#but no matter what i tested it never turned pure black

[dravidious]

You're really really neat

I've been practicing the dark magic of computer graphics today! Unfortunately for my hubris I've been struck with the curse of the shadow crystal

[isaadore]

DEDICATED TO YOU | CHARLES LECLERC

pairing dad!charles leclerc x mom!reader

⭑ SUMMARY charles dedicates his helmet to you and amélie. word count 1.1k

warnings my french skills, pure fluff

note i haven't written in french in almost two years, so bear with me if some things are wrong 😓

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The days leading up to the Monaco GP were hectic, with Charles and his team focused on securing another victory in his home country. Charles was constantly busy with testing and training, which often began early in the morning and ended late at night. Yet, Charles always managed to find time for you and Amélie, no matter how busy he was. And tonight, he came home with a special surprise.

“I’m home!” Charles said as he opened the front door, the familiar click echoed through the hallway.

From the kitchen, you peeked down the hall and saw Amélie already heading towards her father, who was waiting with open arms.

Charles laughed as she ran into his embrace. “Hello, mon ange (my angel). How was your day?”

Amélie wriggled free from his arms and excitedly recounted her day. “Maman and grand-mère took me to the park! I saw puppies, Papa! Sooo many puppies!”

Charles chuckled, ruffling Amélie’s hair before heading over to you. “Puppies, huh?”

“Yes! Big ones and little ones!” Amélie replied, sticking her arms in the air to demonstrate the different sizes of the dogs.

You smiled at their exchange, enjoying the moment as Charles finally entered the kitchen.

“Mon amour (my love), I missed you,” Charles said, his eyes crinkling as he smiled.

“I missed you too,” you said, kissing him. Amélie, catching the moment, scrunched her tiny nose in disgust. She waddled over and tugged on Charles’ pant leg.

“Up, Papa!” She demanded, reaching her arms up.

Charles bent down to lift her up, making playful airplane noises that sent Amélie giggling. He settled her comfortably on his hip before turning his attention back to you.

“Since I have you both here… I have a surprise.” He reached into his back pocket while carefully holding Amélie, and pulled out his phone. With a swipe, he turned the screen towards you, his photo album open.

Amélie’s eyes widened as she recognized something in the image. “My name!”

You looked at the photo and immediately recognized Charles’ helmet. However, it was no longer the familiar red with white details but a striking crimson with gold and black accents. What made it truly special, though, was the elegant script of your names—yours and Amélie’s—handwritten by Charles himself and beautifully detailed along the side of the helmet. You could recognize his handwriting anywhere.

“Oh, wow,” you managed, feeling speechless. But Charles didn’t need you to say anything. He watched you as you read over the names again and again, your eyes filled with emotion. He knew you so well, he didn’t need words when your eyes told him everything he needed to hear.

“I’ve been meaning to do this for a while, but you know how complicated these things can be,” Charles said. “I thought Monaco would be the perfect race to debut it.”

“Monaco is the perfect race to debut it... The design itself is perfect. Thank you, Charles," you said, still overwhelmed with emotion. You leaned in to hug him, careful not to suffocate Amélie. But the three-year-old, like her father, enjoyed being dramatic.

“Maman! I’m squished!”

The familiar sounds of roaring fans, whirring machines, and busy mechanics working on cars filled the air as you left the hospitality area. You walked alongside Amélie, who was still learning to walk long distances. She wobbled and stumbled at times, so you and Charles were always ready to catch her. But Amélie’s boundless energy never let an occasional fall stop her.

So, when she tripped over nothing halfway to the Ferrari garage, you decided to pick her up despite her protests, insisting she could walk on her own.

“There’s mon petit rayon de soleil (my little sunshine)!” Charles exclaimed as he spotted you and Amélie entering the garage. He planted a kiss on your forehead before taking his daughter from your arms.

Carlos, watching from behind one of the computers, smiled and said what everyone was thinking: “I’ve never seen a father love his daughter this much.”

“I’m not sure if you’re trying to tease me, Carlos, but I’ll take that as a compliment,” Charles replied playfully, half distracted by Amélie, who was now playing with his Ferrari cap.

Carlos held up his hands in defence and turned back to his work.

You smiled at their banter before approaching Charles and taking Amélie back. “So, are you ready to show them what you’ve got?”

“Of course,” Charles said. “I haven’t been working this hard for nothing.”

With the race about to begin, you left Charles and his team to focus on their preparations. You guided Amélie away from Charles, and she immediately started blabbering to nearby mechanics. This caught the attention of a nearby cameraman, who immediately began capturing the adorable moment of the little Leclerc. You stifled a laugh as Amélie posed in front of the camera, showing no signs of shyness.

About a half-hour later, you and Amélie had settled comfortably into the team hospitality area.

“Maman, look! Is Papa waving at us?” Amélie asked, pointing excitedly at the big TV displaying close-ups of the drivers. The screen showed Charles waving to the crowd, but the cameraman stood in front of him, making it look like he was waving to the camera.

“No, love, he’s waving at the fans out there,” you said with a chuckle, amused by her confusion.

Amélie’s face scrunched into a pout when she realized her dad wasn’t waving at her. But her frown soon changed into a smile as the cars on the track began to line up. Whether in person or on-screen, racing always held her full attention. Even at a young age, she had quickly grasped the basic rules of the sport.

As the race began, the roar of the engines filled the air. You held onto Amélie, worried about her leaning too far over the rail. Charles, in his signature red car, quickly took the lead from his pole position the previous afternoon.

With each passing lap, the excitement in the stands grew as the Monegasque driver pulled further ahead. His skill and precision were clear to everyone watching. You and Amélie watched with anticipation, her tiny cheers barely audible over the cacophony of engines and roaring crowds.

As the final lap approached, Charles’ car glided effortlessly across the track, each maneuver flawless and calculated. The checkered flag came into view, and Charles crossed the finish line with an impressive lead.

The crowd erupted into cheers, and you and Amélie joined in, her smile radiating.

Then, one of the TVs in the lounge focused on Charles emerging from his car, his helmet still on. You caught a glimpse of your and Amélie's name on the side of the helmet. Seeing the names proudly displayed as Charles celebrated his home victory made the moment even more memorable.

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[brokenmenswhore]

Can you do a modern!jace x best friend!reader?? Like Jace likes reader but she’s in a relationship with a guy who cheats on her with multiple women and like one day when reader and jace are hanging out they saw readers bf on a date with another girl. Jace fights the bf and just basically angst and fluff maybe smut in the end if you like.

“i’m gonna kill him” aka my favorite thing for a hot guy to say ever. this is formatted as a drabble :)

obvious | jacaerys velaryon

pairing: modern!jacaerys velaryon x fem!reader

warnings: fighting? just a lil angst & fluff

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“Does he have to come?” Jace asked you, swinging open the door to the backseat of your car and settling down in the center of the long seat.

“Can’t always be the passenger princess, Jace,” you laughed.

“That’s not why I asked,” he pouted in response.

“Then what’s the matter? I thought you guys got along?”

Jace sighed. “Forget it.”

“Jace, tell me,” you pressed.

He shrugged. “I just think you could do better.”

At that very moment, your boyfriend opened the passenger side door, shifting into the seat and leaning over to place a kiss on your lips.

“Hey, baby,” he said to you. He then turned toward the backseat. “What’s up, Jake?”

Jace rolled his eyes, his nostrils flaring in frustration as you giggled.

“Babe, it’s Jace, not Jake,” you told him.

“Fuck, sorry man,” your boyfriend apologized.

When Jace didn’t respond, your boyfriend turned back around and faced forward as you put the car in drive and pulled away from his house.

Jacaerys often acted like this around your boyfriend. You weren’t really sure why. When he was alone with you, Jace was bubbly, personable, kind, and made you laugh like no one else on earth. But in a trio, Jace shut down and huffed at any attempt to pull him into conversation, and it only got worse with time.

You and Jace had been best friends since you moved to town a few years ago. He immediately approached you when he first saw you, and the friendship blossomed into the most genuine relationship of your life.

But it wasn’t a romantic relationship.

Yes, Jace was handsome, and it was not like you’d say no if he asked, but he never asked. After a while, you accepted that you two were comfortable as friends, and your connection became so pure that it would seem stupid to do anything that may ruin it.

When you met your boyfriend, you were instantly attracted to one another, but your brain flashed a memory of Jace in your head. Just friends you thought.

Your boyfriend won you over quickly, romancing you in every way he possibly could. Jace wasn’t impressed, saying he was overdoing it and it seemed disingenuous.

You were with Jace the first time you suspected him of cheating. Jace was in your bedroom, making himself comfortable on top of the sheets as you emptied the days contents from your bag. You had seen your boyfriend earlier in the day, and he returned the mascara you told him you’d forgotten in his bathroom.

You pulled out the tube and inspected the labels. You were staring at the black cylinder for long enough that Jace noticed.

“You good?” he called out.

“This mascara isn’t my brand.”

“Ok?”

You sighed. “This brand tests on animals. I only use brands that don’t.”

Jace put an arm behind his head to use as a pillow. “So why are you carrying it around?”

“I left my mascara at his house and asked him to bring it today.”

“Dude, I’m so confused,” he said.

“This isn’t mine,” you said, holding it up for a moment.

Jace finally caught on. “Why would he have makeup at his house if it isn’t yours?”

“That’s what I’m saying, Jace.”

Even though Jace had done nothing but shit on your boyfriend since the day you met him, he didn’t want to see you hurt. “I’m sure it’s just a mistake, like it’s his sister’s or something. There’s always a perfectly reasonable explanation. Besides, he’d be an idiot to do that to you.”

The next time, Jace watched you get into a fight with your boyfriend after a girl approached him when the three of you were out. She claimed to have slept with him less than a week earlier and never got a call back from him.

He swore to you that he had never seen her before, and she must have mistaken him for someone else.

As much as you trusted your boyfriend, you were a girl’s girl, and she seemed so sincere. You knew he was a bit of a player before he met you, so it was natural that you had your doubts.

You confided in Jace through the phone later that night, as you oftentimes did.

“I’m just nervous that I’m the idiot. What if she was telling the truth?”

“I don’t know what to tell you, Y/N.” That was a lie. He knew exactly what he wanted to tell you. He wanted to tell you that yes, your boyfriend was a cheating scumbag, and you should dump him and date Jace instead. But he didn’t say another word.

“But if he is cheating on me, it’s my fault.”

“What does that mean?” Jace asked, confused.

You were beginning to tear up. You sniffled, “he’s destined to get it somewhere if he’s not getting it from me.”

Even though Jace was alone in his room, laying on his bed, he still sat up when he heard what you said. “What?”

You just continued to breathe heavily and sniffle on the other end of the phone.

“You- you haven’t had sex yet?” He couldn’t help but ask the question.

“Not with him.”

Jace ran his fingers through his hair. He was so relieved. He was so happy. He was now thinking about you and sex and his mind was racing.

“If anyone cheats on you because you aren’t ready to have sex yet, they’re a fucking idiot. Listen to me, Y/N, never let him pressure you. I swear to god I’ll kill him.”

Jace had never spoken to you like that, and it caught you somewhat off guard.

“I won’t. Thank you, Jace.”

There were more little red flags that popped up over the course of your relationship, and Jace would, like a good best friend does, sit there and listen to you work through each and every one of them. The more and more your boyfriend caused you to feel like this, the more Jace just wanted to scream at you to dump him already, but he held his tongue.

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You and Jace spent the day together, enjoying the weather and connecting without any interruptions. You were walking down the street, discussing where you should go next when you spotted him across the busy road.

Your boyfriend, seated outside a restaurant, was across the table from another girl.

Jace followed your sight line and saw him too.

“I’m gonna kill him.”

You put a hand on his chest, “wait, Jace. Maybe it’s just a friend? I mean, you and I are hanging out.”

You swallowed your words immediately as you watched both of them lean across the table and kiss.

Jace took one look at your face and speed walked across the busy street, marching right up to your boyfriend and punching him in the face.

He fell backwards in his chair, holding his nose as he moved to stand up.

“You got a fuckin problem?” your boyfriend yelled.

“Yeah, I do,” Jace said, lifting the empty water glass from the table, “you.” He hit the glass on top of your boyfriend’s head as hard as he possibly could, but the glass didn’t break. Instead, it just hit him.

Your boyfriend grabbed Jace’s wrist, forcing him to drop the glass as he punched Jace directly in the nose.

Jace dove into him, nearly pushing him into oncoming traffic as he tried to land even more punches.

The restaurant staff rushed outside to break up the fight. They held Jace’s arms back as your boyfriend looked around for the girl he was with, who was now gone. Instead, he saw you, and immediately turned around and left.

“Yeah, run, you fucking coward, you didn’t deserve her anyway,” Jace called out.

The restaurant staff dropped Jace’s arms when he calmed down. He wiped his nose with the back of his sleeve, cleaning off the blood.

You stepped in front of him, taking his face in your hands as you inspected his wounds. “You think you might have a broken nose?” you asked.

Jade scoffed. “He can’t hit that hard.”

You sighed. “Let’s just get to the car.”

You both walked in silence to the car. When you were seated inside, you turned to Jace. “Why, Jace? Why?”

Jace held a napkin he stole from the restaurant to his nose. “The fuck do you mean why?”

“Why would you do that?”

Jace looked around the car as if there was an audience who would agree with him that your question was crazy. “He cheated on you, Y/N, I think what I did was justified.”

“You didn’t have to fight.”

“Yes I did. I told you I was gonna kill him.”

You scoffed. “Jace, I fucking figured you were kidding! I didn’t want you to hit him!”

“But are you mad at me now that I did?”

You looked into his eyes for a moment as he dropped the napkin, and the blood flow stopped.

“No,” you admitted, “I just don’t get why. I know we’re friends, but that seems extreme.”

“You’re not just my friend.”

You shifted in your seat. “What?”

Jace’s muscles tensed when he realized what he said. “Nothing.”

“No, Jace, if you have something to say to me, now’s the time.”

Almost immediately, he replied, “it’s not obvious to you how in love with you I am?”

Your eyes immediately widened. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. He was fed up, tired of holding it in, ready to lay everything out on the table.

You blinked rapidly, trying to string together any array of words, but your mind was failing you. You didn’t realize how long you spent in your own head until Jace spoke again.

“Shit, I’m sorry, Y/N, please say something.”

You couldn’t stay silent forever, but you couldn’t think of something appropriate. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Look,” Jace sighed, embarrassed by his confession, “can we just, like, pretend I didn’t say that?”

You slowly nodded your head no. “I don’t wanna pretend like you didn’t say it.”

You sat in silence for a bit, letting his confession marinate in the air.

“You’re in love with me?” you finally spoke, breaking a bit of the tension, much to Jace’s relief.

“Only a little,” Jace joked, hoping to keep the mood light while simultaneously trying not to run away from his confession in hopes it would lead him straight to getting you.

“Only a little,” you repeated to yourself in a giggle, trying to process everything.

“I tried to make it go away, I swear, but every time I did, it only got worse.”

You rested your head on the back of the car seat. “How long have you, uhm, how long have you felt like this?”

Jace took a deep breath. “How long have we known each other?”

“Really? Wow.”

“What?”

“I just- why didn’t you tell me?” you asked.

“Didn’t know how,” he answered, “and I didn’t wanna fuck this up.” He moved his finger between the two of you in reference to your friendship and dynamic, and you understood what he meant.

“Yeah, I get it, I guess I could say the same.”

Jace’s gaze darted to you. “What?”

“I don’t really tell you how I feel about you for the same reasons.”

Jace’s heart pounded in his chest. “And how do you feel about me?” He desperately wanted to hear you say it.

“Same as you.”

“Uh uh,” he said, leaning on the center console, “you gotta say it.”

“Please don’t make me,” you blushed, nervous.

Jace grabbed your jaw in his hand and turned your head until you were looking directly at him. “I wanna hear you say it.”

You exhaled and tried to calm your heart rate. “What, it’s not obvious that I’m in love with you too?” you playfully mocked him, the teasing making your words easier to say.

Jace smiled at you. You’d seen him smile, you’d seen him laugh, you’d seen him happy, but you’d never seen him smile like this before.

He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, his hand lingering around the side of your head.

“I took a punch for you, you know.”

You caught on instantly. “I guess I should think of some way to thank you.”

You leaned closer to Jace, and he instantly pulled your mouth to his, kissing you like he’d been dying to for much too long. Neither of you had the strength to pull away as you melted in to each other’s touch, fully making out in the front seat of your car.

There was only so far you could go with a console in the middle. You pulled away, and could tell you were both having the same thought.

“Back seat?”

“Back seat.”

[roseykat]

KINKTOBER DAY 12

TITLE: Like Throwing Petrol on a Fire

WARNING: minors DNI with this post or my blog. I create NSFW SKZ related content and I know I won't be able to regulate every single interaction with those posts so please do not engage with my work and page whatsoever.

SUMMARY: Hyunjin can't get either his or your clothes off in time for him to fuck you. Unfortunately, he has to resort to and put up with another method.

TAGS: pre-established relationship, dry humping, swearing, poor Hyunjin can’t help himself (also both reader and Hyunjin are mentioned to be at the club but there is no alcohol involved with this story)

KINK: Dry humping.

KINKTOBER23 - MASTERLIST

TAGLIST: @kbitties @luneskies @mal-lunar-28 @kibs-and-bits @aaasia111 @fairy-lixie @dreamingaboutjisung @queenmea604

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It was meant to be a good night out for you and Hyunjin, which it was to begin with. You, him, and a group of friends all collectively decided to go clubbing together for the first time in a while. However, later in the night, Hyunjin would find himself in a predicament that he never would've been able to climb his way out of.  

What started off as innocently taking you to the dance floor, turned out to be the worst decision he had ever made. 

Had you not been pressing your ass against his hips for the entirety of the night, Hyunjin wouldn’t be where he is now; sexually frustrated and pissed off because you were teasing him in public. The fact that you knew and felt that he was getting hard, yet continued to grind on him was enough for Hyunjin to take you by the wrist, and pull you with him to the bathroom. 

Sneaky, public, bathroom sex would’ve been ideal for you both at the club – had it not already been full to the brim with other occupants already going at each other. It was either that or go home, and Hyunjin is not one to muck around when he’s horny.

He gets desperate, almost borderline agitated when he’s in the mood because he can’t fuck you.  

Seeing him like that always makes you want to tease him, but you know better. Teasing him means pure punishment for you and Hyunjin has a very creative mind so you always tread carefully around him when he’s in that state. He could deprive you of his body for an entire week or fuck you every day if he wanted. He’s just full of surprises. 

But now and then, Hyunjin becomes so needy that punishments and rewards don’t even cross his mind. That instance just so happened to occur at the club.

Having been so frustrated with not being able to find a decent place to fuck you, the pair of you needed to go home. Alleyways and narrow streets weren’t going to cut it for him, not when there were too many people loitering around. 

So Hyunjin led you back to his car, jumping in and nearly racing off. To make matters worse for him, you decide to test him by palming over his already hard cock. He couldn’t bear the strain he felt against his pants regardless of the small easements of pressure you were giving him as he drove you both back home. 

His head presses back into his chair, trying with every ounce of strength to keep his eyes on the road, “baby, why can’t you wait until we get home?” 

“Because I need you now Jinnie,” you mutter, taking advantage of the state that he’s in. 

Hyunjin does his best to ignore your answer as he turns the last corner onto the street of the house. He eventually slows down and pulls into the driveway to park. As he gets out, he’s thankful that it’s pitch black and everyone in the neighbourhood is asleep, otherwise they would’ve easily seen how hard is. 

“Keys,” you say to him. 

Hyunjin is already on it, barely saying anything as he pulls the house key out of his pocket with a shaky hand and unlocks the front door. The second it’s open, it’s Hyunjin’s game now. 

He pulls you in by the wrist, slamming the door, and backs you right against the entryway table with such force that it dents the wall behind it. There’s no making it to the room, let alone the lounge at this rate.

Hyunjin helps lift you onto the surface of the table, hoisting your legs up just to push and spread them for him to slide in between. Even just feeling the heat in between your thighs is enough to give him some relief, but not the kind that he's craving. 

“I need you…so bad baby,” he groans, pressing his hard, clothed cock into your pussy. 

The friction for you is incredible against your clit, but you do feel for Hyunjin who can’t do much when he’s in formal black slacks. All the while one of Hyunjin’s arms wraps around your lower back so that he can grope the other side of your body while the other hooks around and digs into your thigh.

“Yeah?” You ask, allowing him to continue to fake fuck you while his face is buried in your neck. He can’t even think straight enough to try to take his pants off.

Hyunjin groans, his voice raspy yet hurried, “fuck, I-“

“You know I’m ready for you, so wet for you Jinnie,” you egg him on even further. “Just want you to fuck me.”

His moans are exasperated and breathy, he always sounds beautiful to you when he’s like this, “I can’t – fuck I’m gonna cum…”

You’re not surprised given that you’ve technically been teasing him for the past hour now. So now all you can do is sympathise and let him do what he needs to. 

“It’s okay,” you assure him, breathing just as fast as he is. “Just cum for me.”

Hyunjin’s hips stagger out of their pace, continuing to thrust his dick repeatedly until he has to bite down on your shoulder to suppress the loud moans that are straining out of his throat. Not even a few seconds later, Hyunjin is rocked with an orgasm that has him gripping tightly onto your body, nails digging into you.

The pace of his thrusts slows down after his breathing reaches its peak height. Hyunjin has forgotten what it felt like to not cum inside you for once. It reminds him of the time when you first got together and were scared to take each other's virginities so only dry humping really made the cut. It still feels good, but not as nearly as glorious as busting a warm load inside of you.

"Fuck," Hyunjin sighs.

"Feel better?" You ask, carding your hand through the back of his black hair.

He looks down in between your legs, seeing the hairline-like, sticky strings of cum that connect from his clothed dick to your damp underwear. Hyunjin can barely tell if it's from him, or if that's just because you're wet. Maybe it's both. Either way, he finds it hot.

"You drive me crazy you know that?" Hyunjin says to you, leaning back in to snuggle his face into your neck once more. “Now I have to get hard again to fuck you.”

[4pfsukuna]

Manspread (drabble)

Just look at the way he {sits}

Geto will purposely manspread  to get a rise out of you. He’ll be slightly slouched, legs spread as far as possible, a subtle smirk on his face and nothing but audacity in his mind.

The first few times he did it was pure instinct, it's how he was comfortable and sometimes did it so Satoru couldn't sit too close. Everybody knows that for a man who can't be touched he surely enjoys invading personal space.

“Suguru i don't care how big you think your dick is close your legs” followed by an eye roll as you plop down on the crowded train seat next to him scrunched in between his thick thighs and the metal railing.

“Wanna find out sweetheart” he smirks, running a tongue over his bottom lip.

“Ill pass on the disappointment” you fake gag before stealing one of his pretzels bites and going into a conversation with Shoko who’s sitting across from you fidgeting with a lighter

And every point from then on he makes it a mission to tease you, train rides, cafes even study sessions. And as of recently your home.

“So you don't want to do my hair?” He asks head leaning over the back of your couch his hair thats been growing unusually long draped over his broad shoulders, still manspread, with his expensive hair products.

And with a sigh you walk to stand in front of him, his head following you as he does bangs falling in his eyes still framing his face perfectly. He almost missed it its quick there's a certain look in your eye as you watch him manspread but its not anger.

It was long enough for him to build a theory and test it.

The next time he sees you is a house party someone from a neighboring college had thrown that he knew for a fact you’d be there

He's sitting manspread, both arms resting on the top of the couch black compression shirt stretched deliciously around his biceps and slightly raised showing a sliver of his torsi black sweats doing very little to hide any bulge or thigh muscles but it was his hair. All of his glorious locs not in his usual bun cascading down his shoulders and chest as he laughs at something Gojo tells him.

Its like your feet have a mind of their own and you begin walking to him this time he doesn't miss the glint in your eyes no matter how much he keeps looking at your pretty brown thighs in that extra short mini skirt.

“Hey sweetheart” and it's a challenge he's not closing his legs to make room for you, even stopping Satoru from moving over to make room.

But there's a reason you fit so perfectly into their trio, you never backed down from a challenge. In a split second you're sitting on his thigh propping your legs up comfortably on his opposing thigh. You looked like an absolute bratz doll in comparison to his big muscular size. His hand instantly finds your lower back to offer you support but you've already wrapped an arm around his shoulder.

Suguru thinks he's won and you two don't even recognize the silence you've created from everyone in a one foot radius of you. That is until you take that same arm wrapped around his shoulder to move some of his hair back and out of his face tucking it behind his shoulder cupping his chin with a cute smile before turning back to the group.

Did you just—? His whole face is red. There was no way he was winning and with a simple action he was down like this. Down bad for you. Nanami lets out an awkward cough and Gojo is quick to offer him aid only to trip spilling his beer on him being the lightweight he is causing them to bicker.

Suguru takes the time to admire you while everyone else is focused on the two bickering. The perfect french tip on your toes, the gold anklet that matches the toe ring, how toned your brown legs are, the scattered moles and what he thinks is a dragon tattoo that crawls deliciously under that long belt you call a skirt.

Your soft giggles pull him from his thought process and he notices nanami has actually gotten physical with Gojo and he should probably break it up but your fingers glide up the nape of his neck nails gently scratching his scalp before tangling in a soft grip with a light tug.

The slight gasp…groan… dare he say whine? That you pull from him that’s only loud enough for you to hear lets him know that he’s completely putty in your hands. He kind of wanted you to do it again, maybe even pull a little harder and as if you could hear his thoughts you send him a wicked smirk paired with a devious wink before turning back.

Now Suguru has a new reason to manspread anything to get you back in his lap to play with his hair to mold him as if he’s your putty. Oh and you take the bait every time enjoying sitting in his lap loving when he drops one arm down to circle your waist or when he wants your attention or he’s ready to leave he’ll wrap both arms around your waist setting his chin on your shoulder.

It's when you two finally make it back to his place, he spreads his legs wide as your mouth spreads from being split open on his dick  eyes rolling back. He keeps one hand on your waist and grins as you use his chest for balance.

“I think i love having your legs spread as much as you love when mine are”

[marilynthornhilllover]

When you call my name. do you think I'll come running? { chapter 7}

+ If i only could I'd make a deal with God I'd get him to swap our places.

Alcina dimitrescu x fem!Reader

Warning: pre-grief, depression, slight sadness, extreme rage, LOTS of angst, extreme plot twist, talk of suicide, slight fluff. { read chapter 6 here }

A/n: I just wanted to start off by saying thank you to the people who showed utmost appreciation to this series and interest of it continuing! I never actually thought this series would hit it off! And it warms my heart to know so many of you are interested and it has captured the attention of your heart! Sorry for the long wait in chapter update! I know it's been almost five months since i last posted CH. 6 and I sincerely apologize! :). This is a bit lengthy so I had to split it into two parts so, chapter 8 will be a bit short!! Love you guys enjoy!!.

Today no one spoke..... no one moved.... no one even dared to blink or breathe too hard. If you were ever to be caught dead in the sight of Lady Dimitrescu who knows what she might do to you..... Perhaps Rip you in half?, shred you to pieces?, pull your throat out?..... well no one wanted to be a human experiment, therefore everyone kept their distance away from the lady and her personal space. Her rage is not one to be tested and neither is her faith. She's like a lion, sly in the shadows but dangerous in light, she couldn't be trusted then and certainly not now. Ever since you left she's been acting as a fish out of water.

She never left her office or the castle itself and when she did, no one could be able to point out her emotions. She'd always dress in her usual formal black dresses and Veil hats that covered three quarters of her face. Her elegant walk and perfectly fitted gloves, only God knew what monster hid behind the poker face of 'Countess Dimitrescu' .

The entire castle was silent - completely silent. You could hear a pin drop. Make noise and your dead, make one slip up and show weakness or incompetence and your also dead, no one wanted to be alive in the same place where " Countess Alcina Dimitrescu " also lived. The villagers who'd usually bring fresh food and fruits to the castle heard of the matter and started delivering their pastries at the back door, too terrified of the wrath she held for anyone who may know what she's going through or even the smallest detail of your whereabouts.

It was a mad house at castle dimitrescu, maids started whispering rumors and stories of how the lady was going completely mad and turning into some sort of witch or dragon - if that's even possible, at night. Some say she flys over the village howling and puffing looking for her.... lost one.... but that's not true..... right?.....

It was 10:05 am, the lady drinks tea at 10:00 am, the lady's tea is five minutes late.... why because the poor little tiny girl who's job is to bring the raven hair goddess tea is scared out of her mind to so much as to stand infront of her door, she's done this a million times, so what's holding her back now? Maybe the fact that no one knows where her fate might lie after the woman opens the door, perhaps only mother miranda will know.... but she's a topic for another time.....

The girl took slow strides walking up to the lady's door as the tray that laid in her hand containing the lady's tea shook vigorously as a result of her nervous system failing her, cold sweat dripped from her forehead as her lips quivered and shook.

One

Two

Three

Knock, knock

Her shaking palms returned to her side as she sighed a breath of pure fright. For two long , minutes there was complete silence, no movement, no breathing, no sign of other recreations, nothing, absolutely nothing. And just as she was about to leave, hoping the lady thought her ears deceived her, there were loud thudding foot steps. No exaggeration used, the tall woman's footsteps were loud and massive. They spoke of frustration and pure rage. The young girl then again started struggling to breathe.

As the footsteps got louder and closer she managed to bow her head just in time when the lady opened the door. Suddenly the girl was taken back when an impossibly human surviving air hit her skin. The air was cold and thick, she could easily tell that the lady in fact hadn't left her room in a while and there was no ventilation happening in there. It felt as if someone had truly died, as if all life was lost, and the world had truly ended and all love was forgotten.

" yes, what is it, can't you see I'm busy?!" her voice was cold, brutal and hoarse, it showed no sign of life, love or even integrity , instead she sounded bitter and cold as, if she was the first person to ever be born on earth and everyone else were just a burden or her just her unwanted ornaments.

" f- forgive m- me my lady i-if I'm wrong but- you have wine with your b- breakfast, and tea in t- the mid afternoon, m- my lady" she wasn't wrong... in fact she's one hundred percent correct, but when your life is at stake you try to minimize your talking and smart mouthing - simply being correct. Again there was a long pause of utter silence. The girl couldn't even hear the lady breathe above her , it was as if she wasn't there at all, if she wasn't quite literally staring at her heels she would have believed she had returned inside.

Besides from that she couldn't even hear herself breathe, she minimized her heart beat and lungs respiration so low that it felt as if she was dying, her chest started to burn, it was as if she wasn't breathing at all. The girl heard a sigh of frustration before a loud slam of the door infront of her.

Well.... it's better than having your throat ripped out and being made into fine Romanian wine then being sold to the market.

Alcina sniffed walking back towards her desk. she held onto the rim of it for emotional support. She bit her lip as it quivered, while fighting back tears. Your voice rang through her mind, you were like a ghost, invisible with high amount of impact but held powerful memories. Alcina couldn't function or focus the way she should be. You were the only thing she thought about, the only person she ever truly loved or cared about besides her daughters. And to have you pulled out of her life by the hands of the person she hated so greatly made her feel as an failure even more.

It ate away at her heart to know that if you had died - as miranda said you did, that means that you spent the last few minutes of your life probably cold and afraid, thinking that it was her fault. But regardless, what ate her up the most was the fact that you died with holding her hand, without her being by your side until you took your last breathe. It wasn't fair, and it was her fault. It is her fault. After all she is a monster.

' Monster '

' Your a monster '

' No one loves you '

' Your the reason she's d- '

" SHUT UP" alcina picked up her vanity and threw it across the room with great power, breaking it in half and slightly cracking the floor of her office. That's definitely gonna need fixing.... which means someone will have to visit the castle. She didn't want any guests or company, not because of the rumors, or the uneasiness you felt as soon as you stepped foot into the palace, no alcina was bigger than that, what she wasn't bigger than was herself.

Not her literally self, the one she saw when she looked into the mirror, the one she felt 24/7 weighing down her shoulders, the one she heard most of the time.....her entire life, the one she felt deeply inside waiting to be unleashed, to be able to set the world ablaze and get rid of all human beings. The one she was called...... a monster..... this part of her..... this was the part she wasn't bigger than.

No matter how much she tried, no matter how much she fought..... it ate her up inside..... her inner soul was bruised, scared, busted, call it what you want, but the truth was she fought to keep the outside going strong and tall. While the fire was running low she fought to keep herself elegant and up right. Good Posture, perfect teeth, phenomenal business, respected name. All of it was just a show that people got to tell. What people failed to realize was that although Alcina may be dead on the inside..... she's still human.....

She still loved... she's still cared, for God's sake. This was the part of her she just couldn't get rid of. The weight of it all soon caught up to her and it and not light at all.

She missed you.... so so much, beyond explanation.... beyond belief.... she loved you, every part, your smile, your hair, the way you'd do a little nose scrunch when she tackled you onto the bed, your laugher, your dramatic side eyes when she said something that didn't quite suit your style. She cared for you.... so damn much too. Cared if you ate, if you slept, if you were happy.... and now you were gone.... erased from her memories, from her life.

She longed for you....

You stired as you slowly opened your eyes to see daylight. You blinked rapidly trying to clear your eyes and refocus your vision. After a while of low steady breathing you were finally able to open your eyes completely and take hold of your surroundings. The room was small, it reminded you of the vintage times. It was raged with cigarette smoke and burning medicine plants - too much burning medicine plants. The room wasn't clean but it also wasn't the tidest.

There was a small bed on which you laid on and another which was empty, there was another room connected to the room that you were in that had a beaded curtain handing before the entrance. From the view that you were sitting you could see an old woman slowly moving her hips side to side as she hummed softly to a playing jazz music that your ears couldn't yet pick up. You coughed as you tried to get up slowly, you instantly felt excruciating pain all over your body.

You fell back sobbing as your hands felt utterly weak. You heard small foot steps before seeing a familiar face. It was Carmen. Your mom's old yoga and herb cooking buddy. A small warm smile was plasted on her face as she sat on the stool infront of you.

" Easy now child, you don't want to make this wound worst" she spoke, her voice cracky and faint. She was dressed in a light pink night gown and a soft brown head band with her hair braided in a fish braid. She gently dipped a wash cloth in a bowl of green like liquid before gently pressing it to your wound that was located on your hip. You whimpered softly at the slight stinking sensation before it disappeared as quickly as it appeared. After multiple wips of her cleaning the wound she placed a badge on it.

" thank you carmen" you mumbled, your voice also being raspy from using for the fisrt time since God knows when. The elder woman smile before waving you off with her hand. She got up and and went back into the kitchen.

" how did I end up here?" You asked her before standing since you felt a bit more better now. You heard her chuckle before hearing some pans clack together.

" I found you laying in the forest the other day when I went out to pick berries, you were all cut up and bruised, could have swore you were a zombie or perhaps even a lycan" she laughed before emerging from the kitchen and into another room. You Curiously followed her just to find four small but widthful shelves of books.

She bent down groaning slightly before taking out some books and dusting them off and replacing them, continuing the step for others.

" I hoped you'd wake up soon, when I found you, you had only a faint pulse that lasted every twelve seconds, you were basically half dead. Anyway I need to go to the market, i'm sure you can fend for yourself, you did just fine, God knows how you ended up 36 miles out into the woods" you froze..... did she just say 36 miles..... into the woods....

" am I in south Romanian?!" You asked a bit too loudly. Carmen looked up at you with raised eyebrows.

" yes.... did you forget you and your mother use to hop the river to come visit me for my birthday? Silly girl, yes south Romanian, mother Miranda's old village, the one she used to rule over? Yes my dear" she moved towards the other selve and began packing.

" Carmen! Do you heard how crazy this sounds?! I live in north Romania, you know... where castle dimitrescu is?! " again your voice was on the raise and she didn't quite like it, but you didn't really care either. She sighed before getting up, she facial expression and body language completely changed into a colder one.

" have a seat child" you compiled before she sat infront if you with a very serious expression. She sighed before placing her hands down onto your thighs.

" your mother died y/n...." your eyes zoned and you swore you could hear your eyes ring as you heard your heart beat slow down. Carmen squeezed your thighs before continuing.

" it's a hard pill to swallow but you better do, my condolences my daughter" she said doing the sign of the cross. Your mother meant alot to you, she wasn't really a huge part of your life, you didn't even remember much of her. You remember being kidnapped from your house one night by mother miranda and seeing the terror on her face before you passed out, and seeing her in a dream once. You've lived in an orphanage for your entire life and that night was the first time that you got back your life to her.

That didn't meant you wouldn't miss her.... you just couldn't find a reason to miss her.... you barely even knew her to begin with.....

" you know that lady people said your in love with?.... you know.... tall, big vampire mommy lady with wings" you gaved her a sarcastic fake laugh before looking at her dead serious. She smirked before continuing.

" there was a rumor that she killed your mother....." you tilted your head to the right, trying to comprehend the information you just received. You shook your head before nervously laughing.

" No that's not true.... it was probably miranda but people are to scared to say that so they blame alcina, they always do that, trust me, miranda was the last person my mom saw so-" Carmen cut you off by shaking her head and tsking.

" No child..... your mother was killed six months ago... and if I'm not mistaken you were kidnapped and forced to work for this ' Alcina' almost two years ago.... look they said it was big boobs vampire lady, bird lady and some lady who's obsessed with carrying her doll everywhere" you were significantly frozened between reality and what carmen was telling you now - which would obviously be a lie.

No one is saying carmen is a lier but sometimes elderly people loss their minds as time goes by - especially is they love to gossip..... anway.... your mom is dead and you felt nothing, you don't even think you miss alcina, now that your away you feel.... nothing..... you don't miss her, part of you don't even seem to care if she's doing ok, it's as if you never loved her.... maybe your body is still in shook, carmen did say that you had been out for two days straight, maybe your sleep dprived and can't think straight or maybe........ no let's not go there.

Carmen could clearly see that you didn't believe her, getting her she sighed as she began to grab her belongs, shoes, shopping bags, bud spray and pepper spray.

" look child believe what you want, don't go cra cra over your mom too much, wishing on things that just weren't possible, i'm off, when I'm back maybe we can make cinnamon rolls and some soup to get you better" she smiled softly at you before leaving a small peck on your forehead then leaving. You decide that your going back to castle dimitrescu, you needed answers...... you demanded them..... and even if it's the last human thing that alcina is capable of doing she will give them to you.

You could feel it in your heart that you were drifting away from alcina..... that spark that you once felt.... that burning passion.... that burning love.... gone....

You didn't have any belongs at Carmen's but you walked with some of her stuff, like water, little protein bars, bud spray and a knife. You left her a note thanking her for her utmost compassion and kindness upon you before starting your very very long journey....

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[thenatallie]

This story is about Feyd and Margot go wild. Explicit smut, Nsfw, 18+. Sorry for any mistakes, English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy

Control

Feyd: What's in a box? Margot: Pain. Feyd: Face puzzled, mysterious smile on his pouty and perfectly shaped lips. He puts his hand in the box. Margot: Do not quit no matter what happens until i say so, it's very dangerous if you quit, my Lord...

Feyd could feel enormous pain while in his mind his hand burns to the bones. When pain became unbearable even to him, he started to laugh maniacally, showing shine of his black teeth, veins on his forhead enlarged. Margot: Enough. Now pull your hand out and look at it. He looks and his hand is perfectly normal, no pain and burns at all. "I assume I have passed your test", he said. Still kneeling, he wanted to get back where they were before, so he brings his lips even closer to hers. His eyes quickly shift from her lips to her eyes, gaze so full of pure desire. With a husky voice he asked: "So... You are here to honor my coming of age?" - "Yes, my Lord" she replied shyly, becoming aware that she suddendly blushed and tried to hide her eyes from him. Feyd: Than I want my birthday present. He breeds heavily, his warm breath on her lips. Margot's heart pounding harder and harder. She could expected this scenario, among some others. However, she could not forsee her reactions to that psychotic beast... There is a burning sensation in her lower stomach that aches for that kiss od his... "Just for my curiosity", she lies to herself. Feyd had never been with such a powerfull and misterious woman before, which added to his excitement. His lower member already ready for the battle, wanting to get out of the robes... Margot acts naively: "And what do you want for your birthday present? Tell me..." He replied with an ever lustful voice: "You... are special... You deserve a special treatment. And no more Bene Gesserit tricks from now on", he warned. Then he finally traces her lips with his own. They both breathing heavily into each other. He feels mesmerized, she pants and parts her lips. Satisfyed with her response, Feyd's kiss becomes feral. He bites her lower lip almost drawing blood. A sharp gasp leaves her mouth. She looks at him with desire, but being puzzled by his unpredictable behavior. His piercing gaze never left her eyes, while he deliberately slowly rises and starts to unbutton his robes. It lasts for eternity. She exhales in awe when finally sees his sculpture-like, poweful body... And his thick shaft! She was already wet for him, a natural response, she's trying to calm her conciousness, when he says: "Be still" and draws his knife, cutting and pulling down her beautiful dress and headscarf, leaving her half naked, so exposed to him. Feyd, licking his lips, pushes two fingers inside her aching core and she involuntarily arches her lower body part nearer to him, moaning loudly. In a matter of seconds, she finds herself pinned to the bed by Feyd's heavy body. He wildly kisses her again, wanting to savour her delicious taste and warmth, deepening the kiss as much as possible, harshly grabbing her hips, bare breasts, neck... Then slowly licks her hard nipples, going on to her whole sweaty and swollen breasts, up from cleavage to the neck. He stopped when his, now reddish lips, touched her already oversensitive ear, so she could feel uncontrolable desire of both of them. Harsh but soft voice that made her tremble: "Look at me when I fuck you." And there he is. With one swift motion, he is fully inside her. She gasps from pain at first, his huge, thick shaft stretching walls of her tight pussy. He looks fiercely, grins and licks his lips, eyes heavy and pupils so enlarged. She could feel the pain turns to a pleasure, very fast. Feyd Rautha's cock is inside her?? That disbilief strucks her like a lightning of pleasure, so she could feel her orgasm nearing. Feyd feels that... Her clenching around his cock, as he pumps harder in and out. Her legs are around him to try to dumpen that hard fucking. He feels he is about to cum together with her. He feels connected to her. Abruptly, he gives her a couple of hard deep thursts, his voice harsh of desire: "Margot, you are not using any witchery on me now?" - "I wouldn't dare, My Lord" - "Gooood... I like you so tamed...", his voice softens as he puts her one leg to his shoulder to intensify the feel even more.

The atmosphere in the room is absolutely magical. Seems like the time is slowed down. Sweet and thick air surrounds their wet bodies. The room echoes from loud lustful moans and sexiest growling ever, his lower body clashes onto her juicy buttocks... Her body movements are now completely out of control. She rubbs her clit on him wildly, eyes blackened and full of tears, barely can maintain eye contact with him. As her climax approaches again, he stops. Then again, he thursts into her core deeply. With each thurst, he whispers: "Say... my name" - "Feyd Rautha..." His eyes widen, a victorious smile on his full lips. "You like it when I fuck you", he stated nonchalantly. "What is on your mind, doll? Tell me." She manages to speak through moans: "Please Feyd Rautha, please don't stop!" Finally! She admits to herself that she just adores him like this, like uncontrolable horny beast with some gentle moments and lustful face expressions. Feyd, unable to control himself anymore, start to fuck her brutally hard. Her arms caress his stone-like muscles, then squeeze her breasts, fingers run through her hair. Her aching core and inner part of thighs start to burn. Feyd lets her cum. Her orgasm was strongest ever, she moans loudly and iregularly, almost like a wild animal. Feyd clenches his jaws and stares to Margot's face insanely. With one final thurst, his pulsating shaft sprouts it's ever so warm seed inside her dipping wet pussy. His dick still big inside her, he collapses on top of her, not yet pulling out. "You are mine now, Margot. You are my lover from now on, and shall have no other lovers. Visit me at least once a week", he ordered, breathing heavily. "Yes, Feyd Rautha...", she spoke before even thinking. Than she closes her eyes, saying in her mind "This will be challenging, but I need him to be controlled like this... And damn, I love it!" Feyd has just realized he was already totally into her. He lazily turns to her side, his possessive hand wraps around her soft waist. He just had the most strong woman he met under his control and she was more than willing... Still feeling sweetness and excitement of their hot encounter, Feyd takes Margot's lips into his own once more. "Rest now, my lover". Her wandering thoughts alowly fade, weaker than heaviness of her eyelids, and she falls asleep in his embrace.

[mint-yooxgi]

One more for you is Yandere Fallen Angel Jongho. Reign this one as you'd like!

The day Jongho had given you one of his feathers for protection had been one of the happiest of your entire life. He had been so happy, so eager to provide for you, that you could do nothing but accept. After all, it's not often an angel reveals themselves to you, let alone offers you a part of themselves.

You kept that feather on your dresser, proudly displayed to any and all that would walk inside. It's quite beautiful, too. The white contrasting with the darkness of the wood.

Jongho told you that whenever you should need him, no matter the reason, all you would have to do is stroke your finger lightly over the feather, and he would come running. You tested the theory a few night later, and he appeared within seconds, worry creasing his brows.

"I simply wanted to see if you had spoken true," you chuckle, the feeling of his hands shifting your body from side to side tickling you as he checked you over for injuries.

"My Dear, I would never lie to you."

The way he met your gaze had your breath hitching in your throat. The sincerity alone you saw shining within set your heart racing within.

Needless to say, you made sure to never let it out of your sight.

After that, you had only used it a few times. Though, unbeknownst to you, Jongho wished you would call him every day. He never wanted to leave your side, but his duties always prevailed, and he could not leave his post.

Until one night, when he did.

You had been having a rough day, and you simply needed someone to talk to. A simple touch of support; someone to take your mind off of things.

There was a small fear of bothering him with such things, but he told you that his feather - he - was for everything and anything.

That night, Jongho abandoned his duties in favour of staying with you. After all, you are far more important to him than sacred rituals he has never once missed before in his life.

As he watched you fall asleep in his arms, his bright white wings wrapping around you with the softest of plumage you have ever felt in your life, he realized something.

Jongho was in love with you. To him, you're worth everything in this universe, and so much more. Nothing could take you away from him. He would make sure of that for as long as he lived.

That feather of his, glowing brightly in the darkest of times, had been your absolute favourite thing. Hours would be spent simply holding the soft object by the base, twirling it lightly within your fingers without actually touching the vane.

So, when your brilliant gift, as pure white as snow turned into the deepest shade of black you had ever seen within your very hand, you screamed.

Jongho had appeared instantly before you, a look you have never seen before on his face. His wings were now a stark black behind him, and he seems to grimace in pain the second he took a step towards you.

Though, that's not what scared you the most.

The crazed look in his eyes, that intensity shining within unlike anything before, as if he had been threatened and needed to run - to escape - had you frozen to your spot.

You realize now that it was never his life he had been terrified for, but your own.

"Why are you doing this?" The tears you shed did nothing to deter him as he wrapped you in his arms. The way his black wings surrounded you, blocking out the light you had become so used to with him, had you trembling in his embrace.

"I am simple protecting the one who is most important to me," he breathed out, his heart beating erratically inside his chest. "That whom I love most."

The last thing you saw before he had taken you away was the gentle sight of black feathers falling to the ground.

[homerjacksons]

Fluffy February - @fluffyfebruary Day 10: Care Word count: 1,678 Fandom: Ripper Street Pairing: Homer Jackson/Edmund Reid AO3

THIS!! Is purely self-indulgent trash, pls enjoy

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It wasn’t the first time Jackson had ingested an unknown substance to learn what its effects were. In all honestly, it likely wouldn’t be the last. The problem was, this was the second time in recent history he’d done it somewhere he could be found, could be seen, instead of in the privacy of his own home with Susan for protection. Granted, the last two times, Susan wasn’t available to him, but still, it was a misstep on his behalf, he knew, to do this at work.

A cool hand pressed itself to his forehead, pushing his sweaty hair back from his face, and he groaned, leaning into the touch just a little, trying to get everything to stop spinning enough for him to focus on who it was that had found him this way.

“What have you done?” Reid’s familiar, gentle voice sounded near his ear.

“S’nothing,” he muttered, letting his head fall heavily back to the metal slab in front of him.

Reid sighed, and then Jackson heard the screech of a metal chair being dragged across tile, so loud it made his head pound, his skin crawl, his stomach churn,

“St’p’it,” he slurred, swallowing the thick feeling in his throat.

“What did you take?” Reid asked, resting his hand on the back of Jackson’s neck this time, thumb tracing a gentle pattern up and down the side of his neck. It felt nice. Distracting, but good. “Jackson?”

“Dunno,” he managed, gesturing vaguely in the direction of his work station where he’d been running tests and jotting down notes all day.

“You–” Reid started then sighed, and Jackson cracked an eye just to confirm Reid was pinching the bridge of his nose. He felt a laugh bubble up in his chest at that and he let it fall from his lips, though stopped abruptly when the harsh sound reached his ears, echoey and foreign in a way that would have scared him if he thought about it for too long. 

“You’re an idiot.”

“You’ve used that one before,” Jackson mused, forcing himself to sit up straight, though he immediately tilted towards Reid instead. He reached out, touching Reid’s nose with his forefinger before letting his head fall to the other man’s shoulder. “Find a new insult.”

“It is hardly my fault it’s the most appropriate.” Reid’s voice sounded surprisingly fond, and Jackson let it warm him somewhat.

He lost track of how long they sat there, his head on Reid’s shoulder, Reid’s arm draped about him, supporting far more of his weight than either of them would ever admit to, but eventually some of the fog in Jackson’s mind cleared, and a hint of embarrassment crept in at the realisation that he’d been found by Reid, of all people, the man whose opinion mattered most even if he would never admit that, either.

He lifted his head from Reid’s shoulder, clearing his throat as he made to stand, but the world tilted as he did so, grey creeping into the edges of his vision, rapidly turning to black, and the next thing he knew, Reid was looming over him, concern etched into his features, hands hovering as though he wasn’t quite sure what to do.

“Jackson, are you with me?”

“Yeah, Reid,” Jackson muttered, heat filling his face. “‘M fine, let me up.”

He pushed Reid’s hands away and slowly sat up, making sure his head was done spinning before he dragged himself to his feet, ignoring Reid’s proffered hand in favour of hauling himself up using the autopsy table in front of him.

“Let me get you home,” Reid said gently, hands still hovering, though he didn’t touch Jackson again. Whether Reid could sense his embarrassment or was simply uncertain, he didn’t know, but he was grateful nonetheless, even if a small part of him did long for Reid’s arms around him, to fall into that touch.

“I don’t need your help,” Jackson grit out, pushing through the nausea swirling in his gut to gather his things.

“Jackson–Homer,” Reid said through a sigh, and Jackson felt a twinge at the use of his first name. “Let me take care of you.”

A little of his resolve crumbled at those words, at the earnest longing in Reid’s voice. He wasn’t used to accepting help, wasn’t used to having someone else take care of him. He was always the one taking care of others, if anything–he was a doctor, after all. He wasn’t used to letting anyone close enough to see him weak or ill or anything less than his usual cocksure self (drunk didn’t count, drunk was a choice). But Reid had not only wormed his way into his bed, into his heart, but had begun to slot himself into his life in other ways, too, ways far more intimate than Jackson was prepared for no matter how much he simultaneously craved it.

He turned to Reid, prepared to tell him once more that he was fine, that he could make it home on his own, that he didn’t need Reid’s help, but he stopped short as his stomach churned uncomfortably, the world spinning again. He felt suddenly breathless, overcome with the anxiety that always struck him when he was certain he was going to be sick, and he leaned his weight back on the autopsy table behind him, taking a deep, measured breath.

He could feel Reid watching him as he swallowed convulsively against the saliva building in his mouth, could feel those eyes pinning him with concern as he fought a losing battle against the contents of his stomach. Just as Reid reached out, Jackson burst forward, pushing him aside, just making it to the basin before his stomach heaved and he retched, bringing up little more than bile and whiskey and hopefully whatever he’d ingested in the name of science.

He felt Reid’s arm come around his waist just before his knees gave out, his whole body trembling as his stomach tried to expel the poison from his system. He knew it wasn’t deadly, had ascertained that much from his testing, but he hadn’t quite expected his stomach to rebel this much. An oversight, one too late to rectify.

“Fuck,” he grit out before spitting, reluctantly leaning into Reid’s side.

He could feel sweat beading on his forehead, pooling at the base of his spine, soaking through his clothing at an embarrassing rate, but Reid seemed unperturbed, not put off in the slightest by any of it. He simply kept Jackson upright as he retched and heaved and the world spun around him.

Eventually, his stomach calmed and his breath came easier as his heart stopped slamming itself against his ribs, and he sighed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, making to pull away from Reid’s steady hold.

“Let me look after you, you infuriating man” Reid whispered against his ear, not letting him go, and Jackson gave into the exhaustion, gave into his desire to be held, to be loved, if only for a moment, and nodded, sagging back against Reid.

It was slow going this time, gathering their things, making their way outside to where a hansom had been hailed for them, but Reid was patient and Jackson was relieved beyond all measure to not find a hint of irritation in the other man’s gaze, in his words, in any of his gentle, careful actions.

The jostling of the carriage against the cobblestones made Jackson’s stomach roil again, and as though Reid had read his mind, could feel the panic rising in him again, he took Jackson’s hand in his, firm and steady and unashamed, as though it were perfectly normal for two men to be holding hands, and he let his head fall back against the upholstery, eyes fluttering closed, focussing on the feel of Reid’s warm hand in his own and the steady, measured in and out of his own breaths until, eventually, they came to a stop outside his home.

He was even slower getting out of the carriage and through his own front door, his limbs suddenly heavy and aching. Reid sat him down on the edge of the bed and began undressing him so carefully, so tenderly, that Jackson felt tears sting his eyes, but if Reid noticed, he didn’t comment. After what felt like an age and yet somehow not long enough, he was horizontal, and the relief was instant, his whole body relaxing as he sunk into the mattress beneath him.

Reid left, then, and Jackson wasn’t entirely sure how long he’d been gone before a cool, damp cloth was pressed to his forehead.

“Tell me how to help,” Reid whispered, fingers carding through Jackson’s hair tenderly.

Jackson didn’t know what to say. There was little Reid could do. He was sure he would sleep the effects of this off and be fit to write his findings down tomorrow, was sure he could have handled this entirely himself, if he were being honest. But he was also grateful he hadn’t had to. Embarrassed, sure, and terrified beyond belief at letting someone–letting Reid–in like this, but grateful nonetheless.

“Please,” Reid whispered, voice breaking a little, and Jackson cracked an eye to find Reid wide eyed and panicked, as though he were worried Jackson might die right in front of him.

“Just stay,” Jackson managed, reaching for Reid’s hand. “I’ll be fine once I’ve slept.”

There was a moments hesitation in which Jackson was sure Reid was going to leave, was going to deem Jackson’s request as too much, no matter the fact that they’d shared a bed previously. This was different and he knew it.

But then the bed dipped beside him as Reid lowered himself down onto the mattress, careful not to jostle Jackson or take up too much space, and Jackson couldn’t help himself. He scooted closer until he was tucked under Reid’s arm, warm and safe and secure, and he fell asleep to the feeling of Reid’s fingers in his hair and the sound of Reid’s steady, even breaths.

[raayllum]

The Light Doesn’t Actually Matter :: An Aaravos Adjacent S4 Meta

Gonna keep this short as I’m sleepy but I still wanted to talk about the less obvious subset of the show, specifically Aaravos’, light and darkness motif that’s been running through lowkey since S1 and now overtly in S4. Which is to say, as the title indicates, Why The Light Is Futile, or Why Aaravos Will Win No Matter what.

Almost befittingly because we’re already discussing a duality of light and dark, there are two sides as to what the Light represents and why it’s futile, in this way:

The Light has negative associations too

The Light cannot wholly prevail over Aaravos because we know he has to get out

So first things first, let’s talk about the light / white’s negative associations in dark magic (quick run down with minimal screencaps because again, I’m sleepy)

Dark mage’s hair turning white from use, shown most overtly with Claudia. While her black hair and largely black outfit highlights her association with dark magic (black eyes), it also represents her remaining ‘humanity’ with the white of her hair symbolizing her continued corruption. White for dark mages is nothing good

We see this reflected with Viren’s white eye (from little bug pal) and his black Dark magic eye when he’s in corruption form in S3, his white robe he now wears, etc.

A chess board having both black and white squares, with Aaravos as the clear chessmaster (regardless of what side everyone or anyone is on)

“We’ll let the Light decide her Fate” test for Amaya and Viren in S3 as a reflection of Khessa’s cruelty and a signifier of passing being whether you are “pure of heart” or not

Aaravos’ control giving Callum black and eventually white eyes

Aaravos’ glowing chrysalis cocoon and Viren’s glowing butterflies, Sir Sparklepuff’s white hair, etc.

Callum’s cube glowing from the moon opal on the Bridge of Darkness in 4x07 being what alerts the creatures to their presence, and indeed the design of the creatures themselves with an angler fish like light lure

Flaming hearts of cinder and glowing heart of the Magma Titan that led to everything in the first place

Callum’s 4x04 intro in which he is very much Aaravos’ pawn tethering the cube to that control explicitly, most evidently in a bright burst of light

Dawn is almost never being a good thing in TDP, bringing with it: the threat of Thunder and death of Sarai / the queens of Duren in 2x06; the fading Moon runes that cause Callum, Rayla, and Zym to nearly perish in lava in 2x09; Callum being possessed at dawn in 4x04 in the first place

Aaravos’ name itself meaning between “light and dark” and him being compared to Lucifer (morning star, “shining one / light bearer”) and Prometheus (foresight and fire bringer)

If you are interested in more examples / associations I’ll refer you to this post, but hopefully I’ve gotten the gist across already. Okay, so we’ve established, hopefully, that Aaravos has a handle over both the Light and the Dark, black and white. This makes sense, as S4 is largely about rejecting an “either or” way of thinking for one that embraces “and”. It’s not pain or love in your heart, it must be both; Janai doesn’t have to choose between her life with Amaya and her life as queen, she can have “two cakes”; Rayla returning is good and bad, making Callum happy and mad. 

But the show also doesn’t throw out Positive associations with light entirely out the window, either. This is best shown perhaps in how S4 picks up the thread of Rayla primarily being positioned as light (truth or transformation) to Callum’s general / emotional positions. This is most directly shown when she enters in 4x02 seconds after Callum says, “In darkness, gaze upon a fallen star” and I think the screencap of this particular moment says it all, really.

However, the show doesn’t leave it at that. Rayla is also there, conversing with Callum in 4x07 after he requests for her to kill him, stating, “What if I’m on a path of darkness?” Rayla tells him directly, then, he still has agency to find another way: “Then take a different path, dummy.” It throws this screencap into fuller context I think, with Rayla in the light ad the mirror in the darkness very much presenting two paths.

Their reunion scene just reaffirms this as Callum walks to the mirror in order to be able to not look at her, even while Rayla trails after him. And again, her advice causes him to try to at least throw the cube away in the lava in 4x07, even if he is fully unable to let go. 

But like we said, the Light doesn’t actually matter. It cannot steer him fully home. It cannot keep Aaravos from being freed. Even choosing the light - letting Rayla walk him back from the darkness - will ultimately lead to choosing Aaravos, however unintentionally, which is also why I think the Key is in her big fancy return shot. 

If the mirror represents the outright possession, rejecting that eventually will be easy enough. However, the cube is more complicated, and so are its associations, but it’s ultimately like Aaravos says: black or white, light or dark, control or freedom, whichever path you choose, they all lead to the same place:

Because we know they have to; we know that this story has already been written:

Elarion, dying husk, did wilt and whimper in the dark, 'till the last star Reached from afar His touch: a blaze, a gift, a spark. Elarion, searing white, Embraced the great one's night-black flame. And when she bowed, Her faith avowed, He whispered, "Aaravos", his name. Elarion, black-eyed child, her twisted roots spread deep and far, The humans' might sparked by the light of Aaravos, her midnight star

[rattyshipss]

Flash Thompson with an artistic s/o headcanons:

Gn reader

First off I don't care how clique it is MF IS LETTING YOU USE HIM AS YOUR MUSE 200% OF THE TIME OH MY GOD HE'D BE SO HONORED

Like you chose him to include in your art, your perfect amazing gorgeous art, him

He'd be so cocky about it to like imagine him bragging to everybody showing off your works of him

He can't believe you'd choose him

He absolutely loves and shows off every. single. one. of your works

It doesn't matter what it is, what medium, what it's of, the colors, if it's black and white, he loves it

And he'd gonna make sure you know it's not just because he's your boyfriend, your art is amazing and he's gonna make sure you're aware

Imagine painting on his backkk

Him laying there in complete bliss while you paint the brushstrokes along his back turning his already beautiful back into a beautiful scene, he'd never want to wash it off

He's buying you every single bit of the best most high-end expensive art supplies, art/artwork booklets, and museum passes, he can find

He could sit there for hours and let you explain Greek mythology to him, whether he knows much about it or not he's love for you to tell him every detail and all your favorite facts

SO many museum dates omg he'd try to act be so fancy and formal and talk like he knows the meaning behind every art piece

Rich boy would say something like "I'm in my element😌"

You'd be staring at the artwork and he'd be staring at you

He loves seeing how excited you get about the exhibits

Corny lines about how "You're the most perfect piece of art he's ever seen"

Would absolutely get your artwork tattood on his body asap

Some form of you or your artwork is always his phone wallpaper

Imagine getting all messy from painting or something and Flash finding you covered in paint and watching you adoringly before helping you clean yourself up

If anybody says anything bad about your art bad lies Flash is on their ass immediately, doesn't matter if it's a light hearted joke about your art looking like some innuendo or an actual targeted insult he's not gonna let it slide

The look of pure shock on his face if you ever say anything bad about your own art omg

Mans wouldn't believe his ears

He could spend forever telling you how perfect your art is and he won't stop until you're convinced

Him letting you draw on his hands and arms, especially when you need to jot down new ideas before you forget or to test them out

Drawing him stupid memes

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@lxsm2 Thank you so much for this request I had a lot of fun writing it and I hope you like it!🥰 I'm still working on the other requests also this is just the first one that ideas popped out in my head for💖

[smol-tired-binch-blog]

Smol's Demonverse: How The Hell Does Hell Work?

Hello, this is the post with my outline of different demon types in my Demonverse plus a basic idea on how Hell works! Now admittedly, it may not be the most original or polished thing; this is basically my playground where I plonk any OC designs that aren't fandom related or connected to my Big Project/any potential projects in the future. Edits may be made, but for now, this is the basic gist of it. Should also give you an idea for what I mean when I talk about Viceroys and stuff in my OC ref sheets! It's going under a read more because fuck me there's a lot to get through. Enjoy <3

How The Hell Does Hell Work?

Hell is where sinners go when they die. That much is obvious. But what constitutes a “sinner”? There’s a surprising amount of wiggle room in terms of how much ‘sin’ someone can commit and still go to Heaven. It’s a matter of a) intention, and b) consequence. How much malice is behind an action and how large the impact of the action all adds up in the end. So, say someone found the cure for syphilis and pancreatic cancer, should be a one way ticket to Heaven, right? However, if they found these cures whilst trying to find a way to eradicate autism and gay people or then patented their treatments to sell them at extortionate prices, then you’re headed Down There. Similarly, someone who ends up poisoning a bunch of children because they, say, tried to make some delicious cakes and sweets for the kids and had no idea that a certain ingredient was toxic or something the kids were allergic to, and felt genuine remorse for their actions, it’s not actually a guaranteed trip to Hell (although those consequences must be paid for. Maybe some Celestial Community Service).

Even then, there’s some confusion. If Hell is meant to punish sinners, then does that make demons good? Again, not so simple. Lest we forget, temptation is a big part of things. It’s easy to be good if the option to be bad has simply never presented itself in your life, so a true test of character is to be presented with the sinful option, and see how one handles it. Again, does this make the demon offering temptation a good person who wants to aid in your personal growth? Not necessarily. 

There are several types of residents in Hell, which can be classified as follows:

Sinners

Sinners are people from Earth who have died and gone to Hell. Mortal souls. When one arrives in Hell, most tend to experience some change in their appearance, influenced by their life, their reason for being here, and their beliefs. One thing that always happens for some reason, is that they end up with three fingers as opposed to the normal four. No one is entirely sure why this happens. Other changes often involve skin changing to pure white, black, or some other colour, changes in eye and hair colour, as well as hair length. Some people gain wings, tails, horns are also incredibly common but a rare few end up without. Some gain more animalistic qualities such as claws, fangs, tails, animal legs, even full anthropomorphisation. 

When a Sinner arrives in Hell, they are often brought to a Higher Demon and assigned living space. Life in Hell is similar to life on Earth, in that there are cities and towns full of businesses and restaurants and the like, but everything is run by the worst people humanity has witnessed. It’s a tough life to be certain, made even worse by the assigned torture. The Boss quite quickly figured out that torture is much more effective when the victims are given a break. So, a schedule is laid out; sinners are allowed time to settle into their new life, until at some point another demon will come and collect them for a certain amount of torturing, before being let go, and the process repeats itself. Some of the Higher Ups have found that they needn’t bother torturing everyone, as it turns out a lot of Sinners will gladly hurt each other for free. However, nothing quite beats a paid professional, and so, certain Sinners are offered official work in Hell, either paperwork and classification, or torture, or temptation.

They’ve also been placed into different Districts, usually based around their main Sin/crime, although there can be some overlap as people are rarely guilty of just one Sin. Another method, therefore, is to place them in a neighbourhood surrounded by fellow Sinners, say, those who mostly committed Greed, but then a professional from the Lust district will come collect them for torture at some point. Honestly, just living another life surrounded by reminders of yourself is hell enough for some.

Embodiments/Overlords

Embodiments are Hell-born demons or spirits that were incarnated as mortals to become the embodiment of a certain sin. These are the ones who get to run their own little areas in their Districts, similar to a crime family (except for Narcolep, he has others do it for him). They don’t run the entire area, they report to Higher Ups, but they hold a lot of power over the lower demons. Funnily enough, in the Lust District, more Succubi, aka Tempters, are Overlords than Embodiments (I guess people respond better to a sexy demon than a slobbering incel who’s never seen a tit that wasn’t from anime)

Tempters

Tempters are often Hell-born demons whose purpose is to tempt mortals into sin and see if they can bring them over to the Dark Side, but mortal souls can also apply for such a role. They’re similar to Embodiments as chances are, they indulged in a particular Sin so much that they’d love to do it as their job. These have their own subroles, the most well-known being Succubi/Incubi and Dealmakers.

Succubi

Followers of Lust, these Hellborn demons rely on either being summoned to Earth by mortals messing with dark magic for a quick lay, or make their way to Earth to tempt mortals personally, getting them to sign over the soul in exchange for carnal pleasure. The latter is more challenging but therefore sometimes seen as more ‘fun’. The most powerful Succubus is known as Demistress, with her six daughters destined to follow in her steps. Succubi feed upon the carnal energy of their claims, but when it’s time to collect the soul, it’s either a matter of the mortal dying naturally or having agreed upon a certain timeframe for their soul to be collected, at which point, the soul descends to Hell, and the Succubus who claimed it has personal control/say over it. This often amounts to being the one to torture their claim, or continue their carnal relationship in Hell. Many Succubi and Incubi have gotten themselves some nice little harems from this.

Dealmakers

These demons have the qualifications to go to Earth and forge contracts with mortals and claim a soul for their District. They’re often independent contractors, and set up shop on Earth rather than residing in Hell, though some don’t mind the commute. They’re often known as Crossroads Demons, but can decide their base of operations for themselves, so long as they report to their Viceroy or Overlord. They often vary in power levels, with former mortal souls starting out naturally weaker than Hellborn Dealmakers, but build their way up by claiming and punishing souls (and making some deals with demons more powerful than themselves).

Summonables

These are demons who have a licence to respond to summons from humans. They tend to pay a fee to trademark their own sigil/ritual which can then be published in books by professionals. Summonables tend to have specialised in a type of magic to fill their own niche gaps in the markets. Many Succubi are unsurprisingly Summonables.

Haunters

These are what you likely think of when you hear the word ‘demon’. Hellborn creatures more beast-like than other Hellborns, they do not want to punish the truly evil or lure people into temptation out of spite or fun, they’re much simpler than that; they are evil. They’re bound by certain rules like all demons, but for the most part, these are the monsters mortals tell stories about. Creatures that simply want to kill and maim because they want to kill and maim, they tend not to even care where their murdered souls end up or even having control over them. Mischievous, cruel, and bloodthirsty, other demons prefer to keep their distance, and the Haunters are fine with this.

Tormentors

These are the demons who are tasked with torturing Sinners. Either Hell-born or hired Sinners who torment others to avoid it happening to themselves, and are often also Dealmakers or Succubi. They are given a select number of souls they are tasked with punishing to meet a quota. Honestly, it’s half torture but also half paperwork describing how/why they’ve punished a soul a certain way. These are smaller in number and often directly serve Overlords and Viceroys, and are therefore some of the most feared demons in Hell. In terms of political power however, they rank quite lowly, as they are pretty much thugs and secretaries.

The Viceroys

These are the Higher Ups who carry out the orders and wishes of the Deadly Sins. They allow the Overlords their territories within their own, truly ruling their District Sections. They keep the denizens of Hell in line, therefore hold the most power behind the Sins and Lucifer himself. The Viceroys are a mix of demons who want to build up their District populations and those who want humans to stop sinning and see those down in Hell as truly deserving of punishment. This can lead to disputes amongst themselves and their Overlords, although the most common point of contention is whose boss has more claim over a soul (as in, what was their main sin)

The Gula Five

The most powerful of the Viceroys. The five forms of Gluttony with the most control over their District, all of them working together better than the other Viceroys, although they do get along with a fair few of them as well as the Sins themselves.

[reading-wanderer]

A Compendium of Magical Artifacts

Chapter 2: The Chaos Wand

Prompt: Chaos

AO3 Link

Trigger Warnings: blood mentions

[You flip through the first couple pages, but there doesn’t seem to be a table of contents or even any kind or organization at all. The pages switch randomly between very new looking and very old. Most are in black pen, but there’s also blue and, rarely, red or pink. Since there’s no rhyme or reason to the order, you don’t bother to start at the begining and instead flip through the pages until something catches your attention— it is a compendium after all so there’s no reason Not to look for the most interesting thing first. And speaking of most interesting, you find one of the pages around the middle absolutely covered in notes with one of those little sticky tabs attached to the top— specifically the one that says “don't try to find again”. The majority of the page is written in black ink, but there’s a few spots where things have apparently been added after the original text in blue.]

Name: The Chaos Wand; The Wand of Many Effects; [The last name on the list is blue, shoved into the small area between the other names and description, and crossed out, but you can still make out what it says] The piece of shit that turned me blue

Description: The item looks like a piece of gnarled wood carved into the vague shape of a wand. The grip is only slightly more smooth than the rest. On closer examination of the shaft of the wand, there appears to be small symbols carved into every inch. Each symbol lights up slightly when pressed against organic matter such as skin, hair, blood and ectoplasm. It does not appear to react to inanimate objects such as tweezers or glass rods.

Known Abilities: The wand is said to create random effects every time it’s used. Some notable effects that were recorded by other users include: the destruction of everything in a five foot radius sphere around the caster, turning several miles of desert into an ocean for three days, and the creation of small ectoplasm-based creatures that look like elongated Furbys.

Location: [The first location is crossed out, but you can still make it out easily. The second is squished in the remaining space between the first one and the notes.] In my possession. Last seen in the mouth of what appears to be an unholy mix between a crocodile and a horse as the creature ran into the Infinite Realms [Infinite Realms? You haven’t hear of that before. Is it some kind of shop or something?].

Notes: Testing was performed in a laboratory setting with everything cleared out for a five foot radius around the testing area. Sensors and cameras were placed in order to get a record of the effects as some could be unnoticeable to the eye or dissipate too quickly for detailed inspection during the test.

Test 1: Time is 12:47 on [Despite everything else being perfectly legible, it looks like someone shoved their thumb into the ink of the date while it was wet and made it unreadable beyond the number 16 in the front.] . After an initial examination of the wand and writing down the initial observations, I moved to the middle of the room and waved the wand while pushing energy into it. The wand produced a thick yellow-brown smoke that immediately caused blisters to form. Going intangible prevented further injury and classified the gas as something purely earthen in nature.

I have identified the gas as Sulfur Mustard Gas— military grade. The majority of what the wand produced dissipated into the surrounding air after five minutes and the lingering scent disappeared abruptly after ten. Unfortunately, the blisters didn’t disappear as well and were left to heal on their own. It appears that, while the direct effects of the wand can end after a certain duration, the consequences remain very real. Something to keep in mind.

Test 2: Time is 1:37 on same day. The blisters have finally healed, so I have decided to test the wand once more. The information I’ve gathered has indicated that the wand never does the same effect twice in a row, so no extra measures have been put into place. This time when I used the wand, a blob ghost appeared floating in the room not two feet from me. It was rather small and too weak to give off much of an ectosignature. As these are rather skittish creatures, I was unsurprised when it attempted to flee. Fortunately, the ghost containment shield was already active just in case of such an event. It bounced off the ceiling several times over while I watched. Unfortunately, when I looked away, the creature somehow managed to escape my sight. I am unsure if it managed to find a new hiding place or if it was transported back where it came from. [Theres another, smaller note in the margins next to the paragraph in blue, “I never did manage to find that blob.”]

Test 3: Time is 1:52 on the same day. Unfortunately I misjudged the range of the wand and one of the scanners I was working on got turned into an oversized egg. The egg is much bigger than any I’ve ever seen before and seems to have a more leathery shell than what one would expect from a bird’s egg. The shape is elongated and without a more rounded side. Perhaps it’s the egg of some kind of reptile? I will monitor the egg until it either returns back into my scanner or hatches. A flashlight behind the egg revealed that there is, in fact, something growing inside. No more tests for today, or at least not until I see the outcome of the egg.

[There’s a larger gap between this paragraph and the next than there was between the ones above. The writing is also sharper in the beginning before smoothing out as it goes.]

It took three days for the egg to turn back into my scanner. Unfortunately I had foolishly decided that after the first 24 hours that the egg was likely to be permanent and had placed it into an incubator. Both the incubator and the sensor are now damaged from the egg reverting back to its original form.

Given that the test on an item seemed to produce more interesting results, I pulled an ivy from the garden and placed it in a pot in order to test the wand on a living thing. The results were fascinating to say the least. The plant grew several times its size, even producing flowers that then wilted away and grew again four to five times in succession before the plant finally started going brown at the edges fading in until the entire plant was dead. Then, from the wilted stem of the plant, a ghostly version sprang into being. It is rather small and not affected by the accelerated growth of the living plant (see further description in the ghost plant compendium). I am unsure if the ghost plant is a continuation of the wand’s effects or a result of them. Thankfully, I have a greenhouse full of ghostly plants with various needs. I should be able to find a spot for it. [There was a greenhouse? You hadn’t seen it on your way in, but to be fair, you hadn’t spent much time exploring the wild field that surrounded the castle.]

After placing the flower in it’s new home I found it had a rather fascinating ability. When looked at directly, the plant appears to be a fully living, if ghostly, ivy, but, if looked at through a camera, it looks like the original dead plant. The actual wilted corpse was, of course, removed when I placed the ghost ivy in my greenhouse. Perhaps it’s suppose to be some kind of camouflaging effect? Or perhaps a ghost attractant? More data needed on what causes each form to appear. It seems likely that the plant is a result rather than a continuation of the wand’s effects. Unfortunately, if the last test was any indication, I may need to wait multiple days to get confirmation.

I next used the wand outside in the field behind my home. I was interested if there might be some other kind of targeted effect if I moved into a different area.

There was a farting sound in the distance. No other effects were observable. Similarly, the next use did not appear to create an identifiable effect until I went back inside and found that my skin had been turned a bright blue. It does not wash off. Tissue removed grows back blue as well.

Given that the previous two uses caused effects that could not be immediately identified, I returned to my lab and the sensors. Unfortunately, the next use was much more dramatic than the previous two.

The wand produced what appeared to be a large reptilian creature reminiscent of an alligator or crocodile. It was as large as a horse and, similarly, had its legs positioned beneath its body— likely for increased terrestrial locomotion. The creature, upon forming in front of me, grabbed the wand from my hand, narrowly missing taking a few fingers with it, and ran into my portal to the Infinite Realms.

[The rest of the text on the page is in blue ink.]

It’s been three months. I don’t think the blue is going away. The ghost plant is still around and has taken over a third of my greenhouse. It keeps eating the other plants as it grows and is very annoying to prune back. There doesn’t appear to be any others of the plant in the areas of the realms I’ve explored, so it may be unique. Unfortunately it also seems to have consumed the book I recorded my observations in.

[You’re starting to think that the author was either writing this as some kind of writing practice or not totally human. You’ve heard of ghosts before, of course, but you didn’t think they were actually real. Maybe the author was just insane— that’s always an option. Given the fact that they, for some reason, bound their book completely out of order, it wasn’t out of the question.]

[random-content-from-4by22]

jatchet shippers, come get yo food

(vampire Jak, here we go. Be warned, there might be a lil bit of spicy stuff. Enjoy)

"what's it like?" 

"Hm?" Jak asked, looking over at Ratchet, who was right beside him. His face barely illuminated by in the small candlelight. Ratchet rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes looking away from Jak's.

"The whole...staring thing, that your able to do...what's it like? Do people really lose sense of, I don't know, everything?" The lombax asked.

Jak thought for a moment, the rain outside calming, before taking a deep breath. "Yes, those who's eyes I stare into do lose sense of everything, but that's not all a vampire glance can do. It can make the person's head feel light, lost in the moment, like a good moment that you forget when you try to grasp it but the feeling remains. It also leaves room for...well..." Jak ran his hand through his hair, exhaling as he tried to think of the right words. "It leaves room for a vampire to plant a feeling of pure bliss, ecstasy, even, in their victims as they feed on them." 

Ratchet nodded. And then there was silence. Nothing but the sound of rain on the roof, the light of the candle, and the warmth the blankets brought tonight. Ratchet looked over at his partner again, a hand on Jak's. "Do you think...we could do it?" 

Jak was shocked by this. Why? Why would Ratchet ask this?

Ratchet sighed. "Jak, you haven't fed on anything for two days. You keep trying to avoid me when the hunger kicks in. I...I just want to help." He said honestly.

Jak wasn't sure how to respond. He didn't want to hurt him. Truly. But the need had been overwhelming and if he didn't get it out soon it would consume him.

"I...don't want to hurt you." Jak whispered, tears threatening to surface. Ratchet cupped Jak's face and placed a gently kiss on his forehead. "Hey, I know...I know you don't. But I also know you won't." Ratchet whispered with confidence.

Jak chuckled. Placing a hand under the lombax's chin, gently making him look at him. "You sure do have a lot of confidence I won't suck you dry, Babe."  Ratchet laughed. "Yes. I sure do...so...what happens now?" Jak smiled, "let's do a little test..." He said, making Ratchet stare into his emerald eyes. "Shall we?"

 Ratchet felt his face heat up, his mind already getting lost in his partners gaze. 'I feel...so light.' Ratchet thought, as Jak slowly inched closer, Ratchet doing the same as the hypnosis started taking effect. 'My vision is going black...it feels like...my body has turned numb...everything seems so calm...and quiet...I feel so relaxed...' God, he could barely think, only stare into his partners eyes as they kissed.

He loved him so much it ached. He loved the way Jak held onto him when he came down off the high, the way he held him close at night whenever he went home. And god he had never wanted more than this.

And suddenly it wasn't a dream. They were kissing and holding each other tightly.

Soon, they had parted and Ratchet could already feel Jak's warm breath on his neck as he moved and held him. Everything touch feeling like a small bolt of lightning.

And then Jak bit down. Fangs sinking into Ratchet's flesh. It didn't hurt. A small pain at the start that soon evaporated into something more. More pleasurable. More wonderful.

It felt as though it lasted forever, as though nothing could ever be better than what just happened.

The lombax felt his eyelids flutter, small gasps and squeaks escaping him as Jak drank his blood. The sensation felt amazing. As though his entire body just melted, his muscles relaxing and becoming soft. He felt weak all over, his legs unable to hold himself up anymore, as every part of him seemed to become heavy, as his mind felt foggy. All thoughts were forgotten. Just the feeling of Jak's lips around his neck, feeding off of him, the taste of his blood.

Everything felt like it was going away, as though nothing else mattered, and in that moment all that mattered was Jak.

Jak felt Ratchet shiver beneath him as he felt his body go limp, his own heart beating so fast, as though it wouldn' t survive without his love. So many feelings and so many urges.

And Jak did not want to let go. He wanted to savor this moment. He wanted to remember it for eternity. He wanted to remember all these emotions until he died.

As his mouth pulled back from the lombax's neck, he saw the other's eyes flutter open, and then shut. A smile pulling at his lips. "That was...amazing."Jak grinned. "Yeah," he said softly, before pressing another kiss to Ratchet's skin, before lowering the lombax onto the mattress underneath him, still holding him. "Come on, sleep now." He muttered as he lay down next to the other.

Ratchet stared into his partner's eyes, feeling the effects of the thirst, and then closed his eyes, falling asleep quickly.

"I love you." The lombax had whispered.

 Jak stared at his sleeping love in his arms. He was so peaceful, so at ease. Jak wanted to stay like that with him forever. Forever with him. Forever in love with him. Forever together. Jak leaned forward and planted a kiss against the lombax's cheek, whispering one final time, "I love you too."

[hitorinorin]

warnings: major character death (cancer is a bitch), reader uses she/her pronouns, purely angst (if you hate open endings, this story is not for you)

💌: my first non-rin fic everybody REJOICE! i missed gojo's annoying ass so i decided to take matters into my own hands and write gojo angst... i love gojo i swear... will probably delete if this flops because i'm an insecure (insert bad word)

“Hey Satoru! Let’s go stargazing. I heard that a shooting star would be visible today. I was hoping to catch a glimpse of it…”

My wife had always been a fan of the night sky. Whenever she gets the chance to stargaze, she grabs it with little to no hesitation. Her obsession with the constellations was one of the things I always admired her for. The way the sparkling stars seemingly reflect on her eyes whenever she talks about the things she likes, the way her smile acts like a black hole that pulls you in, the way everything about her is enough to create a whole new universe— Y/N, to say the least, was the moon that provided luminosity to my darkened world. Even in the midst of life's chaos and uncertainties, she found solace in the quiet expanse of the night sky. I remember countless nights spent with her, wrapped in blankets, our fingers tracing the celestial patterns above.

There was one thing my perfect Y/N was insecure about though— it was her cancer. The disease that was eating her life away. We found out about her cancer two years ago when routine check-ups turned into a series of alarming medical discoveries. It started with subtle signs—unexplained fatigue, an unexpected weight loss, and persistent, nagging pain that refused to be dismissed.

Y/N, always the optimist, initially brushed off these symptoms as the ordinary challenges of a hectic life. Yet, as the discomfort persisted, we both knew we couldn't ignore it any longer. Reluctantly, she agreed to consult with doctors, hoping for a quick resolution to what we assumed might be a passing ailment.

The first doctor's visit led to a battery of tests—blood work, scans, and biopsies. Each result was like a sentence in a suspenseful novel, unveiling a plot neither of us had anticipated. The diagnosis came with a heavy weight—the word "cancer" echoed in the sterile walls of the doctor's office, shattering our whole existence.

In that moment, Y/N's perfect world crumbled. The night sky, once a source of solace, seemed distant and indifferent. The constellations that once brought joy now hung in the balance of uncertainty. It was a cosmic irony that someone who cherished life so fully was now faced with a threat that sought to steal it away.

From that point on, our lives became a series of hospital visits, treatment plans, and emotional roller coasters but our hobby of stargazing has never really gone away. As the treatments were slowly taking a toll on her mental health, my beloved still found solace in the darkness of the night sky. The night sky, although temporarily dimmed by the challenges we faced, remained a constant, casting a soft glow on our weary hearts, reminding us that amidst the trials, some things endure.

Now as I sit on a hospital chair, holding my partner's wired hands, we wait for the shooting star to come by and give my wife a moment of celestial serenity amidst the sterile confines of the medical facility. The rhythmic beeping of machines and the antiseptic scent of the hospital faded into the background as we focused on the night sky beyond the window.

In that quiet moment, with the shooting star making its presence known, I find myself silently wishing, 'I wish for her sickness to go away.' Though I never believed in the power of wishes, I, for once, gather the courage to do the things that I accepted to be total bullshit. 

For Y/N, I was willing to do everything. And we did try everything. Every treatment, every hospital in the country, every doctor— the least they could do was numb the pain. Within those two years, the stars in her eyes began to dim. They lost their usual shimmer. Y/N stopped talking about the things she liked. Her once boundless energy was starting to reach its lowest. My beloved who was always the strongest of the two of us, for once, wanted to give up. 

And I allowed her to do so.

Not all stars can contain their glow; even the universe would one day come to an end. If she chooses to give up, who was I to stop her? In the depths of my soul, I battled with a selfish desire to cling desperately to the person I cherished, to deny her the choice of surrendering to the pain. But as I looked into her eyes, clouded with the heaviness of suffering, I couldn't muster the selfishness to keep her from the peace she sought. In those moments, love meant releasing her from the grasp of agony, even if it meant letting go of a future we once dreamt of together.

Months after she passed away, I stand alone under the night sky, continuing the tradition she cherished so much. Looking at the sky has become my way of connecting with her as if she’s still there, and it always works. The star I dedicated to her always stood out to me. Whenever I'm at my lowest, its radiant glow sends a silent message that in the darkest of nights, stars always shine the brightest.

As I gazed at a shooting star falling from the sky, I made one last wish. ‘Please take me to where she is,’

© hitorinorin | do not plagiarize or repost

[ofgeneticperfection]

Lonliness. The deafening silence of the manor she ran off to hide in after the events of meteorfall and the fall of ShinRa. Her entire life had been turned upside down that night. She had lost the high technologies of the labs, the pristine building that she thrived in. She had lost her place on the chess board. She had been targeted at the same time to prevent her from being near Hojo and it had resulted in the death of the Black King she had spent her life protecting. Her greatest failure. To lose the man she could both hate and be comforted by at the same time. The only constant in her twisted life. To not hear the words of praise, that she was his perfection again.

For the past few years she drowned in that misery as she fought off the Geostigma that nearly destroyed her. Yet her cells had mutated to eradicate that as well. No matter how much she fell she always pulled through. For months she had been plagued by his spectre, was it real? Or guilt she had not yet managed to bring him back. She had stored his conciousness that night on a usb, the program she had worked on most of her time at ShinRa and he had enough faith in her to actually do it.

She had thought for moment perhaps she could finally be free, but she never could quite let go. There were many out there who wanted any ties to Hojo dead, especially her. All she had in the end was him. So she hid away, pretending to be dead as she continued to work on her Project. it took time but what she could salvage between equiptment in the manor and the help of her guards had reconstructed a younger body, a stronger one.

After those few years she had managed to pull herself back together. The Queen had risen once again. The only Project that had never ran. The only to remain loyal and now she needed him to help her conquer a new era. A technilogical one. To rise again in an even grander comapny. But it would all be one...step...at...a...time.

With the data she had adapted strange programs to acquire and the memory of him she held strong inside her she had finally downloaded into this new vessel that she had even dressed in his old likeness. But of course he wouldn't be caught dead without a lab coat.

"I was your greatest project....now...you will be mine." Her eyes glow in the vibrant digital blue lights of the surrounding monitors as the date completes. He had saved her life once, if not to use it. Now she his. A life for a life. It was always her puropse. She was painted with pure determination as she watches...and waits....and when he had not yet awkaken turned to leave the room in frustration.

Why didn't it work? It had to have. She went to fix herself some tea, not yet subbmitting to failure or defeat. She would figure this out. When she turns that tea she held shatters into pieces upon the floor as she seems him standing in the doorway and not just as a haunting spectre. She was captivated in disbelief, in awe, in a flood of all emotion good and bad. Everything all at once.

"..Professor?" She could hardly get the word to leave in a whisper from her lips. Did he retain memory? Was he finally here? Was she finally no longer, alone? Did she once again...succeed. She takes a step closer, a small knit in her brow. "Do you...remember me?" She tests while she tries to contain that welling elation within. Would she be perfect once again?

@pursuitofscience