#both terribly wanting to live despite being doomed

[vela-pulsars]

a little experiment

[vickyvicarious]

"For your mother's sake."

It hits so hard, on multiple levels. First, what this might mean for her. It's her final effort, the most impactful thing she says after religion, superstition, outright pleading on her knees and crying all fail. She knows that she can't stop him from going, but at the very least she will try her best to protect him as much as she can. She places the crucifix around his neck herself, doesn't just hand it to him.

Did she lose a child to Dracula in the past? Is she seeing echoes of her own son in Jonathan's face? Or perhaps there have been brave young men who tried to fight back against him, who deliberately went to the castle and never returned. Maybe Jonathan is the first person she's met who is actually trying to go there, and while she knows it can only end in his death, the idea of letting anyone go willingly to that evil place is more than she can bear. She's giving up a piece of her own protection. The Count has been sending letters to her husband; he was the one who suggested Jonathan stay here. He knows of her. If she shows any resistance it could mean greater danger for herself, and giving Jonathan her crucifix means losing a powerful totem of self-protection. If he actually listened to her warning, she can probably expect a terrible fate of her own; maybe even just giving him the crucifix alone would be enough to ensure that. But again, whether he reminds her of her own lost son or just because he doesn't know what he's getting himself into, she can't bear to do nothing. She places herself in the role of his mother here. "For my sake," she's saying, "let me do what little I can to save you. Please."

Jonathan is an orphan. We don't know the circumstances of his childhood, but it's possible that he never even knew his mother. (It's my headcanon.) Even if he did, she has been gone for a long time now. And yet these are the words he can't argue with in the end. He was already taking her seriously, and trying to treat her with respect. Her warnings were obviously distressing to him, but there's no way he can actually turn back now. His livelihood depends on this trip, he has no actual evidence to justify leaving, and he also wants so badly to live up to Mr. Hawkins' trust in him. He is already "thinking of his father" (or the closest he has) when he says he has to go to the castle. And yet, the care and fear and love this woman is showing for him hits so hard. I wonder if he is thinking of his actual mother when he accepts the crucifix. Whether the concept of her or an actual memory... Or maybe he too is placing her in the role of his mother here. Maybe, in keeping the crucifix (and not just with him, but around his neck where she placed it, even as he rides away) he is saying yes to that implicit request as well. "I'll let you care for me. I'll accept it gratefully." It's the first motherly care he has probably felt in many long years.

In this book, children are placed in terrible danger again and again, and most of the time they can't be saved. Parents and parental figures are equally doomed, leaving our heroes all orphaned in a sense, unable to rely on any greater source of wisdom or comfort. They have to take things into their own hands and deal with the problem alone, despite still being caught up in grief for what they've lost - a kind of coming of age in that sense. There's even a literal version of this happening with both Arthur and Jonathan (and Mina) specifically, when their father figures die and leave them with sudden new responsibilities. And of course, the inheritances from these father figures help in distinct and immensely useful ways, even as they remain absent from the story throughout. They haunt the margins at best until death steals them away completely, and their illnesses tend to serve to divide our heroes from one another when they needed to be united sooner. I personally don't count van Helsing as a father figure really, but if you do then he is the only one who manages to be around and be directly helpful (and even then, he's unable to save Lucy), even though all the fathers we hear from are loved and loving. But we do actually meet a few mothers, and they are usually unable to alter the story despite being more present. Their efforts to save their children are misdirected and only bring about their own death as well, in the end. Lucy's mother seems to mean well but everything she does directly makes everything harder; the mother at the castle later tries to avenge her child possibly against the wrong person, and in any case is unable to succeed. But here, the innkeeper's wife with her crucifix manages what no other mother does. Even though she assumes this to be another wasted effort (in fact, she can't bear to remain in the room with him afterwards; re: Dracula did such a good job with the hopelessness in her voice when she says the 'mother's sake' line), her assistance helps Jonathan to survive. His 'inheritance' from this momentary mother-figure isn't just the physical crucifix, though that is useful (and also the only inheritance a mother leaves for a child throughout the book, even when it would be expected and easy and make complete sense to do so, ahem). It's also the first and the most knowledgeable and the most effective aid given to a 'child' throughout the entire book.

[ddejavvu]

Thick Thighs Save Lives - Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Reader x Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

Summary: Being the only aviator with meat on your bones is tough. It's even more tough when you're stuck showering with two of your teammates.

Contents/Warnings: smut (minors dni), double penetration, fingering (vaginal and anal, f receiving), oral (m receiving), dirty talk, shower sex, protected sex, spit kink, body insecurities, mid/plus!sized reader, self-deprecation, arguing, angst with a fluffy/smutty ending

WC: 5.5K / navi

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If there’s anything you don’t want to hear during a not-so-friendly game of beach football, it’s ‘shit!’. The exclamation comes from Coyote who’s branched off to your towels on the sand, fingers curled around his watch, “We’re late.”

“How late?” Phoenix is already adjusting her ponytail, as it’s frazzled from the action. She’s squinting in the sun and remedies it by knocking her sunglasses down off of her head and onto her nose. It’s smooth, and she knows it by the soft smirk that curls at her lips.

“We have twenty minutes to get on the road.” 

“Shit,” Rooster parrots, dropping the ball where he stands, which is how you know he’s panicked too, “We all need showers. Penny’s gonna kill us if we stink up the restaurant.”

“We can go in teams,” Fanboy decides, already sprinting over to his towel, “We don’t have time for individual ones.”

Before you can get a word in edgewise Coyote and Phoenix are rushing to join him, Bob hot on their trail. The showers are spacious, sure, but you wouldn’t exactly volunteer to share them with anyone. 

With a terrible sinking feeling in your stomach you realize that the only three left are you, Rooster, and Hangman. That means the only way you’ll get to Penny and Maverick’s engagement party is if you shower together.

They’re already at their towels, scrubbing sand out of their hair and strapping their watches back on. Hangman’s is a thick, black leather band, and you can see flecks of sand marring the sleek strap from where it laid on the towel. Rooster’s is thinner, brown in color and gold around the rim. His is clean, but he puts it on his sweaty, sandy wrist. It won’t be for long.

Both men are shirtless, too-tight jean shorts squeezing their waists. You make a point not to stare as you trek back to your towel, already picking up on their competitive banter before you’ve even stood beside them.

“-probably use all my shampoo,” Hangman scoffs, clenching his towel tight in his fist, “You always steal my shit, Bradshaw.”

“I think it’s only fair seeing as you steal my gel!” Rooster quips back, gesturing to Hangman’s stiff, shiny hair, untouched even after your game, “Isn’t it fucking weird, Y/L/N? How much he uses?”

Rooster looks back at you for confirmation, someone on his side. But you’re too disheartened to respond, dreading your impending doom. All you offer is a meager, “Yeah.”, that curls a frown under Rooster’s mustache.

“You hurt yourself or something?” Hangman raises an eyebrow, stunned by your lack of teasing, “I think we need to call the doctor, you didn’t just insult me.”

“I’m fine.” You grumble, towel held around your waist despite the presence of your rash guard, “Just tired from football.”

“Well get ready,” Rooster warns you, “Mav’s gonna have to tell us all about how he and Penny met, and I’m really hoping he withholds the details on the little rendezvous that got him in trouble with her dad, but I know he won’t.”

You shudder for a moment, if only to please him, to throw him off your scent. You’re tired, there’s not any other reason you’re in a funk. You’re tired.

You are tired. You’re tired of caring, of constantly thinking about it. You’re tired of wearing a rash guard to the beach instead of a swimsuit, because everyone else is smaller than you. You’re tired of watching people’s eyes, tracking them to make sure that if they ever dip below your chest there’s something in front of your stomach to block it from their view. You’re tired of adjusting your uniform to make it looser, you’re tired of leaning against the bar instead of sitting at it, you’re just tired.

You are tired. You’re tired of caring, of constantly thinking about it. You’re tired of wearing a rash guard to the beach instead of a swimsuit, because everyone else is smaller than you. You’re tired of watching people’s eyes, tracking them to make sure that if they ever dip below your chest there’s something in front of your stomach to block it from their view. You’re tired of adjusting your uniform to make it looser, you’re tired of leaning against the bar instead of sitting at it, you’re just tired.

“Hey,” Hangman’s voice breaks you out of your thoughts, admittedly less grating and irritating than it normally is “You sure you’re okay?”

You blink and they’re staring at you, brows furrowed and limbs frozen in place. You wish that the waves lapping gently at the sand would crash onto shore and swallow you whole, sweep you up in a tidal wave of salt water and seaweed so that you wouldn’t have to answer.

“I’m fine,” You grit, slipping your feet into your shoes and rushing to stand outside the showers, “C’mon, we’ll be late.”

--

You had hoped that they’d get too busy bickering with each other to ever find you. But here they come, not five minutes later, just as Phoenix steps out of the steamy bathroom. A towel is wrapped around her torso and Hangman exaggerates his ogling of her, only turning your stomach further.

“Perfect timing,” He drawls, and she rolls her eyes. 

Bob steps out next, taking one look at her face and stepping in front of her, “Your turn, Bagman. Try not to use all the gel.”

“See?” Rooster nudges you, his elbow against your arm as Bob and Phoenix walk away, “I told you! It’s absurd, he slathers it on like cement.”

“He’s gotta,” Coyote drawls, reaching over to knock on Jake’s head, “Otherwise his head’d sound as empty as it is.”

The two engage in a good-natured shoving match, but it’s one that nearly sends Coyote’s towel cascading to the ground, and you keep your eyes firmly on the tiny bottles of shampoo and conditioner that you’d brought. You read over the ingredients, as if sodium laureth sulfate and glycol distearate will keep your mind off of your humiliation.

“You said you’re fine,” Bradley murmurs from beside you, “But if it’s something you just don’t wanna say around Hangman, he’s not listening.”

Part of you is less embarrassed to be honest and exposed to Rooster than Hangman. But he’s still a man, an incredibly fit one at that, and you’re not sure you’d ever want to reveal it to either of them.

“I’m just nervous,” You tell him the only part of the truth you’re willing to admit. I’ve never... showered with a- a boy before. A man.”

You cringe at your misstep, but if Bradley’s amused by it, he doesn’t show it. Instead he hums, sympathetically so, “We’ll turn around, honey. Don’t worry about it, okay?”

“You’ll turn around,” You mutter, “I think it’ll just egg Jake on further.”

“What’s this I hear about eggin’ me on?” A familiar southern twang makes you tense as the man it’s coming from appears by your side, bumping his hip into yours, “You ready for our steam session, sweets?”

“Leave her alone, Hangman,” Rooster groans, feet slapping against the tiles as he goes to adjust the water. He shoves at Hangman’s back as he passes, and you stifle a giggle as the man nearly falls over.

“Hey, she’s the one that chose to shower with us,” Jake insists, and Bradley’s scoff is enough for you not to fight back, “And I would, too, if I were you, darlin’. Do you know how many ladies are lined up to see how hung Hangman is?”

You force a gag, “The only lady I see here is myself, and I’d rather smear wet sand in my eyes.”

“That’s what I’m gonna do to you if you don’t turn around and shut up,” Bradley speaks through the roar of the shower water, steam already rising from its fall, “Just drop your pants and wash your ass, so Y/L/N can shower to herself.”

“Well, well, well,” Jake smirks, towel cinched around his waist in only one hand as he stalks for the showers, “Looks like one of the ladies lined up is Bradshaw himself. Wanna see it, Rooster? Here it is.”

Jake drops his towel ceremoniously, and Bradley’s face morphs into a grimace as he turns away hastily.

“My fucking eyes,” He laments, and you pause in gathering your toilettries to laugh, while also trying very hard not to stare at Jake, “Oh my god, Y/N, you won’t have to worry about me seeing you. I’m going to pour shampoo into my eyes until I go blind.”

Jake realizes you’re taking a little too long getting ready, cocking a hip as he leans his head back to stare down his nose at you, “So what, you gonna ditch dinner, Y/L/N? Whatcha waitin’ for?”

“She’s waiting for you to stop being a perv and turn around,” Bradley comes to your rescue once again, and thankfully, Jake seems to realize it’s a real issue, pivoting until he’s facing the shower wall.

“I think she just wants a nice view of our asses,” Jake theorizes, standing with his clear on display, “Which is better, Y/N? Mine or Chicken’s?”

“Chicken,” Rooster grumbles under his breath, and if you were brave enough to actually declare a winner, you’d give it to him just for that. But, Hangman’s form is rather impressive, all tight curves and tan skin and-

And you shouldn’t be looking. You clear your throat awkwardly, peeling off your rash guard as Jake sponges his side down. There’s sand running thick down the drain and you hope it doesn’t back up, something you’d feel terrible for Penny to have to clean up.

“Uh,” Bradley stills in his place, “Shit, I think I left my shampoo over there. Y/N, could you…?”

“I got it,” You hum, reaching over for the blue bottle and tucking it in his carefully, blindly outstretched hand, “Thanks for, um- here.”

“Yep,” He nods, smearing a dot of the substance on his palm and lathering it through his hair.

“Oh no,” Jake mimics Bradley’s previous predicament, dropping the bottle in his hand so that it rests between his legs, “Y/N, could you-”

“Ass,” You drawl, reaching forwards to butt your palm against his back. He stumbles forward with a laugh, catching himself on the railing. He bends down to reach for it and you’re nervous he’ll peek at your body from between his legs, but he stays respectful, something you know he is at his core even if he pretends differently.

You find yourself relaxing against the tiled floor of the shower, feet firmly planted instead of poised to run. As much as you know neither of the men in front of you would make any rude comments about your body or your weight, there’s still the nauseating fear that they might think differently of you having seen you completely unobscured. So you’re thankful for the privacy, that lasts… well, until it doesn’t.

The snap of your conditioner cap catches the skin of your pointed finger in its jaws and a gasp clutches tight at your lungs.

“Son of a bitch!” You cry, waves of pain flowing through your finger and out towards the rest of them. On cue each man turns, eyes wide and fear-stricken, without thinking.

You know they didn’t do it on purpose. You know they instinctively thought you were hurt, and wanted to help. You know they didn’t mean to look at you. But the withering feeling in your guts knows no logic, only fear.

They’re looking, it hisses, They’re looking at everything. The way your stomach pudges into a roll at the base. The way your breasts sag. The way your thighs stretch, marks littering their stems, and present no gap.

“You’re bleeding.” Bradley observes, eyes trained faithfully on your finger, “I’ll get a bandaid.”

He rushes for the cabinets outside the shower, dripping water over the floor. Jake stands, staring, but you’re too humiliated to glance at his face and notice the soft pinky blush on his cheeks that’s spreading to his ears. 

“Here,” Bradley speaks from behind you, though he molds himself to your side when you’re still frozen in fear. He brushes a towel over your cut, the turquoise material staining red. He then undoes the waxy paper wrapping from the bandaid, sticking it tight to your skin.

���It’ll get wet,” He reminds you, “But it’ll stop soap from stinging it.”

You don’t even thank him. At your prolonged silence he glances up at Hangman, intent on giving him a concerned glance, but he sees the man’s eyes rove over your form and snaps.

“Dude,” Bradley utters gruffly, “Don’t be a perv. Come on, turn around.”

When Jake stays just as still as you, he reaches for him, shoving hard, “I said turn around!:

“Please, Jake,” You whimper, tears brimming in your eyes, “Turn around.”

“You’re crying.” Jake snaps out of his trance to frown up at you, and Bradley keeps pushing, an insistent thorn in his side, “Why are you crying?”

“Because you’re-!” You gush, lip wobbling, “You’re looking at me, and- and judging me, and-”

“Judging you,” He scoffs, eyes nearly bugging out of his head, “Best body I’ve ever seen. Case closed. Court dismissed.”

“Shut up,” You seethe, tears finally dripping down your cheeks, “Just shut up! You think this is fucking funny? You don’t think there’s a reason I didn’t want to shower with you?”

“You’re private, I get that.” He scoffs. “But if you think I’m judgin’ any part’a that, then you’re stupid, too.”

“Not the compliment you think it is,” Bradley mutters, hands still prying at Jake’s shoulder, “She told you to turn around, just do it.”

“No,” Jake doubles down, pushing Bradley away and stalking towards you, “I wanna know why you think so goddamn low of me. You really think I’d rope a woman into a shower and then pick apart what she looks like? You think that low of me?”

“It’s not about you,” You gush, hands at your sides in frustration, “It's about me! And my fucking body, okay? I’m not calling you a dick for judging me, I’m calling myself-”

“What?” Jake’s head tilts to the side, eyes glinting dangerously, “What are you calling yourself?”

“....Gross.” You finish lamely, the fire in your chest extinguishing with the poof of a sigh that escapes your lips.

He’s grabbing your hand without thinking about it, gentle but firm. You stare at him, anxiety-riddled.

“Listen here, girly. I’ve let you get away with sayin’ a lotta things about yourself. Dumbass I agree with, especially considering these circumstances. I’ve heard clumsy and stubborn, those I don’t have an issue with either. But don’t look me in my fuckin’ face and tell me you’re gross, ‘cause it’s an insult to me and my tastes.”

He squeezes your hand once before releasing it, and it feels more now like a heartfelt gesture than a threatening one. You’re breathing heavy, lungs cut short from the adrenaline of the moment, Even though Bradley isn’t pushing him anymore, standing on the sidelines waiting, watching, Hangman turns around without another word. He scrubs aggressively through his scalp and you’re almost surprised nothing bleeds, your mouth hung slightly open and your tongue leaden over your teeth.

“I’m not your type.” You finally manage to mutter, voice taut.

“Yes you are,” Jake scoffs, “How would you know?”

“I saw you eyeing up Phoenix earlier.” You roll your eyes, and if Bradley hadn’t turned around again you’d have flashed him an exasperated look.

“So? A man can like several shapes,” Jake boasts, voice losing venom, “Plus I ogle Phoenix just to piss her off.”

“It works.” Bradley cuts in, and you snort.

“Point is,” Jake drawls, and you’re sure if Bradley was in his line of sight he’d have been the victim of a very withering stare, “Don’t discredit yourself. You’ve got sexy ass thighs, woman.”

“Jesus, Jake,” Bradley sighs, “Can you just hurry up, already? I’m sure there’s nothing more Y/L/N wants than to get rid of you.”

“Oh, shut up, lapdog,” Jake deadpans, “You can’t tell me you don’t agree.”

Bradley’s silent for a moment, and your gut churns.

“Whether I do or don’t is irrelevant,” He chooses his words carefully, “Let’s just leave Y/N alone.”

“He totally does,” Jake snickers, “Hear that, Y/L/N? It’s his blush.”

“Like you weren’t blushing!” Bradley scoffs, “I looked up at you and thought you’d been temporarily replaced with a baboon’s ass.”

“Oh, that’s funny,” Jake drawls, “That’s what I think every time I see you, porn stache. Then I remember it’s just your natural charm.”

The crisis has been averted enough for you to let out a shaky laugh at their insults, and the sound catches both men’s attention.

“Listen, Y/L/N,” Jake starts, voice much kinder and softer now, “The point of this isn’t me telling Bradshaw he’s got the face of an ass. The point is to get it through your thick fuckin’ skull; you’re pretty damn sexy, y’hear?”

You snort at his callous nature, “No one’s ever told me anything like that before.”

“Yeah?’ He pauses,towel in hand that he nimbly swings over his shoulder, “Well, pardon me for lookin’, and even more for touchin’, but everyone else is fuckin’ insane.”

Before you can process his words he reaches down to palm at your thigh, a hefty squeeze that sends your flesh spilling against his palm. You stiffen, even though he stays politely away from your ass, encroaching only on territory he could also grab while you’re clothed. The feeling of his touch, no matter how chaste, elicits a noise from your throat that you wish you could pass off for a scream.

It’s not.

It’s a moan.

He stops where he’d begun pulling away, eyes sharpening slightly. You don’t dare look at Bradley, but if you did, you’d see his cock twitch.

“Did I hurt you?” Jake asks, voice low.

All you can do is shake your head, teeth digging into your lower lip helplessly.

“Did you like it?” He tries again, but this time he doesn’t accept body language as an answer/ Still hunched, he ignores your nodding and reaches up with his free hand to tug your bottom lip out from under your teeth.

“I asked you a question,” Jake croons, voice smooth and soft, “Did you like it?”

All you can whimper is a meager ‘Yes’.

Do you want me to do it again?”

“Yes.” Stronger, this time.

His hand plants itself firmly back over your thigh, thumb stretching towards the curve of your ass this time. It’s a little more suggestive, and a lot more alluring.

“Jesus,” Jake groans, kneading the soft flesh of your doughy thigh between his fingers, “Bradshaw, c’mere for a second.”

He hesitates, “Do you want me there, Y/N?”

“Yes,” You nod once more, legs stiffening and thigh tensing against Jake’s palm, “I- I do.”

“You take front,” Jake instructs, falling into place behind you with his hands now greedily prying at your ass, “And I’ll take back.”

The smile that Bradley offers you when he steps in front of you is nothing short of dreamy. It’s enough to make you blush, and he lets out a soft, breathy laugh at how forward Hangman is being while he stands giddily in front of you.

“If you say hi,” Jake drawls, hooking his chin over your shoulder and reaching around your front to grip at the seams of your inner thighs while glaring at Bradley suspiciously, “I’m going to slap you.”

“I wasn’t going to say hi,” Bradley scoffs, and you can tell by his blush that he totally was.

“Jesus, enough yammering,” Jake scoffs, turning his head to press his dewy lips into your neck, “We’re gonna be late for dinner.”

You worry, for a moment, that he’ll let go. That he’ll walk away, get dressed for the restaurant, and pretend nothing ever happened. But that’s not what he does, of course. Instead, you feel the hard press of his cock against your ass.

“I’ll be gentle,” Jake croons, feeling you tense as his hands smooth over the dip of your ass, “We’ll go slow, okay?”

“Real slow,” Bradley murmurs, and it catches your attention, reeling it back to him. You realize he’s standing much closer to you now than he had been before, lips nearly brushing yours.

The second your lips meet his in a kiss, Hangman smooths his hand between the globes of your ass. You squirm at the sensitive feeling, foreign as his fingertip brushes against your hole. But he doesn’t let up, and neither does Bradley.

Rooster’s tongue slides against your bottom lip, warm and wet. At the same time Hangman’s hands squeeze your ass, pulling apart each side and smoothing down the skin between. It sends a shiver up your spine that escapes in a puff of air between your lips, one that Bradley eagerly swallows.

Bradley’s hands grab your cheeks, thumbs brushing near your eyes and yanking you closer. You can feel Jake’s fingers carefully prodding and pressing at the tight ring of your asshole, a hitch in your breath causing you to bite down on Bradley’s lip.

“Fuck,” He hisses, coming away with a red lip and a guttural groan, “Jake, just- let up. Me first, she’s obviously sensitive.”

“She’s just tight,” Jake murmurs, lips pressing to the expanse of your shoulder, “Nothin’ I can’t fix.”

“You’ll have plenty of time to fix it,” Bradley grumbles, tearing a condom open with his teeth that he’d snagged from his wallet, “‘Cause I’m going in first, and you- shit!”

His fingers, slippery from the water and probably excess soap, drop the condom. The way that you’re arched into Hangman’s touch means that your thighs are squeezed together and bent slightly, and there’s no better way to catch a condom than between your thighs.

The foil wrapper sticks between your legs, making it easy for Bradley to pluck it out and toss the wrapper aside. Penny will find it tomorrow, because you’re sure as hell not gonna remember to get it.

“Well, whaddya know,” Jake drawls, grinning against the skin of your neck so hard you can feel it, “What they say is true. Thick thighs save lives.”

You face-plant into the water-dropped skin of Bradley’s neck, ignoring the way Hangman snickers.

“Actually, I think they just stopped a life from being conceived,” Bradley reasons, only a few sloppy strokes of his cock needed to easily slip the condom on, “But that probably saved my life, ‘cause if I got you pregnant in Penny’s bathroom, she’d slit my throat.”

The tip of Bradley’s hardened dick presses to your inner thigh, skin seldom touched and sensitive. You lean into it, but Hangman’s fingers follow, gently stroking over the rim of your ass. It’s starting to feel less foreign and more pleasurable, a twinge of something sweet licking at the underside of your belly like a rogue flame.

Bradley gently presses two fingers against your slit, ever-considerate in making sure you’re sufficiently prepped, but his eyes widen at how much slick he’s greeted with just past your folds.

“Holy shit,” He breathes, nose nudging yours as his lips brush with your own, “You’re wet.”

“Duh,” Hangman scoffs, and one of his hands abandons your ass to slip between your folds, collecting slick on their tips and dragging it back to your ass, “I’ve been touchin’ up on her for a while now.”

“Pardon me for thinking that’d work like an umbrella on a rainy day,” Bradley bitches, but you cut him off with a kiss before he can spout any other mildly insulting metaphors for how bad he thinks Hangman is in bed. You’ll vouch if you have to, he knows what he’s doing.

With each slow circle that his fingers trace around your rim, you bend back into him. Until you can feel his cock pressed stiff to your backside,just as Bradley presses his tip flush with your clit.

“Oh-,” You gasp, clit sending a shockwave of electric lust reverberating throughout your body, “Bradley, I- Inside, please, now!”

“I’m coming, sweetheart,” He croons, speaking in a velvety soft hum against your lips, “Don’t worry.”

He holds to his promise, sliding his dick down from where it’s pressed to your clit and easing it between your folds. You heave a blissful sigh at the feeling of being full, and it makes you rock backwards into Hangman’s fingers.

One breaches your hole, slipping inside with an agonizingly pleasurable burn. The stretch feels heavenly, especially because your cunt is already stretched to accommodate Bradley’s cock that slowly bottoms out inside of you.

“Good,” Jake praises, kissing beneath your ear, “I knew you could do it.”

Rooster lets out a groan at the feeling of your involuntary clench around him, eyes screwed shut. His forehead is braced against yours and you take the liberty of engaging him in another kiss, letting the pleasure of Jake’s fingers at your hole compel you to lick into Bradley’s mouth.

Being pleasured from both sides is too overwhelming. You feel yourself already rising to a climax, pressed on by both Bradley’s thick cock grating against your insides and Jake’s fingers.

You smooth your tongue over Bradley’s, gripping his shoulder when he increases his pace to be steadily fast. He’s not speeding through anything, but he’s not slow either, and it makes your insides burn.

The feeling of his cock ramming over and over and over against that spongy spot deep within you is too much, especially when Hangman slides a single, thick finger into your ass. You can’t help it, your orgasm hits you like a freight train (or perhaps a fighter jet), and you clench sporadically around Bradley’s thick, hard cock.

You whine relentlessly into his mouth, fingers clawing and prying at his damp skin as your knees go weak. You’re surprised you stay standing at all, but you funnel all of your orgasmic vigor into the kiss that Bradley eagerly licks out of you, and clutching his shoulders is enough.

Coming down from your high is jarring, especially when you realize that the steady pressure against your clit had been Bradley’s thumb the entire time. The pleasurable sensation is starting to sour with the unpleasant sting of overstimulation, and you tear his hand away eagerly, “Too much.”

“Sorry,” Bradley grunts into the kiss, the bristles of his mustache grating at your lip. 

Bradley pulls out of you, still hard and red-tipped. 

Jake takes one look down, his free hand sliding up your back while his other stays firm at your ass, “Those were pretty sounds. Look’t what they did to Bradshaw. See that, honey?”

You nod, breathless as you stare at Bradley’s impressive length.

“I think you should return the favor,” Jake muses, putting pressure against your back so that you bend in half, “Suck him off, darlin’.”

You land at eye-level with Bradley’s covered cock, and you can’t get the condom off fast enough. You drag your tongue along the underside of Bradley’s hard dick, taking the heated length into your hands and squeezing fondly at his balls. He swears low and gruff under his breath, watching your tongue snake against his slit.

Your lips curl around the head of Bradley’s cock, and the way that Jake adds a second finger to your ass makes you suck hard. You feel Bradley’s cock twitch on your tongue, and you scrape your teeth feather-light along him as you take more of him into your mouth.

He tries to keep himself still, tries not to face-fuck you, but he’s hopeless. His hips jolt forwards and you gag at the feeling of his dick hitting the back of your throat. It makes him groan, fists clenched at his side.

You bob and suckle along every inch of Bradley’s dick, licking up the vein that runs along the side and hollowing your cheeks while Jake fingers you open. When there are suddenly no fingers in your ass anymore at all, you whimper, taking Bradley’s cockhead into your fist while you try craning your neck to look back at Hangman.

“Keep going,” Jake directs you, nodding his head towards your fist, “He’s not done, and neither am I.”

You slip the hand that’s curled around Rooster’s dick and slide it up his length, rubbing gently at the base while you kitten lick the head. He pants and groans, bucking into your fist and subsequently your throat. The feeling of Jake’s dick pressed tight to your stretched hole makes you jolt forwards, and you face-fuck yourself on Bradley’s dick.

“Jesus,” He hisses, “You’re- you’re good at this, baby. C’mon, a- a little more, now.”

You let out a scream muffled by Bradley’s cock as Jake slides himself into your ass, dick grating delightfully tight against your rim. Once he bottoms out he sets a merciless pace, giving you no time to adjust before you’re being hammered into like he’s a feral animal.

“See that, Bradshaw?” Jake boasts, sending a hefty slap to your ass, “Told you she could do it. Perfect ass.”

“I see,” Bradley pants, hands tangled in your hair while you bob on his cock, “I- I’m gonna cum, honey.”

There’s barely any warning before the sight of Jake’s cock ramming into your ass gets to be too much for Bradley, but you don’t need it. You’re perfectly content to welcome his warm seed down your throat, letting it paint the inside of your mouth as you tongue him dry.

You don’t realize you’re using Bradley’s cock as a pacifier until he pushes at your forehead, hissing in oversensitivity, “Okay, okay! It’s too much,” He soothes you by sticking two of his slick-stained, thick fingers between your lips instead, “Here, honey. There y’go.”

Drool gathers at the seam of your lips and Bradley smears it away from your mouth, gathering it on his palm and licking it away. He groans at the taste, his own seed permeating your saliva, “Messy girl.”

Jake isn’t satisfied with his lack of action. Apparently, jackhammering into your ass isn’t quite enough for the guy, and he fists a hand in your hair to yank you upright with a grunt.

Bradley’s fingers slip from your lips with a pop and you cry out as Hangman manhandles you, pleasurable pain flooding your senses from the hair-pulling that start waves of a second orgasm swelling below your belly.

“Open,” Jake commands, keeping your neck bent backwards so that his face hovers over yours. You open your mouth without hesitation, and he spits inside.

Warm saliva, cooling quickly the more you stick your tongue out, pools by your throat. You eagerly swallow without being told,drool now seeping backwards down your face and towards your eyes. Jake licks it off with a broad, wet swipe of his tongue, and smears it against your lips.

The kiss is messy, upside-down and drooly, but it’s hot. Jake’s tongue licks against yours and his teeth nip at your bottom lip, a real spider-man style porno.

Your spine aches from being bent like a curly-q, but the ecstasy bleeding into your core is enough to push it to the back of your mind. You reach down to finger your clit, a whimper bleeding into Jake’s mouth at the action.

“Gonna cum, honey?” Jake drawls, “Sweet pussy’a yours gonna clench around nothin’?”

His southern drawl is stronger when he’s fucking, you note. It’s attractive.

“Not nothing,” Bradley volunteers, sticking his spit-soaked fingers up into your gaping cunt, “Cum, baby.”

You’re very good at following orders.

Your second orgasm hurts, in the best way. It tears you apart from the inside out, cunt clenching tight at Bradley’s fingers as he curls them inside of you. Jake bites hard at your lip as you ride out your second orgasm, and his dick twitches inside of you once, twice, three times before he’s letting himself go in tandem.

He fills you with warm cum, the substance gushing out of your gaped hole and oozing out around his own cock. 

“Jesus fuck,” He snaps, the words an unintelligible grunt against your lips, “So tight, and so sexy.”

Bradley’s free hand braces itself on your stomach, and the touch doesn’t make you recoil like it normally would. It’s lewd, but being splattered with their cum really makes you believe that they’re not going to judge your body.

Instead you lean into the touch, letting Bradley embrace you as you come down from your high a moaning pile of mush.

“Slow,” You warn Jake, who’s never heard the word a day in his life. He follows directions, though, easing his dick out of you and making sure it doesn’t burn.

“We need another shower,” Bradley pants after a moment of fucked-out silence. 

You nod, brain foggy, “Yeah. We- we can’t show up to the restaurant smelling like sex. They’ll know.”

--

As it turns out, you don’t need to smell like sex for everyone to know you’ve just had it. You show up forty-five minutes late, sweaty-faced and rosy-lipped, all slightly out of breath. Your dress is rumpled, and Bradley’s tie is haphazardly secured.

“Oh,” Phoenix grimaces, nose scrunching in disgust, “Gross, guys.”

“In my bathroom?” Penny looks aghast, “You better not have clogged the shower drain.”

“Easy,” Maverick throws a hand out over her own, “We’ve done it in there one too many times to judge.”

“Gross!” Payback rears away from the older pilot sitting next to him, “Everybody needs to stop getting laid, but if you do, don’t tell me about it!”

[lyranova]

Black Clover Characters as Gods:

I was inspired by my lovely mutual @loosesodamarble and her Butler AU! To make these, and I hope you enjoy~!

Fanfic HERE

In the world of Elysia resides the King of Gods Julius, and in the Underworld resides his twin brother Lucius.

The World of Clover is inhabited by mortals, who are ruled by an idiot king named Augustus Kira-Clover.

Alongside the mortals are the mysterious Fae. Beings said to have been created alongside the gods but not much is known about them and even rarely do you see one.

Alongside the Fae and mortals reside the Elves. They aren’t as mysterious as the Fae, and aren’t as elusive as the Gods. They are curious people, but are also skittish.

Each god has their own temple where the people of Clover can worship them, give them offerings, etc;

Once an Offering is made it cannot be taken back. Each God must get their own unique offering.

Gods are not Genies. They only grant wishes that they want to grant, or are within their power to grant. They also cannot grant wishes that include, or pertain to, another God.

Only one temple is consistently vacant, and that is the God of Dooms.

Yami Sukehiro: The God of Doom. Even though he doesn’t like to, he must always create some sort of chaos or doom in order to “keep the balance”. He has the least amount of worshipers, and is always blamed for the terrible and unfortunate things that happen in life, even if he isn’t the one who caused it.

William Vangeance: The God of Hope. He has the most worshipers out of the gods aside from Julius. He tries his best to instill hope in those that visit his temple, or to those that he believes needs it most. Has noticed that he has been getting less and less visitors lately. Meaning that the humans have begun to lose hope.

Fuegoleon Vermillion: The God of Passion. He tends to get mistaken as the god of lust, which means that he hears a variety of different stories before they figure it out, but he doesn’t mind. After all, he may be the wrong god, but he can still help them in a small way. His visitors tend to be those who want more passion, who are struggling with it, or who have too much.

Morgen Faust: The God of Day. He is probably the most positive god out of the group. He provides light to the mortal world and tends to have a lot of visitors. Usually it is people who wish for there to be more daylight or for the sun not to burn so hot that it destroys their crops. But he doesn’t mind as he enjoys seeing the mortals and hearing their stories.

Nacht Faust: The God of Night. He tends to get less visitors than his twin, but doesn’t really mind as he isn’t a fan of people, especially humans. He is the opposite of his twin in nearly every way, and is pretty close to the God of Doom. He is fond of using trickery to mess with humans and gods alike, but knows when he needs to be serious.

Nozel Silva: The God of Regret. He is the most serious of the gods, and doesn’t like it when they slack off on their jobs. He has 3 siblings whom he loves, but also keeps at a distance, especially after their mother, who was also a god, disappeared mysteriously. His visitors tend to be those suffering from some sort of regret or grief, which means the burden he carries is the heaviest, or second heaviest, out of all the gods.

Yuno Grinberryall: The God of the Stars. He is the son of the God of the Sun and Moon, and is still relatively “young” as far as gods go. But despite that he still gets quite a few visitors, mainly young women who seek his affection, but he refuses them all and only asks that they come to the temple for official “business” like the others. His visitors tend to ask when the next meteor shower is, or if the stars are aligned for things, or what the stars say about certain events.

Asta: A Demigod. His mother and younger brother are both mortals, but their father is a god. He has only recently discovered this fact, and has been living with the gods for the last few years in order to obtain “full god status”. He has been entrusted to the god of doom, and while working as a priest in his temple, has picked up a few of his habits.

[moonspirit]

hello, i’m back, i was just wondering what you think eren said to the others in the paths. we saw armins and mikasas but not the other scouts/warriors. you’re pretty much the only writer on tumblr that doesn’t intimidate me so i asked you 👍 (your wife needs to be tied to a tree)

Hello again behyuu xD But please! Don't fear clouds, she's just a smol smol! Go befriend her!

But this is a really interesting question; I've thought about it a few times, and more along the likes of: "what is the kind of relationship Eren shares with these people?"

(Edit; this became incredibly long 🥲)

I think there are people Eren would and wouldn't have talked to, really. In the latter category falls Levi, imo. But that takes off on another tangent entirely, so for now we'll stick to the rest.

To Reiner, I like to believe Eren would've shown him an alternate reality of what happened in Liberio, perhaps one where he doesn't transform, and instead has a long conversation with him where both of them are offered something akin to "forgiveness" by one another.

These two are parallels to each other in that mutual sense of crippling guilt that came with carrying out the destruction of each other's homelands, not out of hatred, but simply because they needed to do it, in order to achieve something bigger. Reiner, because he wanted to fix his family and become an honorary Marleyan to rid himself of the shame. Eren, because his "peaceful world" for lack of a better word, was turned upside down and trampled upon - though in the end, it was just his selfish and violent nature that set him off on this path. Reiner and Eren understand each other in a way that others don't - neither wanted to do what they did. But they did do it, and that sin will simply be too massive to contain. But Reiner lives despite not wanting to, and Eren dies despite not wanting to, and they are split into two different worlds by the end.

Tl;dr - They talk about how, in another world, where maybe there aren't titans, Eren would've continued to admire Reiner as he did before Trost. And Reiner would cry. End of story.

With Pieck, I hc that the conversation would've been short. Pieck is a very interesting character, imo, because she's literally the most grounded of all the scouts and warriors. She owes no allegiance to Marley, nor Paradis, doesn't have an ulterior motive and is basically stuck watching the doomed world from the ground. There is no solution for her - she as an Eldian will be used by Marley and killed in Paradis - she's literally the only character who understands this from the very beginning. That said, her impression of Eren is, simply put, that of an immature child running riot (incidentally, this is also what Levi probably thinks). If we take into account the fact that her first meeting with Eren was one where she tried to fool him by channelling her (fake) solidarity with Paradis and rejecting her Marleyan upbringing, what lies between these two characters is the anger of being born on different sides of the wall. Eren's actions also resulted in Pieck losing pretty much everybody she knows. As such, I believe what could've transpired between them in the paths, would've been an apology from Eren for destroying Liberio, for killing Udo and Zofia, and telling her maybe, that had these suffocating walls between them never existed, perhaps they would've been peaceful strangers, passing by on the streets now and then.

With Jean and Connie, the conversation would've been very difficult. Sasha. How do you talk about Sasha and forgiveness in the same sentence? So Eren was tortured by his fate, by having to see everything play out as he'd seen it, without any change, and Sasha's death was one of the many terrible consequences - doesn't negate the fact that it still happened only because he "chose" this path. All the people in the 104th truly have an incredibly tight bond - it is what makes it all the more painful knowing that Eren drifted away until he had to be killed by the very same group of people. I like to imagine Jean and Connie beat him up, really. Among the many female characters in SnK, Sasha was someone with an incredibly pure soul - she cared about people and food and fun - and her death was catastrophic. Eren's selfishness caused it, there's no other way to put it. There's also the dynamic between Jean and Eren - that love-hate rivalry that was so sad to see end. And so I want to believe Jean and Connie just keep pummeling him until they're all tired and they stare at the sunset, reminiscing on all the times Eren was a reckless piece of shit.

Falco and Gabi then. The former will honestly carry the guilt of ferrying Mr. Kruger's letters to and fro, during Eren's homeless era. In this respect, I like to think that Eren will tell him not to carry it, to blame it all on him, because he's the one that lied and made him do it. What can possibly be worse than willingly inflicting guilt on a child as young as he once was? Let Eren be cool for once, and offer this reassurance. How Falco deals with it as he grows up, is another story. As for Gabi - the textbook example of brainwashing, she is a splitting image of Eren in so many ways. Eren however, did not allow himself to find the acceptance that Gabi did. And so perhaps what he tells her, is that he's glad. Glad that she joined the alliance to stop him. It's enough that there's one Eren in the world.

Who's left?

Ah. Annie.

This is honestly very interesting to me because, first of all, I just know that the minute Eren opens his mouth in Paths, Annie's knee is going to dislocate his jaw. She has not one iota of sympathy for this pathetic loser causing so much trouble, making her fight when she didn't want to, but because he dragged his dearest friend (and her future husband ffs) into the chaos. He wasn't. Letting. Her. Be. In. Peace. Oh she's going to snap a few bones and put them in a blender, I know it, I know it!

But jokes aside! Annie and Eren are also, a bit similar in some respects. Both are selfish, incredibly so, it's only that their end goals are vastly different in scale. At the same time, they are also both people who care for their loved ones, even if they don't openly show it. They see themselves as monsters, but are loved by the people around them nevertheless. Annie never really had anything like a real childhood, and the concept of having friends was something unnecessary and foreign in her terrible upbringing. I really think that it was only in Paradis that she found comfort, some warmth, what food tastes like when shared with people that treated her more or less the same as anybody else, and so learned to open up (very slightly). But still having a wall around her to keep potential threats at bay and to conserve her energy, it must've felt quite special when Eren appreciated her fighting skills and even took them to heart, making an effort to learn for himself. At a time when she probably prided herself on her strength and fighting prowess alone and nothing else, that could've been incredibly validating.

She didn't hate Eren. She thought of him as a moron, but she didn't hate him. She didn't really hate anybody, the way Eren also never "truly" hated anybody. They were just forced at each other's throats by his choice. We have to remember that Eren also didn't find it easy to accept that Annie was the FT. He did really look up to her and admire her.

I like to think he understood her dedication to sticking to her mission, not as being loyal to Marley, but for a reason more personal (not sure if he could've known about her father, post gaining his future memories..?) and that, that in itself, isn't wrong. Eren's selfishness also stems from an incredibly personal desire after all.

So what would they talk about? Maybe he'd tell her she should continue to be selfish. Because her desires, unlike his own, are harmless. And also drop hints about how his, um, his best friend Armin, is very smart and also very hot and maybe she'd like to... Um... Idk? <3

Whew 🥲

Edit2: I forgot Historia. Idk, considering she'd just given birth and was probably conked out with exhaustion, it's nice to think he'd have just watched her holding her baby, sadly, whispered "You're free" and then disappeared.

[ailani-reillata]

Ailani’s story is obviously based on my life experiences and cultural background, but her story is also shaped by media I love, and media that shaped me.

In this post, I want to talk about Disney’s Sleeping Beauty. I watched this movie as a kid, and the themes pop up regularly in Ailani’s tale. The art style, the music and the entire aesthetic just spoke to me, and really impacted my view on stories. Sleeping Beauty introduced me to tragedy, and therefore, it also gave me Ailani.

In this story, a young girl is born to a Queen. Despite the riches of her mother’s kingdom and the strength of her father, this young girl has been dead since the beginning. The narrative claims the child the moment she is born. In an attempt to save her from this terrible fate, the girl’s parents send her away to live with magical beings. These beings raise the girl to the best of their ability, but they fail to fully understand the young girl's needs, thus leaving her constantly yearning for more. More attention, more socialization, more meaning.

Shortly before her birthday, this young girl meets a young boy and instantly connects with him. They are both dreamers, trapped by their circumstances and longing for something more. They bond over their strange childhoods and lonely hearts. However, before they can truly know each other and fall in love, they are swept up into a world of magic and mystery—a world neither of them is prepared for. The boy fights to save the girl, but ultimately, she still falls victim to her fate. She has been doomed since the beginning.

And that’s the story of Begged and Borrowed Time— I mean Sleeping Beauty, I mean—

[kdramaxoxo]

hihi!! i wanna ask for a list of dramas with a lead whos cold, mysterious, haunted by a troubled past, secretive, prolly has a vocabulary of like 10 words. but is super soft on the inside, like they push ppl away cus theyre afraid of hurting them or being abandoned or smthn like that. ik this is hyper specific so sryyy if its hard to answer, but all my fave characters fit this bill so wanted to kno if u have any kdrama that can give me this high (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧ thxxx!! ♡

p.s. it doesnt have to b exxxactly this but if it fits a few of the categories, ill be happi! ♡♡

We LOVE mysterious haunted trauma babies over here so thank you for this ask. (also this might be one of my favorite lists ever??)

K-Dramas leads with cold personalities/mysterious past, secretive trauma pups...morally grey a plus

The Smile has left your eyes - Kim Moo-Young Aside from this k-drama being a masterpiece that’ll leave you a pile of tears, Seo in Guk as Kim Moo-Young is the perfect example of a morally grey character you will fall in love with. He’s involved in a murder plot line, uses women to get what he wants and is clearly hiding something. You’ll try to resist being interested in him sure, but you’ll fail.

Beyond Evil - both leads This is a passionate unrequited romance crime drama about two detectives that are paired up to solve a crime in a small town. Everyone is really messed up and that's what makes this drama super good! Scary, haunted and super well written.

Tale of the Nine Tailed 1938 - Lee Rang Lee Rang is one of my favorite trauma pup blorbo from my shows! This drama is the second season of the fantasy drama Tale of the Nine Tailed. I recommend you watch both but season two was my favorite because it focused on Lee Rang. You will LOVE HIM! MUST PROTEC.

Alice The Final Weapon - Gyeo Wool Finally a GIRL with a traumatic past and the boy who loves her!! Actually everyone in this drama is messed up and dealing with horrific things. It's a very short and creative little drama and despite the gore, I really fell for the mains! They are blorbo from my shows!

See You In My 19th Life (both leads) This drama featuring a woman who can remember her past lives was one of my favorites this year! Both leads are tackling the trauma of the FL's death and there is a lot of healing that has to happen. Shin Hye Sun is a goddess!

The Eighth Sense - Jae Won A queer kdrama about two leads that meet surfing and fall in love. This drama is my favorite "bl" k-drama ever and the lead definitely has a traumatic past he's in therapy for. I highly recommend this one!

Flower of Evil - Hyun Soo: A psychological thriller centered around a jewelry maker who is running from his past, and his cop wife (power couple alert!)  who doesn’t know his original identity. The chemistry of the couple is amazing and all of the characters are nuanced and interesting. I was on the edge of my seat, AND sobbing! Also, I finally understand Lee Jun Ki stans, he was SO GOOD in this! A total trauma pup you won't believe it.

Doom at Your Service: Doom A girl is diagnosed with cancer and a morally grey god grants her wish to live 100 more days the way she wants to live. While I didn't LOVE this drama, the romance is amazing - that KISS! Doom is the perfect damaged god with a chip on his shoulder.

Hello Monster - Lee Hyun and His Brother Jung Sun-Ho Featuring two brothers who have a murderous backstory, both are morally grey. Sure one is definitely “worse” than the other when it comes to being a murder baby but let’s face it - they both have their problems (sorry, didn’t want to post any spoilers so that’s all I can say about that!)

The Crowned Clown: Ha-seon The King The contrast between the good guy and the bad guy in this historical drama are so interesting to watch because one brilliant actor (Yeo Jin Goo) plays the same character. The king is insane and a murderer. He’s terrible in every way with literally no way to be redeemed but you’ll still feel for him…just watch.

My Liberation Notes - Mr. Gu This slice of life takes place mostly in a small town where siblings who really don't want to be there, live. Mr. Gu is renting one of the buildings and he's extremely burdened and and keeps to himself. I personally didn't ship him with the lead but he's definitely the type you're asking for!

Scarlet Heart Ryeo: Wang Soo Scarlet heart will destroy you, but you’ll also find yourself deeply empathetic to (and totally in love with) the most toxic of princes: Wang Soo. Cast out by his relatives, and treated like an animal he’s deeply wounded and despite knowing in your heart that he’s done terrible things, you’ll find yourself making excuses for him and imagining him as your boyfriend (wait…can you ignore that last sentence?)

Summer Strike - Both leads This slice of life has a quiet and thoughtful male lead who is traumatized by the murder of his sibling. I was a little disappointed in the ending but overall the show's mains were so soft and lovely.

Just Between Lovers - Both leads but. Kang Doo! I'm sure you knew I'd put this on the list but kang doo is my favorite trauma baby of all time. Slice of Life romance between poor pups just trying to live! The OTP is one of my favorite couples EVER and even as the years go on, very few couples have matched their love in my opinion. There’s a lot of comfort/healing themes with for me is just *chef’s kiss.* Lee Junho became my bias wrecker because of that drama.

Psycho But It’s Okay - Everyone A gorgeous k-drama using fairytale narrations as a backdrop, features two brothers who lost their mother, and a beautiful & famous author who grew up in a traumatic and abusive household. Everyone is very closed off and holding onto intense pain, but the three come together to help one another move on and find happiness. Gorgeous angsty and melodramatic romance.

Thirty But Seventeen - Woo Jin Precious puppies with past trauma! The main has basically stopped living his life because of his past. Don’t be turned off by the shows description as it turned out to be one of the best surprises of 2018 for me. The leads are lovely and everyone relies and supports one another - it’s so sweet.

Come and Hug Me - Do Jin This thriller is not for the faint of heart but the main theme is healing. Two friends are torn apart when the boy’s dad kills the girls entire family. Later in life, they find one another and walk on the path to healing while still being tormented by their past. It also focuses on the trauma and manipulation the killer has on the whole family, making the show beautiful, terrifying and heartbreaking at the same time. 

Goblin: Grim Reaper Most of you have watched this drama but I’ll try hard not to spoil it. The Grim Reaper is such a hilarious character in the current time line but in order to be a Grim Reaper, you have to have done something “bad” to become one. His pain is deep and cutting and you’ll want to protect him.

It’s Okay that’s love: Jang Jae-yeol This is one of those cold male leads that you’ll just end up liking even though he’s kinda the worst in that “Pickup Artist” type of way? I had this show listed in my top 10 but then I recently watched it again and realized I’ve made progress in my “don’t like jerks who display jerk behavior” because he’s kinda an ass. You’ll soften for him when the plot moves along for sure, but he’s aggressive and says really sexist things sometimes (as does most of the male characters honestly - i really need to remove this from my top 10)…

Enjoy!

[yandere-fics]

♡ Nora's Sister Darling Is Pent Up ♡

If you were being completely honest, you hated Nora, sure she used to be the person you looked up to more than anything bu she'd ruined that when she'd been doomed to immortality and had begged the monster who did it to her, to make you immortal as well so she wouldn't have to watch you die. She didn't know you knew she was at fault for your immortality, acting so innocent about how it was just an awful thing that happened to the both of you but you despised her and so you left to live elsewhere in the city, constantly keeping your head down so she wouldn't be able to find you but despite her not being aware of where you lived, lest she come to make you you were well taken care for every single day, she still always had your phone number on hand.

Leading you to today, good vibrators were hard to come by in the city, the wealthiest supernaturals would hog them all to use on their lovers thus there was a waiting list at the company, your first one you'd get instantly, any more after that and you'd have to wait a year, you had put yourself on the waiting list, you didn't need one now but it was a precautionary measure, never hurt to have back up when they were so hard to come by and you had the money for it. Unfortunately for you, yours broke a month into owning it, you were left almost a full year away from having one again and that made you want to cry just a bit, you'd been miserable for centuries of immortality and you finally had a small taste of full bliss, since you couldn't date due to booth being immortal and having a sister who might kill anyone you went out with. Sure she acted like she was your sweet gentle sister but you knew she wasn't you could always see behind her eyes was the desire to chain you to her which you supposed is why she did what she did.

Anyways you were sitting there whining about your terrible fate when she called you to see if you were doing okay today, if maybe you'd be okay finally spending time with her today instead of hiding yourself away from her, if maybe you could finally tell her what she did so wrong for you to avoid her for all these centuries. You never let her know the facade was blown, you didn't know what she'd do if she knew the act was pointless now. She kept fretting over how upset you sounded until you blew up and told her the problem which lead to a long pause followed by her telling you to give her an hour, she'd be right over.

Nora was a sweaty mess when she arrived at your door with a bag full of dildos in tow, unlocking the door with a key she'd made herself, much to your shock and horror. You guessed she assumed you knew she knew where you lived already because she acted so casually about it like she hadn't done a single thing wrong.

"What? I have to have an emergency key, I need one to be a good big sister to you." She set the bag down on my kitchen table and started to take the vibrators and dildos out of their boxes to show them to you. "I took out some favors for you cause I wanted to take care of you. Enjoy!"

She gave you a kiss on the forehead and left, she'd be back later though, now that she knew you needed that sort of thing, she'd make sure those toys eventually became obsolete once you were aware your big sister could take care of you much better, she was going to be such a great girlfriend once she finally got you used to opening up about more intimate things with her.

[the-nysh]

Trigunbookclub vol1-2 reread and OHHHHHH god this one's gonna Hurt ;o; (spoiler alert: I already feel DISTRAUGHT like I've been hit by a truck; here we go again with the incoming Emotional Damage~)

See, because if in vol1 Vash asked Rem in his dreams his ongoing existential question: how people in such a terribly dry world aka his waking reality found reasons (hope) to keep on living

"...Rem. I had this dream. Everything was so terribly dry...even people's hearts. In a world like that...I kept asking myself, why people would go on living."

And then after experiencing the Sand Steamer incident, where everyone's Doomed 'ticket' on that ship could be changed and course-corrected with the help of people working together to survive this, he feels a closer understanding towards her beliefs in humanity's hope & potential, and more of those answers towards what it means for people to go on living.

"Maybe...this is what it means for people to go on living. This must be what she believed...why she traded her life for everyone else's."

...But then in vol2 we suddenly violently understand WHY he kept on asking himself that question....

BECAUSE, for all this time, his ONLY reason that's kept HIM going so far (driven with one purpose despite how Hard and dry it's been to live) has been to find & settle his score with Knives. ;o; THAT fiercely angry & resentful, too.

"[Finding Knives is] the the one thing that has kept me living for so long. I must send him to hell! That monster killed Rem! It's time for him to pay for his sins! He's mine!"

But whoaaaaa there, oh noooo Vash sweetie....just what would Rem think of that? Surely her sentiment and sacrifice for the chance that Everyone else could even have a 'blank ticket' future applies to both you and Knives too, right?

"I made a promise. And if I put out the light of even one life, I don't think [Rem] would forgive me."

Because now! Wouldn't Vash's promise to Rem be broken, and wouldn't she become terribly sad (including her whole belief & legacy she's left behind), IF either he or Knives were excluded from that? Would she even be happy if her boys died or ended up killing each other TOO? D:

OR can Vash absolutely not even See Himself (& Knives) as part of that same equation as those (other people humans) whose lives are Worth saving----

"Rem...we were no good...right from the start... [Maybe] we...I...should never have been...born..."

...!!!!!!!! ;A; *gasp* OH MY GOD VASH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!!!! Aaaa, that's the painful extent of how little he values himself and his life's worth--hating that of what he is, with the terrible destructive power he's capable of and does not want, so much to the point he regrets ever being born.

Bonus: and then all of a sudden his daily pondering at breakfast (vol2 omake: 'Day In Day Out'), where he thinks he can't ever really live like a normal person, hits with terribly upsetting clarity:

[hwatermelons]

**link click spoilers for s1!**

lu guang never telling xiaoshi about seeing emma’s death on the news, because it wouldn’t do any good for xiaoshi, only make him feel terrible about himself and his ability.

lu guang choosing to bear the knowledge of xiaoshi’s consequences himself, because he only meant the best for emma, he didn’t know any better and most importantly lu guang could never bring himself to see xiaoshi shattered by the reality of what he’s done. so he hides it from him, all so that xiaoshi can live in ignorant bliss.

lu guang helping xiaoshi through his childhood trauma, firmly pushing him to work through the hard truth that he can’t change anything about his parents’ fate, but never being so harsh about it to the point of being unkind. he could never be unkind to xiaoshi.

this one line: “cheng xiaoshi, exit the picture if it’s too hard for you.”

lu guang silently kneeling to xiaoshi’s level and offering him a hug after that job, even after being punched in the face, because what xiaoshi needs the most right now is someone solid there to let him process everything that just happened.

lu guang telling qiao ling they need a break and making sure to say that he specifically wants one too, to shift the focus away from xiaoshi and protect him from even the possibility of feeling like a burden for needing some time off

lu guang asking qiao ling to stay at home with xiaoshi instead of coming to the police station while he was panicking about shanshan, “look at the state he’s in.” “now’s not the time to let your thoughts run wild,” lu guang doing his best to prevent xiaoshi from letting his own guilt consume himself.

lu guang refusing to accept the job that involved emma’s death because of the impact it would have on xiaoshi if he realized it was his actions that doomed her. him shoving the picture back into the envelope before xiaoshi could catch a glimpse.

lu guang panicking himself when he sees xiaoshi entering the image of emma alone, with no way of contacting him, that idiot, and him running straight home in an effort to do something, anything to bring him back despite knowing there isn’t actually anything he can do but wait for him to return.

lu guang stopping xiaoshi from impulsively accepting the job to go into shanshan’s photo, “are you sure you’d be able to handle it?” making sure xiaoshi really thinks through the fact that he’s gonna have to face the consequences of his actions, and he might not be mentally prepared to accept them.

and xiaoshi listens to him, he actually takes a step back and looks at it from a distance before making a decision, because that’s how much he’s grown to trust lu guang over years of him protecting xiaoshi ever so subtly like this.

xiaoshi is a person ruled by emotions, and lu guang knows this, which is why his highest priority has always been xiaoshi’s emotional state, and why xiaoshi physically needs him to regulate himself and survive.

i just. have a lot of feelings about these two

WHICH IS WHY I NEED AN EXPLANATION FOR WHAT HAPPENED AT THE END OF S1?? i will FOREVER be grateful that i found this series after s2 was done releasing, i don’t think i would’ve survived otherwise HHHH

bonus: qiao ling not even questioning when lu guang asks for a break for both of them, and not hesitating to turn down an offer with a smile without missing a beat when a client comes in. i love her so much??

[rxttenfish]

PLEASE tell us more about virina mishra im such a sucker for nextgens

OOPS FUCK I GOT DISTRACTED AGAIN AND FORGOR TO ANSWER THIS

virina!!! my beloved virina!!!! littlest froggy!!!

aaravi and miranda very much both wanted to actually, you know, have a family. its one of those things where you come from someplace so shitty and so terrible, that you just cannot imagine someone else going through that same thing, and you cannot bear the thought of making someone else go through the same thing. to be fair, they are both TERRIFIED of just repeating the past and ending up in the exact same loop that their parents did, terrified of just heaving back on the same generational trauma and wreck of a childhood, but there comes a point in being afraid of something where you just need to get rid of this fear. its too constant, its too forever, its too eternal. sitting through it and avoiding it isn't making it go away, and they already fucked up avoiding it by finding each other and loving each other, so dancing around the issue isn't helping. instead, what they mutually land on is just... a want to prove that fear wrong. a want to prove that fear wrong, to prove that they aren't doomed to be just a weapon and just a source of death in all its forms, that they can hold something in their hands and make it grow. best way to avoid repeating the past is to take responsibility by the leash, after all. they want to go back in time, to give themselves the childhood that they always missed, and the best way they figured to do that is to give that to someone else.

this is something that very much existed since their relationship started to get serious with each other, and something that's been in the background the entire time since, so its not like its a mystery or anything. if anything, they've been using this want as a motivation, as a need to keep going even at the worst of times. they will have this happy future. they will make it through this together. they will make it work. no more ifs, no more buts, no more doubt. stop living in the doubt and start acting as though their happy end is a foregone conclusion and something that they are going to have no matter what, give no room for fear or guilt or shame or depression or self hatred to sneak in. they will be happy. they will make someone else happy. they will be someplace safe, not just for themselves, but for their loved ones too. they will be good. they will be.

even after everything blows over (mainly from miranda's family, she is still crown princess and stepping away from that was never going to be an option they gave her), it still takes a few years for them to broach the topic of having a kid for-real. just to make sure everything's settled. just to make sure everything's safe.

they have virina later in life than some of their other friends or just in general, but they were planned and wanted for so long that the wait is worth it. the name, as i've mentioned, comes from aaravi. she knows her mom was a... complicated woman, she knows her own raising wasn't perfect and that there were things that she still cant fully forgive her mother for, but she had a hard life too. she too deserved better. despite it all, aaravi still loves her mom, despite despite despite. and so she does the best thing that she can to honor her mom, to honor her memory, to give her the life that she never had the same as aaravi herself, and gives it to virina. the mishra last name was a no-brainer already, miranda already look aaravi's last name and preferred being a mishra over a vanderbilt anyday.

years later, virina also earns the nickname of "froggy" - primarily because of their own love for the animal, constantly finding them and bringing them in from outside. likewise, miranda and aaravi decide to raise them genderless, and to let them decide for themselves how they want to be referred to when they're older.

virina doesn't really take much after either of their moms, though. mostly they're quiet, shy, keep to themselves. where both of their moms are brash and dominant, very confident in themselves and willing to bowl over quieter personalities, virina seldom speaks, and when they do, its soft-spoken. they get easily spooked and cry easily, especially when it comes to other people. they cling to their moms legs, hide behind them when other people come around, prefer the company of animals over other people, tend not to like new things or new people and greatly prefer sticking to their simple, easy routine. they just can't figure out other people, seemingly, not understanding them or how to make friends or even what's appropriate or not to say in a conversation.

this isn't to say they aren't deeply intelligent and curious. they quickly learn to love venturing outside with their moms, playing in the garden or chasing bugs and frogs. they come in with sticks and rocks, make mud potions, try to build things out of sticks and befriend birds. they prefer books over people, ending up much more of a bookworm than either of their moms ever were, and ends up a very big nerd as they get older. theyre close and affectionate with the friends they do make, but this is a small handful of their very most trusted, and they never get much better at figuring out social norms.

in time, they lean a little bit more towards the femme side of things, growing their hair out long and liking long, swishy skirts that they can spin and sway over and over, that doesnt cling too tight to their legs. they end up needing glasses, and end up picking a pair thats large and circular, making their eyes seem all the more owlish. they settle on they/she, but never have particularly strong opinions about gender regardless. they can be blunt and quick to frustration, especially if they feel people arent understanding them, and are forever going to be deeply embarrassed over how their moms dote on them. i very much see them getting intensely interested and starting to study either linguistics, literature, history, geology, or any biology that takes them closer to the marshes and wetlands that they love.

they never think very much about how one of their moms used to be a princess, heir to a kingdom. beyond an instance as a kid that ended with them dropping a training sword repeatedly and crying, they never get very interested in following the slayer line of work. they fuss over small stakes, have their moms grate on them sometimes in both of their old ways, and they live a normal life.

[bellagrimfox]

Another Year on Planet Earth

I'll be honest, as someone who's chronically online, real life is scary.

I'm close to graduating and once that happens, I'll have to find a job that I'm afraid will take me away from what I really want to do. Create and draw stories for everyone. Or at least, everyone in the world that isn't in poverty, dictator countries, regimes, jails, anyone living in North Korea, and many others who can't enjoy life the way they want to. Even if everyone in the world was happy, there will always be something or someone who says otherwise. Every insane homophobe, anti-abortion, racist, awful human being will find someway to get what they want.

2023 and every year before 2010 for me was years in which the world gradually got worse. To make a small recap, and not to turn this into a politics filled rant, we got:

Afghanistan killing women's rights, Abortion rights in America being in danger, Donald Trump, China destroying and hunting human rights, Any news about North Korea, gun violence once again being ignored, and finally, the rise of doom scrolling and depression.

Even online, there's things that have happened. Indie games in hot water for:

Mcpig unintentionally having racist imagery for three sprites, Friday Night Funking having both the Mod creators and original creator being in trouble or being terrible people, rise of Denuvo, Internet Archive being in a lawsuit that could destroy the site, KOSA and other online bills being dangerous, and Materia being jerks when it comes to music copyright.

But, despite all of these mounting issues

even if the sun will die

even if the world is dying

even if climate change is happening

even if America takes a bad turn

even if online enjoyment is being destroyed

even if my own life gets unfairly stopped by things out of my control

I still have two things, a resolution and hope.

My resolution is simple. Improve. Get better at what I know. Even if I let ADHD and fear based Procrastination get the best of me, I'll still try. And for hope, as long as I can be with my friends and family, I'm still gonna exist. Thanks @somecartoonisttalkshere, @karmicartist, @apollothemechanic, @owoiwonderwhatsthis, @tyrannic-world, @reaper34, @xclevername, Ela, Ray, Blu, Red, Violet, Engooneer, and Ela. For reminding me to not give up and helping me keep going.

Finally, I wanna thank one of my biggest inspirations. The one, or one of the few genuinely artists who are a great person, that inspired me to eventually try to draw. @oddpizza or what I remember them by, Cosmic-Retro-Head. You don't have to read the entire top if it's too depressing but I just wanted to let you know that you are still an amazing and kind person. Love your new art and hope you keep it up!

Happy New Years everyone and to anyone who finds this though an archive of tumblr or just browsing online and stumbling onto my account.

[sapphire-dreamsky]

Forever Yours

Starring: Undertaker | Reader

Pairing: Undertaker / Reader

Nothing could faze him anymore. After having lived for centuries, nothing could really surprise him anymore. He has encountered demons and angels, both of whom were terrible nightmares to deal with. He has loved and lost many, watched as Time, cruel Time stripped them away from him.

He swore love was not worth the pain after having lost once more someone whom he held dear. His soul shattered every time someone was taken away from him. If he were to love again, he fears that he might revert back to his old bitter self. And that was a scary future. He thrived on life, tried to take back the pain Immortality gave him and turn it into happiness. He tried to bury away his old ways, taking on a more positive approach to Immortality. It wasn't always easy. Many times, he fell back into his old tired self but managed to get through the trying times barely escaping from the clutches of death. His resilience was one which he took great pride in. Despite being an oddball, he was finally able to live his life to the fullest. So what if society cast him away? He could now dance away to the tune of life! That was all that mattered to him!

So why did his thoughts have to be plagued once more? Why couldn't his heart understand that he was tired of loving and losing? The vicious cycle which captured him in its vicious deadly claws, awaiting the moment he would fall from that cliff into the unforgiving waters below. Why did his heart have to beat faster in her presence? Why did his eyes look for her every time he would hear her voice ringing around the streets on the rare days he would take a stroll around town? Why did she have to smile and look at him like that? As if he was the most precious thing in her life? Was his life doomed to be a never-ending cycle of love and loss? Was this his punishment for defecting from his position as a reaper? It hurts to look at her in the eyes and try not to fall even more in love with this sweet human. She is so similar to the others he has had before and yet so different. She was a mystifying human. She kept him on his toes, tore him away from the darkness which envelops him from time to time. Now that he saw what life was with her, Undertaker worries what life would be without her. His rock, his safe place.

He could tell that he was doomed as he leaned down and cupped her face gently in his. His eyes looked for any signs of discomfort or hesitation, a sign that she didn’t feel the same way after all. A sign that she might not have thought things through when she claimed to love him. ‘It wasn’t too late,’ the rational part of his mind says. But his heart, a treacherous little thing, wanted to live in the moment. It wanted to feel her close and never let go. He was at war but at the same time at peace. Her presence was refreshing as she encircled his waist into an embrace. ‘‘Please, don’t let me fall. I will break if you let go.’’ It was a double-entendre on Undertaker’s part. He is putting his heart and mind at stake at this moment. If she were to die, he wouldn’t know where to go anymore. ‘‘I won’t.’’ Undertaker wanted to scream. He wanted to argue and destroy this little comfort they built in the span of a few months. ‘You don’t know that,’ he wanted to say. ‘You are human. Humans always leave.’ But he kept his words at bay. She looked up at him. ‘‘If time was to separate us, then I will find and love you again in my next life, and the many more that follows. No matter where you go, my soul will follow.’’ The gravity of her words rang loudly in his parlour despite it being murmured. A secret promise only known to the two lovers.

If Undertaker wasn’t certain that he loved her before, then he fell right at this moment. He swore he never tasted a love like hers. Despite having loved many, this time it was different. He didn’t know if it was because she just bound her soul to his, and promised to find him again in her next life. No one ever promised him this even as they laid on their death-beds with him by their side clutching at a fibre of life. He couldn’t imagine the tremendous amount of love she has for him. Reincarnation is a sensitive subject. Soulmates even more so. It was a myth to tell little children, a promise for a special someone to love them forever. Undertaker had always seen this myth as ridiculous. He has lived for centuries but he never met his soulmate. And yet, at this moment, Undertaker was certain that she was his soulmate. His special person would love him forever. 

Her devotion and love for him shone as bright as the sun. Faithful and selfless. Letting out a small chuckle, he dips down, brushes his lips against hers. ‘‘And I’ll wait for you. I’m forever yours, darling. I hope you know that you won’t be getting rid of me that easily in the future?’’

[lyranova]

The Endevaors of Gods and Mortals

Summary:

Asta Videl thought he was just like everyone else; he lived with his mother and little brother, worked as a priest for the God of Doom, and was just a normal young adult!

But when an earthquake rocks the city of Clover and he risks his life to save others, he finds that instead of being a mortal like he thought, he’s actually a Demigod! With this new revelation, Asta sets out to complete his 12 trials in order to become a God while also trying to raise the status of the God of Doom!

Meanwhile the God of Hope, William Vangeance, has begun to notice more and more mortals are starting to lose hope. While trying to come up with solutions he runs across a young woman who, despite the terrible hand she was dealt, refuses to give up hope. Together, the two will go around the city and try to help the other Gods and Mortals also find their hope again!

Finally, the God of Stars, Yuno Grinberryall, has been cold and closed off ever since he lost his father and lover during the First Divine War. But when a face he’s been waiting 6 centuries for suddenly appears in his temple during the Offering Day, he begins to slowly open up again, while also trying to help them regain their past lives memories.

Chapter 1: A Shaky Exam

Hello everyone!

This is one of many AU’s that I’ve been playing around with since September and is the first of many that I’ll be posting throughout the next few weeks/months! I’ll still be posting COTF: Shadows and Dandelion Wishes weekly, this is more of just something I’m going to work on for fun 😁!

This work will include OC’s, not only from me, but also from my mutuals as well. There will be some shipping in this between canon characters (such as Yamichar, Greyche, Finral x Vanessa) but this will mainly be an Astelle and CC x OC fic/series! I hope you all enjoy~!

Word Count: 2,849

Taglist: @simpingforthisonedeer

Warnings: None

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Elysia. The realm of the Gods. It’s said to be one of the most beautiful and calming places on the planet, and it also happens to be one of the most coveted places. By both mortals, and by the Gods of the Underworld.

Elysia is ruled by Julius Novachrono, the King of the Gods and the God of Time. He is a first generation god, and is the only one left in Elysia. His twin brother, Lucius, was once a God of Elysia, but was banished to the Underworld after he and his siblings tried to stage a coup against the other gods.

Shortly after Lucius’s attempted coup, the second generation Gods were found and created, and then a few centuries after that the third generation was being born and created.

But during that time, Lucius wanted to finish what he started centuries ago, and had now amassed an army in order to do so.

And so, the First Divine War began.

The battle over Elysia raged on for years and years, both sides suffered immense casualties. The Gods of Elysia lost their Sun God, one of their Celestial Goddesses, and had their Goddess of Grief disappear during the battle.

But neither side backed down, neither side gave up, not until the Original God stepped in. The Original God ended all of the battles swiftly and sent all the respective gods back to their worlds. But before he returned to his eternal slumber, the Original God made some…adjustments.

Firstly, he took pity on the Gods that were slain in battle, and so he made sure that each one would be reborn. But he sealed away their memories from their times as Gods. He wanted them to decide in their second life, on their own, if they wanted to become Gods again or if they would prefer to stay mortals.

Secondly, in order to give the Gods of Elysia a new perspective, the Original God decided that mortals would now be allowed to become Gods. But it wouldn’t be easy. Each human would have to go through 12 trials designed uniquely for them in order to become a God, just like the Gods of Elysia had to.

Over the next 6 centuries many mortals tried to become Gods, but most gave up, with only a handful ever finishing their trials.

And one young man, one young demigod, was determined to become one of those handful of people who became a God. As it would bring him one step closer to becoming the King of Gods, just like he dreamed of!

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“ Asta…Asta wake up…ASTA!”

Asta jolted awake as he heard his mothers shouting, he groaned and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. He glanced to his right to look out the window and winced as the bright sunlight filtered in through the glass, as his vision began to grow more and more clear he assumed it had to be midday with how bright it was…

Wait, midday?

Asta blinked before turning to grab his alarm clock off his bedside table and he let out a shout.

It was nearly 11 o'clock, he was going to be late!

“ Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap!” He shouted loudly as he scrambled out of bed and began throwing on his clothes.

“ I tried to wake you up earlier but you were out like a light.” His mother, Richita, said with a nervous laugh.

“ Yeah, that was because he didn’t get home until 4 hours ago! This idiot forgets that he even needs sleep sometimes!” His younger brother, Liebe, shouted from the kitchen in an annoyed tone.

“ It’s alright! I can use being late as an excuse to get my morning run in, so don’t worry about it!” Asta said brightly as he threw his blue hoodie over his head, he grabbed his duffle bag and rushed towards his bedroom door and past his mother.

“ Do you have everything?” She asked as she watched her eldest child make a detour to the kitchen to ruffle his younger brothers hair, before rushing towards the front door.

“ Yep! I got everything!”

“ Even your sword?”

“ Even my sword!” Asta said with a bright smile as he held up the duffle bag for his mother to see.

“ Alright,” She began slowly and then suddenly realized something. “ Wait a second-!”

But before she could even finish her sentence he had already bolted out the front door. Richita quickly rushed to the kitchen, grabbed what Asta had forgotten, and ran after him.

“ Asta! Asta wait!” Asta turned when he heard his mother shouting for him, and blinked in surprise as something flew towards him.

With his fast reflexes he was able to catch it right before the object hit him in the head. He blinked as he looked at what his mother had thrown to him.

“ A nomotatoe?”

“ You forgot to eat breakfast! So take this and eat it on your way to the temple!” Richita shouted, and Asta nodded.

“ Okay mom!”

“ And one more thing,” She began with a bright smile. “ Good luck! I know you’ll get picked for the Gods exam, so do your best! I believe in you!” She added loudly.

“ I’ll do my best! See you this evening!” Asta shouted back happily as he waved at his mother before taking off running down the sidewalk.

“ Oh my, he’s in quite a hurry.” A voice said softly from beside Richita, and the woman turned to see Lily Aquaria standing there, and she grinned..

“ Yeah he’s running a bit late for the Gods exam,” Richita said with a small laugh. “ but I know he’ll make it there in time!”

“ I’m positive he will too,” Lily laughed softly. “ After all, Asta isn’t known for giving up so easily.”

“ You’re right, he isn’t, and that’s what makes him special.” Richita agreed fondly as she watched her son run further and further down the sidewalk.

She fully believed that when he came home for dinner that evening, he would have excellent news for them!

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Asta ran and ran down the sidewalk, he knew if he didn’t get there before noon then he would not only be excluded from taking part in the Gods exam, but he would most likely be killed by the God he served:

The God of Doom.

A shiver ran down the young man's spine as he picked up the pace, dodging people, cars, and other obstacles that got in his way.

He needed to hurry if he wanted to live long enough to turn 19 years old!

“ I’m here! Hold up, I’m here!” Asta shouted loudly as he made it to the large temple where the exam was going to take place.

Standing at the entrance was the God of Doom himself; Yami Sukehiro. And beside him stood the twelve priests and priestesses for his temple, who all happened to be ‘Minor Gods’.

Firstly there was Finral Roulacase: The God of Romance. Then there was Zora Ideale: The (second) God of Mischief, then Magna Swing: The God of Fire, and Luck Voltia: The God of Lightning.

There was Vanessa Enocteca: The Goddess of Wine, Gauche Adlai: The God of Mirrors and Truth, Grey: The Goddess of Alchemy, and Charmy Pappitson: The Goddess of Food and Crops.

Finally there was Noelle Silva: The Goddess of Water, Secre Swallowtail: The Goddess of Locks and Doorways, Henry Legolant: The God of Animals, and Gordon Agrippa: The God of Poison.

And lastly there was Asta, the only human among them.

“ You’re late, you brat!” Yami said roughly as he stepped forward and grabbed Asta by the top of his head tightly and lifted him off the ground.

“ S-Sorry Lord Yami!” Asta shouted as he flailed in the air, and he heard Noelle sigh from beside them.

“ Seriously BakAsta, you couldn’t have shown up at least a little bit early?” She asked with an annoyed tone, and Asta looked at her.

“ But I’m five minutes early though?!”

“ Stop your yammering and get in there you brat,” Yami said as he turned to his left towards the temple, and without even a second thought he threw Asta inside.

He let out a loud scream as he was sent flying through the temple and eventually skidded across the stone floor, as he slowly began to sit up he heard loud shouts behind him.

“ Good Luck Asta~!”

And then the doors to the temple closed with a loud and resounding thunk.

Asta could hear the gasps, laughs, and whispers as the others stared and watched him. They were all like him; mortal priests who were hopeful that they had done enough work in their respective temples to help them pass the exam today and officially become ‘Gods in training’!

After another minute or two suddenly all of the Gods from Elysia appeared in the balcony above them. The air in the temple grew more and more tense with every God's appearance.

Finally, the God of Hope William Vangeance stepped forward and looked out across the crowd.

“ Good afternoon everyone, and welcome to the Gods Exams,” He began loudly but warmly as he looked at the anxious and determined faces of the examinees. “ Today you will have to pass 3 tests in order to be eligible to start the 12 trials to Godhood.”

“ You will need to use your wit, physical strength, and teamwork in order to pass these three tests.” Charlotte Roselei, the Goddess of Beauty, said in a firm tone.

“ We want to see you giving it your all as you use what you’ve learned over the last 6 months at your respective temples in real world scenarios!” Fuegoleon Vermillion, the God of Passion, told them in a fiery and passionate tone.

Asta and the others in the temple nodded.

“ Everyone, good luck today, and do your best,” William began before waving his hand. “ Now, begin the exam!”

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As the exam began, Asta knew he wasn’t going to get very high marks in the wit category of the exam, but was absolutely surprised when he failed the teamwork part of the exam!

And it wasn’t because he didn’t work well with others, it was actually quite the opposite, he worked very well with others! It was the others who had the problem with him.

“ Why would we want to work with a priest from the God of Doom’s temple?”

“ Yeah all you’re gonna do is bring our team bad luck!”

“ Why would I want a useless nobody like you on our team? Get lost, loser!”

Were the ‘reasons’ given to him as to why no one wanted to team up, and even though he got annoyed by their insults, he decided he would surpass his limits just as Lord Yami told him too and would continue on with the exam. Even if that meant he lost points.

But it would be alright. Asta knew he what points he lost during the first two tests he could easily make up for during the final test:

The Physical exam.

“ Is this really the time for you to be taking it easy Asta?” A voice asked from beside him, Asta turned and smiled.

“ Says the guy who didn’t have to take this exam in order to become a God,” Asta pointed out, and the other man smirked a bit.

“ Well if you had been born a God like me you wouldn’t have to take this exam either.” The man chuckled and Asta sighed.

“ Yeah yeah rub it in Yuno, but just wait, because after I pass this exam I’ll definitely catch up to you and then I’ll become the King of Gods!” Asta proclaimed loudly.

Yuno Grinberryall, the God of the Stars, smirked.

The two had met about seven months ago by chance, right before Asta decided to join the God of Dooms temple. It was the annual Star Festival, and Asta was out having fun with his family, when he suddenly noticed a young man around his age getting robbed by a group of men and instead of fighting back he just…stood there and took it.

And instead of just walking past and ignoring it like everyone else, Asta decided to step in and rescue the young man.

And that young man was Yuno.

Yuno watched in disbelief as Asta fought with all his might against the robbers, and even though he took one hell of a beating, he didn’t give up and eventually defeated the robbers.

When Yuno asked why he did that, Asta explained that it was wrong and that he couldn’t stand seeing people bullying those they considered ‘weaker’ than them. When Asta asked Yuno why he didn’t fight back, he explained that Gods weren’t allowed to use their abilities against mortals, and that if they harmed or killed them, then they would be seriously reprimanded.

To say Asta was shocked by Yuno’s nonchalant explanation was an understatement. But once the shock wore off he instantly became excited and began to ask Yuno a lot of questions.

It took the Star God back a bit, but as the two talked, he ended up finding that he enjoyed the shorter man’s company and the two became quick friends.

If Yuno were being honest, Asta was his first ever mortal friend, and the first friend he had had in over 6,329 years.

6,000 years…had it really been that long?

Yuno’s amber eyes averted towards the crowd of people, his gaze scanning their faces and hair as he did, hoping to recognize a familiar face in the crowd…

But a quiet and disappointed sigh escaped his lips.

“ What’s up? Were you looking for someone?” Asta asked curiously as he looked at him. Yuno quickly shook his head.

“ Not at all,” Yuno said before a trumpet sounded in the temple. “ Looks like the exam’s starting again. Good luck out there, although I don’t think you’ll need it.”

“ Huh? What’s that supposed to mean?!” Asta asked in bewilderment before the Star God disappeared. “ Seriously?!”

Asta sighed before shaking his head and turned to see everyone lining up. As he started walking towards the line he froze as the ground beneath the temple began to shake violently.

The Gods all looked at each other with looks of confusion and concern.

“ An earthquake?”

“ Is this part of the exam?”

The confused and concerned voices of the examinees floated up towards the Gods, but they didn’t quite know how to respond since this was not part of the exam.

“ Is this your doing, God of Doom?” Nozel Silva, the God of Regret, asked with a cold glare.

“ I think you’re asking the wrong God, braid boy, isn’t earthquakes the God of Earths thing?” Yami asked as he took a drag from his cigarette. “ But what comes after? Yeah that’s my doing.”

“ What should we do about the exam?” Fuegoleon asked. “ Should we continue on?”

As William began to think about it, suddenly Marx Francois, the God of Memories and personal assistant to the King of Gods, appeared beside him.

“ William, Yami, Nozel you’re needed in the city.” Marx said, his tone serious and solemn. William nodded as Yami sighed.

“ For now, let’s just postpone the exam and let everyone go home and take a break, we’ll continue it later this evening.” William told the others as he, Yami, and Nozel began to walk past the other Gods and towards the portal that would lead them to the earthquake site.

“ Look at how cool Lord Vangeance is! Going to the earthquake site to instill hope to the people!”

“ And what about Lord Silva? Even though being the God of Regret comes with a huge weight, he seems to be carrying himself well!”

“ I dunno, in a way I think Lord Yami has the heaviest burden as the God of Doom. Think about it; he causes so many accidents and a lot of destruction, and gets a ton of hate for it! If I were him, I would rather be the God of Toilets than Doom!”

Asta listened as the words from the other priests floated around him. It was true that Lord Yami had the heaviest burden of all the Gods, at least in Asta’s opinion. He had to destroy and cause misery for those in the world, even if he didn’t want to. But he always had to keep the balance.

That’s what Lord Yami said.

And because of that he was universally hated by most of the citizens of Clover, which was why they got little to no offerings during the Offering Days at the temple. But while Lord Yami told them all that he was fine with being disliked, Asta couldn’t help but wonder if that was his true feelings…or if he had convinced himself of that

Asta hummed in thought, maybe, just maybe there was a way he could turn people’s opinion of the God of Doom around!

With that thought in mind Asta turned and quickly ran out of the temple, passing by the other Priests and Priestesses of the Doom temple, and ran straight for the earthquake sight.

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Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you have a good day~!

[fisbyartarchive]

Pinoko

Cutie patootie of mine whom i hath giveth him pileful, plentiful of angst from his dawn of birth. Yep, a fucking object oc.

Pinoko then was a caring, adventurous, impulsive, and labile orphan who live in a simple orphanage somewhere in Everaland. Nothing terrible happen on him, everything's good and lackadaisical. He have a roommate named Rudy, a metal rod. They both being best friend for so long in that orphanage. He is an active child, and sometimes causes trouble to caretakers (usually keeps missing from orphanage :P). He loves adventure stories and wants to be an Adventurer.

Now he is a teenager and heard the rumor of great treasures hidden at a land around Everaland. Since its a rumor we usually just shrug it off, but Pinoko keep thinking about it and wanted to find it out himself (dammit boy dont do it-). And one day, he decide to actually finding it himself. He prepares many stuff for adventures without anyone knowing.

At night, while everyone is asleep, He asks Rudy secretly about that. For sure Rudy denies that, questions Pinoko's dangerous plan, and urges him to cancels Pinoko's plan. But well, Pinoko keep insisted to go wether Rudy likes it or not. Pinoko then tells his friend that he wont be long, and left him through window.

2 days he spent on a coastal sea without guidance because he doesnt know which land the treasure is hidden. But he is having fun anyway, because its his first adventure. Not long after, he found a big rocky island with many signs floated around island. "Turn back" "do not enter" "hostile beast inside" was the sign's warning, yet Pinoko wont heed those warning since he just wanna explore the beach and nothing else. And for sure that beast is sleeping now, because he didnt see any creature there. So he's safe right?

(No. You got yourself fucked, boy)

He finnaly enters the island, walking and digging around in hopes for treasures or atleast something interesting. Not long, he sees a stone road and a small cabin. He is curious, but scared about the sign's warning. So he continues digging. But his curiosity is way more tempting, what hes going to do now.

...

He brace himself, and goes deeper to this land. This will be short, he promise himself. Entering the cabin, theres nothing, so dissapointing. But the stone road leads deeper to land's centre. More curious, he follows without second thought.

What will he found is a cavern that shines inside. Pinoko slowly peeking inside. And boy, turns out the treasures he seeks is here all along (or so he thought...). He goes inside, and takes as many things as his bag could fit them all. Jewels, goblets, and others he puts in his bag. He keeps searching and collects, not knowing something's woken up from their sleep..Youre doomed Pinoko :/

A gorgon witch suddenly snares Pinoko. The gorgon absolutely enraged by Pinoko's acts of trespassing the land and robbing their house, despite all sign they puts around the land. Pinoko being terrified and scared by the witch. He trying to reasons but stuttered and being too panic to says anything. So, the witch, like a bitch they are, goes "thats it! you are punished cruelly!!!" then electrocutes and flings Pinoko to nearby small land.

Long after Pinoko finnaly wakes up and realizes hes lost somewhere and lost his belongins. So he searches for it. He notices so much stones he sees in this land looks like various livings. Damn, who the hell leave their statues here?

He sees a critter, and the critter looks back. Suddenly the critter turns into stone. Pinoko got scared and runs away seeing that shit. On the way he keeps seeing more and more statues, and this terrifies him more. Pinoko then stumbles on a pebble and falls on a lake. Good thing its not that deep, so Pinoko gets up easily. While goes tothe ground, a snake falls on him, and he screams again.he tried get rid of that, yet he couldnt. He pulls that snake, and it hurts so much, like he just pulling his leaf.

...wait a minute, leaf?

He stops. And looks at his own reflection...

He is a Gorgon now...holy shit.

Screams of horror were let out from his mouth. He pulls his snake hair again, no avail. He tried to kill them with rocks, it also hurts, like you just suffocate yourself...Theres nothing he could do now, so he lay down and cries at his own fate. What will he going to do now? How is he hoing back now? How he's going to tell Rudy if he home?

In fear of his new self, new ability and his curse, he hides himself and sleeps in a cave...for 5 years. And one day, a bunch of adventurer ask his sleepy ass if they could use the cave as a shelter, since its the only cave exist in his land. Pinoko just agreeing and hides away from them. The adventurers didnt care, probably we asks some invisible guy. 4 days goes smoothly and then one adventurers tries the portal circle and Pinoko accidentally falls on it. They didnt even notice bruhhh.

So..where Pinoko goes now? To Planet Inamoth where its basically Earth but for Objects!!!!! LMAO

In a nutshell, he lands besides cabin on a forest. Found out about a big city. Tries to live and learn while also hiding from society. Stole a beanie. Works on a random, way too minimum wage job, and constantly changing job. Accidentally petrified some civilians two times, overly got scared and guilty, then drowning their statue body to a lake. And got two friend that randomly befriends you. You guys are all idiot.

Holy fucc this is the longest backstory ive ever write-

Created on september 2022 (?)

[yurious-george]

what's going to happen in ultrakill act III?

i'm on the final fight in act 2 and musing on where the plot might go, despite not having finished the fight, Just Because

gabriel is going to die. he already has less than 24 hours to live and v1 killed v2 with no hesitation. as fun as it is there's no sign v1 would feel terribly strongly about gabriel other than 'damn. i'm sad he died now that i've killed him.' even if v1 spared him he is sooo doomed. we have to be realistic here

between mirage's whole... (gestures vaguely) and common sense logic, hell will run out of blood and v1 knows it, effectively putting them on a self-imposed suicide mission in its quest for survival. (is that why levels are called missions? dang.)

if act 1's title was about v1 (infinite hyperdeath) and act 2 was about gabriel (imperfect hatred) it seems most fitting act 3's title (godfist suicide) would be about both of them

i'm going to assume satan is down there and has a good chance of being the final boss. this will be important later

so, godfist suicide, huh. a suicide not only means killing one's self; it can also mean knowingly getting into a fight or mission where someone will almost certainly die. this will also be an important distinction for speculation reasons

'go down fighting, even if it won't change the outcome' is a major theme of this game, so i doubt gabriel will just die to v1 or skewer himself out of spite. like he would not do that

i expect an over the top all out bloodbath for the final challenge, that's what this game is all about and i can't imagine it ending any other way

so, assuming satan is down there, there are three options for the boss order:

a. Gabriel -> Satan b. Satan -> Gabriel c. secret 3rd option??

these also really decide the tone of the game. if it's gabriel first and then satan, v1 will just have to sit there and watch itself slowly die, knowing it's possibly the only thing alive in the universe (aside from some of heaven I suppose?) If it's satan first and then gabriel, it will probably be a mutually assured destruction, dying at each other's hands and all. secret third option gabriel will go "fuck it, let's team up and kill satan and/or all of heaven too" which makes the order matter less.

I don't know if any of these will seem more likely than the other once I finish the gabe heresy fight, but gabe get worse arc would be really something. I want to see him stoop to v1's level <3