#Violet Arc (ooc)

[novankenn]

Jasmine Arc, Jaune's mother and twin sister to Glynda Goodwitch has decided the time has come. She wasn't waiting any longer for her dense as lead baby boy to find a good girl, and raise a family. So the decision was made... the operation arranged... it was time for...

the Invasion...

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Episode One : the Invasion

Episode Two: Nabbing Nikos

Episode Three: Rustling the Rose

Episode Four: Filching Fall

Episode Five: Snatching Sustrai

Episode Six: Snagging Soliel

[nanamiskentos]

MY STRATEGY ✤ 呪術廻戦

SYN. ➤ You're a man-eater, and he's just a light snack. A.K.A how you're just driving these sorcerers wild. ૮ • ﻌ - ა

𝐉𝐉𝐊 ➤ Getō, Sukuna, Chōsō, Tōji, Hiromi, Naoya, Gojō, Kashimo

cw ─ MDNI. afab!reader, màting préss, oràl (m), food play (?), drunk séx, semi-public séx, bàckshots, breéding kínk, proposals, créampié, bathtub séx, jealousy, wall séx, ooc naoya, reader is called a slút, cowgírl, pràise kink, big díck gojo, face sítting, oràl (f), múnching

wc. tba

呪術廻戦 NOTE ( author says ) someone requested a jealous!naoya fic so i just incorporated it in this 😭 and as a returned reward for me, i decided to add kashimo so we actually won 😁

➤ GETO SUGURU

"Fuckin' soaking all over me, darling. I'm really g-gonna' –"

Frankly, much of this evening has become a blur for Geto but he can faintly remember seething at those useless cunts over at the temple, and at the stack of paperwork piling up on his desk (yeah, apparently running a cult involves a lotta' bureaucracy).

He had thrown aside the heavy violet gojō-kesa, rummaging away for a faded, dark hoodie and thick cargo pants. He remembers knocking at the door of your apartment, and doing his best not to fall to his knees when you sweetly answered the door, pulling him in by the hand.

And somehow, between that blurry haze and him desperately kissing his girlfriend like his very life depended on it, Geto had found himself a happy, happy man, with your pretty ankles twitching around his shoulders. Pressing deeper into you, so your thighs were knocked straight up against your chest — pressing right into the fat of your tits as he slapped his hips right up against yours in the meanest mating press possible.

Your hands are in the mood to wonder too, it seems. Trembling ever so slightly for the surefire hits that Geto delivers when his rummaging, girthy cock thwacks! into you, over and over.

But your nails are running over the traditional dragon design that licks and curls up his left arm, trailing over his upper bicep where the ink tapers off over his back. A tattoo, something from his early days, often hidden underneath the draping robes he dons at the temple.

"Thaaat's my good girl," Geto murmurs, running his tongue behind his teeth, jostling himself closer to you so he could sip at your pretty mouth once more. Slick strands of saliva glistening between your lower lip and his, violet eyes narrowed as he feels your pussy clench around him in such a dizzying way.

"M-missed you so bad, Sugu', all day." You're whining, cunt twitching and quivering, releasing dribbling puddles of slick all over the fresh bedsheets.

Geto just chuckles, nipping his teeth over the juncture of your collarbone, leaving a faint, bruised mark that is certain to bloom into pretty petals, "I know, think ya' might have missed me jus' a bit too m-much, hmm?" Dipping a fat thumb to roll at your clit, "Pretty pussy was already sticky n' wet for me when I got here."

How sweet. Geto's practically swabbing every inch of your insides with his cock, and yet, the mere mention of him knowing about your lovely fingers spreading yourself apart and playing with yourself has you flushing so beautifully. God, Geto thinks to himself, if he doesn't marry you, he might really just die.

"Look at ya', wish I could take a photo," Geto murmurs, and you can hear just how much he truly does love you. Your (mildly suspicious) enigmatic boyfriend with his titan-steel thighs, and choppy dark hair is whispering sweet nothings in your ears, professions of loves that you know will make him fluster and blush all the more sweetly later on, "Most beautiful thing I've ever seen in m' whole life."

Raking your nails past the hypnotising dragon tattoo, to claw at his rippling biceps. Crimson lines blooming in your wake, as crescent edges leave their mark in a way that makes Geto groan. "Gonna' cum for me, baby? Can f-feel ya' sucking me up, god."

The rhythmic clenches of your pussy, the sheer, powerful arc of clear fluid spraying over Geto's groin and drenching his cock are enough to make the man moan, loudly, and not giving a single fuck at who hears. He's only burying himself further into you, driving himself right home with each spattering drivel and swivel of his hips into your glorious heat.

"Good g-girl, takin' it all for m' like a champ."

➤ RYOMEN SUKUNA

"What the fuck has gotten into you? Been in the cellars again, have we? Now, what did I say about that, eh?"

It's rare to hear Sukuna so bewildered, but the fact that the King of Curses is allowing you to manhandle him, to push his beefy, four-arm form into your private chambers is sign enough that he's indulging you.

"Wanna' kiss you, 'Kuna." You murmur, catching your husband's faint look of surprise, russet eyes widening as you yank his shoulders down. Planting your lips to his, muffling whatever snarky comment was sure to leave his fanged mouth, "Didn't like how she was looking at you."

Sukuna pulls back, if only to briefly trace his tongue along the side of your neck, down those fine crimson robes he so loved to see you in, "Who?"

"That courtesan." You shudder as gleaming fangs nip at your soft skin, shoving Sukuna closer towards the plush, vast expanse of your shared bed, "She was all over you, 'Kuna."

"Ah, that's what this is. My lil' Queen is jealous," Sukuna's back hitting the mattress, looking far too priggish and self-satisfied with your envy, "They're courtesans, brat. They pour our wine, flitter around like gnats, it's all a part o' the job description."

And because Sukuna truly can't resist himself, riling you up even further, "Besides, are you really surprised they're makin' stupid eyes at me, heh? I mean, look at me, I'm allll muscle and – mmph!"

In the short time that Sukuna took to gas himself up and rile up his pretty wife, you had already managed to snake your hands into the loose waistband of his wide pants. Clawing the fabric down absurdly broad, muscled thighs and undoing the thick, black knot holding his garments together.

A gentle peck on the upper-stacked of his two sculpted cocks has Sukuna suddenly glaring right down at you. All four eyes suddenly glazing over, "This is the game you wanna' play, brat? Really? 'Cause I can – fuck!"

You're pressing the flat of your tongue, the textured muscle right against the thick vein that runs along the underside of his absurdly long, girthy shaft. Ensuring that the second of his cocks doesn't feel left out, beginning to pump it slowly in the other hand.

"S-shut up, and let me do this." You're muffling around the smooth, taut skin at the very tip, beaming red and weeping the more you lave at it, "Wanna' taste you, 'Kuna."

"Heh, if I ever say no to that . . there's a knife in that wooden chest over there. I'd want you to use that on me, 'cause I'd hafta' be out of my damned mind to —"

There's a faint frazzled jump, a whine, colouring Sukuna's tone and you can tell that he's doing his best to muffle the sound. Determined to keep at least some dignity for himself, dark claws come to settle in your hair. Keeping that same steady pace to bob your pre-stained mouth up and down on the upper of the two shafts.

"Ouh, I was gonna' send those courtesans away, you k-know, if they were makin' my wife upset," Sukuna snickers, both cocks engorged enough that you really have to put in an effort to stretch both your hand and your mouth over them, "But if t-this is what I get outta' it, then they might jus' stay."

You glide your mouth away from Sukuna's cock with a loud pop! Giving your husband an unimpressed stare as he flounders, scowling, "Okay, m' sending them away. Was o-only a joke."

You can taste salty beads sinking into your tongue, and if you angle your head just right, you can press your head down enough for blush-pink hairs to tickle at your nose. The scent of him, the taste, the feeling of his hot n' heavy inches weighing on your tongue — you can feel a hot pulse beginning to jump up between your legs.

When it rains, it pours. When Sukuna climaxes, it. . also pours.

You know that there is no way you could possible envelop that much of his seed, but you lick gently at the spurting ropes of white, thick and opaque release. Feeling splatters paint all over your chin, your chest and the edges of those gorgeous robes Sukuna gifted you for your name-day.

"Wanna' climb on, brat?" Sukuna's peering down at you, and you can take some satisfaction in the flustered blush that he is furiously trying to hide, lolling his head away from your line of sight to little avail, "Still got another cock if ya' wanna ride. Gotta' fill ya' up so the whole estate can know that what my wife wants, she gets."

➤ CHOSO KAMO

Yeah, so introducing Choso to the idea of Friday night drinking? Probably not your most. . strategic decision. But after a gruelling day of training, and an even more excruciating day of self-restraint and not throwing yourself immediately at your boyfriend, you figured a good bottle of red, two glasses and a quiet evening on the wooden deck were well-earned.

So, now, here you are, perched in his lap, watching that wine-kissed flush bloom across his pale, clammy cheeks. His hazel eyes roam over you, shy, as berry-red stains his lips, and you lean in to sip the taste right from your favourite source.

Oh, and you're both utterly naked, training robes discarded in crumpled piles on the outdoor deck. Normally, you'd be a bit concerned that someone could turn the corner and find you perched over Choso's bare thighs, but the hour has grown late and you're on the far end of campus.

Thus, there's only one other massive factor to really consider here. And massive, well, that's an understatement of the century.

Choso's surprisingly relaxed like this, milky thighs flexing as he props you up, pulling you closer to him, but what really grabs your attention is the gleaming, red shaft that must be agonising by now, prodding right at your core. Right where you're balanced over the fat tip.

"No-one is gonna' walk past right?" Choso's blinking, dark lashes so long that they almost brush his lower brow as he flutters his eyes up.

You giggle, tilting the wine glass in your hand so more wine spills over the rim, dribbling down your bare form. And Choso, ever the greedy one, follows the slow trickle, laving his searing lips over your skin, right down your collarbone and over your breasts to lick up every last drop.

"Nah, and if there is gonna' be anyone, it'd be like. . a curse that got past the curtain." You're hiccuping, tracing faint lines over the edge of Choso's jaw, "And we'd have bigger problems anyway."

Your eyes are trailing downwards, to the curl of dampened, dark hair right over the base of his thick cock, and Choso scoffs, "You're about to say something lecherous, aren't you?"

"Wanna' give me a bigger problem, then, Cho' ?" Batting your lashes ridiculously at him, but even the half-curse can't resist how his heart is pounding, leaning in to plant a sweet curse on your lips.

"Are you sure?" Choso's gentle hands rolling over your spine, softly ghosting over your bare back that pebbles in the cool night air. Mahogany air tickling at your cheek as he situates large, soft palms over your waist. Swivelling you around so his impressively carved line of abdominal muscles are pressed against your back, and his breath ghosts are your ear.

"Gonna' be a biiiig stretch, sweet thing." Choso murmurs, planting a tender kiss at the nape of your neck, and god, he was not joking for the sheer girth often manages to catch you unaware each time.

But he's eager to help out, thick fingertips trailing over you to paw at your slick folds, spreading them apart even wider. He's murmuring something and you strain to here it, but you think that he's gasping, "I think I'm gonna' cum. Early, again."

You giggle, knowing that he flushes a vibrant shade of strawberry-red each time that he busts his load in you this early. For that faint, mere kiss of your arousal and your cunt's pretty walls against his cock is enough to make the half-curse shudder and swear as he spills glossy fillings right up in you.

"It's okay, Cho', you can – inside, you know."

"R-really, lovely? Inside, yeah?" Choso doesn't need further encouragement because he's already groaning, and you're already feeling wads of buttery cum drip down your thighs, feeling your hips twitch and shudder as the half-curse is determined to make up for this. Running his fingers along the side of your clit in a determined V-line, flicking gently over the swollen nub.

You're dazed, feeling the sudden build-up from your own orgasm creep up over you. The wine going straight to your head and making every cell in your body so tingly, and sensitive.

Watching with faint fascination at how fucking filthy this all is, the sopping leak of Choso's creamy cum dribbling out from under you, mingling with the blood-red drizzle of the wine still plastered to your thigh. A faint, pale shade of pink that has you aching to swipe your fingers through it, bringing it to your lips. And it has Choso groaning, cock hardening alll over again in you.

"You're going to be the death of me, sweet thing."

➤ TOJI FUSHIGURO

"Yeahh, arch ya' back for me like that, beautiful."

And fuck, Toji swears that if he had not been ass-naked, and there had been a ring in his back pocket right now, he would have whipped it out to propose to you, right then and there. Because, god, he's so truly in love with you, and the way that your pussy is a killer.

Capable of rendering an assassin dumbstruck, slack-jawed as he does his best to attach himself to reality once more. But all he can feel is the tight slick of your cunt clenching once more around him, the plush of your ass bouncing back to meet the base of his wide cock. Skin slapping so filthy and sticky against the trail of dark hair pattering down his abdomen.

Two wide palms searing into your skin, scooping him right up so his deliciously long cock can curve and glide right through your pussy. Bullseye! Right onto that sweet spot that makes you keen, and claw and whine, "Toji – right there, fillin' me up so good."

And you always know the right things to say because that rough, lil' scar on the upper corner of Toji's mouth is twitching, fighting off the dopey, love-struck grin that plasters itself on his face. Fighting the rising blush that threatens to make itself visible on his back, neck and ears.

He's a grown man, for fuck's sake! But never has he ever felt something so disarmingly charming and incredible as this, caging you in his arms as he pounds his hips into you, slap! slap! slap!

"We should get m-married, right? Right, doll?"

Toji doesn't even realise what he's babbling, too intent on feeling every inch of your walls, every sticky divot that he can press his inches into but god, he means every word that's falling from his slack lips, "M-marry me, doll. Gon' get ya' a diamond ring, anything ya' ask for, just say the word to ol' Toji here."

At first, the buzzing in his ears is so loud, so goddamn obnoxious that he cannot make out what droopy, muffled words are falling from your glossy, beautiful lips. But he strains his ears to catch them over the sound of his hips pistoning themselves against your skin, strands of translucent gloss stringing and snapping.

"W-wanna marry you too, Toji!"

For all of Toji's hard work in the sweltering gyms in the shitty basement of his apartment complex, his vast, muscular arms suddenly lose their strength. Everything in his broad, heavenly carved body turning into jitters, heart dangerously leaping up into his throat at just how much he loves you.

There, he said it. And now, he thinks he'll never be able to stop.

Emerald eyes not even sure where to focus on, the bounce of your tits that he can spy from underneath your glorious arch, the soft bounce of your ass against him, or the beautiful curve of your spine, "Loveee ya' doll, gonna' give you the whole package, I swear."

Each phrase puncuated by the heavy thwack! of his weeping tip against your cervix, pressing right up against where he's hoping his seed will take, "Gonna' make ya' my wife, my gorgeous wife." Sweeping a muscled arm beneath you to find your sensitive clit, pressing right at the sensitive bud, "Gonna' fill this pretty pussy up so good, wanna' see you allll round and g-glowing for me."

"Fuck, I'll even pay that s-shitty clan a visit, eh? Make 'em hand over the family ring, just so I can see it on ya' finger." God knows that those little shits don't need it, that pretty band of emerald that Toji can already see in his mind's eye, gleaming on your ring finger as he presses gentle kisses to your hand.

The very vision of you with your belly round, gleaming like the fuckin' sun itself, has Toji shuddering, planting his knees further into the mattress so he can jostle you even closer for a good fill. His wife, yeah, she'll get only the best.

Groaning as he feels wrinkled skin tighten, before thick ropes of sloppy, pearly cum shoot out from his angry tip. Overflowing in droves as he continues to buck his hips against yours, watching as your squelchy, puffy folds take up every single drop.

"I'm all yours, doll. I mean it."

➤ HIROMI HIGURUMA

"This was what you wanted . . angel?" Your husband coos, spreading his thick thighs (deliciously dusted with fine, dark hair) further apart, so you can slot comfortably in-between. So you can press your naked back to his bare chest, letting the warm water of the tub gently soothe that miserable ache in your bones.

"Mhm." You sigh, letting your head rest back against glistening, creamy skin, "Been so long, 'Romi. You're always soo busy with work, baby."

The man behind you sighs, rubbing gentle hands down your pebbled arms, pressing soft and loving kisses to your neck, "I know, and m' sorry. Wish we could find more time like this, my love."

You can hear the apologetic tone in his voice, frowning at the idea that he must believe that you're truly upset with him, your beautiful and wide-eyed husband, "I'm jus' glad you're now, and. . .uh." You shift back slightly, hoping that he gets the hint from where you're pressing up against him.

"Aw, angel's all needy now?" Hiromi laughs against the shell of your ear, "Ah, I shoulda' known you were gonna' start squirming like this. Gorgeous lil' thing."

You feel his large hands wrap around you, exploring and wandering your chest. Pinching, flicking and softly caressing the sensitive skin, his large nose brushing against your neck, "Bet you want me to go even lower, am I right?"

"Please."

Your husband never lets you down, never leaves you dissatisfied, for his quick fingers are already dancing over your abdomen before dipping in between your legs. You squeal at the sudden contact, the damp pads of his thick fingers brushing against your folds, and the water lurches in the wide tub.

"Careful, now. Otherwise, we're gonna' have to clean up the mess after," Hiromi chuckles, but he seems just as eager to let his fingers explore you. To play you masterfully, nipping at every nook and cranny of where you're most sensitive.

He's even gasping in faux-surprise, baritone chuckle giving way to a marvelled rasp, "And so wet already? Barely even touched ya', and your pretty cunt's all slippery for me."

"What can I say?" You slick back a little against his chest, head falling lower as you squirm to help him find the right angle, "It's never as good when I do it with m-myself."

Hiromi's sudden grunt amuses you, your stoic and clever lover suddenly envious from the mere mention of him missing the sight of you pleasuring yourself, "Always gotta' play some games, don't you, angel?"

He doesn't wait for your stuttering response, a wide finger already breaching past your glossy entrance, brushing against your inner walls as heat licks greedily at your groin, "S-soo good already, baby."

"Jus' be patient, and let me do more," Hiromi mutters, his lips pressing to the juncture of your neck. Another finger joining the first, your walls clenching down on the welcome intrusion. He begins to set a steady pace, pistoning the digits in and out, and again, in and out of your pussy in a way that makes breathy whines fall from your open lips.

"Gorgeous." And it's his honest, love-struck praise that makes you flush, a rough thumb brushing over your needy clit, gentle swipe proving that sometimes less is more, "Spread 'em a bit wider for me, love."

And you comply, thighs shifting wider, muscles trembling with the bulk of Hiromi's fingers smearing your slick arousal back and forth over your folds. A soft and breathless whimper escaping as the pleasurable ache deepens, "Wha –"

The trembling, excited question beginning to fall from your lips, just as Hiromi slips his fingers out of you, prompting a whine that's quickly silenced by him pressing the sweetened digits past your lips, "Had to stretch m' wife out there, now taste."

You gasp around his fingers, feeling something far heavier, and wider prod at your entrance from behind, keening as Hiromi lifts you ever so slightly higher so the flushed mushroom-tip of his cock can easily slip into your cunt, curving deliciously up into your pussy.

So perfectly snug as your husband stifles a loud moan, bucking his hips up, water pooling over the edges of the bathtub, "We're gonna' be making that m-mess, angel, so hold on."

➤ NAOYA ZEN'IN

Oh, you are so in for it now. For you've never seen your petulant husband like this, never this riled up, not with such a wild and burning edge. The short walk from the feast hall to your private chambers felt like a blur as he hadn't even spared a second glance back, dragging you from your seat on the finely-woven tatami mats.

"Tch', keep up," Naoya's snapping, golden eyes darkened with a heavy haze that you suspect the sake may have played a role in. His long, dark lashes flicker against flushed, peachy cheeks as Naoya grips your wrist with a hand that's searingly warm.

He doesn't even glance back to see if anyone still lingers in the dim hallways, no, he does not even care. And Naoya's not quite sure why you suddenly do, "Oh, so now you wanna' see if someone's around? Didn't care sooo much when you were practically draped over that man's lap like a slut, right?"

One hand roughly swinging the screen door open, and another stroking over your pulse, pushing you in. And well. . you would be lying if you said that this didn't fill you with some form of glee. That this hadn't all been a part of your plan for the evening to provoke the Zen'in heir, to get some reaction from your husband,

But god, you certainly had not expected this. Hadn't expected Naoya to press the full weight of his toned form against yours, to have you right up there against the wall with no shame. His clever hands are skimming under your verdant robes to scoop strands of slick, heavy arousal between thin fingers, all while sharp fangs nip at the shell of your ear.

"So, my wife was just that desperate for attention. . wasn't she?" Naoya's scoffing, batting amber eyes at you as his tone takes on a bratty, raspy pitch, he sounds ruined. "Were ya' just really so needy t be fucked, like this? Couldn't even wait 'till the feast was over, and now m' gonna' have to explain this to everyone, yeah?"

Naoya's always oddly chatty when he's running his hands over you, mouth running wild and desperate. His fingers have torn away beautiful, new emerald-green silk robes, pinching and tweaking your swollen clit between clipped nails. Scoffing and snickering when you buck your hips into him, whining his name.

"Ha! As if m' gonna' let you have this easy, you think I'm just gonna' give you my cock now, like you weren't just whorin' yourself allll over that sorcerer's lap – heh, he must've been thinking it was all the wine." Naoya snarls, already tugging at his own dark haori, and the thin waistband of his pants, "He should have asked me then, I coulda' told him just how cock-drunk my wife gets when she's lookin' for my attention."

What your husband has lacked for in wide girth, he makes up for in length, and he takes some (really fucking annoying) egotistical pride in knowing how to wield those inches. He's using his warm hands to hold your thigh up — to run the angry, pink tip down your dewy cunt. Hissing when the tip snaps on your weeping entrance.

The first few inches has you keening into him, not caring about how this is the man that you profess to love on some days, and vow to poison with arsenic on others.

Naoya's patting your cheek with short taps of his manicured hands, bullying his cock further into you, "Hey, wifey. Pay attention now, look d-down. This is what ya' wanted, right?"

And you do look down, gulping at the sight. His veined cock being enveloped by your swollen, puffy folds. And each time that your husband teases and draws his cock out in heavy strokes, well, it comes out glistening and creamy. And it's clear that Naoya is amused by your dazed giggles and sighs, but even he isn't above the sheer pleasure that your pussy gives him, shaking his head of sandy, soft hair.

"Ouh, take a look at that, she's l-loud tonight, isn't she?"

And you profusely flush, hearing the pap! pap! pap! echo through your quarters, the slick thwacks! of his cock sliding in and out of your heat as you mewl. And Naoya almost, just almost, looks fond of you, his wife, pressing a shaking thumb to the pad of your lower lip, pressing down as you nip sharp teeth around flesh.

"Pretty, p-pretty lady," Naoya babbles out, probably without even realises that he's paid you an accidental compliment, loose strands of flaxen hair brushing against his forehead as he leans in to press a filthy kiss to your lips, "Wanna' go one more time on the bed? O-or how 'bout the hallway? Everyone can hear how I make ya' scream."

➤ GOJO SATORU

"Oouh, you just make everything so much better for me, baby." Gojo's laugh rumbles from his bare chest, snowy lashes fluttering over creamy, flushed skin as he presses his back further into the plus mattress.

You sigh, and it's a happy, content sound that makes something awfully soft settle in Gojo's chest. You're pressing soft kisses to his reddened, twitching mouth, melding yourself to his lips.

"Now, c'mon, off!" You tug at the black silk wrapped around his eyes, curling your fingers into the smooth fabric to just yank it down. Your eyes meeting Gojo's lazy, pleased gaze as you do. He's just so smug like this, knowing that he's got you naked in his arms. You can see his jewel-blue stare appreciatively run over your bare form, his favourite sight in the entire world. A veiny hand pulling at the curve of your ass, pushing you further on top of your fiancé.

"And to think I was in such a bad mood earlier, baby," Gojo murmurs, tapping his muscular thighs. A silent indication for you to hop right on, hovering your dripping core right over his angry, weeping tip. "Thought I was gonna' have the worst day ever, the higher-ups fuckin' with me and all. But how could I ever forget m' pretty baby waiting at home?" Each sentence delivered with a soppy, sweet kiss to your smiling lips.

"Thaaaaat's it, there we go," Gojo snicker as you slowly lower yourself over his considerable, fat inches. And the strongest is just so amused, watching you bite your kiss-stung lips, struggling to keep the wanton moans in, but you're not letting him off that easy. For the second, the very second that your hips meet the base of his groin, slick seeping into that thatch of white curls, you're giving him a thick squeeze.

"F-fuck!" Gojo wheezes, white strands of hair falling back against the pillow as he does his absolute best to not lose the last semblance of iron composure. But the way your gorgeous, tight cunt is wrapping him good, he fears the game is long over before it even began.

Yeah, he considers himself a pretty lucky man.

"Ya' good, 'Toru?" You giggle, threading your fingers through tousled, frosty strands, feeling Gojo practically purr from underneath you. He's cracking a stormy eye open, pressing his mouth into a thin line, "Yeah, girl. Never been b-better."

See, Gojo Satoru was a. . .practical man. Well, no, scratch that. He was the strongest, but when faced with your dizzying, maddening grip — he feared that there was no power or technique on this planet that would be able to help him.

"Have you gotten bigger, 'Toru?" You plant your shaking hands on his broad chest, nose scrunching as you stifled a weak sniffle at the sheer magnitude of the delicious stretch. Trying to keep your head smart on your shoulders, but god, it's just soo difficult when you can feel every veined-inch throb and pulsate in the gummy walls of your pussy, his second-favourite girl.

Gojo just squeezes his eyes shut, knowing that if he were to crack cerulean eyes wide open, the sorcerer would immediately bust a fat load at the sight of his wife's naked form, and that's not to mention the magnetic pull of his gaze to your chest. He's gasping as you begin rocking forward, setting your own comfortable pace that already has him seeing stars, "Wha', bigger?"

"Yeah, s-so much bigger, each time – each time, I swear." You're mewling, words tumbling right into each other. And that, that mere sight of you struggling to accomodate to wide girth of him. . .well, that is almost enough to have Gojo busting a thick wad of seed into you.

Shaking fingers come to pinch at the fat of your ass, gently tapping it for good measure, "Don't say stuff like that, wifey. M' already s-sensitive." Gojo's huffing, admiring the way that you roll those killer hips faster now, gliding around his thick cock in gooey, filthy circles, and taking every inch of him so well.

You laugh in uneven, frayed bursts — trailing a single finger down the handsome line of his jaw, feeling his pulse jump underneath for he's so in love. "So much better than that stupid m-meeting, right?" Arching your back just a little more on top fo him, so the probing curve of his cock is brushing gentle kisses on your insides, swabbing over that rough patch of nerves that has you suddenly gasping and keening.

Gojo threads a quivering hand at the nape of your neck, so you can feel the cool band of his wedding ring brush at your skin. Bringing you down for a messy kiss, all so sloppy and desperate, "Y-yeah, so glad I left early, heh. Just knew I was needed here, c'mon, baby. Arch for me a b-bit more."

He feels dizzy, lightheaded and he know he must look a whorish mess. His staff uniform already scattered somewhere on the floor, having been discarded in a desperate trail on your way to bed. Dark blindfold having slipped under his face, and ice-white hair dishevelled in raked tendrils. Sticky strands of his pre-cum and your glossy arousal pulling away with each slap! slap! slap! of your pelvis against your hips.

"Think ya' can go a bit f-faster, baby?" Gojo runs his large, warm hands over your chest. Cupping your tits with calloused palms, and pinching them in a way that makes you squeal, "Or how 'bout this? Just move back a lil', yeah, up. So I can feel you here."

Here being in-between your thighs slapping against his, your swollen clit absolutely aching for his attention. And Gojo, duly, delivers. Rubbing furious, tight circles over where you needed the most, sending you hurtling head first into a dazzling orgasm that has you shaking in his beefy, muscled arms.

The rapid, pulsing clenches of your pussy have Gojo seeing visions of wedding vows and golden rings, amplified only by how his own ground-shaking orgasm washes over him and runs him senseless, your tight walls milking him dry for all he's worth.

Thick, glossy ropes of white seed shooting out of his tip, steaming and searing as they fill you right up, pressed right up against your cervix. And in such greedy volumes too, for you're leaking sticky cream all over your aching, shaking thighs.

"You should keep going, sweets, ride m-me as much as ya' can," Gojo gasps out, feeling the overstimulated sensation of your cunt clenching as you writhe on top of him, "If you can make me cry, m' gonna' marry you tomorrow."

➤ HAJIME KASHIMO

". . .What did you just say?" You gape at the teal-haired sorcerer, eyes wide as Kashimo suddenly seems to find the floor far more interesting than you. His heel dragging against the ground, scuffing the pristine white of his boot.

Kashimo just clears his throat — once, twice, then pointedly looks anywhere but you. How adorable, you think, watching as he turns away from you, tugging his cream martial robes apart. "Do not make me say it again, dove."

"Baby, if I didn't hear you right the first time, then. . ."

"Just sit on my face, please."

You're grinning, far too sweetly for the medieval sorcerer to keep his cool, "Say less, 'Jime." Almost cooing at the vibrant red flush climbing up Kashimo's back.

It's a once-in-a-blue moon spectacle, the bratty warrior genuinely conceding defeat for his wants. No smug, fanged grin nor insufferable gloating. So, as you watch him practically collapse onto your bed, limbs sprawled and cyan hair pooling around his head in a tangled mess, you clench your thighs subconsciously, already feeling a bit light-headed.

There's a gangly lurch in your steps, a sway to your balance as you're peeling your panties away from damp thighs. Stepping out of your underwear so you can inch just a bit closer, watching as Kashimo's eyes widen. Turquoise eyes, the same disconcerting shade as his glossy hair, widen — glazing over with something far more familiar to you. The same look in Kashimo's eyes when there's a battle that he has to win, and this endeavour warrants no less ambition in him.

"Come here, girl, let me – ouh," Kashimo's voice has hardened into a needy rasp, his eyes not leaving your mound even once, pupils trailing after a single droplet of slick tearing down your thigh. He's hastily slamming his arms forward, wrapping your thighs up in his tight hold.

Laving his sharp, pink tongue over that droplet and groaning, eyes fluttering shut for a split second before he's mouthing soft kisses over the gentle, plush flesh. Catching any more stray strands of slick before the main meal.

But there's a very slight hesitation in your movements, the faintest uncertainty as you hover with aching muscles over Kashimo's torso. Gnawing on your lower lip, contemplating whether you should actually —

"What's wrong, little dove?" Kashimo frowns, scarred hands reaching out to hungrily envelop your thighs, dragging your sopping cunt closer to his chin.

"Are you sure you want me to, uh, –" You're gesturing to his face, trying to convey that you're suddenly having second thoughts about suffocating the sorcerer with thighs around his head, and Kashimo seems to glean your thoughts, clicking his tongue, "Silly, aren't you? Jus' sit, I have you."

"What if you don't want to – . ."

It is a rare thing to see Kashimo smile, a genuine grin without the promise of bloodshed or storms afterwards, but he's snickering now, eyes hazed over with an even rarer fondness. Sharp, toothy fangs peaking out from underneath cherry-lips, "I cannot even tell you how much I want you to just let me have a taste, right now."

And god, he certainly was not exaggerating for the very minute your aching cunt met his lips, Kashimo was drinking you in like a man starved. Teal lashes fluttering closed over his blissful expression, those magenta-lightning marks at the corners of his eyes crinkling as he stifles back a heady moan, "Mmph. . holding out on me with this. How did I go s-so long without – "

You don't even hear the rest of his desperate, pussydrunk words. World already turning into a bright mush of vibrant colours and sounds around you, streaks of blue and lightning-hot white across your eyes. The slick, filthy sounds of your sopping heat dripping over Kashimo's chin, dribbling down onto his neck.

The very tip of his long tongue prodding at your entrance, already slipping past your pussy's ring of muscle, "Fuuuck, 'Jime, feels so, soo good." Unsure on where to even place your jittering hands, settling to run them past the hem of your top. Slipping the fabric off and away, so you can cup your tits, and grip the sensitive flesh.

You see Kashimo's eyes crack open, and a faintly muffled whine reaches your ears, murmured encouragement of just how much he's enjoying the sight being groaned into your wet, glistening pussy, "Soakin' allll over me, little dove. Heh, tryna' drown me?"

You buck your hips over his face with greater force, feeling the bridge of his sharp, handsome nose brush against your clit as you squeal, "Shh, shh, m' already c-close."

"Already?" Kashimo's tastebuds determined to soak every drop of you in, as though you were the sole thing in this world quenching his thirst, "Always t-take suchh good care of you, right? You gotta' s-say that I do – that it's m-me making ya' feel like this."

"You, y-you, 'Jime, only you." You whine, knowing exactly what Kashimo wants to hear, what you truly believe, how he's the only being able to coax such mind blowing pleasure from you. The only one to have you perched over his mouth, gliding yourself back and forth over his glossy, swollen tongue.

"Good, heh." And you suddenly fear that you had grown too complacent, to willing to believe that this would not be another one of Kashimo's battles.

Because the sorcerer's gaze is suddenly all the more focused, laser-sharp with his eyes on the prize, your tacked clit throbbing for attention from his lips. That look when he's capable of going multiple rounds to prove that he can win, and will win. You briefly wonder if there will be any sensation left in your twitching legs by the time Kashimo is done.

"We can do this all n-night, little dove."

[jester-lover]

P4 Relationship Headcanons

Authors Note/ I have read the manga up to the last English translated volume, but I’ll stick to the public school arc characterizations of them for convenience’s sake.

CW/fem! reader but otherwise no physical description , fluff, kindof accurate Victorian courting, a little angst, manga spoilers! I most definitely forgot this arc was getting animated, so I’m late, might be a little OOC, it’s been a few months since I read the manga

Edgar Redmond

Flattery was his main method of gaining your affections: descriptive poems sent to your mailbox, tulips and chocolates left on your doorstep by a mysterious admirer—a carefully held facade that fell apart when Edgar realized just how badly he wanted your affections returned.

While he has always considered himself a free spirit, capable of swiftly moving from one lover to another, he has an epiphany when he realizes he needs exclusivity with you. Edgar has found something beyond flings with you, a woman who can truly make him nervous; make his heart beat against his chest every time you bless him with a glance.

He isn’t always the most touchy lover, but he tends to take your arm in his while the two of you are out together. (He’ll do nothing more, as he doesn’t want rumors to spread around your private relationship.)

Edgar tends to fuss over you a bit, fixing your dresses, brushing his fingers over your coat, and generally keeping your appearance looking tidy; it’s an act of service that displays his affections for you.

Lawrence Bluewer

When I say all of his sisters gang up on him to tease him about his crush on you, I mean it. Lawrence tried his best to keep his love for you a secret, but his yearning glances over his glasses reveal his truth. They encourage him to speak to you, giving him advice about what women like. (Trust me, he needs it.)

Lawrence is a very dedicated man, particularly when it comes to you. He holds up all of the important customs of an exemplary Victorian man and treats you as an equal in all matters.

He’s adamant on listening to your opinion on matters involving the two of you, but he’ll also ask for your opinions on issues in his home and dorm. Your opinion is important to him.

Lawrence is a very intelligent young man; if you ever find yourself struggling with your schoolwork or a matter of principle in your personal life, he’ll help out to the best of his ability.

Call him by any affectionate nickname, and that carefully held stoicism crumbles before you, and a red tint suddenly appears on his pale face. The only time he ever broke his own rules was after the cricket match, when he embraced you tightly in the stands after winning, so much more proud of his victory now that you had seen it.

Herman Greenhill

It feels as if someone has struck him in the heart each time he lays his eyes on you. He can feel the warmth of his skin and the sweating of his palms each time he tries to talk to you without stumbling through his words. Herman is so utterly rigid and awkward around you, it’s completely obvious he’s head over heels.

He’s often flustered around you, even when you’re already courting, as one of his ideals of chivalry and respect is treating ladies kindly. He acts like a strict old man and a shy schoolboy at the same time, wanting your touch so desperately but bashing himself for it.

You will probably have to enact most of the affection between the two of you, sneaking kisses when your chaperone turns away, holding his hand when you walk into a more private corridor of his residence, and cheering loudly at his games. The easiest way to get a reaction from Herman is by showing off your stockings; he’s a sucker for good hosiery.

Despite his proud and sort of arrogant personality, Herman is a shy and careful lover; he remembers all of your favorites and special days, and he loves receiving your praise. Whenever he achieves something, he immediately looks to you, waiting to see what you make of him.

Gregory Violet

You wouldn’t even know of his existence when he first saw you, but he was always there, with a thick black sketchbook filled with drawings of you, going about your daily routine and interacting with others in a way he only wished he could. The sheer amount of yearning he does could put the poets to shame.

You are his muse; even when Gregory is creating something completely irrelevant to you, he’ll remember you; you are so infused with everything he makes. Because he has put you on this goddess-like pedestal, he doesn’t think he deserves you, which is why he’s so surprised when you agree to court him.

Gregory’s affection comes in bursts; some days he’ll be too nervous to look you in the eye, but other times he’s practically joined at your hip. He’s not the most talkative lover, but when his eyes flit through you, examining you closely with a blush stretched across his features, he appreciates you like you are art.

He plays the role of the gentleman in public, keeping his respectful distance, but he often seeks your comfort in the few moments you can sneak alone, laying his head on your lap as you brush through his two-toned hair and rambling uncharacteristically about the struggles of his role. He’s a non-conformist, and he often wished the society you lived in wasn’t so strict, so that you and him could act as wild and free as you did in the leather binding of his sketchbook.

[blu3cl0v3rs]

vita mutatur, non tollitur

"vita mutatur, non tollitur" - life is changed, not taken away.

Morro builds a new life for himself, starting with a cat.

Warnings: Mental health issues, self-indulgent fic, possibly ooc Morro?

Extra: I wanted to give Morro a redemption arc and a cat, and decided that the Ninja and Wu will not be there to cause drama until after Morro's redemption arc. I've been working on this for so long-

also, this is not and will not be finished. it's old (i started this last year in october or november) and i've given up on this AU because it's strangely written and not the exact content i'm interested in writing anymore

Morro is revived alongside Garmadon not Garmadon, his unc- the man he knew was kind and would never hurt his son. That... thing is a monster in the crude shape of Garmadon's husk. He's given a choice, but instead of picking a side with the Ninja or Garmadon, he goes into hiding, stalking the grimy, abandoned streets of Ninjago.

Wu and most of the Ninja are presumed dead, the remaining Water Ninja and Green Ninja hate him, and Garmadon is not the same man he met 40-some years ago.

Where does he go? What does he do? What purpose does he have?

The wind doesn't seem to respond as much anymore. As expected, why would such a powerful, amazing element be wasted on a good-for-nothing like Morro?

The wind master wanders the streets, barely convincing himself each morning to keep on living.

The human body is very finicky; needs sleep, needs food, needs water, it's so needy.

He finds a small cat. A little, skinny but fluffy black cat with crusty green eyes and the saddest meow you've ever heard.

He shouldn't take in the cat. He can barely take care of himself, not to mention he'd just forget about feeding it. He'll probably end up hurting it like he hurts everyone else around him, so he really shouldn't take it in.

...but feeding it sometimes wouldn't be horrible. Eating with it makes Morro feel just a little less alone.

But nothing else.

—

He feeds her it every day. He eats with it, so, if just out of convenience, he's always near the scrawny kitten whenever he decides to eat, he pretends he doesn't notice. She might be growing on him.

He lets her- it sleep with him. The thing is so small, it shivers itself to sleep. The poor kitten will die in the winter. He curls around her protectively to stave off the elements. His element is kind enough to avoid blasting them with sharp gales of frozen air.

Morro is never seen without her. The locals call him "Black Cat Man", as she's always visible peering curiously out of his hood, resting on his shoulders. She's gained weight, and is looking more healthy, rather than emaciated.

—

Maybe she should have a name.

"Shadow?" No.

"Midnight?" No.

"Ash?" No. Light nip on the ear.

"...Violet?" Purring and a nuzzle to the cheek.

When Lloyd and the Ninja liberate the city, Morro helps.

Not much, but he helps. He guides crowds of escapees to safe locations, escorts people out of unstable buildings, finds people trapped in rubble; he helps.

Violet cheers up some siblings that got separated from their parents. The family reunites, and the children ask for a black cat.

Wu is alive. He looks strangely young, but he is alive.

Morro cries in an alleyway when he is finally alone. With Violet, of course. He missed his Sensei.

Part of him considered trying to return. Arriving one day to the monastery, the doors wide open and Wu waiting for him. To apologize for everything he did and just be his student again.

But, he can't. He's hurt too many people, hurt those his sensei care for. Hurt Lloyd.

He cannot return.

He will imagine anyways.

Morro got a job. Apparently, he fit the "emo-punk vibe" the store was going for. He doesn't know exactly what they mean by that, but at least he doesn't have to steal food anymore.

He also got an apartment. It is quite small, but enough space for him and Violet. The place came with furniture and appliances, so he bought cat supplies and clothes. The wind elemental was told by a worker that he had an outdated style – she pushed him over to a store that had, in her words, "alternative clothing", which "fit his vibe" more.

He thinks she's right after trying on a few outfits.

Her name is Eryn. She gives him her phone number, the nickname "Stripes", and tells him, "Once you get a phone, call me up, 'kay Stripes?"

—

Morro thinks Eryn's pretty cool. Likes her... "vibe". Is he using that word correctly?

New slang is so weird.

He's saving up for a phone, which is easy because the place he works at, Skreeming Skullz, pays a good amount of money. As long as rent doesn't raise too high.

He meet two of his neighbors; Acid and Maggie. They're dating, and live together. Acid is something they call "non-binary", which means they aren't male or female.

Morro understands, he feels the same way. He tells Acid this, and they introduce him to all of the different "genders" and "pronouns". He thinks he may be agender.

It doesn't matter to him; he's still Morro.

Whenever their landlord tries to bring up rent, the three of them do things like break windows, yell loudly, graffiti walls, and generally make living suck a little more. Some of their other neighbors do the same thing.

He asks Maggie why. "We're rebellin'," she says. "We're tellin' 'em that we won' pay more to live here, n' no one else'll wanna live in a buildin' with broken windows and rowdy ass neighb'rs."

Violet has gotten much bigger. Morro uses to be able to hold her with one hand, now she fits into his arms, provided he cradles her like a baby.

He also brought her to the veterinarian, got her vaccinated, tested, and given a check up. She is perfectly healthy, surprising considering she grew up on the streets. The vet said Violet looks like a Maine Coon, which means she'll get much bigger. They think she's about 7 months old.

His powers are slowly returning. It reminds him of when he first unlocked his powers. He had to focus to even shift around leaves.

He works to become better. Not like he did with Wu; to become the Green Ninja. He practices because he loves his element. He tentatively told Eryn, Acid, and Maggie about his powers. He thinks they may have made the connection that he's the ghost from the Stiix Incident.

They don't act differently.

—

Morro is... happy. He has a purpose. He's friends with Eryn, they made friendship bracelets and she promised that, no matter how "kooky" or "messed up" he is, she is his friend. He's Violet's caretaker. He's Maggie and Acid's neighbor. He's the Master of Wind.

...

He still misses Sensei Wu.

Most times, Morro's happy. He goes on walks with Violet, catches up on history at the library, texts Eryn modern slang questions, and hikes to the top of hills to feel the breeze.

Sometimes, Morro's sad. He sits around with the old, rickety blinds as shut as possible. He eats cold leftovers from three days ago. He questions if he deserved any of this. On those days, Violet carries over her brush and purrs contentedly as Morro grooms her dark fur. She always makes him feel a bit better. Makes the bad days not as bad.

Sometimes, Morro's angry. He soaks in the silence of his internal fuming. He yells incoherently. He repeatedly hits the wooden table. He complains to Violet about destiny's unfairness.

He isn't angry as often anymore. He has another worth, another purpose, he doesn't need to be the Green Ninja; doesn't need to be Lloyd.

—

The Ninja aren't in Ninjago City much. According to rumors, they're finally rebuilding the monastery.

Ninjago City is rebuilding as well. Morro volunteers around the city, when he can.

It's good that the Ninja aren't often there anymore. His throat seizes and his heart bangs against his ribcage like it's imprisoned whenever he sees the Green Ninja, or the Water Ninja, or Sensei Wu. He cannot be caught.

Morro helps people from getting attacked by fiery snakes, and watches the Prime Empire attack happen through NGTV News at home with Acid, Eryn, and Maggie.

He ventures out more when the Ninja leave to Shintaro.

He finds a nice, serene coffee shop with decent prices. There's a kind barista there, they smell of lavender and coffee, and have a bunch of piercings in their face. Their name is Salem. They used to go to college with Eryn.

Morro's powers are going crazy. He doesn't often use them, unless it's a "rot day", as Maggie calls them. Apparently, when Morro doesn't feel like doing anything because he's done too much, that's normal for some people, and he shouldn't be chastised or forced to work more. He was a bit shocked by this, as that was always Wu's first go-to solution. Then again, that old fool was quite outdated. Morro mostly use them to check for people or to get things out of reach.

He shatters a plate, which scares Violet. Acid and Maggie bursts in to make sure he's okay, and helps him clean up the broken plate. He also sees on the news that the Water Ninja's powers are acting up too; she conjured a water spout and lost control of it. He knows the history of Wojira and their powers connection, but Morro brushes it off.

It's probably fine.

—

A few days later, he scolds himself for brushing that off as he barely keeps Violet and himself afloat. She mewls quietly, clearly upset at this situation.

Morro tries one more time to rocket them out of the water, and this time it works. He uses his now-under-control powers to dry Violet and himself off.

He sets her down, and dives back in to find Acid and Maggie, who are trapped in their apartment. He manages to break a window to get in, causing water to gush in and fill any spaces that haven't been flooded yet. He grabs their hands and they swim like hell to the surface, landing of the rooftop where Violet is.

His phone miraculously works, so he dials up Eryn, who is out of town to visit family. She and her family are luckily okay, as they live up on a mountain. He also checks on Salem, who is saved by one of the Ninja.

They see the Wa- Nya merge with the sea, and a part of Morro nags to join her. He watches as she left her family and friends. He quietly stands near the back of her sort-of funeral.

Morro knows she isn't gone, he had a gut feeling... or is it more his elemental power knowing? His connection with Nya is strange.

He wonders if she could feel it too.

The Ninja seem to disappear along with her.

Kai leaves to teach kids martial arts. Jay leaves. Zane stops expressing emotion. Lloyd completely quit to become a window washer. Cole was the only one that seems to continue semi-normally, but it was obvious Nya's absence affects him too. He has no clue what Sensei Wu is up to. He worries about him, Wu never handles loss well.

While Morro learns about the other Ninja through the news, social media, or rumors around his complex, he discovers Lloyd's fate himself. Hell, he shows up at his window.

To clean it.

Luckily, Morro could tell it's him before he sees into the window, so Morro has a chance to dash into hiding. He doesn't clean windows on Morro's complex often, but Morro makes an effort to never be home when Lloyd's cleaning.

[k-nayee]

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❝The only reason you have any standing is through the pity and charity of my family.❞

Daemon stopped directly in front of you, icy gaze looking down at you with contempt. ❝We both know what you truly are—a bastard fished out the sea by the Queen Who Never Was.❞

The room fell silent, his words hanging heavy in the air. Predatory eyes were locked on you: intently watching, waiting for the tears of humiliation to spill as you flee away to—

laughter.

His smug and confident expression faltered.

Dark, bitter laughter spilled from your lips. The sound was soft at first, growing louder until it echoed off the stone walls.

Confusion flickered across Daemon's face once he realized his words had not struck as intended.

❝No threat, you say?❞ you murmured, amusement still coloring your tone.

As the last of your laughter faded, you lift your gaze to meet his. Daemon nearly recoiled at the intensity within your golden eyes.

They blazed with molten fury, feeling as if fire licked every surface of skin you looked upon. For a brief moment, he felt the urge to flee, unsettled by the force of your stare.

❝It is only because I have not been wronged,❞ you said, your voice now cold and cutting, ❝that I have not become one.❞

The King Consort’s face darkened as his smirk vanished completely, his eyes narrowing as your words took hold. But before he could respond, you stepped forward, closing the distance between you.

❝It is strange,❞ you drawled, voice laced with a chilling disdain and calmness. The roles had reversed; it was now you who looked at him as if he were nothing more than an insect beneath your feet. ❝There is no Targaryen blood running through my veins, and yet Dragons bow down before me.❞

You leaned in ever so slightly as you look through your lashes; a cruel, sinister smile tugging at your pretty lips.

Golden eyes clashed against violet, your gaze piercing through him as the room filled with silent, dangerous tension.

❝I wonder...can I do the same for their riders?❞

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If you came from my other books, welcome back! If not, that means I'm at least doing sum right and gaining reads🤧

Not gonna do a whole ass speech, we all know the basic things. But to make sure, the most important things I wanna emphasis on will be bolded so you cant say I didn't warn ya:

1) Plagiarism is a HELLA big no no. Takes a lot of time and energy to even to write out a whole completed chapter other than half-assed drafts. If I find out you stealing without credit: I'm blocking and reporting until your account is taken down.

2) This story will contain profanity, violence, dark humor, and other mature themes

3) I will either skip over certain parts of the show/book series or diverge the plot because I don't wanna follow every episode

4) Canon characters may/will be slight ooc, but will maintain their overall personality

5) I may end up making the book an "in-between arc" type of story if I either get too lazy or don't know how to end it

6) Other than the golden eye color: skin tone, hair color, and other descriptions are up to audience

7) I live a life outside of Tumblr, so please don't be commenting "update update!" That shit is rude and disrespectful and I don't like pressure; takes the fun out of writing.

Okay! That's all I gotta say for this. See y'all later!

[defira85]

1, 3, 10, and 20 for Kass and Rhyme? :DDDD

From the ask meme here!

What was the original thought that led to the creation of this character?

I'm too easy, I found out that the Dark Urge and Gortash had a history together and chemistry and I read a fic or two and went "well. That's it for me then"

Rhyme... hmmm. I think it was similar to how I went about it with Zhier and Violet, I knew I needed a Gale romancer and went "what sort of character do I want to throw at him?"

3. What was the first thing you decided on, the character's name, appearance, personality or their role in the story?

It was Kass' appearance! I just made a human woman who looked as close to default dragonborn Durge as possible, with some nods to some of Bhaal's canon appearances. I think the name came next, and then the personality developed from there. Except the first few drabbles I wrote for her are quite OOC these days in comparison

Rhyme was like Zhier and Violet - role in the story came first (Gale's romance) and then personality as I tried to work out what sort of story I wanted to tell with their romance. Name and appearance are intrinsically linked because I knew she was a drow so I had to research drow names

10. What is their main character arc in the story? Where do they start and how do they develop? Do they get a happy ending or is their story a tragic one?

I like to think of the events of BG3 as just a single chapter in the larger tale of their lives. Both of them have significant stories that take place prior to the game, and both have significant stories that take place after the game. It's just one step in their story. And we all know that I'm a slut for the angstiest angst that ever angst'd as long as it has a happy ending - the pain makes the sweetness all the sweeter

Kass has tried multiple times to come to know who she is as a person and who she wants to be as a person, but it wasn't until the events of the game that she got a full clean slate so to speak. I don't even think calling it a clean slate is right, because the legacy in her blood haunts her so heavily even with the brain damage and amnesia, but the events of the game gave her a hard reset that her first death in 1482 couldn't give her.

Rhyme's story is very close to my heart. It's about learning to live again when you've been lost for so long due to your health and thoughts of suicide, and about trying to learn how to believe someone when they say they love you even with that baggage, even when you believe there's nothing worthwhile in your body to find desirable or your soul to find appealing to a soul mate

20. Bonus question: share any additional thoughts, art, favourite scenes, anything you've been waiting for a chance to ramble about

You're trying to get extra things out of me!!! Secrets!!!

I do often worry that I didn't write Kass' chronic pain or brain damage in a manner appropriate for the severity of the situation, or in a respectful way. I know I was in a rush to finish up the fic and get the happy ending stuff out of the way, but yeah. I think about it a lot

Rhyme secret - the Gromph stuff post game is fucking canon so I hope you're all happy

[the-violet-recluse]

Alright, let’s do this one more time.

I’m Recluse, the spider-person of Earth 7310-1. I got bitten by a spider, as one does, got some sick-ass powers, and now I’m trying to balance being Hyacinth City’s one and only Violet Recluse with not failing high school. 

Honestly I’m trying to figure this whole world out. Or worlds, I suppose. Just fell through some weird portal into HQ. I’m not sure about this hero thing, but I’m hoping to maybe make some friends here? 

I’m definitely up for a chat anytime! Just shoot me an ask or tag me and I’ll be sure to reply. (All posts open to interact :])

And if anyone has any information about Symbiotes, specifically, that would be much appreciated.

I use whatever pronouns are easier (or funnier) in any given situation. I’m a minor, but if you call me “kid”, I cannot promise you will be left unharmed. /j

My favorite idiots VICE or Bluejay may drop by sometimes. Posts about or including VICE will be tagged #[VICE mentioned!] and posts where she speaks will be tagged #[VICE on air!], and similarly, posts mentioning Bluejay will be tagged #[Bluejay mentioned!] and ones where she steals my phone speaks will be tagged #[Bluejay sings!] (they now have their own blog @bluejayandvice)

My Earth is, I’ve been told, quite nauseating for visitors. Our world is very non-literal, with shifting styles and color schemes. It’s sort of complicated to decipher for folks who weren’t born here. I’m from Hyacinth City, a sanctuary city for Mutants and Enhanced individuals. It’s pretty much got the highest concentration of Powered folk outside of a lab.

I’m always doing any ask meme I’ve reblogged. Just specify which one you’re asking for if it’s been a while.

~~~~~{OOC}~~~~~

This is my first time doing an actual RP so genuinely please tell me if I do something that’s like. Rude or violates some sort of etiquette I might not know. I never intend to do anything that makes a person uncomfortable, I’m just socially oblivious sometimes.

If it has been more than 48 hours and I haven’t responded, maybe re-send the ask or tag me again because it’s highly likely I just missed it.

I interact with OCs and canon characters of any fandom :)

I’m willing to rp with people of all ages, I just ask that there’s no explicit asks or interactions directed toward Recluse, as both Mun and Muse are minors. I’m fine with strong language, violence, and crass jokes, but no genuine advances towards Recluse.

Posts interacting with others are tagged #RP reply and also tagged with the urls of whoever else is in the conversation (without any hyphens because tumblr won’t auto-recommend a tag with hyphens and it’s hard for me to type it out correctly every time on mobile) Aer tagged #boiled toast art since that’s my personal art tag

Posts tagged #my dearest hyacinthus are posted directly to Earth 7310-1. This does not mean that others not from 7310-1 can’t interact

TL;DR

New to rp please tell me if I’m rude

mun and muse are both minors. Jokes are fine. Don’t try to get in Recluse’s pants

willing to rp with any fandom, spider/marvel or no

if I don’t respond I probably forgot. Just say smthn again to remind me

Story arcs

Finding VICE

[pokemon-academy-official]

Welcome to the Pokémon Academy!

Originally operating in Viridian City in West Kanto and Violet City in Central Johto, the Pokémon Academy has grown to teach individuals of any age across regions about Pokémon. Whether it be breeding, care, training, battling, or competing in contests, Pokémon can be surprising! We strive to reach all of our students at their level, teaching concepts from the very basics of type effectiveness to how to properly care for a specific Pokémon, to what exactly the numbers in your Pokédex actually mean.

In this Rotomblr blog, we will occasionally share information on a specific topic, such as what a Pokémon's "level" is, or the unusual occurrences near Pokémon Tower in Lavender Town in East Kanto.

Feel free to send an ask for us to cover a specific topic!

We ask that you please keep discussion civil and appropriate for all ages. Thank you for your understanding, and we hope to be able to teach each and every one of you something new!

OOC in orange.

This blog is a work of fiction.

I can't promise I will post regularly, or for very long, but it seems like a bit of fun.

Different Rotomblr blogs have different rules about how Pokémon work, so please don't take any posts here too strongly as gospel. I'm just a guy that likes Pokémon.

This blog's canon sticks very closely to the mainline games' logic, lore, and history. Others games that closely line up (such as the Colosseum and Ranger games) and the anime are also considered. Additionally:

Events of the games have occurred, but may not be public knowledge.

Pokémon and animals both coexist.

Pokémon are generally slightly more intelligent than smart animals (such as cats dogs and birds)

The Pokémon Academy is a worldwide organization, but Naranja-Uva and Blueberry Academies are separate entities. They all consider each other "sister institutions."

The Pokémon Leagues of different regions are different organizations, but very closely affiliated. The Pokémon Academy works closely with many of them.

Tags, apart from `#rotomblr`, `#pokemon irl`, and `-h` (used in posts with updates from me), are in-universe.

Hub blog: @hakr-hub

INTERACTION RULES

DO:

Send (anon or non-anon!) asks about topics you'd like me to cover! May not respond if it isn't related to Pokémon, but I'll try to make a connection wherever I can!

Reblog! Interact! This blog isn't a story based one so I won't be going through arcs or anything but Absol-utely (sorry...) interact IC!

Disagree! This blog will be open to discussion so long as it remains civil. That said I personally won't be hurt if your character gets mad and says something hurtful. I just won't respond :shrug:

DON'T:

Any NSFW, particularly "Pokephilia" or anything adjacent. This blog will treat Pokémon as more intelligent than animals but that does not imply ability to consent. I'm not debating you on this.

Bigotry. At all. I'm not cool with it, the in-universe runner of the blog isn't cool with it. You'll get blocked, for real.

Thanks for reading!

<3 -h

[aspens-dragons]

hi rotumblr :/

im still not really into purple but it matches my hair ig

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Hey, I'm Aspen (he/him 👍) and I'm a junior at Naranja-Uva Academy! (i'm typing this with like proper grammar for readability purposes but i DO NOT fuckin type like this regularly lmfao) Rn I'm in the STEM track with a primary focus in veterinary sciences and a secondary focus in battle studies. And I'm vice-captain of our Cyclizar racing team! If you haven't noticed by now, I like Dragon-types.

Other than my Cyclizar (her name's Spitfire!) I have four Pokemon, my Alolan Raichu (named Chip), my Dreepy (named Zeppelin), and my Alolan Vulpix (Flos).

...And there's point in hiding it anymore, is it? I also have a Silvally, entrusted to me by the Alolan and Paldean governments (read: I caught it when I wasn't supposed to and it got attached.) referred to as 04.

AND in addition to them, I have five other Pokemon, but they're kinda retired and live in Alola with my parents, but they're Pebble (Lycanroc), Jitters (Golisopod), Chloro (Lurantis), Grampy (Drampa) and Hibiscus (Kommo-o). I call Chip and those five the Big Six, 'cause they're the Pokemon I used while on my Island Challenge.

Speaking of my Island Challenge though, I was born in Nimbasa City, but I moved to Alola when I was... I wanna say maybe two or three? I dunno, I don't remember the moving part. Also, I've got an older brother (23) and a baby sister (3).

Anyway, I've talked a lot, but I think that's about it. Feel free to send in asks or whatever

OOC under the cut!

Things to know!

Last updated: 12/30/2024

Hey, welcome!! Likes and follows come from @aster-pkmn-irl-real!

Current Arc(s): Victory Road

Mod and muse are both minors! Please be mindful of that when interacting. This means no NSFW. The occasional dick joke is fine, but keep it PG-13.

Aspen exists in a timeline shortly after the events of Scarlet and Violet. He knows very little about what occurred during The Way Home.

Sentient Pokemon, eeby deebys, slow eeby deebys, chosens, legendaries, etc. are all welcome to interact, though Aspen may be skeptical about eeby deebys, legendaries, chosens, and evil teams!

Pelipper Mail/Malice, Musharna Mail/Malice, and Magic Anons are OFF.

Other than the rules above, feel free to send in asks :D

All posts prior to 06/05/2024 are not canon to this blog.

Aspen's older brother might show up on the blog sometimes, so look out for that!

Aspen has a RotomPhone named Lithium, who will be talking with orange text!

Tags!

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#dragon dance ⇌ Reblogs from Aspen (without anything added/only tags)

#breaking swipe ⇌ Answered asks from Aspen

#fickle beam ⇌ Posts to pay attention to

#blind spot ⇌ Posts that cannot be seen by certain blogs connected to this one, those being @jaimemes, @espers-n-espurrs, @yveltalreal, @vulgrados-best, @rock-n-rolycoly, @estranger-and-stranger-still, and @victoria-vd. If only one or two characters cannot see the post, the character's name will be tagged as well.

These are just the tags that are used the most--for all of them, see this page.

Tags are used to denote posts that are part of a specific arc. See this page for a list of tags and arc summaries.

[the-catcf-confession-blog-ever]

All the kids in 2005 film are far from being actually evil, and that's on purpose.

In the production notes there is a line that goes "We're not saying they’re *bad*, these four Golden Ticket winners, but as Zanuck diplomatically puts it, “they’re not the kind of children you’d be proud to call your own.”"

Augustus was greedy and gluttonous. He made fun of Charlie. Was stupid. And that's it. He was rude and loved to eat too much.

Violet was competitive to the point of being toxic. She was raised that way. Suffers herself the most from her bad decisions.

Veruca was spoiled and demanding. Felt a satisfaction when Violet was eliminated. Never said anything bad to other kids, Charlie included, even if to not waste her time. Only pushed Violet's hand in the goo in the deleted scene, nothing more dangerous. Enough bad, nothing worse.

Mike was angry and know-it-all. Argued with Wonka a lot. Was violent. To... pumpkins and mobs in videogame. He is essentially a subversion of violent kid. Like, there are moments that can be brushed as OOC in the movie, but not his reactions to the demises, because we know nothing actually scary happened on set, and apathy is far more easy to play than fear. The worst he does is pushing Charlie one time and tossing Oompa-Loompas when he was pissed off. Mostly he's a bad-mouthed jerkass, who actually attacks who he thinks deserves it. He managed to have a dialogue with Charlie and ended up insulting not him, but Wonka again.

Why then? Do people really intend to feel satisfaction when the eliminations happen? Like, they would learn their lesson because it's a morality tale and stuff, BUT. Every scene is treated like horror. Genuinely good people in-universe are horrified at the sight. Wonka is NOT treated like a good person. He had an arc in this movie, for God's sake, where he learns to accept family. He has a lot to learn.

~~

[novankenn]

the Invasion...

Glynda Goodwitch, the deputy Headmistress of Beacon Academy, and current Combat instructor, looked about herself checking to make sure she hadn't been followed. Seeing the coast was clear she entered the derelict looking storefront. Inside she came face to face with herself. Though this version was wearing a summer dress, and not business attire.

????: GLYN!!!

THE Glynda Goodwitch was instantly subdued by a hug from her twin sister. Which the stoic professor instantly melted into a returned.

Glynda: Jasime, it's been too long.

Jasmine: It wouldn't be if you'd just come home for visits!

Glynda: I'm sorry, you have no idea what it's like! All these kids, all these hormones!

Jasmine: (deadpans) I gave you 7 nieces and 1 nephew. I know.

Glynda: But you had help! I have... Ozpin!

Jasmine: You have a point, there.

Glynda: Anyway (pulls out her scroll and expands it.) I have everything we need right here. We can begin the operation as soon as the girls get here.

Jasmine: They're already here, girls.

Six blond haired girls all dressed in spec-ops gear step out of the shadows, and wave at their aunt.

Glynda: Oh... (sniffles) they've all got so big! I've missed so much!

Jasmine: It's okay, sis.

Glynda: But... (sniffles) wait, I see... Vert, Jade, Violet, Noir, Blanche and Juniper. Where's Saphron?

Jasmine: Adrian is teething, so she had to stay in Argus.

Glynda: Ohhhh, the poor little guy.

Jasmine: So are you sure? These... targets are the correct choices?

Glynda: They are. Trust me Jas, I know how to profile individuals.

Jasmine: Then let's get started. (Turns to the collection of armed Arc Sisters) You will all have a target. Neutralize and exfil. No mistakes. Understood?

Arc Sisters: Yes mama.

Jasmine: Glyn if you please.

Glynda nodded and turned on the projection function of her scroll. On the dirty wall a list of target names matched to a family member.

Pyrrha Nikos -- Jasmine Arc Cinder Fall --- Glynda Goodwitch Ruby Rose -- Vert Arc Weiss Schnee -- Jade Arc Arslan Atlan -- Violet Arc May Zedong -- Noir Arc Emerald Sustrai -- Blanche Arc Ciel Soliel -- Juniper Arc Velvet Scarlatina -- Saphron Arc

Glynda: Full dossiers of each target have been uploaded to the family's secure server. Pull the info you need.

Arc Sisters: Yes Auntie.

Glynda: I think we're ready.

Jasmine: Girls, sister, it is time. Jaune is as dense as his father, and it is up to us to secure his safety and future. Are you ready?

Glynda & Arc Sisters: YES!

Jasmine: Then let's begin...

(Episodes)

[chaos-cousins]

So I fell back asleep

Kinda freaked out the woman who's house we were outside

We explained that we were Fallers and she gave us some information

So we found out that there are only 18 types (Thank arc), and we're in Paldea

She's enrolling us in the school and apparently the director guy will be here shortly

Can't believe I have to go to school again

Important ooc information:

I HAVE NOT BEATEN VIOLET. PLEASE DONT SEND ME SPOILERS. I AM DOING THIS HALF BLIND.

[bphantom01]

ARC V MONTH DAY 17 - A Salad of Heavenly Proportions

Bumper-Cars & the Yu's!

A/N: yeah ik I haven't posted anything (plus haven't been active for like 2 days) & I apologize for that. I've just been feeling rather burnt out (& this one was written in advance. I just had to tweak it here & there). This is set post-canon btw

Also, this is one of the shortest pieces ive written only at 2009 words.

Relationship/s: only platonic

Warnings: the usual cuss words & OOCness, prolly

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“Guys, come on! Fasterrr!” Yuya yelled eagerly to the other three boys behind him. “Come on, come on!”

“Yeah, guys? Why're you all so slow?” Yuri said as he casually ran beside Yuya.

Yugo got kind of infuriated by that, and while yelling out “RrrrrrrRRAAAAAAAAUUUGHHHH!” with metaphorical but evident rage in his ocean blue eyes, he jogged faster and caught up with the other two.

Meanwhile, Yuto just rolled his eyes and continued walking in the pace and speed he already had.

Yuya groaned at this and he actually ran to his back and pushed him forward.

“Hey! I'm good!” Yuto protested, trying to move out of Yuya’s way.

“Nah-uh, Yuri's right: you're slow! C’mon!”

Yuri and Yugo were already near the booth, the one to the classic Bumper-Cars.

The aforementioned duo were currently racing to it now, just a few more feet for their outstretched arms to reach.

“I'm first…!” Yugo exclaimed, reaching out.

“Pff, nah.” In a blink of an eye, Yuri instantaneously just. Overtook him and ran wayyy faster than anyone expected.

Yugo gawked at Yuri's sudden burst of speed and slowed down until he just… Stopped out of sheer bewilderment.

“Ha-haha!” They heard Yuri shout cheerfully as he finally got to the counter and talked to the person in the booth.

Somehow, he didn't even look like he broke a sweat running. In fact, he looked like he was breathing… Fine.

“How-How in the freaking shadow realm did he just—!?” Yugo said, shaking his head.

“I guess that's what growing up in Academia does to ya,” Yuto shrugged, as he just casually let Yuya push him forward.

“I guess…” Yugo followed them.

—

“Yes, there's four of us,” Yuri said, nodding and motioning to the other boys behind him.

They finally got to him.

After a little while more of arguments, they were finally let in.

“I’ll get the blue one!” Yugo yelled, hopping straight into a blue bumper car with a big orange ‘777’ on it.

Yuya went and sat in a red-colored one with little and big yellow stars on it. “I'm taking the red!” He also put his goggles to his neck, as there was the possibility of them falling off.

“Ooh yeah.” Yuri jumped into a purple-almost-pink gradient one.

And Yuto went to a dark violet with a zig-zagged yellow lightning on it. “Nice…”

A countdown started, and the four got ready.

3,

Yuri's grin increased wildly, and his eyes shone much eagerness to just ᵈᵉᶜⁱᵐᵃᵗᵉ and ᶜʳᵘˢʰ them all.

2,

Yuto gripped the steering wheel tighter, and his right foot was on the pedal—ready to press down on it any time.

1,

Yugo fumbled with whatever the seatbelt system the car had. He doesn't know how it works nor how to put it on.

GO!

And that was it. The smell of some rubber and burnt electricity filled the air around them, and Yuya reveled in it, as it was a sign that bumper cars…

Had officially begun.

He pressed down hard on the pedal, and the bumper car shot straight forward.

“Ah!” he managed to squeal before bumping into Yuri.

Oh, no. Oh no oh no oh no…

Yuri turned to him, bloodlust in his eyes.

Yuya gulped. He was now Yuri's main target.

He quickly turned his wheel to the left and drove as quickly and as far away from the psychopathic cabbage as possible.

“Yuuuya-kun!” he heard Yuri say creepily, somehow managing to dodge and counter anyone who dares to go in his way.

“Ahhhhh!” Yuya continued to leave his wheel turning left, and for the next minute the two spent it by chasing each other around the whole area.

“AH HAW HAW HAW!” Yuri laughed maniacally, twisting and turning his wheel and boosting forward just to catch up to Yuya.

…that was, until Yugo hit him straight at the center, and because of that, Yuri got himself delayed.

“Quick, Yuya! Go now while you caannnn!” Yugo said, motioning him to move away.

“Oh, yeah!” Yuya drove away from the sight as soon as he could. “Good luck with him, Yugo!”

“Don't worry! He's no match for me… I hope!”

Yuya smiled at him gratefully.

It was fun for the next ten—probably—seconds, as he then got bumped by Yuto at the back. “Haha! Gotcha, Yuya!”

“Oh-hoho, you're next!” Yuya warned happily, turning his wheel and speeding up to go after Yuto.

“Whoops! Oh no!” Yuto laughed, driving away. “Ohhh yea—ACK!”

…he got hit by Yugo wayyy too hard.

“Ah! Sorry, Yuto! Yuri's after me and I can't escape him!” Yugo apologized as he desperately moved backwards and turned to the right.

Then, for some reason, Yuto decided to go after Yuri.

He spotted the damned cabbage at a corner across from him.

Wait… Yuya was after him, so… Hmm… Maybe he could make out this plan that formed in his head.

Smirking, Yuto drove to the side and bumped and moved across everyone until he was chasing right behind Yuri.

He looked to his back and saw Yuya chasing him madly.

Yuto smiled. Then, with a swift and sudden turn to the right when no one else was there, he watched as chaos unfolded.

Just as he expected, Yuya, with a face full of regret, slammed right onto Yuri's back, driving the latter straight forward to a random person who…

Hit another. And just like a domino effect, they hit the person in front of them which caused them to hit Yugo just a few feet away and made his car crash into a corner.

The eggplant couldn't help but laugh at his triumphant accomplishment—he just found it too hilarious.

From the other side, Yuri noticed this, and he whispered to Yuya. “Tomato-kun, look at him, laughing at us.”

“Yeah… What he did was pretty hysterical in my opinion,” Yuya reasoned, chuckling at himself.

“Nah… Why don't we get Fusion and team up to take him down?” Yuri suggested, chasing another random poor person.

Yuya thought of it as he tried to catch up to someone he himself was chasing. “Good idea!” he yelled. “I’ll tell Yugo!”

“Go on!”

When Yuya bumped into the person, he went beside Yugo and quickly told him how he wanted to foil Yuri's plan by telling Yuto to team up with him and Yugo to take him—Yuri, of course—down.

And that's it. Yugo told Yuto and he agreed.

With their three common, singular, stupid brain cells somehow working together without much supervision, the three managed to surround Yuri.

“Give up, Yuto!” Yuri started. “We have you surrounded!”

“I wonder about that,” Yuto grinned, pulling off the classic ‘Sore wa dou kana’ meme on Yuri, only this time it's not with cards.

Yuri tched. What does he mean by that? He had the advantage, Yugo and Yuya were on his side…

Or were they…?

Ah. Those traitors.

Shit's about to go down, right here, right now.

He looked to his left and saw Yugo get ready. To his right, he found Yuya.

And of course, to his front: Yuto.

The atmosphere was so thick, one could try to cut it and end up successful.

Even the other people just straight-up avoided them and went on with themselves a bit further away.

And in a flash, all three zoomed in on Yuri.

He tried to swivel away but still ended up crashing onto Yugo.

Of course, the other two slammed to them as well, and now they're just a group of cars spinning into each other like some hurtling hurricane or typhoon.

“HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE THE VICTIM NOW, YURI? HUH?!” Yugo screamed, a little too much enthusiasm in his voice. One could guess that he seemed to want to murder the Academian boy.

“I'll never know,” Yuri countered nonchalantly while trying to think of a way to get himself out of the pickle.

“Grr, I'll get you…!”

“Don't you three already have me though?” Yuri asked. “Or are you blind?”

“Face it, Yuri,” Yuto began, “you've lost!”

Yuya already sensed that something was… Off, though; Yuri was too calm.

“Yuto,” Yuri said, scoffing a bit condescendingly. “Where there's a will…” he looked behind him to make sure the coast was clear then grinned, “there's a way!”

He turned his wheel until he knew it faced backwards and pressed onto the pedal, making him charge backwards while laughing evilly.

He watched, amused, as they now just crushed into each other, with Yugo even hurling onto a random person.

“HAH! Fools—OOMPH!”

As he was not looking at where his car was racing backwards off too, Yuri smashed straight to the side, and that somehow almost sent the air out of him.

“DESERRRVE!” Yugo bellowed as another car plummeted behind him. “Oi! Watch it!”

The whole bumper car ordeal went on for another minute before they all finally came to a stop.

“Hm? Why am I not moving anymore?” Yuri asked, stepping on the pedal repeatedly.

“Relax, Yuri, that's just what happens when the Bump Cars ends—the electricity cuts off and you can't move anymore,” Yuya explained as he got out of his car.

“Ah, thanks for telling me that.” Yuri unbuckled and went out himself. “Was fun while it lasted…”

“No prob.”

“That was so AWESOME!”

They looked behind them and saw Yuto and Yugo walking towards them.

“Yeah, but it's time to go now,” Yuto sighed. “Hey, guys.”

“Hi, Yuto!” Yuya greeted, waving his hand high up in the air. “Where to next?”

“Ooh ooh! I wanna do bump cars again!”

“For once, I agree with Fusion-kun. Let's do it again,” Yuri proclaimed, for some reason while grinning wildly.

Noticing this, Yugo seemed to reconsider his suggestion. “Maybe we should just leave him out of it…”

“That's not fair now, I was the source of fun the whole time!”

“Yuri, to be honest, you spent most of it ‘bullying’ us and a bunch of other people in there.” Yuto had to face-palm at this. “So I second Yugo if we're ever to go in again.”

Yuya sighed as his counterparts—now turned brothers, actually; I forgot to mention that—continued their argument. “Hey, I think we should try something else.”

Yuto looked at him and nodded. “Yuya has a point, you know!” He meant to direct that to the other two.

“Yeah, Yugo. Yuya indeed has a point—I never should've listened to you,” Yuri said, ending their argument.

“And now you're just bullying me,” Yugo groaned, rolling his eyes. “But yeah! Yuya, why don't you decide?”

The pendulum user smiled at this, happy that for once they finally acknowledged him. “I was thinking of going for the swing ride next, actually!”

“Is that the thing that's like a carousel except there's chairs at the bottom chained to the ceiling and you spin high up in the air?” Yugo burbled, excitement clear on his hyperactive expression. ‘Please please please!’

“Yeah, that's the one,” Yuto was the one to confirm. “It will give you headaches if you use it more than once, tho—"

“Then that's great! Last one there has to feed one of Yuri’s hideous plants!” Yugo declared as he ran off to the direction of said ride.

“My Predaps are not hideous, and they're beautiful! You take that back!” Yuri shouted and quickly bolted after the blueberry-banana head.

“Well,” Yuya chuckled, “we don't want to touch Yuri's plants now, do we?”

“Absolutely fucking not,” Yuto said, disgust made evident in his monotonous but somehow still excited voice. “Let's go!”

Laughing, the two ran after the others, and finally they reached the other ride.

If anyone's wondering, it was poor Yuto who was last. He was dared to feed Yuri's Chlamydosundew (which Yuri simply calls 'Chlamy') when they got home. It was an idea he absolutely hated, but he knew he couldn't do anything about it, so he just accepted.

Otherwise, it was a fun day for the boys. They got into more rides, with food following soon after (which is a bad idea, I think? The Internet sadly doesn't have exact answers for this).

—

Ending A/N: aaand done! Oh and bump cars usually last only abt 10-15 mins where I am, so let's pretend they don't here. but if where u r its longer, just disregard this ig. And im not sure if this is late lol...

[whisperingwinters]

Ooc:

I am so exited for the aftermath

Am in agony because I can’t even get involved in Gray’s arcs bc my own is being set up for after he’s better!

Who’s ready for possessive ‘Violet’?

Who are the others inhabiting her body? 👀

Find out in the next episode of Dragon Ball Z

[wereallbooked]

Onyx Storm Reviews!

Onyx Storm by Rebecca Yarros was our January 2025 book club read. We're a little behind, but we wanted to share our thoughts!

(we are certified yappers, so both reviews are below the cut! there are light plot spoilers throughout, so be aware!)

H's Review:

I’ve written 7 different Onyx Storm reviews in different locales, so I want to keep this one short and sweet. Obligatory disclaimer that I am obsessed with these books. They are my current fixation, and so even when they piss me off, I love them. 

Love: 

Bestie Violet!! Even though morally gray!Vi lacked a smooth transition from IF!Vi, I really loved her. Violet’s always made so much sense to me, and she continues to do so here. 

Xaddy. On my first read, Xaden’s behavior high key freaked me OUT. His happiness felt so OOC that I was worried it was his last glimmer of hope before he did something drastic. On my second read, however, I was able to appreciate just how many INSANE lines he had, and how he was, for lack of a better term, sooooo boyfriend. There’s really no other way to describe it. 

Dragons! I actually am NOT the biggest fan of the way the dragons are written (specifically how they talk, and also the casual eugenics ideology that is never addressed or even attempted to be unpacked) but I enjoyed them a lot more in this book. 

Questing! Like M, I am THRILLED that the gang was NOT stuck at Basigath, and that Violet didn’t spend the whole book in class. I actually really enjoyed a lot of the quest antics. I know some people felt like the narrative got disjointed here, and while I did find it to be overly fast paced, I feel that every element of the quest had such a clear narrative purpose. I just think this part of the narrative especially would have benefitted from more lingering! Let them linger! 

Daddy issues! I HATE papa sorrengail’s name and therefore will be refusing to use it. However, I really hope Rebecca takes advantage of the narrative she’s concocted for Violet here and FINALLY gets brave enough to let my girl feel some feelings!! The bit towards the end of the book wherein Vi decides her father must have thought she was broken was so upsetting, but we could absolutely make it MORE upsetting if we just let Violet THINK about it in book 4!! Especially as she has new responsibilities!! 

Riogail! Again, this ties into how batshit crazy Xaden was in this book, but I really loved the connection between Riorgail. There were narrative choices Rebecca made that pissed me off, but I really loved how clearly Xaden prioritized Violet in this book, and how willing he was to be her second. 

Loathe: 

Halden. I hate that guy. This is a side effect of being so entrenched in the fandom, but I spent the entire first chunk of the book where Halden’s a character on EDGE because of how much I hated that arc. 

On a related note, fan service. This is problematic of me, but the thought on loop in my mind as I read Onyx Storm was that fan service is fine when I’m the fan being serviced. At points, I was! But at other points, I wasn’t. I think this book was really bogged down by meta aspects (which is fan service adjacent). This probably only bothers readers who, like me, are abnormally entrenched in the Empyrean fandom, but there were a lot of pseudo fourth wall breaks that pissed me off, such as the ret-conned characterization of Catriona and Dain, the marked one’s second signet theory, plagiarism from fan works, the word RIORGAIL being in text, the amount of fourth wing call backs, and the in-text commentary on how riorgail are perceived by readers. In some aspects, it’s cool to see a finished project and know the fans were involved in the making of it, but it really upsets me at the end of the day to know that the books are SO changed by so many different variables. Rebecca truly does have good instincts, and Red Tower needs to let her use them! It seems like they (Red Tower and Rebecca) get caught up on making sure readers perceive things how Rebecca intended them to be perceived, and that’s ridiculous. Sometimes you’ll be misinterpreted, and that’s fine. Write your story anyway. 

Pacing! I think I’m the only girl in the world with this opinion, but I think this book should have been longer. A lot of people call it “tight”, and they may be right, but that’s never my first priority in a narrative. I think this book especially should be allowed to linger on different story beats and have actual fluff! I think it would really benefit from that. 

World Building! The world building in Onyx Storm was not a shock to me in terms of quality because I’ve read books one and two repeatedly with a critical eye, and I’ve thought about the world and it’s multitude of plot holes every day for over a year now. What upsets me is that it’s so clear to literally anyone with an ounce of story telling knowledge that a lot of the last minute adds world building wise in Onyx Storm could have been layered SO MUCH BETTER in books one and two if anyone at Red Tower gave a fuck about anything except getting their bag. They did a lot better on the errors-front this time around, but still: be serious about your craft. 

Sex! The sex scenes in Onyx Storm were just not remarkable, which was disappointing after Iron Flame. I say this as someone who’s read almost all of Rebecca’s contemporaries, but I think she outdid herself in IF, and that made OS too intimidating. 

Manufactured tension! This is tied into my earlier fanservice rant, but I think there are clear beats in Onyx Storm (Professor Riorson, for example) wherein Rebecca felt like she had to manufacture an additional conflict for “tension” between Violet and Xaden, but she didn’t. The literal war they have going on and Xaden’s venin arc are MORE than enough without little extra conflicts sprinkled through. I don’t think she trusts herself as much as she should as a fantasy writer. She COULD do it, but she won’t. A related point to this is the kindle unlimited of it all: I really hate chapter cliff hangers, and Rebecca’s really begun to use them as a crutch to get the kindle girlies turning pages. I understand making money, but it’s really aggravating and can ruin a reading experience. 

OVERALL, I gave Onyx Storm 5 stars. On my first read, I literally couldn’t conceive of a rating. It wrung me out like a towel. And then, I kept spontaneously thinking about the ending and bursting into tears. I missed X and V like a lung. I need these books intravenously injected. It’s a whole thing. On my second read, I just had so much damn fun. I loved coming home at night and knowing I was visiting my friends in my book. I just love these books and the main character so much, I get overwhelmed with five-star-feeling. 

M's Review:

i give onyx storm four stars. i would agree with H in that in my first (and only) read i was not necessarily enveloped with love into the world as i was with fourth wing or iron flame, and i felt it a lot more difficult to get into the book because i had many thoughts about what was going to happen. but once i had gotten through like the first 10 chapters i started to enjoy it much more. the world building was short, but i feel like short world building was very purposeful and aligns with the plot and the idea that what we know as readers is what violet knows (which can be limited in some topics). the god commentary, while a surprise, i kind of enjoy? i feel like it gives us a lot to theorize about. i will say what i looooooved most about this book was all the side characters. ridoc! and sawyer! and cat! even dain! i enjoyed reading about them and their commentaries. i also loveeeeed violet in this and felt she was really girlbossing it and growing from iron flame into a more confident rider and leader. xaden felt a bit off to me but i feel like i missed out by not re-reading iron flame before diving into onyx storm. if i could go back i would have done a re-read for sure. there were things in the book that i thought why is this happening :D but alas overall i did enjoy it and am excited for where book 4 will take us. 

[bluejayandvice]

Hello all

I [Bluejay] wasn’t gonna make a blog, but VICE and @the-violet-recluse insisted, so here we are. 

We are Bluejay and VICE, a host and her symbiote respectively. We are part of the Violet Recluse’s vigilante team based in Hyacinth City, Earth 7310-1 You’re more likely to meet us as the Vice pair, as Bluejay doesn’t go out unless we’re together. 

VICE is the name used by the symbiote, and is the name used collectively by both of us. We will try our best to avoid confusion, but it may be difficult. Bluejay refers to the symbiote as Vee, but this is not a nickname we want you to use.

We use the plural we to refer to ourselves, and we would appreciate it if you use the plural they when referring to the pair of us, as we are two distinct beings. Bluejay and VICE use she/her pronouns individually.

For legal reasons, we wish to say that despite what we may or may not say on this blog, we do not condone any illegal activity, including but not limited to assault, battery, trespassing on private or government property, vigilantism, theft, intimidation, destruction of property, piracy, and resisting arrest. 

Not every post is looked over by both VICE and Bluejay, and not every post reflects shared beliefs. Bluejay’s posts will be tagged #[Bluejay sings!] and VICE’s posts will be tagged #[VICE on air!], same as they are on Recluse’s blog. VICE’s words are in bold and italic, and Bluejay’s is normal (or sometimes colored blue for clarity). Bluejay voices most shared sentiments.

We would also like to say, in case it is not clear by our actions, that we both believe Mutants and Enhanced persons deserve the same protections of law that non-powered people have. We also believe that non-human beings should be allowed citizenship and protection under the law. 

You are being boring

We are VICE. We are protectors. We will fight for those who need it.

Bluejay is soft, but VICE is not.

This is a threat.

We are not threatening anyone, simply stating facts. 

We are here to have a fun time.

We are here for PR. 

We wish to make friends, because our spider has abandoned us

Because Recluse has her own life, and there are not many people we can talk to, being the way we are and all. 

~~~{OOC}~~~

We are willing to rp with anyone regardless of age, but be aware that both VICE and Bluejay are minors, and so is the person running this blog. Please shy away from sexual content (jokes are ok!)

We will make it very clear if we are uncomfortable. 

Same as Recluse, we tag every rp post with the urls of the people in the thread. 

Posts tagged #my dearest hyacinthus are posted directly to Earth 7310-1. This does not mean that others not from 7310-1 can’t interact

This is NOT meant to represent anyone with DID, OSDD, or any other kind of real-life plurality/multiplicity. This is just for the funsies, and is an entirely fictional type of relationship between a host human and alien parasite.

Story arcs!

Finding VICE

(Just ignore any timeline inconsistencies with this, because we want to interact with different spiders and everyone has different times that they’re on. Just treat interactions with each separate spider as a separate thing I guess. Idk. We’re overthinking this.)