vessels as you melted under the demand of Ari’s lips.

There was amusement and giggles as you and Ari worked your hands free of the bindings. No scissors or claws could be used to cut through them, you had to work the knots together. Then the bundle of colorful ribbons was placed in a small, carved box.

You gasped in surprise - the sound dispersing on your palate - when Ari kissed you again.

Hands completely free, he grabbed you fully, dipping you backwards as his tongue dipped between your lips. The chorus of applause included a few howls.

You felt a little dizzy (and a lot hot) when Ari pulled back. If not for his arm loosely wrapped around your middle, you may have swayed. Eyes glazed, though you weren’t certain if it was due to the potent mead, or the reality of mating Ari hitting you suddenly; you stared up at him.

With the spark in his iridescent irises, you sensed he was equally excited for the next part as you were terrified of it.

But your fear didn’t make you flee; not this time, at least. It was that kind of fear that lured to follow into the darkness and experience the thrill of being consumed. Curiosity and apprehension combined into an addictive kind of sensation.

Was it why you felt that spark of arousal whenever you ran away and Ari gave chase?

The first thought making you run could be of rebellion, of trying to free yourself of the Alpha’s clutches. But the chase made it into heady titillation.

The unknown of the mystical, sacred part of the ceremony spiked that fear, but the aspect of doing it with Ari - whatever raw, dirty act it would be - heated your body in anticipation.

Alara addressed the gathered people, calling upon them to feast in joy for your union. Then she took one of the lanterns and led a small procession deep into the woods. Five other shifters fell into step behind her - three of Ari’s pack and two of yours. Chosen for their hierarchy in the pack, they were granted great honor to be witnesses to the second part of the ceremony.

Though you briefly wondered, if Dante wasn’t asked to do it also as some sort of twisted power play. He was a member of your old pack and it seemed Ari respected his knowledge, experience and dedication to protect people. However, there was no doubt Ari would have learned that you and Dante used to date.

It ended more than three years ago, the two of you remaining somewhat friendly if distanced. But male shifters tended to be extremely possessive. Ari was borderline so. It wouldn’t surprise you if the honor to participate in your ceremony wasn’t also Ari’s way of emasculating Dante in case he harbored any lustful thoughts of you.

Ari’s fingers intertwined with yours as you followed Alara through the darkness of the woods. The lantern was merely symbolic, as your shifter senses allowed all of you to move through the night quite easily.

When you reached a wide clearing, the five shifters spread around, taking positions in a spread semi-circle. Alara led you forward to the middle of the meadow where a few items had been prepared in advance.

“You shall undress each other, so the Moon can bathe you in her glow,” Alara’s voice was soft and melodic, her lips curved in a gentle smile, but her eyes were sharp and wild. Gold swirls painted on her face seemed to pulse with life.

Breath hitched in your throat when Ari’s hands smoothed along your shoulders, the straps of your dress easily giving in as he pushed them off. Leaning close, he reached behind you and unzipped the short zipper of your dress, then pulled the delicate fabric off your body.

Trying not to think of being completely naked in front of him - and in front of five other shifters! - you unbuttoned his shirt, one small button after another. Your fingers itched to explore the expanse of Ari’s chest, but you stifled that craving and managed to touch as little of his skin as possible as you pushed the shirt off his shoulders.

Staring at his chest, you popped the button of his pants open and lowered the zipper. You couldn’t make yourself look Ari into the eyes, fearing to see the heat in them and perhaps a sense of dark, lustful victory.

It was better not to peek down, too. The glimpse of Ari’s cock you got when he came all over you after he caught you in the woods was enough of torment in the past few weeks; tempting your body into overdrive as you dreamt of it.

You stepped away from the pile of clothes and faced each other. Heart pounding in your chest, you finally lifted your gaze to Ari’s face. Without Alara’s prompting, as if he knew each step of the ceremony by heart, Ari took off his wreath and placed it at godi’s feet.

Then he reached for your wreath. In a slow, gentle move, he took it off.

It was only a symbol, one you previously rolled your eyes at, but the moment Ari’s fingers gripped the green weaves and deprived you of them, a light, pleasant sting pierced your core.

Your wreath was offered at Alara’s feet as well; the godi served as a conduit of the Moon goddess.

“Shift.” The command was simple, unyielding enough that you didn’t protest, even though you were surprised by it.

When Alara taught you stages of the ceremony, she didn’t mention letting your wolf out. You hesitated only a few seconds, before you gave in to the pull itching beneath your skin. For a split of a second you got to admire Ari’s wolf with your human eyes, then you were seeing him through your wolf’s.

You were a streak of silver, light coloring that some of your former partners expressed to be the moonlight itself crushed into fur. Though you weren’t the smallest of wolves, placing yourself as rather average among shifters, you seemed tiny compared to Ari’s wolf.

Your Alpha was a beast of fairy tales. So big and domineering. His thick fur was a spectrum of bronze, with some streaks glinting gold, some reddish, the tip of his tail as dark as black.

In that moment it hit you how perfect of a predator he was. As a human you noticed his scent that blended him so easily with the forest - pine and moss and resin. His wolf form blended into the woods even deeper, allowing him to gain the upper hand in any season, any part of the land.

Ari’s paw dug into soil as he made a move toward you. Something flicked through your hindbrain, or perhaps it was your human side all along, but you suddenly felt the need to bolt.

To tease him, maybe. Or perhaps you couldn’t suppress that remnant of rebellion against this union.

Your wolf barely managed to turn around and start forward when Ari leaped. The massive wolf crushed you to the ground, your wolf yipping as he trapped you beneath him. Then his jaw locked on your neck, sharp teeth piercing enough to be a warning.

A shudder rippled through you, your head dropping down in submission. Ari snarled and for a moment you found yourself scrambling to understand what he wanted. But your wolf knew. With another pitiful yip she went lax, surrendering completely. A lick of approval soothed the spot where his fangs nipped you.

Slowly, Ari eased back. You remained in your position, not daring yet to move. Then suddenly a low growl of his reverberated through your bones.

It yanked on that shifter thread inside you, forcing an immediate shift.

Never before had anything like it happened, it was always your own volition to change into wolf form and back into human. And Ari just proved to you how much power he held.

Alphas supposedly possessed that ability - to force any shifter into immediate change, but you never saw Dimitri do it to anyone. You didn’t think Ari’s done it to scare you, or belittle you in any way, rather you felt it as his help to guide you into the next step of the ceremony.

Yet it still elicited a scary realization, how truly he could overpower you. If you ever ran away in your wolf form, he could command your immediate shift into human and gain more advantage.

Ari gently helped you up onto your feet, having shifted into human form himself. The care and respect he showed contrasted with the display of raw power.

Your gaze shifted to Alara, a glint of offense at not being prepared for that part of the proceedings. She only smiled as she beckoned the two of you closer.

“The wolf’s submission had to be natural, had to be earned,” she explained. “If I warned you of it, then it could provoke you to either fake it, or fight it just out of spite.”

You wouldn’t tell her that you felt your wolf submit to Ari weeks ago, when he tackled you to the ground after chasing you through the woods. The bitch gave in then.

Alara picked a bowl filled with sweet scented mixture. Linden honey, cloves, lovage and crushed cranberries for the red color. She lifted it up to the sky, muttering a string of blessings, or spells, or whatever curse. Then she lowered it towards Ari.

“Under the Moon’s keen eye, brand what’s yours to have.”

She held the bowl as Ari dipped his hand in the mixture. He marked a spot on your temple first. Then smeared the honey across your mouth. Your lips parted, letting the sweet taste in. And letting a little gasp out when Ari’s hand left streaks of sticky concoction across your breasts.

You couldn’t tear your gaze away from Ari’s eyes when he dipped both his hands for more mixture and then splayed one on your ass and his other palm over your abdomen.

He crouched down to better drive his fingers up the inside of your thigh and then along the juncture in your hip, before ending the sweet swirl in the thatch of your hair right above your softly pulsing clit.

Each streak he painted on your naked body seemed to seep into your skin and feed to the fire already burning you with need.

A thought to chase Ari’s fingers with your mouth, to suck them clean so he could slip them into your wet pussy, flashed in your mind. It was Alara’s voice addressing you that stopped you from making a fool of yourself.

“Under the Moon’s keen eye, brand what’s yours to have.” She tipped the bowl your way.

Fingers dripping with red stained honey, you reached up to touch Ari’s temple. When you brushed your fingertips across his mouth, you almost pouted in disappointment he didn’t nip at any of your digits.

Focusing on regulating your breath, so you didn’t pant, you used both of your hands to mark Ari’s huge biceps. Then, just because you were getting needy and annoyed with yourself because of that, you scratched his chest a bit as you smeared the mixture across his pectorals.

Perhaps you saw it in the way Ari’s eyes darkened, or maybe it was already the bond building between the two of you, but you felt certain that he liked when you scratched him.

Your eyes followed the line your fingers drew along the thatch of hair leading down Ari’s belly and lower. Scooping more honey from the bowl, you knelt at Ari’s feet and dragged both hands up his muscular legs, until you gripped his ass.

Your breath quickened as you stared at the half-hard cock rising toward Ari’s belly. Slowly, you swiped your hands from the back of his thighs to the front, using all of your melting will to not taste him right away.

Instead, you boldly looked up. Ari’s pupils were blown wide as he stared at you - on your knees, lips inches away from his cock, about to mark it as a part of him for you to have. Holding his gaze, you wrapped your fingers around him.

If it wasn’t for Ari’s self restraint, you probably would follow the instinct, the hunger tempting you to move your hand and start what would inevitably happen in a few minutes anyway. After all, sex was the culmination of the ceremony. But Ari’s own fingers gently caught your wrist.

He helped you up. Again that night.

For as amused as she had to be, Alara didn’t spare you a knowing, mocking look. She put the bowl away and picked another dish. This one a simple terracotta pot, bearing marks of time.

“For Nature, the Mother of us all,” Alara intoned, “make a pledge to the earth to show your readiness to fall in with the cycle.”

Ari knelt down and started digging with his bare hands while you filled both hands with seeds and flower bulbs from the terracotta pot. Kneeling on the ground as well, you planted them in the furrow created by Ari. Then both of you covered the seeds with soil, your hands joined as you did so.

You washed your hands in the bassinet with fresh water that Alara placed beside you. She poured into it what was left of the honey mixture, then dipped a small bouquet of ferns in it and used them to sprinkle the mixture over you and Ari.

“Blessed be this union!” Alara bellowed, hands stretched high toward the night sky. “Moon, our goddess! As you cast your light upon your favored, embrace his mate. Through the eyes of the witnesses gathered here, watch as they seal their claim on each other.”

Arms slowly dropping, Alara stared at you as she took a few steps backwards. Silence stretched in tense anticipation.

It dawned on you then. That was the most important part. The culmination.

And there were people around, about to witness your coupling.

Ari’s hand cupped your chin, preventing you from looking anywhere else but him. No one else should matter now. No other shifter, no woodland creature, nor the stars peppering the sky. There was only your mate.

He tilted your head back slightly and leaned in. Tip of Ari’s tongue flicked against your bottom lip, licking off the sweetness. Lips trailed sticky kisses across your cheek, until his breath tickled the shell of your ear.

“You’re ready, little Omega,” he purred, slipping a hand between your thighs.

At the bold touch of his fingers spreading your slick folds, your hands flew to Ari’s shoulders. Fingernails of your right hand needled his skin, while you gripped a fistful of his hair with the other.

“You’re already mine,” he sounded more than pleased; he sounded drunk on victory after months of chase. “But I’ll pound it into your tight pussy, so you feel that bond with every step.”

He growled in satisfaction as you moaned, rocking your hips into his hand. He stretched you with a firm stroke of his fingers, driving in two at once and pressing the heel of his palm into your clit.

Gripping the back of your neck with his other hand, Ari kept pumping his fingers and curling them until your juices were spilling over his palm.

“Ask me!” He demanded, licking off more of the honey around your mouth.

“Alpha,” your voice was raspy and breathy, “fuck me! Knot me. Claim me!”

It was only your heart soaring and fluttering like a hummingbird trapped in grip, though it felt as if the earth itself shuddered beneath you from the force and heat of Ari’s kiss.

Perhaps there were more potent, illegal roots added to the mead Alara made you drink earlier, or to the honey mixture that soaked your bodies. Or maybe it was the vowed bond that grew taut and intense in its demand to be fulfilled in the most primal way.

Whatever spurred it, made you desperate. Needy. Your mouth opened pliant to Ari’s, ready to swallow whatever he fed you, ready to offer pleasure in return. Your hands roamed over his body; touching and squeezing and scratching.

When he eased his fingers out of your fluttering cunt, you almost whined in protest. But then he was gripping your hips and flipping you onto your hands and knees.

Your hindbrain took over, the wolf bitch coming to the surface just beneath your human skin. But it wasn’t only the wolf side that craved the warmth of Ari’s thighs pressing against the back of yours. Your human side wanted it to. The woman who resisted his claim was eager to bend forward and offer herself.

One of Ari’s big hands gripped your hip, the other moved between your bodies to guid the tip of his cock into your entrance.

With a broad lick up your spine, Ari laid his weight above you. He nipped the nape of your neck, more playful than he did in his wolf form, and you instinctively followed the unspoken command. You stretched your arms forward and dipped your upper body low, cheek pressed to the ground.

“Good little Omega,” Ari purred, kissing your neck.

A loud cry spilled from your lips, resounding through the clearing, maybe through the whole forest, when Ari sheathed himself inside you in one stroke.

He paused. To relish in the feeling, or to give you a moment to adjust - if it was the latter, you didn’t think it would help. Ari wasn’t some monstrous beast to have a dick you couldn’t take. It was impressive, but in very reasonable size. And yet, something about it made you quiver in fear (and excitement) of being split in half.

The first languid thrusts drew moans from both of you. Ari drove deep on each push, forcing your pussy to give up completely and nudging your cervix on a few passes. Then his pace increased, his filled heavy sack slapping against your clit.

Rough fingers dug into your hip, undoubtedly leaving bruises that would bloom later. His other hand roamed below your body, squeezing your breasts, teasing your belly. Ari’s mouth was in constant movement along your neck and shoulders: kissing and licking, teeth grazing your skin in a prelude to the bite.

You pushed up against him eagerly; the embarrassment at the sound of the skin slapping and wetness squelching on each thrust burned away. You didn’t care! Didn’t care who watched, or how loud you were, how you dripped. There was only need for more of Ari; need for him to help you chase that release you’ve been yearning for since your lips touched his.

Fingers gouging the soil, you keened when on the next thrust Ari’s cock grazed a spot that instantly had you clenching around him.

He groaned; the sound deep and low, sinking into your skin where Ari’s mouth hovered on your shoulder.

Your pussy pulsed, tightening around his dick, and he only made things worse still fucking into you relentlessly; prolonging the madness of your fizzing pleasure and tipping you into another climax.

Your scream rose as the blinding aftershocks of your orgasm were joined by the pain-and-pleasure shot of Ari’s teeth piercing your skin.

He bit into the crook of your neck, his jaw locked mercilessly as he drew blood and mauled your skin. Few seconds later Ari gurgled his growl of pleasure with a mouthful of your blood, as he bottomed out inside your quivering cunt and his knot inflated.

Another tremor rocked you, albeit softer, but stretching into infinity. A simmering orgasm that seemed to go on and on and on as spurts of thick cum filled you. As if each splash of Ari’s spend instigated a tiny climax.

Harmonized howls resounded in the night, for the first time reminding you of the audience you had. The five chosen shifters who had to change their form into wolves at some point, though you didn’t even register when.

You stayed locked with Ari for long minutes, your labored breaths synchronizing. Ari’s teeth retracted, his tongue soothing the wound.

You’d be wearing that scar for months. Many more would be added, you suspected. Due to his possessiveness, or his primal nature so close to the surface, but you were certain Ari would be biting you every time he fucked you. He was going to leave marks of possession so visible other shifters would instantly drop their gaze upon catching a sight of them.

Only you would be wearing the bite. While mates tended to exchange bites, so each was marked as claimed, an Alpha couldn’t be bitten. Not even by his mate.

For an Alpha a bite meant a loss of status, a chink in his power; it would be a sign of weakness and submission. Traits an Alpha couldn’t display.

But there were other ways a mate could mark an Alpha. Which is why you felt that need to scratch him from the beginning. To rake your nails down his back and over his chest, leaving deep red lines of your own possession.

Still a little breathless, you reached one of your dirty hands behind you. Prickling Ari’s neck with your nails, you turned your head enough to kiss him.

Slowly, Ari pulled back and moved your body along with him. You rose onto your hands and knees. Knot almost deflated, he withdrew from you inch by inch. Copious amount of fluid spilled out of you; a glistening mixture of your slick and Ari’s cum.

It splashed onto the soil in thick drops; right over the seeds you planted earlier.

With his arm across your front, Ari helped you up into a sitting position, serving for you as his recliner. Your head rested against his shoulder as he kept you spread; kept you exposed so the Moon and the others could see you dripping down.

Alara knelt at your side, bowing her forehead almost to the ground then lifting it. She placed her right hand on top of Ari’s where it rested low on your belly.

“As your essence has fertilized the seeds in the soil, may the Moon’s glow bless your fruitful coupling.”

Her hand didn’t linger, but Ari’s stayed splayed on your abdomen as Alara scooted back. You didn’t roll your eyes at the obvious eagerness to get you pregnant (both from Ari and the pack’s godi) only because you were still quite overwhelmed with the intensity of the whole ceremony.

Also because there was still need thrumming in your pulse.

Alara signaled the other shifters and they approached in a practiced formation, back in their human forms. They each picked the dishes that were used in the ceremony, then followed Alara out of the clearing.

You and Ari were left alone.

His hand stayed on your belly, the other sliding up between your breasts, fingers curling around the front of your neck. Ari trailed small, soft kisses along your shoulder, then scraped your jaw with his teeth.

“This is what I imagined from the moment my eyes set on you for the first time,” he confessed, the undertone of pure satisfaction clear in his voice.

“You wore a crown of flowers for the festivities and I knew I’d be taking off your bridal wreath and locking you on my knot.”

A tremor blew goosebumps on your skin. That very first evening you sensed trouble from catching the attention of an Alpha, but then you didn’t yet know how severe his determination was. He’d chase you to the end of the world to claim you.

You twisted in his arms, facing him and climbing into his lap. You cupped Ari’s face, smudging dirt over his cheeks. You could’ve held onto your resentment and rebellion, making the whole experience and nearest future a very miserable for you both. Somehow, you couldn’t make yourself do that. Not even that morning, when fleeting thoughts of giving a last run crossed your mind.

You were Ari’s now. As he was yours.

He’s shown you over the weeks that he’s ready to build this relationship with you. If the way he led the pack was any indication of how he’d be as a mate, you had a chance of creating something indestructible.

“And now you have me.” You rolled your hips, enjoying the twitch of his cock against your thigh. “Are you going to gloat?”

“A little bit,” Ari shrugged, flashing you a sexy grin.

“Mostly-” he palmed your ass and pulled your hips upward- “I’m going to worship you.”

He dropped you down onto his cock, hissing in pleasure as your heat enveloped him again. Your small moan at the stretch made his eyes ignite.

“Come, little Omega,” Ari laid down on his back and you braced your hands against his chest as you sank fully onto his cock. “Take me. Take your mate.”

Ari groaned as your nails drew more lines across his body, leaving pink trails that would gain in color in a few hours.

With his hands squeezing your ass, he urged you down as he thrust up into you. Your nails needled deeper, giving him a meek reflection of the sting you felt each time he bottomed out. When he knotted you again, you’d undoubtedly draw blood.

Then he’d sink his teeth into you again, stating his undisputed dominance even as he allowed you to claw him.

Your wolf growled her pleasure at the prospect.

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keuwibloom · 5 months

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Its been a while since ive posted anything Parasynth, so I thought id make these polaroid-inspired drawings to make up for it!

As an added bonus-- I have nicknames for the guys! I actually made these a while back, but I figured id post them here for organization purposes, and so its easier to differentiate when talking about Parasynth.

The nicknames + my reasons behind choosing them listed below the cut!

Blue "Polaris" - Also known as the "north star", polaris is the only stationary star in the night sky, commonly used as a compass for navigation. A star that symbolizes stability when you've lost your way.

Dream "Apollo/Pol" - Named after the Greek god of the sun, music, medicine, and archery, twin brother to Artemis. Went with this because of the twin thing and sun symbolism, plus the healer and archery association.

Ink "Opal" - Opal is a gemstone that shines with rainbow colors. A true opal gem also has a base color of white, which fits with Ink's whole thing. Ink also calls others "pal" so I thought the name would be a nice reference to that.

Axe "Condor/Kon" - A large scavenger bird, related to the vulture. One species of it is the largest flying bird in the world. A condor's head also has no feathers, which kinda reminds me of Axe's skull.

Nightmare "Artemis/Arte" - Named after the Greek goddess of the moon and the hunt, twin sister to Apollo. Chosen for the same reasoning as Dream's nickname. Artemis is also the goddess of wilderness and wild animals, which fits with the gang (in a "they're a group and they are dangerous" way).

Killer "Shrike" - A cute little passerine bird that is known to impale its prey on sharp things, usually thorns. Shrikes are also known as "butcher birds". I think it fits with his vibe, plus shrikes have these black markings over their eyes that remind me of Killer's eyes.

Dust "Owl" - A nocturnal bird that has eerily silent flight and large eyes that reflect light in the dark so it looks like its glowing. I was in between this one and "Kestrel", but I feel like Owl fits Dust's general vibe better.

Cross "Cypress/Cy" - A tree that symbolizes longevity and endurance, but also mourning. It's also associated with protection and strength. I was looking for stuff that was associated with the goddess Artemis and the cypress tree was one (also the gang as birds and Cross as the tree they rest on).

Error "Oregano" - An herb that has a very strong bitter/peppery taste and smell. It's known to have antiviral properties and other benefits, but it is best used in small amounts. I also chose this name to parallel Opal (rock VS plant).

Swap/Blue belongs to the AU Community

Dream and Nightmare belong to Jokublog

Ink belongs to Comyet

Horror/Axe belongs to Sour-Apple-Studios

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autistichalsin · 4 months

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My "Halsin is Silvanus's Chosen and Thaniel is Silvanus's son" theory

So first off, there's definitely precedent for children of gods here, what with Dame Aylin.

Thematically it would make sense. Aylin is tied in with the Shadow Curse plot, the daughter of Selune held hostage in a Sharran temple, while Thaniel, if my theory held true, would be the son of Silvanus, kidnapped by Sharrans and forced into the Shadowfell. Aylin had to be saved by Shadowheart, and Thaniel had to be saved by Halsin. Thaniel and Oliver are even explicitly said to be immortal as nature spirits, much like how Aylin is immortal to anything but Shar's spear. The comparisons would just be too perfect, thematically.

Thaniel was Halsin's first friend, as he mentioned. Of course it's fitting that nature was Halsin's first friend, and that wanting to protect him drove him to become a furious guardian of nature itself. But wouldn't it be even MORE fitting if Thaniel was also the son of nature? If either Silvanus guided them towards each other, or Thaniel told his father about Halsin and his potential, drawing Silvanus's attention to the man he'll one day make his Chosen?

Thaniel even looks like he could be Silvanus's- Silvanus has a deep affinity for deer, to the point that one of his three main humanoid forms he takes has deer antlers. Just like how Thaniel has tiny little deer horns! And where does Thaniel live? The Western Heartlands, which were once called the Hartlands because of the abundance of deer.

As for Halsin being Silvanus's Chosen? I feel like that one is a lot more easy to see than the Thaniel one. Halsin is an extremely powerful Druid with even deeper ties to nature than even most other Druids. He was the only one with the power (and, if we still count the explanation in Early Access as canon, the wisdom, understanding, and empathy with the sufferers of the curse, both the land and its inhabitants) to break the Shadow Curse. Halsin explicitly has Silvanus's favor; "it took my years of study, of seeking the Oak Father's favor, to find a way to part the veil." Halsin has favor with Silvanus over other Druids, and this was what allowed him to save Thaniel.

It would be thematically fitting yet again- Shar cursed nature, and Thaniel itself, and set Shadowheart to kill Aylin (and if Shadowheart does so, she becomes Shar's Chosen); it would make sense if freeing nature was done by Silvanus's Chosen too, and that's before you add in the fights against the Chosen of the Dead Three and the "Tav is Jergal's Chosen" theory. Then you add that: Shadowheart can turn from Shar back to Selune; Silvanus and Selune are allies; and Halsin's Circle within the Druids is Circle of the Moon. It just fits in so many little thematic ways, tying in the moon/darkness with the land and how Shadowheart has the possibility to either work against the nature god's Chosen as the Chosen of the Goddess of darkness and loss, or as a devotee of the goddess of the moon.

Then there's other little things, like how Halsin is so in tune with his wildshape that he's more bear than elf, and also fiercely protective of children; how he's an incredible healer AND fighter when most under him seem to be one or the other, etc.

And lastly: there's hints in the game that Halsin seems himself as something of a father to Thaniel and Oliver. It would make it extra adorable, then, if Halsin, Chosen of Silvanus, was taking care of Silvanus's sons like a father himself!

#halsin #halsin silverbough #thaniel and oliver #silvanus #baldur's gate 3 #bg3

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army93bangya · 1 month

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Guess who is working on chapter 4 finally!? 🫣

COMING SOON TO THE DEVICE NEAR YOU. 😅

#alpha yoongi #yoongi #fated mates #The Moon Goddess’s Chosen

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the-greatest-magic-of-all · 1 month

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With such a God-focused season, one day, once Junior Year is finished and I have both the time and energy to do it, I want to make a Fantasy High God AU zine. It'd be from the pov of a mythologist/theologian in Spyre who's found strange links between minor deities throughout different regions' pantheons.

Half-Elves have a God of Dance and Flames who has been said to have defeated a Tiefling vagabond (and tamed his Hellhound mount) and charmed Fire itself with only a dance and his silk battle sheet. And if you look deep enough into his history there are rare depictions of him wearing an oddly shaped pendant and riding into battle with a sling-wielding Goblin peeking out of his rucksack. Interestingly enough, there's a minor Goblin God of Justice and Mysteries, the son of a Goblin Folk Hero and the Goblin Goddess of Knowledge, Laws, and Justice, who famously wields his father's enchanted sling. Though he and his father are often shown with angelic wings. So, why would he dally with a God so closely associated with Fiends?

Tieflings have a trickster Goddess of Music, Rebellion, and Devotion. The daughter of an Archdevil and a Wood Elven Goddess of Archery & the Wilderness. She's said to be a paramour of a Half-Phoenix Pirate Goddess of Wizardry and Knowledge and once toured the lands, performing with a Half-Orc companion. A lot of artistic recreations of that tour depict the Half-Orc companion with flower motifs that correspond with a Gnomish/Half-Orcish God of Tinkering and Rage. One that once outwitted a Sphynx and regained his spurned Saytr paramour's love by speaking to/reaching the stars with the help of a band of Tinkerer Gnomes.

There are tales of a Twice Risen Goddess who was once the chosen one of the Demigod Helio, but took one look at him and thought she could do better. With the wisdom to raise Gods from the dead and remove unholy rites without any divine power other than her own, this God-Saint of Doubt travels across Spyre not to spread her own religion but to inquire about others. This deep curiosity is probably how she ended up in some Fallinel depictions of the First Elven Oracle, who upon death ascended to becoming the Goddess of Sight, Intelligence and Righteous Fury. There are even short hymns written about the Oracle foreseeing the God-Saint's rise (against the Elven Moon Goddess' wishes) and of the God-Saint banishing some dark entity from possessing the Oracle with only a profane curse of its name.

And even more stuff connecting them all. Like the fact that all of them have tales of them defeating an Ancient Red Dragon. Or the tales of The Festival of the Crab King: a strange, delirious story of mortals witnessing a euphoric revelry of the deific kind that involved all these Gods from different pantheons.

#idk i think it'd be a fun time #fantasy high #dimension 20 #fabian seacaster #riz gukgak #adaine abernant #gorgug thistlespring #kristen applebees #fig faeth #fantasy high junior year #fantasy high junior year spoilers

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leesjuicycalves · 14 days

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MDNI.....18+.......MINORS DO NOT INTERACT......18+

You were more than excited to finally move into your own apartment after spending the last twenty two years living with your family. They were a delight but between the two nosy sisters you had, your tattletale brother, an insecure dad that wouldn’t let you go out without an intense interrogation and a wannabe genZ mom that pried into every single thing in your life hoping to be your bestie, you needed space. You loved the fact that your parents cared but it was getting too much and you just had to move out. The place you got was relatively okay, spacious enough for one person and probably one or two pets, but pets was something you hadn’t planned for yet so that’d have to wait for the future. It wasn’t that far from the restaurant you worked at, just an hour drive away, not that far from your university and it wouldn’t be that hard to visit your family from there either. The environment was pretty cool, serene and lovely, the neighbors were also very lovely and gave you a warm welcome even helping you get settled in. You took a liking to one in particular; a puppy looking man who looked slightly older than you by a year or two. He later introduced himself as Seungmin one night when he was helping you paint your walls, he had insisted on staying back even though you assured that you’d be fine after all the big help he had already offered. You found out that he was indeed two years older than you and you even went to the same university surprisingly taking the same classes, you also found out that he owned a dog and liked playing the piano. You insisted on a solo concert which he gladly accepted to give and from then on you became close friends with him showing you around the area since it was a bit new to you and you giving him a ride to school to repay his never ending kindness.

Seungmin loved your company more than you could ever imagined, in fact he loved every bit of you way, way more; he liked to think of it as love at first sight. When he had come back home late in the evening when you first moved there and saw the commotion around the neighborhood he had wondered what had gotten everyone in such a frenzy. Mrs. Sweeny, an elderly woman that lived adjacent your apartment had told her that a sweet princess had moved in next to him, he had obviously scoffed at the description intrigued by the way the lady had chosen to put it. He just hoped that this so called princess was not as much of a pain as his last neighbor that Mrs. Sweeny had interestingly described as a fairy. If anything, he thought that his last neighbor was nothing but a filthy little goblin, and that’s how he referred to her. She was nothing but noisy, slutty and far too disgusting to be termed as a lady; at least that’s what Seungmin saw in her. He was way over the moon when she finally moved out and there was a bit of tranquility around.

When he saw you he somehow became so much happier that his goblin neighbor decided to move away, Mrs. Sweeny was far off when he called you a sweet princess. To him you were a goddess, absolutely stunning and celestial with beauty that seemed too good to have ordinary mortals stare at. He loved everything about you; from your radiant smile that never seemed to fade off your face, your caramel skin that glowed non-stop to your soothing soft yet somewhat guttural voice that ringed across the air. He was simply in awe of your beauty and your entire presence, he wanted you all for himself. He of course made it quick to join the cavalry and help you settle in as fast as possible, too excited in the thought of having such a charming neighbor. You hadn’t noticed him at first but that was ok, you had the rest of your life to be with him. Your personality was as lovely as you looked, sweet, gentle and kind. ‘So very delicate’, he thought as he saw you interact with the other neighbors. He didn’t like that, didn’t like how you were giving them attention and not him, so he made it his mission to make himself the only person you would talk and turn to. He made it his goal that he would be your best friend and probably more and he would protect you from anyone and anything no matter what it took.

That’s why he follows you out when you go on errands, that’s why he told you he also goes on morning runs and likes spending time in the park late in the evening on weekends when he noticed you took a liking to it. Thank goodness you go to the same uni and take the exact same classes, to him this was the universe telling him that you were meant for each other. A destiny written in the stars, that was what you and his relationship was. And that’s exactly why he got a job at the restaurant you worked in even though the pay was a tad bit lower than what he earned at the coffee shop he previously worked in. Both of you spending time at the park became a habitual thing and he liked that. He loved hearing you complain about how draining the week was, how school work was taking much of your time, how you hadn’t made that much friends because everyone was shittier than expected. He was glad and mad; glad that he was your only solace and mad that anyone would try and be a jerk to you. He loved hearing you talk about your siblings and how annoying they were, he loved hearing you talk about how lovely the previous city you lived in was. He didn’t like you talking about your first crush or your last two ex-lovers that broke your trust and heart, if it were up to him he would bury them six feet under for making you suffer. You deserved so much better than some cheating horny bastards, you deserved the world and he would give you that. He didn’t like how you sometimes mentioned your first love (but he didn’t that was the case if you didn’t last long with him) and how much of a good kisser he was, or how close you were to giving yourself to him if it wasn’t for your nosy brother and his tattle-telling. He didn’t know your brother but he was glad he messed around and he was glad you had the father that you had. He wanted to be the one to corrupt you, the one to make you feel good, the first to feel you in every way possible.

It didn’t really shock him when he started having such thoughts of you. Thoughts of you and him so close that he could hear your heartbeat against his own, thoughts of feeling your soft skin without the barriers of your clothes, thoughts of you pressed against him moaning out his name in your sweet sweet voice. He needed more of you than he already had and this lead him to keeping the piece of handkerchief you dropped while running out of class one evening. He had promised himself to give it back when you drove back home together but the smell of you was too intoxicating, surely you had more than one handkerchief. Then he saw your wash cloth out in the laundry line, why not keep that too. Your body wash smelt nice, it was exactly how you smelt. Before he knew it, Seungmin had at least half of your panties and tiny bits of your clothes in his room and he loved every single bit of it, the smell of you.

“Jason has a bit of a weird side, I found him wearing my recently washed sweats a few days ago. I told you he was a creep.”

That’s what he told you when you asked if there were usually robberies in the neighborhood and that’s how he made sure you never interacted with one of your other neighbors again.

“Here, just in case Lola gets out again you can take her inside and feed her if I don’t get back sooner,” he had given you the spare keys to his apartment when you told him that his dog was fond of getting out these days since he ‘accidentally’ left the doggy door open. You had fought against the idea but Seungmin was adamant on it saying that he didn’t want Lola ruining your carpet or couch.

He loved how his living room would just be engulfed by you after you left his apartment, the smell of your hair shampoo and body perfume still left lingering on his couch and every surface that you touched. The sweet hazy smell of your perfume making his head spin, blood rushing straight to his cock, leading him to spend endless hours of the night on the very same couch you sat on fisting his hard member thinking of how your luscious caramel skinned thighs looked under the short satin skirt you wore. On nights he felt needier he would hump at your panties, satisfied by the fact that his dick was rubbing against the same fabric that covered your cunt, he would cum harder on those nights getting off the fact that he recently found out you were very much into bondage. You hadn’t planned on telling this to him of course, it just slipped out when you were concentrated on the movie you were watching that night after feeding Lola.

You weren’t stupid. You knew what Seungmin was doing, you knew what he was up to. At first you were excited to have found someone who shared the same interests as you, someone who kind of understood your perspective of life; you were glad he was your neighbor. But for a person who liked spending time to themselves, Seungmin sure did go out a lot. You remember the first day you had gotten there, Mrs. Sweeny was the first person to speak to you. Telling you about everyone and everything in the neighborhood. About your shy and quiet neighbor that always spent time indoors lest he was going to work, school or walking out his dog, it was unfortunate that she couldn’t remember his name even though they lived close to each other for a long time. Blame it on her old age. So when you finally had the chance to speak to Seungmin on that warm night, your face covered in spots of lilac purple and your hands completely soaked in that color, you found Mrs. Sweeny’s description of him contradicting to what he was putting across. From that little rendezvous that you had, you had told him lots about yourself; not that you were intending on hiding anything (like he was supposedly doing, or so you thought). You were just free like that, presenting yourself out to the world. And strangely enough he was on board every single thing you said, claiming he liked the exact same stuff and you were happy about it.

From Mrs. Sweeny’s description, Seungmin made very good coffee and he loved work at his current job at the nearby coffee shop so him showing up to the restaurant you worked in as the new cashier was fishy. He could have gotten fired but why not find another coffee shop if you really loved the job. You had a hunch but you didn’t wanna jump into conclusions. However, the hunch was becoming more of the truth by each passing day. You took note on how Seungmin immediately made you his group partner in school, on how he changed seats as soon as he found out you took the same classes, on how he would ‘coincidentally’ time you as you left for work in the afternoons even though his shift was not until later in the evening. On how he would insist on waiting for you when your shift stretched late into the night, on how he would always walk a tad bit closer as you both strolled in the park on weekends, on how his eyes would falter down to your lips for a spilt second when you yapped out your stories. On how his face contorted into disgust and pure disapproval when you told him that Jason had offered to take you on a date soon. You certainly took notice of how happy he was when you had agreed on having his spare key so you could take Lola inside.

You hadn’t intended on being in his room, you really hadn’t. Lola was throwing a fit wanting her favorite toy and had dragged you in Seungmin’s room to look for it. That’s when it was no longer a hunch. Photos and polaroids of you on his wall, your missing garments laid out on his bed, was that your skin care routine he had written too? He was obsessed with you, infatuated! You didn’t know whether to freak out or be flattered honestly, it was all too much and you wouldn’t let him know that you knew. Maybe, you would help feed his infatuation a little more, just to make sure you were totally right. He took the clothes you hang out on the next day and you were sure of it when you went to feed Lola that evening. Your panties on his bed but this time with a stain of white on it. So he wanted you that bad, huh?

You were both done with the end semester exam, a period that drained a whole lot of shit out of you. The restaurant was closed for a month undergoing some needed renovations so that meant you were off work for some time. There was usually a week’s break after the exams so you had time to rest and probably do some thorough spring cleaning around the house. You were just coming from the shower when your doorbell rung, you quickly put on the closest piece of clothing you could find. A large sweatshirt that reached up to your thighs, and rushed to open the door. Seungmin hadn’t seen you since the exam ended and frankly he was not having it. Sure you might have needed rest and all but he needed to see you, staring at your pictures endlessly wasn’t working anymore.

“Hey, Minnie,” you greeted cheerfully as soon as you got the door open.

That fucking nickname, he missed hearing his name fall from your soft lips. Moreover, he missed seeing your perfect sculptured body and you coming out in a fucking thigh high sweatshirt was not making it easier for him to control his dirty thoughts.

“H-hi y/n-ie, I brought cookies,” he softly says lifting up the box of freshly baked cookies he had bought to use as an excuse to come and see you.

“Great, come in. I’ll make coffee.” You say calmly as you open the door wider to let him in.

He was in your home, he was in your fucking home. Well, he had been there before since he helped you get the place together and all. But this, this was different. At that time the apartment was still, well just an apartment, mostly reminding him of his previous goblin neighbor. But now it was your apartment, completely soaked with you, it had more of your vibe than he had actually imagined. The lilac color he had helped you paint really suites you, super clean and tidy; Seungmin fears he’ll dirty your couch if he sits on it.

You notice him staring around mouth hang open in daze and fidgeting cutely by the couch armrest, his hands push his glasses back into his face from the bridge of his nose. You didn’t know he wore glasses, come to think of it you’ve never seen him with them on.

“You can sit Minnie,” you tell him as you tie your hair into a tiny bun smiling softly at him.

“I’ve never seen you wear glasses though, you look cute” you shout from the kitchen that’s just adjacent to the living room. You don’t hear him answer back and you bet he’s blushing out of his wits.

After a few minutes of bustling around in the kitchen Seungmin finally sees you emerge from there with two hot coffee mugs. You waddle in the space that’s between him and the table in front of him and slightly bend to place the mugs softly on it. He didn’t mean to look (he did, that’s why he peeped), but he was sure whatever he saw was not it. Maybe it was as a result of his endless string of dirty thoughts that made him see things or maybe he needed new glasses cause there was no way he just got to see a tad bit of your bare ass, he was just crazy and horny.

You settle down across Seungmin after plating the cookies and grab the mug slurping soundly from it.

“Wow Seungmin these are really good,” you hum in appreciation after taking a bite out of one of the cookies.

“Am glad you like them,” he answers softly behind the mug he’s holding. He's taken his glasses off to prevent fogging by the hot coffee and you wished he'd keep them on a tad longer.

The both of you sit in silence for a couple of minutes just enjoying the little dessert that he brought with him, slurping and chewing sounds punctuating the room. You only get up after you're both done to take the dirty dishes back to the kitchen.

“Thanks a lot Minnie, the cookies were really great. I had actually forgotten about eating,” you say settling back on the sofa across him.

“What? Why?” He asks worry written all over his face.

“I’ve been doing a bit of spring cleaning around, been busy since the crack of dawn. I was actually done just a few minutes before you came by, straight from the shower. Nice timing or you would have found my apartment upside down.” You say with a chuckle at the end.

Or maybe he would have seen you with your towel on, wet hair and all, water still dripping from your face down your smooth skin. So wet and sexy and hot, just for him to see. He would have unwrapped the towel from around your body, dropped to his knees right then and there by the door to worship you and unravel you. Take you apart piece by piece.

“Oh that’s nice, I can’t get anything done with Lola around the house. It would just be like doing nothing if you know what I mean,” he’s now getting comfortable, the tension that he was feeling, mostly due to his ungodly and untimely hormonal thoughts oozing away. Seungmin sinks into the couch a little further settling his hands on the couch head, you copy his movements but have your legs crossed on the couch.

Fuck. Fucking hell, fuuuuck. How was he not supposed to look now? He wasn’t dreaming, it wasn’t his guttered thoughts, it was you. You were literally bare pussied right in front of him. No panties under your little dress shirt, no shorts no nothing. Just your beautiful bare-self right in front of him and God you were more beautiful than he had ever imagined. He wanted to touch you, the urge to just scoot that damn table aside and drop his knees right in front of you grew ten times fold.

It was a tough struggle but he was gonna try and cage his urges even though he truly didn’t want to. For the next half an hour or so both of you spent talking about nothing and everything, Seungmin not really paying attention to your words but how the skin of your exposed cunt would move about when you moved your legs, each time seemingly opening them wider for him. He had to fucking touch you, he had to feel you under his fingertips and he had to taste you in his mouth. You were surely playing mind games with him, you knew what you were doing right? You planned this, you wanted him just as bad, that’s why you resorted to acting like such a slut in front of him. That’s the only reasonable explanation, right? If his attention is what you need, that is exactly what he’ll give you.

“It’s not really that complicated but you know philosophy is kind of dense and-”

You were so taken in by your conversation that you didn’t seem to notice Seungmin move from his seat to where you were, he was now standing right in front of you towering your seated form.

“Wh-what’s the matter?” You ask slightly flustered by his sudden shift in positions, but he doesn’t answer you. He just wordlessly drops to his knees in front of you.

“S-seung are you okay, what’s gotten-”

“You’re a fucking tease you know that y/n?” he softly speaks eyes glued to your legs crossed on the couch.

“What are you talking about?”

He chuckles, finally lifting is head to look up at you and you see something in his eyes that you’ve never seen before. He grins at your flustered state, right hand smoothing over your exposed thigh skin.

“You do. You sit here having yourself displayed in front of me,” his hand trails higher into your thigh.

“Showing off this gorgeous cunt, all for me,” his fingers finally graze across your exposed cunt and you shudder. “Showing me it so I can know how slutty you are, you want me to fuck you baby?”

It’s crazy how his voice can change from being condescending to sweet in just mere seconds but that has you slicking in your pussy and you’re sure he can feel it.

“I-I didn’t know. I swear, I was from the shower when you knocked so I…I forgot,” you words come out airy and low. Too embarrassed and now too turned on to speak. Seungmin chuckles and pinches at your clit, you try not to moan so you bite hard on your lower lip.

“That’s bull y/n, we both know you want me just as much. That’s why you have this cute pussy out for me, wet and all needy.” He presses his fingers hard on your pussy, there’s no way you can stay quiet. You let out a low groan your grip on the couch tightening.

“Seung- Seungmin I don’t think- ahhhhh,” you try to protest his ministrations but it’s too late, he has your legs untangled and off the couch, hurriedly pushed apart on the floor. His lips quickly parch onto your wet cunt lapping like a mad man.

You try to move his face away from you, squirm away from his touch but his grip on your thighs is tight and unquavering. You honestly don’t know what youre fighting and why youre fighting it. You hadn’t intended on parading your pussy in front of Seungmin but you’re glad you did and you really like where it’s led you. Your hands previously settled on the couch fly to Seungmin’s head, fingers interlocking in his soft locks tugging at them every time his tongue prods at your entrance.

Your hands tug harder when his wet muscle makes way into your gushing hole, slurping and twirling it just right against your walls. His nose is brushing right against your clit tickling you to give you just the right amount of stimulation every time he moves his head to angle his tongue deeper into you. Your stomach twists in a pleasurable way when Seungmin bites lightly at your puffy pussy then replaces his tongue with two of his long fingers at once, pumping hard and deeper than where his tongue was and before you can register anything you gush out and cum all around his fingers with a long strained moan.

You don’t say anything for the next few seconds, the room only filled with your heavy breathing and the sound of Seungmin licking your essence off his fingers. When you’re breathing calms you lift your head off the couch head and look down on Seungmin, you notice his very much hard member poking from his jeans and you feel yourself wanting more. He’s not looking up at you, his head is hanged and you think his eyes might be closed. His breath is a little bit faster than usual, seemingly he hadn’t still calmed down from your little….episode.

You don’t want it to end here, you need more of him on you, inside of you. He was right, you wanted him just as much as he did you. He was the reason why you would spend hours on your cold bed, fingers buried deep in your cunt, after spending the entire day with him acting all innocent when he was in true sense the most perverted one between the two of you. The idea of him humping your panties, of him fisting his cock at the thought of you made you tingle with so much need and the image of your panties stained with his cum was always enough to bring you over the edge.

Both of you still haven’t said anything and you start to think that maybe you were wrong about what Seungmin wants, maybe you were over your head? You trail your foot that’s next to his knee up and press directly onto is hard on, he winces and grips your foot hard. You hold your breath afraid that you were indeed wrong, but before you could get over your head in thoughts again, your legs are off the floor and you are lying flat on your back with Seungmin towering over your form on the couch. You look up at him eyes wide, shocked and flustered and completely unaware of his next move but that doesn’t last long as soon enough he lowers himself to you and captures your lips in a heated kiss. It takes you a minute to kiss back but when you start moving your lips in sync to his, he has his tongue already prodding into your mouth licking into all the corners of your mouth sucking the living daylights out of your tongue. Your moans and groans completely swallowed and muffled by him, his hands are tracing up your thighs kneading and caressing the skin of it. He intentionally ghosts over your sensitive cunt and you audibly whine making him bite at your lower lip.

So you both wanted the exact same thing, good to know. Seungmin’s hands are still all over your lower body. Feeling and grabbing at every part of your exposed skin; except where you want him the most and it utterly frustrates you. You try and wiggle your body so that you follow his hands but then he completely takes his hands off you, you feel him smirk against your lips. Which also has you wondering how he can kiss you for that long without running out of breath. His hands trail up your body only to be met by the restraint of your baggy dress shirt, he growls and finally detaches from your lips to tug the shirt off. You lift your hands up to help him take it off but he keeps the shirt around your wrists and makes some sort of make shift bondage tying your wrists together; hard enough that youre sure they’ll be a bruise but you don’t mind, above your head. He stares down at his work and smirks in satisfaction, his eyes rake over your upper body and he mouths a quiet ‘fuck’ staring at your naked breasts.

“Min-” you mewl wiggling your body against the couch. He doesn’t do much though, just sits on his knees staring down at your helpless body, glassy doe eyes looking up at him in desperation and full on neediness and lust. His hands feather across the skin of your tummy and you can do nothing but keen, only giving you light touches opposite to how he was when going down on you.

Seungmin so wants to ruin you, fold you in half and pound into you until you can’t take it anymore but he also doesn’t want this moment to end. He still thinks that he might be stuck in one of his many day dreams about you so he wants to savor this moment for as long as he can, milk it for what it’s worth. He wants to worship every inch of you like he so wished to, he wants to take you apart oh so slow. Your whining takes the better of him though and he finally gives in to his own will as well, his erection is getting more painful as it is. His hands grope both your breasts and you let out a sigh of satisfaction, he twirls your hardened nipples around his index finger and thumb pinching at them making you arch your back. He gets back to kissing you while fondling with your breasts and you take the opportunity of the proximity to grind up against him.

“Fuck, you’re needy bitch aren’t you?” he says in a contemplating tone all while working his jeans off his body.

“Need- fuck…Min…need you inside,” you babble out.

“Shhh, I got you,” he coos at you rubbing his shaft on your folds coating him with your wetness.

You yelp in surprise when Seungmin suddenly lifts your legs and positions them to a mating press holding you by the ankles and just like you wanted he slams inside of you in one go pushing the entirety of his length into your gaping waiting hole. The stretch gained by his action has you moaning in a high pitch voice, his long and fairly thick shaft touching all the right places inside you. Seungmin stays still for a couple of seconds relishing in the warmth of your tight cunt and its only when you clench around him that he starts to move in and out of you in an agonizingly slow pace.

“Seung- Seungmin I….please…..faster….plea-mmpppphhhh,” he shuts you up with a kiss as slow as his thrusting pace but you don’t need him to be this gentle. You need him to fuck your brains dumb. You try to move your body in tandem with his thrusting so he hits deeper but that doesn’t do much rather than get Seungmin growling above you.

“Seung, please go fas-faster….pl-please…please,” youre on the verge of tears now and it’s not that what youre asking for is impossible, it just seems like Seungmin gets pleasure in seeing you beg and all frustrated.

“It’s okay baby. Fuck….such a tight pussy,” he grunts and finally starts moving his hips in the rhythm you want him to his tip kissing at your cervix. His grip on your ankles tightens as his thrusts get harder and faster, balls deep inside you, the room filled with the lewd sound of your skins slapping against each other.

“Sh-shit, so wet…..so tight. You like hard baby mmh? This what you wanted….Am. I. Fucking. You. Right,” he speaks as he thrusts harder into you letting go of one of your ankles to support his arm on the couch.

“Y-yes, yes, yes, yes….harder Minnie….nghhhhh. L-like it rough…s’ just right. So big and long….i love it…ahhh…d-don’t stop….please. You have no idea if youre making sense or not but you don’t care, all you need at the time is for Seungmin to keep pounding you, and he does. Relentlessly pushing his cock into you deeper and deeper that you can see the tip of it poking against your tummy. He pounds into you over and over hitting at your g spot just right, the sound of his balls slapping against your skin and the squelching sounds of your cunt every time he pulls back in and out short circuits your brain and all you can think of now is his sweet release inside you, on you, all over you.

“Cumming, am cumming. Inside…Minnie do it inside….o-on my tits…on my p-pussy. Fuck wanna taste,” you’re completely gone when you finally release around his shaft but he doesn’t stop also chasing his own.

“Shi- fucking hell,” Seungmin releases inside you finally and hurriedly pulls out just to angle his cock over your chest and watch his fluids gush out on your breasts. You have your mouth opened hoping that you’ll get to taste some of it but you don’t and that has you pouting. Seungmin chuckles at you and prods a finger at where yours and his cum is flowing out of you, pushing it back in and you squirm from the overstimulation.

“So much for spring cleaning your couch,” he says and falls on top of you. You gladly accommodate his weight wrapping your legs around his naked waist, hands snaking into his hair.

“Technically this was your fault, you have most of my panties at your place,” you say flatly and he’s quick to get off of you so he can hopefully read the expression on your face.

“I-uh….well….it wasn’t…am not,” he tries to stammer out a response and you think he’s cute considering he just ruined your insides a few seconds prier.

“Am not complaining though,” you say sweetly and you can see his face relax. You pull him back to your embrace, his heart is still beating fast from his little secret being exposed and you chuckle at that.

“Date?” He speaks after regaining his exposure.

“How about you tie both my hands and legs this time and probably blindfold me and fuck me much harder?” you say cheekily and seeming that Seungmin’s response was to carry you over his shoulder to your room, you knew he preferred this option way more than the date.

Re-blog if you liked it please.....😽☺️

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skyscrapergods · 4 months

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Is the Sun proud, or perhaps even envious, of the way her student can connect to mortal ponies? (Thinking specifically of the Alicorn Twilight summary post, and her being able to have in-depth conversations with multiple ponies that "can last hours")

Celestia is proud of Twilight, yes. She is not envious, as having a relationship with tiny mortals is beyond what the sun cares about. They are so small, like motes of dust. She barely even misses them. She knows she is disconnected from mortal affairs and the chasm is far too deep for her light to reach.

Which is precisely why the sun took notice of Twilight Sparkle: she saw hope for a generation of magic where it's very definition is connection with mortals. Twilight created a friend for herself out of a rock, that's how important friendship was to her. If the gods could nurture this ache, could craft her life's path around connection with her fellow ponies, then she could become a bridge between gods and mortals for eternity.

It came with some unexpected consequences though. A goddess who cares first and foremost for mortal affairs is going to disagree with the way the other goddesses ran things for millennia. Celestia and Luna installed their own budding ruler as monarch of the crystal empire. But Twilight came in, listened to the subject's wishes, and convinced Cadance and the others to step down and allow a crystal pony to lead the crystal ponies instead of a colonist.

So rather than envy, there is a certain level of irritation. Twilight is here to promote the will of the people rather than the will of the gods. It's a direct consequence of her divine essence. She is the goddess of friendship, not of the sun or moon or romance. So of course she would have different priorities than the others. She is doing exactly what she was chosen to do and so much more.

As Twilight grows, Celestia and Luna realize more and more they are disconnected from mortals, and their will in picking rulers and making laws is out of touch, confusing, and damaging. They begin work to leave the kingdom in her hooves, trusting her to handle mortal affairs for the benefit of all. They shouldn't be surprised, then, when she dismantles the monarchy and steps down herself.

It's still shocking! But by now they've learned to listen to Twilight when she tells them of her conversations with tiny, insignificant ponies. They trust her to always prioritize harmony even at the expense of her own power.

This is why she was chosen, after all. To be what the sun could not be: a friend.

#ssg alicorns #ssg twilight #ask #ssg luna #my little pony #ssg celestia #skyscraper gods #skyscraper gods lore #twilight sparkle #celestia #fic #alicorn lore #there's also the shock of the chosen bastian of friendship defeating the corrupted goddess of the night #and turning her back to luna as she once was #because it was a lack of friendship that twisted her in the first place #both from her subjects and her sister #alicorn

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galedekarios · 2 months

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what was i after all but a mortal plaything in sacred hands?

out of all the little glimpses into our companions' lives after the game events, i think i like this bit about shadowheart and gale, and the friendship they've seemingly retained after the game's events, the most:

Player: Tell me what you've been up to. Shadowheart: Wandering, mostly. The adventuring life is almost a tonic when you're not constantly threatened by brain monsters and cultists. I can finally see the world beyond the Cloister. Player: I thought you might crave a little peace and quiet, after all that happened. Shadowheart: Peace and quiet will still be there waiting once I've lived a little. Though don't get me wrong - I've got a little cottage with a garden and animals in mind already. Shadowheart: One of my first stops was the House of the Moon, in Waterdeep. It's the largest temple of Selûne in existence. Shadowheart: It seemed like the perfect spot to reflect on my parents, on where they came from - and where I came from too, I suppose. Shadowheart: Hard to imagine, isn't it? Me, of all people, in the lair of the 'Moon Witch' herself. Gods, your truest act of heroism was putting up with all that Sharran drivel I was spouting for so long. Player: Waterdeep you say? Did you bump into Gale? Shadowheart: We had tea on his balcony - Tara even deigned to sit on my lap for a while. You know, I think entire forests must have been felled to quench that man's thirst for books. Shadowheart: He seems to be doing well. In his element.

it's one of the few (if not the only) instance we have of companions keeping in touch with each other after the game ends and i love this for both for shadowheart and for gale.

both of their stories remind me of gale's early access line "what was i after all but a mortal plaything in sacred hands?" and i think they can understand and emphasise what the other went through before and during the game's events in ways the others simply cannot with the added layer of their abuser being a deity and their patron deity.

one taken from her family as a child, indoctrinated, weaponised and isolated, trying to take everything from her, but unable to erase the goodness of her heart. the other contacted by a god's chosen as a child, the very thing he loved for as long as he remembers governed and represented by her, the goddes who was first a mentor, then a teacher and finally a lover.

Shadowheart: Poor Gale. I hope he knows that a goddess abandoning him needn't be the end - I know from experience.

Gale: Poor Shadowheart. The gods are nothing if not vincdictive in their vengeance. devnote: Sympathetic - Gale feels the gods have also punished him

the idea of them helping each other, supporting each other to take another step towards healing old and new wounds through their shared understanding, is something i like a lot.

on a lighter note:

we know that gale values those he calls friends immensely and shadowheart does, despite her aloofness, crave connection, (re-)discovering who she is and what makes her her.

i like to imagine them sharing not only tea, but a glass of wine:

Gale: Sembian wine, Cormyrian ball, Waterdhavian conversation. It's the little things you miss while on the road. - Shadowheart: So Gale just consumes magical items like I do wine?

perhaps sharing the latest chapbook with her since he likely overheard wyll and shadowheart talking about 'the salty mermaid':

A chapbook was a short book which could contain about any content, from political opinions to crafting guides. In Waterdeep, chapbooks often contained memoirs or romantic stories. [x]

(thank you for reading my gale + shadowheart friendship propaganda post! 🖤)

#gale dekarios #shadowheart #gale of waterdeep #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 meta #ch: gale dekarios #ch: shadowheart #vg: baldur's gate 3 #series: baldur's gate #meta: mybg3 #i need to do a proper post for them because i do like their friendship a lot #but i wanted to highlight this particular epilogue dialogue

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gyu-effect · 2 months

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I jst saw ur 1k followers event

Can i request woozi with purple 🤌🏻

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“jihoon?” you called as you stepped into his recording studio, the soft purple glow of the lights overhead illuminating the room. you had been to his studios a million times before but the beauty of the room never failed to catch you off guard, always making you look around once to take in your surroundings.

“jihoon?” you called again and when you got no response, you stepped in quietly. had he gone out? but it was pretty late-

a soft ‘oh’ escaped you when your eyes landed on the bundle of blankets on the couch, making out the tuft of blond hair peeking out of the blanket as your boyfriend’s head. padding over to him as quietly as you could, you softly shook him.

in other times, you would have chosen to leave him alone, allowing him to rest after leaving a sticky note explaining that you had come and left, stuck on his forehead. but you knew jihoon hadn’t had his dinner yet and it was almost 11, so you chose to wake him up instead.

“jihoon. love, wake up. you need to have your dinner.” you whispered softly, gently patting his head.

jihoon stirred a little, letting out a small groan as his eyebrows ceased in annoyance. you felt a pang of guilt hit you but you knew it would be worse if you let him be and he ended up sick instead.

you had to call him once again before he opened his eyes, blinking hard against the soft light as he tried focusing on you. “baby?” he croaked, his voice still hoarse.

“yep, it’s me. i bought you your dinner.” you said with a smile, pointing at the package you had kept on his table. his eyes followed your hand to look at it before turning back to you, gazing at you for a few seconds.

“what’s wrong?” you asked, smiling softly at him.

it took him a few more seconds to answer your question. slowly, he sat up and looked at you, taking your hand in his. “nothing. just that, damn you look beautiful in purple. like a goddess.”

you felt your cheeks heat up at his words as you playfully swatted his shoulder, causing him to laugh. but then, the serious expression returned once more as he said, “i’m serious. you look so, so beautiful.”

“so is purple your favourite colour now?” you joked, getting up to pick the food and another packet that you had kept there.

“ah shit, this is purple too.” jihoon said, before taking the food from your hand. his face subtly lit up when he saw what you had got for him, causing your heart to skip a beat. despite dating for so long, small actions like this still managed to make you fall in love with jihoon again and again.

“another banger by woozi.”

“you worship all my songs way too much, baby.” he said with a grin as he finally began eating. you shrugged at his statement before giving him another smile. “i’m just showering you with the compliments you deserve.”

“what’s that?” he asked as his eyes fell on the other packet in your hand as you sat down on the bed.

“this is for you.” you said as you handed him the packet, beaming at him. jihoon blinked at you in surprise before taking it and peeping inside. his mouth formed a small o as he gently pulled out the teddy bear you had got him, staring at the cute little headphones it had attached around its head.

“do you like it?” you asked quietly, not sure if he was happy with the gift. even though you had thought a lot before buying it, you still weren’t sure if plushies were his thing even if they had headphones on them.

“like it?” jihoon whispered, still staring at the doll in his hand. “baby, i love it. i love it so, so much!”

“oh, thank god!” you said, letting out a sigh of relief. “i’m so glad you like it. to be honest i was worried you wouldn’t like it.”

“why would you think that, love?” he asked, leaning forward to press a soft kiss against your temple. “i love everything you give me. i love everything about you. your entire existence is a gift for me.”

“god, you’re such a flirt.” you giggled, leaning your head against his shoulders. “don’t let the members find out, okay?”

you heard your boyfriend groan at the very thought of it, causing you to laugh even more. “i’ll bury myself alive if i do.”

“no, you can’t do that! what about me then?” you pouted.

“you’re right.” he said, giving you a spoon of his food. “i could bear all the sufferings of this world for you.”

you chewed on your food, thinking for some time. “jihoon?”

“hmmm, baby?”

“you look handsome in purple, by the way.”

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thoughtspresso · 10 months

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Oshi No Ko was about Arima Kana all along.

And I think there’s a real possibility she may die at the end.

Or be placed in the way of grave danger.

I was reading some AquKane shippers say something about how they don’t understand AquaKana, and why the writers and directors keep clearly pushing Kana towards Aqua when they barely share any chemistry. Whereas, in their belief, his relationship with Akane is more honest, deeper, whatever. I’m not here to argue about that. But I get where they’re coming from. And the simple explanation is this:

It’s because this whole story was written for Arima Kana.

I’ve seen some Youtubers talk about how this whole story was meant to be fulfillment for Ruby/Sarina’s dream to become the next great Idol, something about Amaterasu favoring her.

And that’s near what I thought of it. But I really think if the God of Entertainment wanted to bless a child with cancer a second life as the world’s great idol, they’d also give her a great singing voice, y’know?

Spoilers for the manga, of course as we go along on this explanation. So anime onlies, get caught up before you start reading me ramble.

Here we go:

1. Arima Kana is the embodiment of Amaterasu, not Ruby.

Or at least, Amaterasu’s appointed representative, or her favorite daughter.

To give you a run-down of some of the core Shinto/Japanese Mythology that is important for the story, the Creator God Izanaki had three children:

Amaterasu, Goddess of the Sun.

Tsukuyomi, the Moon.

Susanoo, the Storm.

The story goes that Amaterasu and Susanoo had a competition about who could create better gods. So Amaterasu took Susanoo’s Totsuka-no-Tsurugi* (longsword) and split it into three, from which she birthed the three Munakata goddesses.

And woncha knowit, there are three great actresses born in that year?

*A reminder that Kana plays the character Tsurugi, which literally just means Sword. And Akane’s character Saya-hime just literally means Sheath or Scabbard Princess.

In this bet, Amaterasu got clever with the rules and won on a technicality. Susanoo went on a rampage, destroyed Amaterasu’s ricefield, and flayed Amaterasu’s favorite divine horse*, and then threw its body at her loom.

*The name Arima is spelled with the Kanji of Horse & Exist/Live.

Amaterasu, in her grief, flees into a cave, believed to be Amano Iwato cave, right in the town of Takachiho, Amamiya Gorou’s hometown, and the death place of Tendouji Sarina.

The being that draws Amaterasu out of there was the Goddess of the Dawn, known also as the Goddess of the Revelry & Arts, a being that Aqua says he knows well, and believes there’s a grain of truth to:

And how does Ame-no-Uzume draw Amaterasu out of her grief?

By throwing an absolute rager, and dancing really wildly that it catches her attention and makes all the gods around them laugh so hard. Just like:

Ame-no-Uzume will later on marry a diety who tried to block her passage before, Sarutohiko, who in Ise is worshipped as the god who illuminates the world.

That’s some divinity-level AquaKana shipping right there.

Just like how Aka Akasaka wrote the story of Kaguya-sama: Love Is War about two lovers who couldn’t be together just like in the myth of Kaguya, but having his characters overcome all odds to defy divine fate, I do believe that apart from the parallels to the mythology like he did in Kaguya-sama, there is very literal divine intervention this time in Oshi No Ko.

I think what’s happening is that the gods, particularly Amaterasu and Susanoo are quarelling again about who could create better gods, just like before, but now more of whose favored child will shine the brightest and be worshipped by the most humans. But just like last time, Susanoo may have been enraged, especially at the sexual assault of his chosen Hikaru Kamiki, that he possessed him with a corrupting force that urges him to destroy shining stars before they reach their peak, hence the murders of Himekawa Airi, Hoshino Ai**, and Katayose Yura.

Which by the way, the name Hikaru means Radiant Light!

And Hoshino means Field of Stars!

Whether it’s because Amaterasu is angry that every daughter she sends to earth is slaughtered by Susanoo’s chosen, or just because she wants to win their competition, she appoints Ame-no-Uzume to assist in safeguarding her new favored one from Kamiki’s clutches. Her new favored one being Arima Kana.

And therefore, Ame-no-Uzume takes the souls of two motherless humans who had passed before they could shine and sent them to become Hoshino Ai’s twin children. It was all anyway happening in her territory of Takachiho at the most opportune time.

Ame-no-Uzume is also known as The Goddess of Dance, as well as The Great Pursuader. And wouldn’t you know, that’s exactly the gifts that the Hoshino Twins received.

An energetic performer who takes the stage with dance:

And a deceptive, persuasive, extremely believable actor, who:

fooled his own sister into believing she had been rejected from an audition

pretended to scout an idol from a competing agency to research them

get Director Gotanda to raise him and train him

make Akane not just date him, but follow him down a destructive path

convince Kana and Mem to join IchigoPro

impersonate Pieyon for several days straight

Anyway, I truly, truly believe that unbeknownst to Aqua, his true mission is just to keep drawing Kana out of her darkness until she shines the brightest. Which is what he keeps doing anyway:

2. The Timing of the whole Oshi No Ko plot is aligned with Arima Kana’s rise to unprecedented stardom.

The story of Ai Hoshino’s pregnancy and meeting of Gorou Amamiya in a quaint hospital occurs at the beginning of Arima Kana’s life, just after she is born.

She meets Aqua Hoshino around age 4, already talented, and already extremely arrogant which could have easily been the demise of her career. But meeting Aqua and seeing his acting was a necessary wake-up call for her, that it brings her to tears. She never forgets this experience that she brought that lesson with her to her adulthood: that she can’t be satisfied and keep working harder, and to be a better communicator with her colleagues. At their first point of contact, Aqua already becomes the reason why Arima Kana’s acting career survives the slump.

They meet again in high school, when Arima Kana has one acting job in a lackluster production of Sweet Today. The ratings had plummeted, if not for the fact that Aqua came onto the set to draw out the best acting Arima Kana could deliver. After this, Arima receives much more respect and recognition from her colleagues in the industry beyond just being cast to bring some legitimacy to their production.

It’s because of Aqua and Ruby that Kana joins IchigoPro’s Idol Division, and her career is reborn anew. Such that, even after quitting B-Komachi, Arima states she never regretted the decision to join, because otherwise the career of Arima Kana would have been already over.

It’s because of Aqua’s presence that Arima trains to become better and better as an idol. Aqua kept drawing out the light from Kana’s eyes, to the point that it catches the attention of the crowd who previously had no interest in her.

It’s because of her experience as an idol that she regains the confidence and sense of greed necessary to grab the attention of the audience when on stage, such that even Akane recognizes this change in her when Arima takes the stage as Tsurugi for the 2.5 Adadptation of Tokyo Blade.

And it’s because of all of these that she captures the attention of award-winning Director Masanori Shima, who lines up some roles for her when her acting schedule had dried up. It’s once again because of Kana’s dedication towards Aqua that Shima D finds her so interesting that he was most willing to promise her the best role possible.

It was as if Ame-no-Uzume-no-Mikoto appointed Aqua and Ruby to come draw Arima Kana out of her Cave, and bring the Sun out again, just like how the deity drew out Amaterasu.

If you think about the title of the show, Oshi No Ko, it literally means The Favorite Child. God’s favored child. Arima Kana had been born chosen by Amaterasu from the very beginning. And Ame-no-Uzume is sending Aqua and Ruby to aid on this quest.

Which explains why it seems like there had been a mission communicated to Aqua from the very beginning. And why Ai was never going to be reincarnated at all.

You would think that if The Crow Girl, which we assume is the divine guide Yatagarasu, was communicating with Aqua about his revenge plan or helping him find Kamiki, that Aqua would hold a more favorable relationship with The Crow whenever it appears to give advice, no?

But it’s exactly the opposite. Because The Crow is guiding him into something that is different from his personal goal that Aqua doesn’t understand.

And this is where I think Arima Kana could be put in danger.

3. Arima Kana is Hikaru Kamiki’s next target.

There were earlier theories that thought Kurokawa Akane was the one to die next, because of what people have now learned of Kamiki’s serial murderer profile targeting big celebrities before their peak, and because Akane had received a bouquet of white roses from him when she won an award.

The chapter when it was expected to happen was a fake-out from Aka Akasaka, and some people think it’s still possible that she’s the target. In fact, I keep seeing recent theory videos who discount Kana and say she’s “the safest”. Hah! If only!

The scenes with Shima D weren’t just a mere plot point to bring scandal to Arima’s name, and threaten her career and life enough that it pushes Aqua to reveal his mother’s secret in exchange. But it’s there because this is the upward path for Arima Kana. So far, the only people who have witnessed her dazzling star power have been fans of the Sweet Today manga, idol otakus, and people who attended Tokyo Blade. That’s not really masterpiece-of-the-century, performing-at-the-dome level. None of these gigs have placed her center stage in what could be Film of the Year, and a Best Actress spot. Now, the chance is here, and it’s real:

I think, The 15-Year-Lie will attempt to draw out Hikaru Kamiki, or that Aqua intends to reveal himself in the movie looking like him, and reveal the identity of his father.

But I also think what would happen is that they would be unsuccessful at taking him down completely. Instead, from the movie, he would be interested in Arima Kana, and target her through the course of her Shima D movie, and plan to kill her before an important awards night.

Alternatively, now that Kana is changing her focus to film, she may consider moving agencies, and ask Frill Shiranui about her agent. And if we’re right, she is likely represented by Kamiki Productions.

Either way, Kamiki will pay attention to her and try to kill her just before she reaches her highest.

But I don’t think Arima Kana will die. I think instead of being saved by Aqua, it’ll be Kana who takes Kamiki down. Echoing back to her getting mad at Aqua for thinking that avoiding her was protecting her, and Aqua believing that Kana doesn’t need help since she’s strong enough to take care of herself.

And then maybe, it’s Arima Kana who draws Aqua out of the darkness too.

And, just like with Kaguya and Shirogane Miyuki, Aka Akasaka is once again writing a story about two people who will defy a fate of divine tragedy, and come out of it being more truthful with each other than they’ve been with themselves all along.

#oshi no ko #oshi no ko spoilers #arima kana #aqua hoshino #japanese mythology #shinto #shintoism #aqua x kana #hoshino aquamarine #onk spoilers #aquakana

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