alchemicat

[dark-fics-4-you]

In the Night

dark!Ghostface!stepbro!Rafe x f!Reader w a side of JJ x Reader

READ ENTIRE WARNING BEFORE PROCEEDING

Warnings: noncon (rape), incest (step siblings), murder, major character death, p in v smut, lowkey yandere themes, knife kink, blood kink, unprotected sex, creampie, Rafe is very obsessed with his little step sister (everyone is 18+)

You cowered behind the car, trying to quiet your shivering sobs. Your mind was racing, barely able to hold onto any thought other than the ghastly scene you had just been forced into.

For months, a masked killer had been terrorizing Kildare and tonight you came face to face with him.

Only to realize that you had been living with him for half of your life.

For the most part, it had been a night like any other, JJ had taken you out on a little dinner date before bringing you back to his house.

You had been dating for several months at this point, a fact that your stepfather, Ward, begrudgingly accepted, but your stepbrother seemed to harbor more resentment towards him than any of the other Pogues.

Just before you had left, Rafe had gotten into yet another argument with you about him, although he had never been so aggressive with you about it before.

“He’s not good enough for you, Y/N! You know he’s just going to get you into trouble.” Your older step brother scolded you.

“Maybe he’d stay out of trouble if you and your gang didn’t bring it to him all the time,” you sniped back, pushing past him to get to the door.

You were interrupted when his hand clamped down hard around your arm just above your elbow, stopping you in your tracks.

“Are you seriously trying to walk away from me right now?” Rafe growled as he turned to you, his hold still tight on your arm.

“Yeah, I am, JJ is out front waiting for me. Now let go of me, Rafe.”

He stared down at you, a familiar yet unrecognizable glint in his blue eyes. He scanned your face for a moment, tension heavy in the air, before finally reluctantly releasing your arm with a huff.

“Just uh… stay safe, okay, Y/N? You know how dangerous it’s been recently.” You could have sworn you saw a small smirk on his face before you turned to exit.

When you and JJ got back to his place after dinner, the two of you had just gotten out of the car when you heard him yell.

You turned to see a large figure wearing the same ghost face mask you had seen all over the news holding your boyfriend at knifepoint, the blade pressed into his throat.

JJ struggled against him for a moment, but he flinched when the man dug the sharp metal in just a bit.

“Stop fighting, or she dies next.” The man hissed, his familiar voice stopping you in your tracks as you raced around the car to them.

You were several feet away from them but too petrified to move.

“Stop!” You cried out, tears burning at your eyes. You felt terrified and helpless, unable to take your gaze off of your boyfriend.

The masked man ignored you, continuing to speak to JJ, “you don’t deserve Y/N, you know? She’s too good to be with a filthy Pogue like you.”

His words washed over you like a bucket of cold water as you finally recognized his voice and you wanted to be sick.

Your lips parted to beg with him, don't do this, please, don't hurt him don't hurt him!

At the flinch of his wrist, it was too late. You knew it. The blade glinted as it slid across JJ's neck, and you finally found your voice as a cascade of crimson followed its arc and JJ fell to ground.

You screamed as you felt the air get knocked out of your lungs. You wanted to collapse, and you probably would have if not for the sound of the killer’s horribly recognizable laughter drawing closer.

In the darkness, you turned, stumbling to the ground painfully before picking yourself up again and running before crouching behind the car JJ had been fixing up.

The chilly autumn air made you shiver and your vision was blurred by your tears.

You still hadn’t gotten over your shock when you heard your name being called.

“Y/N,” he taunted, voice getting closer with each step.

Your heart was thundering in your ears so loudly you were scared he could hear it.

“Just come out now and I promise, I won’t hurt you.” He was on the other side of the car now and you felt your stomach clench in terror.

Your eyes widened when he walked around the car, easily spotting you crouched near the back door.

When he ran towards you, you opened the back car door, blocking him momentarily as you climbed in, planning to slide across and run out the other side.

Your fingertips reached for the door handle, but large hand gripped your legs, pulling you back towards him. Flipping onto your back, you tried to kick him off, desperately scratching at his arms with your your nails at the same time.

The man pinned you beneath him, cackling at your pathetic attempts to fight back. In your panic, you grabbed at his face, pulling his mask off at the same moment his bloodied knife came to your throat.

You froze beneath him, staring up into your step brother’s eyes in shock and horror.

“Rafe?” You whispered, tears spilling past your lashes. “Why?”

A sickening grin spread across his lips as he leered above you. “Didn’t I always tell you, sweetheart? JJ isn’t good enough for you. He didn’t know you like I do.”

His free hand came to your cheek, stroking it lovingly and accidentally smearing JJ’s blood across your skin.

“Stop it!” You whimpered, nausea bubbling up in your gut as the coppery scent hit your nostrils. “You’re insane!”

Rafe’s eyebrows furrowed at that, anger darkening his eyes. He drew so close you could feel his breath against your skin, “I’m just trying to protect you-”

“Protect me?!” You hissed, tears streaming down your cheeks now.

Rafe’s nose twitched, frustration written all over his face.

“You don’t get it,” he mumbled, eyes leaving your face and trailing down your chest. “But I’ll show you.”

Rafe removed the large blade from your throat, grabbing the bottom of your shirt before slicing it down the middle.

You whimpered beneath him, trying to cover yourself up, but his knife found your throat again, pressing down slightly.

“Don’t make me hurt you too,” he threatened, his low voice making your stomach twist.

His pupils were blown wide as he took you in.

“No bra?” He grinned wickedly, “guess my lil sis is more of a slut than I expected.”

“Rafe,” you pleaded, voice breaking through your tears as you looked up at him. “Please, I’m scared.”

He groaned at that, pressing closer and you shuddered at the feel of him growing harder against you. You squirmed when his large hand cupped over your tit, squeezing your nipple between two fingers and drawing a whine from your throat.

His lips smothered yours, hungrily tasting you and taking your breath away. With the cold metal at your throat, there was nowhere to turn to get away from him. Nausea churned inside you when he pushed his tongue into your mouth.

He pulled away finally and put the knife down on the floor to unbuckle his belt, fumbling with his button and zipper before freeing his erect cock from his boxers, not even bothering to push his pants down.

At the sight of your step brother stroking his hard dick above you, your tears started flowing again, disgust and horror mixing with a third emotion you were too ashamed to identify.

Rafe forced your thighs apart, pushing your skirt up to reveal your pink panties.

“Shit, Y/N,” he groaned, pressing his thumb to your covered clit. You squirmed in his grasp, biting your lip to stop your whimpers from escaping.

“Can’t wait anymore,” he breathed through gritted teeth, grabbing your panties and sliding them to the side before lining his tip up with your slick entrance.

“Stop, Rafe-!” your protest was cut off when your step brother pushed himself inside you, stretching your unprepared cunt around him.

You whined loudly, heart skipping a beat when his hand wrapped around your throat, smearing the blood from the knife across your tender skin.

He stilled above you for a moment, taking a shaky breath as he basked in the feeling of your snug walls squeezing around him, tighter than he could have imagined. He inched himself deeper until his tip kissed your cervix.

Rafe leaned closer to you, his lips covering your before he began slowly thrusting into you, increasing his pace with each push of his cock.

You mewled against his lips, confused and disgusted with yourself when you could feel yourself growing wetter around him.

He broke the kiss and you gasped for breath, only for his grip to tighten around your throat.

There was nowhere to go, and Rafe easily caged you in on top of the leather seats of car. You felt claustrophobic, overstimulated by the feel of him rutting into you in the cramped backseat.

The lewd sound of his cock plunging into your slick cunt taunted you, and you couldn’t control the pornographic moans that he was forcing out of you.

His thrusts were brutal, bordering on punishing at this point, and his fingers were squeezing around your neck so tight your vision was becoming fuzzy at the edges.

“Rafe-!” You choked, hot tears burning at your eyes.

The world was spinning around you, the pressure building between your legs. You grabbed onto Rafe, clinging to him tightly in your confusion.

“Tell me you love me,” he groaned, not slowing his pace at all as his thumb found your clit, messily rolling over it.

Your skin crawled at his words, stomach flipping as you nervously shook your head no, but you couldn’t bite back your moan as he teased your tender bud.

You knew that only pissed him off more though, and his grip on your throat tightened in warning.

“Tell your big brother you love him, dumb fucking slut.” He hissed, hitting a spot that made you see stars.

“I-” you whimpered before whispering. “I love you.”

He kissed you hard, growling as he pulled away and resting his damp forehead against yours.

“Tell me again, baby.”

His hips tilted to meet yours, pushing himself deep inside you with each thrust. His thumb lazily traced your clit, pulling you to the brink.

“I love you,” you moaned, primal desires overcoming your thoughts of resisting.

“Again.”

“I love you, fuck, Rafe!” you whimpered as you were pushed over the edge.

Blinding white light exploded behind your closed eyes as you came undone around him. Sinful pleasure tingled between your legs as he fucked you even harder, and he cursed as you squeezed around him.

You couldn’t think straight, much less control your mouth, and the endless string of “I love you Rafe”’s that rolled off your tongue was the reason it wasn’t long before your step brother was painting your walls with his sticky seed.

[raspberrysunshinebby]

Two Choices Character Information

Okay with how I’m mentally planning this now because I didn’t earlier here is important information

Character information

Reader’s family, the Raith family.

Duke Silas Raith, oldest and like a father to the other siblings

Lord Cardan, a man who studied medicine and is now engaged to the daughter of the Winter Court’s general.

Lord Prescott, a warrior.

Lord Flint, honestly he’s just lowkey chilling.

Lady Reader

Their father Duke Fern abused their mother Duchess Celeste and eventually murdered her. This was six months after the birth of the reader. The boys had loved their mother and were scared of the fate of their sister, leading them to brutally murder their father. They got away with it by faking him being murdered by a drunk man, as the duke was known to be an alcoholic everyone believed them.

Duke Silas’s biggest fear was always that his sister would suffer the same fate as their mother, this fear spread to his other brothers as well.

The General of the Winter Court

General Everest

Lady Alina, the General’s wife

Lady Valerie, Cardans fiance

I hate naming men so give me names for Eris’ brothers. Also the order of the dead brothers doesn’t exist so I’m picking and choosing

Eris

Dead

Onyx

Unnamed

Unnamed

Dead

Lucien

Their mother is named Iris

The girls from Chapter four will also be important but I’m gonna add them later cause I’m tired. 

Also my theory with the laws with mates is that it differs from Court to Court and with each couple it depends on the rules in the females court.

For the Autumn Court I’ve decided that the female is not allowed to be forced to go unless its another high lord or duke which then the court has no control over, if they are not then the male needs consent from her or if she’s a high member of society, her family. 

[abraxos-and-ataraxia]

Ahh I'm so sorry, I didn't realise it was already out, I just saw some posts about it and got excited, I'll go ahead and read it immediately! Game of Thrones vibes in the Autumn Court? HELL YES LET'S GO

No worries at all!  I’m thrilled that anyone’s finding my work, let alone reading it 😂 It started as a personal passion project, but now all the eris stans are coming out of the woodwork and turning me into a shameless thirst monster.  Needless to say, I want to write this fic as fast as possible so we can get to the good stuff *wink wink*

[mamamittens]

Who's Afraid of The Big Bad Wolf? +18

Day 4 of Spooktober

Fandom: One Piece

Ship: Werewolf!Ace X Werewolf!F!Reader

Warnings: Teach being a creep, stalking, graphic violence in wolf form, murder, possessive behavior, scent kink, lowkey-ish breeding kink, creampie, incredible stamina (that I don’t recommend you try and replicate for several reasons—hydrate or die-drate), biting, profuse amounts of emphasis on marking the skin, praise kink, and dirty talk.

@spitfire-of-the-sea

Word Count: 5,172

Autumn had settled comfortably into your town. The leaves littering the sidewalk in swaths of crunchy yellow and orange piles that crowded onto streets and lawns. While it was still somewhat warm, there was a definite chill to the air that encouraged early morning fog to roll in through the thick woods behind your house. You enjoyed drinking a warm beverage on the back porch to watch the sun melt away the fog bank before going on a run.

You had been running more often lately as a form of stress relief. Things had been tense lately due to some unsavory trouble in the local pack. Teach, a long-time member, had nearly killed Thatch. A man you had always enjoyed the presence and cooking of, as did most everyone else. No one was sure why he had done it, but Whitebeard had evicted him from the pack and surrounding lands for his crimes. As pack leader, he could do that, but that didn’t stop Teach from lingering at the borders anyway.

Teach had barely been seen in months but everyone knew he was unlikely to leave on his own accord. Not while you were still living on pack lands. His… interest had always been apparent. Any pack function that you attended inevitably lead to Teach lingering too close to your liking. Anytime Teach was politely told to back off, he would… for a while. Which lead to you sticking closer to other pack members to ward him off. Thatch among them, but Marco, Izo, and Whitebeard himself didn’t mind temporarily letting you catch your breath from his advances. Puppy love, they had joked, referring to the ill-mannered and clumsy way Teach loomed over you at every opportunity. But as time went on, even they grew less tolerant of it.

Ace was surprisingly very good at warding off Teach. His charismatic personality drawing in many pack members that he skillfully used to make a literal barrier of people to separate Teach from you. And Teach couldn’t seem to be too mad at Ace about it either, though whether or not that was really the case was difficult to determine. It wasn’t like anyone thought he’d try and kill another pack member either.

The fact that Ace casually throwing his arm over your shoulder to pull you close to him as he regaled other with a story about his supposed mountain bear bandit family caused your heart to race was… totally irrelevant. No really, it had nothing to do with anything. Particularly not how his scent of a warm campfire and cinnamon honey made you feel safe. Or even how his bright smile made heat flood your chest. All of these things were unrelated to how often you sought refuge at his side.

You sighed, throwing on a loose hoodie to ward off the chill for your morning run.

So, you were enamored with the young werewolf. So what? Honestly, who wouldn’t be? Ace drew people in. It’s just how things were. And you knew you weren’t the only one. As charming as he was, Ace had no shortage of interested partners to pick from.

The one downside from Teach leaving the pack was that you didn’t have a ready-made excuse to curl up with Ace during pack events. Relegated to brief hugs of appreciation and ‘hellos', you were sure you imagined any lingering touches. If anything it just meant that you had lingered too long and Ace just got used to your presence. He was unusually touchy once you got close to him. Like he was relishing the contact and warmth of another at his side.

Stepping out onto your back porch, you did a few quick stretches and started a light jog into the trees. The crisp air pulled along your body as you relaxed into a steady pattern. The woods were beautiful in the fall, particularly when you shift, but for now you just wanted to get some exercise as a human. Slowly, your worries melted away. Allowing the rustling of the trees to fill your mind as you wound around trees and along faint paths the local wildlife made over the years. Thick bramble bushes were sparse, as per several pack members efforts to decrease clumsy pups matting their fur with thorns, so you were free to let your mind wander.

Every so often a stick would snap in the woods, cracking in the air at varying levels as the sun rose up. It was possible that others were also spending time out in the woods, but most pack members favored the fields on the other side of town to accommodate their large forms. Even you, smaller than average among your pack, had a hard time in some areas. But with practice you found the tight quarters no problem at all.

Crack!

You glanced over your shoulder, a brief glimpse of black fur ducking into a bush with only a whisper of sound briefly alarming you. Plenty of the others had black fur. It was a common color among the pack. But… you worried a little. They looked rather large, even for your pack. And had no reason to hide from you, honestly.

Crack.

Now they were on the other side of the trail and you came to a stop, looking back warily. If this was a prank, it wasn’t a very good one. Too bright to be a simple scare tactic. Too isolated to be light humiliation if you startled. And even with the length of time since Thatch almost died, pretending to stalk another pack member now was in poor taste. There also weren’t any pups young enough to be practicing stalking either. In short, no one should be trying to follow you like this.

A little ways ahead of you, back up the trail, a large black paw slipped from the bushes. Parting the dense fog obscuring the trail in thick patches. A little matted and dirty, the wolf stepped out into the path properly. Upon seeing the massive wolf, your heart dropped from your chest, ice shooting up your spine. It was unmistakably Teach, jagged fangs displayed cockily as he stared down at you. Beads braided into his fur clicking as another cold breeze swept through the woods, carrying with it a familiar scent buried under Teach’s thick, oily scent of booze and cherries.

Teach shook his head, baring his fangs as he took slow, confident steps forward.

You were terrified. You wanted to demand what he thought he was doing here—but it was obvious.

He was here for you.

Instantly, you turned heel and ran into the trees. Hoping to lose him in tighter corners. You shifted midleap to gain speed, gray fur a stark contrast to the autumn leaves you had been admiring before. If it had been winter, your chances of hiding would be better, but Teach had a very good sense of smell. You doubted you would be able to hide well regardless.

Teach howled in victory before bounding after you, smaller trees snapping when he slammed into them. Your lungs burned as you ran faster, winding around trees as your paws dug into the dirt and leaves. Kicking them into Teach’s snout when he got too close, teeth snapping playfully at your tail. Yelping, you tucked in your tail after a chunk of fur was tugged firmly.

You didn’t know what to do. You were panicking. The woods blurring around you as you kept running away from Teach but it was obvious now that he was toying with you. Despite his size, he maneuvered around the trees well enough to avoid thick trunks and simply bowled over trees too thin to hold against his massive size. Desperately, a low whine slipped through your throat, a bark of odd laughter just behind you. The sound jolting with every heavy slam of his paws.

Something darted out from behind a tree, a flash of color from the foliage as the massive shape sailed over your harried form and slammed into Teach. You tripped and tumbled in shock, turning towards the vicious growls and angry snarl as Teach yelped. Shaking from exertion, you panted as a wolf much smaller than Teach was tossed away. Dappled black and blond fur spread across a familiar muzzle, gray eyes glancing at you before fixing back on your aggressor with a flash of bared fangs. A bright orange hat fixed at the back of his neck with a string of red beads peaking through the thick fur.

Despite the obvious size difference between the two, Ace proved incredibly vicious as he dug his fangs into Teach’s throat, claws scratching across his face and underbelly. Blood and fur flew as they tumbled around, Teach finding it difficult to reach Ace save for a few critical nips. Horrified, you could only watch as Ace grew more aggravated, your fearful scent thick in the air as they fought. Tail tucked under your body and ears pinned back, you hunkered down and watched as they fought.

For a moment you were terrified you would have to watch Ace’s throat be ripped to shreds and be forced to run all from Teach all over again. Wounds collected steadily over his body and snout where Teach got in lucky shots. Huffing, Teach managed to throw Ace off of him before his eyes locked onto your quivering form and he snarled. Launching himself forward to lock his teeth over your neck.

You yelped, high and afraid as his fangs dug into your scruff. He started to drag you, the process made more difficult as your claws sank into the trail under the fog bank.

Ace answered with a snarling bark, sailing through the air and Teach howled in pain, letting go of you as the two slammed into the dirt at your side.

Shaking, you looked over and saw that Ace had bitten out one of Teach’s eyes, blood pouring from where teeth and fangs dug into his face. Teach tried to run, but Ace wasn’t having it.

Ace’s body slammed down onto Teach’s back and bit down hard, shaking his head furiously.

Snap!

Teach fell still instantly. Ace kept his fangs where they were for several long moments, panting and growling.

Slowly, he let go and threw back his head to howl in victory. Loud enough the whole town probably heard before eagerly loping over to you, splitting a trail in the dense fog. Whining, he gave your ear a lick and nuzzled under your chin. Briefly, he cleaned the sore spot Teach had left behind. With a soft woof, Ace moved away to shift back. Tan skin marred with bleeding wounds and bruises, but his lips were twisted into a bloody, smug grin.

“Hey firefly, c’mon. You’re safe now, I promise.” Ace kneeled down and gently rubbed your ears and ruffled your fur. You leaned into the soothing touch, allowing the tension to ease out of your body. When you were confident you could stand again, you moved back to shift as well. Ace taking the moment to wipe off his mouth with a grimace.

Still a little shaken and teary-eyed, you embraced Ace, tucking your face into his neck. Despite his injuries, Ace wrapped his arms around you in a firm embrace, hands rubbing your back. Your neck still hurt but you couldn’t help but worry more about Ace’s injuries over your own. Clearing your throat, you whisper into his skin.

“You’re hurt…” Ace chuckles, tenderly massaging the back of your neck.

���It was worth it.” Ace affirms gently into your hair, “I should call pops and let him know before Teach starts stinking up the place more than he already is.” Ace sneered. You pulled back, face flush as you were surrounded by his scent that only seemed thicker on the back of the lingering fog.

“Let me bandage you up. It’s the least I can do.” You offer, rubbing your eyes to get rid of the tears. Ace ruffled your hair with a smile.

“I’d appreciate that.” The entire walk back to your house, Ace’s arm never left your shoulder, leaning on you slightly for support but mostly as reassurance. Adrenaline slowly left your body, your hands trembling as you opened your back door. Your phone was still on the charger and you gestured towards it.

“You can use my phone to call him while I get the supplies.” You offered with a weak smile, “Help yourself to the fridge.” You couldn’t resist offering despite knowing full well he could eat you out of house and home. Hopefully he just grabs a soda.

Your medical supplies were tucked away in your bathroom, more robust than the standard kit found in stores due to your preferred running location. It wasn’t quite as impressive as the one Marco had, but it would do for the wounds Ace had gotten in his fight. Carrying the bag into the living room, you found Ace leaning against the counter, eagerly chatting over your phone.

“—Yeah, he’s dead alright. He won’t be bothering anyone anytime soon… No, I’m good, she’s bandaging me up. I’ll probably finish healing tonight—I was not! Shut up—” Ace pulled his face from the phone to scowl at the screen with a red phone symbol on it, “Asshole.” Ace looked over and saw you, beaming and gesturing to a fresh soda.

“Helped yourself, I see. I hope you washed your mouth out first.” Ace’s nose wrinkled as he took a seat on the counter. You pulled out your supplies and got to work cleaning the wounds.

“Yeah, I did. I don’t know what I expected but that bastard tasted nasty.” Ace complained. You snorted as you rubbed medicine where you could before applying bandages. Most were too big for band aids, necessitating bandages to be wrapped around his chest and arms. You were quite proud of how you managed to stay focused despite having a prime opportunity to marvel over Ace’s physique. He was quite muscular, pretty, tanned skin dotted with freckles all over. Not that you had never noticed before given Ace’s aversion to shirts.

“Thanks by the way. I thought Teach was…” You glanced away with a shiver, “Yeah… Thank you for keeping me safe. Again. You always make me feel safe.” You finished the last of his bandages and wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your face in his bandaged chest.

“Anytime.” Ace rubbed his cheek over your hair with a rumble, arms wrapping around your body. He sighed then, whispering into your scalp, “I missed this. Feeling you close to me. Like you’re mine…”

Your heart skipped a beat, heat rising to your face again. Surrounded by his scent and warmth, you swayed into him with a muffled whine that slipped from your throat. Looking up at him, you were startled to find his face inches from yours. Eyes gazing into your own softly.

“…Ace?” You whispered and he smirked, hands running over your sides to cradle your face.

“Yeah. Just like that. So sweet for me.” Ace leaned in, nose flaring as he breathed in deeply until your lips were almost touching, “Is it for me? I want it to be. I want it so bad firefly.”

He hesitated there. Close enough every soft pant tickled over your lips. There wasn’t any mistaking his intentions or the look in his eyes. Heavy and filled with a sort of smug certainty. Like he knew exactly what your answer was and just wanted to see you take the final step. To tilt your head back and allow his lips to brush over yours. Your hands drifted over his shoulders, cradling the firm muscle of his biceps and teasing the slightly raised skin where the top of his ‘name’ tattoo was placed.

Without thinking about it, you licked your lips, tongue brushing over his as he groaned in shock. Eagerly, he pressed closer, slipping his tongue between your lips to chase you. Drawing it close and tangling the two in a dizzying blend of sweet soda, iron, and something uniquely him. There was a muffled growl as he pulled your body against his, his hands quick to slip under your clothes to brush over your sides, toying with the band of your bra.

As quickly as he started, Ace pressed his hands down over your hips, cradling your ass with a firm grip. He squeezed playfully, startling you as he slipped off the counter and picked you up. Deliberately grinding your crotch over his hard erection. Smirking against your lips, he walked almost blindly down the hall, stumbling and occasionally pausing to pin you to the wall. Making sure he thrust his hips against yours to hear you pant and whine, his lips and teeth leaving marks along your throat. Like he was relishing the vibrations against his tongue.

For all the sounds you were making, Ace was far worse. Every groan and breath loud enough that it sounded like you were the one dry fucking him against the wall. Your body was on fire, and every harsh grind increased the temperature. You almost wished he’d just fuck you already for all the enthusiasm he was putting into his hips. Preferably before you broke the drywall behind you.

“A-Ah—Ace—fuck, please~!” Your head slammed back, nearly missing a picture frame. “W-Would you please just—hn--!” Ace pressed his nose against your throat and growled at the mark already present, sinking his teeth in firmly as he grabbed your hair and tilted your head to the side.

“I hate how he thought he could leave a mark on you like that.” Ace snarled, “Like you were his.” Ace hissed into your ear before groaning, his hips pressing hard against you. His lips slid messily under your jaw before catching you in a deep kiss again, his hand not letting go but also no longer pulling your hair. Only after thoroughly overwhelming you did he pull back.

“Ace?” You panted, muscles aching from the rising tension that spread and intensified with every thrust. His cock hot even through his pants against your clothed pussy.

“I want to get rid of it. The stench of fear on your clothes. That fucking bastard on your neck. I want to be the only scent you have.” Ace slipped his tongue hard between your lips, eyes only a sliver of flashing silver. His hand left your hair to drag down your clothes, prying the elastic of your jeans and panties away slowly. Eyes never leaving you as he dipped his fingers in the slick mess he made. “You’re going to smell so fucking good when I’m done with you. You want that, right? Dripping wet with me? For me?” Ace asked teasingly, his fingers circling your clit and pressing in. Stretching you open with ease.

You nodded furiously, reaching to yank his hair as you kissed him. The two of you moaning together as he kept playing with your soaked folds. He nipped your bottom lip and pulled away from the wall, one hand still holding you up with a firm grip under your ass. Fingers close enough that his hand still in your pants pressed against them. He hissed briefly but continued to carry you to your bedroom.

“Y-Your injuries!” You suddenly remembered, moaning softly as he slipped another finger in. All at once, Ace removed his hand and tossed you onto your bed with a smug grin. On his chest, a section of bandages was faintly pink. Gently, almost mockingly, Ace removed your clothes. Pressing deceptively chaste kisses to your skin, along your belly, breasts, and thighs.

With a harsh bark of laughter, Ace grinned down at you, hands gripping your waist.

“The only thing I want you to worry about, firefly, are the marks I give you. I’ve waited so long to have you like this.” Ace licked up your breast, teeth digging into the soft swell as he sucked harshly, ensuring a deep bruise was left in his wake. “And I want to savor every inch of you. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you get every inch too.”

Ace’s hands fixed themselves on your thighs, spreading them apart as he worked over your breasts. Biting and sucking harsh bruises onto your skin. The pain was muddled as Ace slipped one hand up to toy with your folds. Pinching and gently pulling on your clit. Fingers scissoring you open every time he sank his teeth into a unmarked spot. You gripped the pillow beneath you as your body shook, moans and broken pants filling the room.

In truth, only half of your arousal was from his brutal assault on your skin and cunt. The rest was from the sheer debauched sounds Ace was making. You didn’t even know he could make such filthy moans. Like you were the most delicious thing he’d ever had, lips sealed over your breast as he flicked your nipple with his tongue. All the while his knuckles brushed across your pussy, teasing your opening wider with every pass. Your skin was slick with sweat and spit, chest a chaotic spread of darkening bruises as time slipped by you.

You only realized Ace was methodically moving down when he bit into the side of your rib, nose brushing one of his harsher marks on the underside of your breast. While he was definitely being careful, you almost felt like he was searching for a weak spot in your skin, he was biting every inch he found. Nipping over the soft skin of your stomach and licking where your hips dipped in towards your thighs. Pulling his hand free of your cunt, you glanced down just in time to see him lick the digits clean with a loud groan. His grin as he caught your eye was wolfish and unbroken as he lifted your thigh up over his shoulder.

Biting hard into the soft skin before dragging his tongue up to seal it over your cunt. Forcing his tongue in deep and moaning harshly. He pressed across every inch of your cunt, swirling around slowly like he was trying to clean you out. Pulling out to slide between your folds and harass your clit. He took the term ‘eating out’ to a whole new level. Forcing your thighs to press into his head as you screamed, tension suddenly releasing as you squeezed his tongue like you intended to keep it.

You cried out in broken sobs, matched only by Ace’s whorish moans as he continued to fuck you with his tongue. Openly relishing every squeeze of your cunt and wash of arousal that dripped and smeared across his jaw. Reluctantly, once you collapsed back on the bed, Ace pulled out his tongue with a wet pop. He pressed a kiss to your clit, briefly sinking his teeth over your mound and sucking harshly like he was trying to mark your cunt with a hickey.

Panting, Ace smirked.

“Fuck you taste good. I want more. Keep screaming for me, firefly.” Ace growled, flipping you over and lifting your hips up high, your knees barely managing to prop your body up to his satisfaction. “Whoops. Almost forgot about your sweet ass. Don’t worry, firefly. I’ll make sure to leave more marks here too.” Ace laughed vindictively as he dug his teeth into the fat of your ass, mere inches from your still dripping cunt. Making sure to suck another harsh bruise before briefly swiping his tongue to the side, tongue catching as he went to fix another bite on the opposite side. This time a little higher. You jerked with the pain and cried out, but his hands remained firm.

You buried your face into the pillow as you moaned with every pass of his tongue over your skin.

Ace bit hard next to your tailbone.

“Ah—hhnnnngh~!” You screamed, the sound wavering into a moan as Ace slipped several fingers into your cunt. He licked the bite apologetically with a laugh.

“Whoops. Bit harder than I meant to. Sorry, firefly. I’ll stop playing with your ass now and get back to the main show.” He lifted your hips up higher and drove his tongue in mercilessly. “Don’t hide from me. I want everything you have before I return the favor.” Ace growled against your cunt. Obligingly, you pressed your cheek against the pillow and squeezed your eyes shut. Losing yourself in the sensation of his tongue and lips slipped between your folds.

His hands gripped your thighs, thumbs pressing into the sides of your pussy to spread you open wider. It was clear he wasn’t stopping—if he ever did—until you were screaming again. And you held nothing back. Moans and soft cries building up but never quite outmatching the satisfied groans and wet smacks Ace openly made against your cunt. If he was unhappy with your performance, it didn’t show in how deeply he fucked you with his tongue. Licking up at your clit and occasionally chasing a slick trail down your thighs, ending with yet another biting hickey before returning.

“Ace-Ace-Ace-Ace-Ace--!” You chanted, your body twitching and straining against his hold, “A-Ah—Ah--Ace-Ooh~!” You screamed as Ace lapped at your pouring cunt with a victorious snarl, your back arching and presenting more of you for him to devour. That sweet scent of cinnamon heady in the air as it mixed openly with your arousal.

“So sweet to me, firefly~ I think it’s time to fuck this pretty cunt wide open.” Ace draped himself over your back, bandages soaked with what you hoped was sweat as he purred in your ear, “Your so fucking wet. Is my pretty little firefly ready to be fucked? My cock is aching to do some marking of its own, you know. Doesn’t that sound nice? Give you something to cry about, won’t it?” Ace reached back and something hot and thick pressed against your cunt. Pushing you open slowly as he hissed and snarled.

“H-Ha—ngh! O-Oh! Fuck, A-Ace yo-ooooh! Too much! Too bii—ahn~!” The head of his cock slipped in, splitting you open despite his vigorous preparations.

“Fuck! Soaking wet cunt and you still can’t take my cock? That’s so unfair, firefly. I’m trying to make you mine. Don’t you want to be fucked pretty under me? You’re trying to push me away like you don’t want it.” Ace nipped your ear with a whine, pulling his thick cock from your struggling cunt. You reached back and gripped his hair, turning your head to look at him. Panting, you licked at his open lips.

“Fuck me! P-Please—I want it, I want your cock! I wanna be yours—oh fuck don’t stop please!” You begged against his lips as he smirked, tongue interrupting your pleads. After a low groan, he pressed his hips back in, slowly breaching your cunt again with his thick cock. He pulled back, pressing his soaked lips against your ear with a snarl.

“Gladly.” Ace snapped his hips against your ass, dick pressed against your cervix. After a moment, he pulled away only to slam back in, setting an unforgiving rhythm as you moaned, “Look at that. Maybe you want to be fucked after all. Is it my turn to cum yet? Fill this cute pussy with my scent. You’d like that, right? Being bred like this? Fucked so hard you’ll smell me in your cunt for weeks.”

“Mhm~! O-Oh Ace, I want it so bad. Do-on’t sto-op—ohohoh—hahn~!” You cried out as his hips drove into you harshly, slamming against your ass hard. “Ace!” you screamed, cumming hard against his cock. But it kept driving into your pussy despite Ace moaning and panting into your neck. He snarled, cock twitching as he came, pressing in deep and pinning your hips against his own. He panted for several moments as his cum filled your body, occasionally being gently fucked back in with an absent grind.

Ace dragged his nose across the back of your neck and abruptly snarled.

“Not. Good. Enough.” Ace pulled his hips back and slammed in again, resuming his harsh pace as you cried out in shock. “You’re mine. My firefly. And I can still smell him on your body.” Still sensitive, you screamed as you came again, squeezing his cock hard. But he kept going still.

“Ace-O-oh—ah-ah-Ash—hnn~!” You slurred, body shaking and dripping with sweat and cum. His scent spiking aggressively as he bit your neck hard with a snarl.

“D-Do—on’t worry firefly. I remember. I’m not stopping. Keep screaming for me. You know I love it when you cry for me.” Ace fucked you harder, pinning your body to the mattress.

You cried a lot, throat growing sore with your constant screams as Ace kept going. Determined to erase any trace of a scent that wasn’t yours or his own. And he kept going long after the smell of cherries evaporated in the room, replaced by the thick scent of sex, cinnamon, and earthy spices. Every other orgasm followed by a harsh bite on the dwindling free space on your back and an outpouring of his cum. His body never letting up or pulling away from your own further than it took to drive his cock as deep as he could manage.

At some point he slipped his hands between your body and the mattress to fondle your breast. Pinch your nipples and clit, aggravating your bite marks further. Even when your body had nothing left to give, Ace kept giving instead. Occasionally he paused to press soft kisses over your spine, giving both of you a break despite his cock never leaving your body for long. Apparently the sight of his cum dripping from your cunt drove him wild.

Something you learned the hard way. Several times.

Until finally the afternoon sun slipped past the horizon, your body sore beyond belief and Ace—finally thank fuck—had his third dry orgasm. Panting, Ace pressed a soft kiss to your cheek and laughed.

Rolling over, Ace held you close, limp cock still pressed firmly against your cervix.

“…A-Ace?” Ace hummed, pressing more soft kisses up your neck with a pleased rumble. “I’m so tired.” You sighed, leaning back against him. Ace grimaced against your cheek.

“Sorry, firefly. Let’s take a nap and I’ll draw a warm bath afterwards.” Ace huffed and commented sarcastically, “I think I went overboard.”

“You think?!” You couldn’t help but yelp, Ace kissing the corner of your mouth with a charming smile. Even for werewolves this was ridiculous. You were surprised you were still awake.

“Afterwards we can go again.” You smacked his arm as he reached out for a light blanket. Ace laughed and kissed your cheek.

“I’m kidding!” Ace chuckled. “…Mostly.” You rolled your eyes and let your weary body pull you under. Ace’s arms curled around you as he tucked his face into your hair.

Tomorrow, he was sleeping on the couch.

[icharchivist]

In reference to the opinions re-blog, can you share one such opinion for GBF? Or just any fandom you have a tickle for.

HELPPP

I guess it's my heated "obviously it doesn't matter but i'm heated about it" opinions about gbf are like

... under cut because eventually i got heated (at least you can be sure i am serious about those "stupid things that gets me heated despite knowing it's stupid" lmao)

-GBVS only people who constantly ignores the mobage or act like it doesn't exist, even if it's because they genuinely don't know, gets on my nerves. Similarly recent people who went "i can't wait for relink because i don't want to touch the mobage" please don't. This also extends to people who spams my recommended with "lol granblue sucks it doesn't even have rollbacks" i wish you a very "never get rollbacks if you don't get out from my lawn."

-Seeds of Redemption wasn't THAT BAD everyone is just mean. It wasn't even bad and the vitriol against it when it came out has always puzzled me. Also lowkey holding Nehan and Mugen in my arms like "if you only bitched about SoR don't look at them" which is the pettiest i can get.

-Also the argument against SoR that Seofon is "too manipulative and heartless in it" gets on my nerve like, i've never read him as being heartless, and, "too manipulative"?? my dude how long ago is the last time you read the Eternal recruitment quest, this is Seofon alright. Are you woobifying him.

-Enyo is fine, let a girl be murderous once in a while. this one is weirdly petty bc i've first heard of Enyo when she joined the pool and i was seeing people get VERY upset in gbf en's mentions to the point of insulting them, and i was so confused about it. Then i could gather, from also friends who disliked her, that it was because "she was mean and cruel and wants to kill us and also she was awfully mean to Athena" and i was just "..... and? We all want to fuck Belial here what's the problem?" and i've been an Enyo apologist ever since. well. "apologist" in the sense "let a girl have fun even if this fun is murder, you don't complain when Belial does the same". So i'm weirdly defensive of Enyo despite the fact otherwise i couldn't care less because i do find Athena a bit boring DLKJFDKLF

-It's fine that an event isn't exploring more about the angels. Really. It's fine. If you only come back when there's angels content and ignore everything else perhaps it's a you problem when you get upset the angels content isn't that good

-Bitching every Autumn about the 4kishi getting an event is getting old, "others saga deserves spotlight!!" yeah but it's the oldest running saga leave them be it's just a tradition at this point

That's the things that comes to my mind at least, which is just that basically i am pretty chill until i start to see bad takes too much that i start to be defensive out of things i wouldn't have defended out of pure spite.

But i also recognize those are pretty inconsequential

(very different from getting angry about what i sometimes see about Ladiva or Cags which really put me in a rightful anger that i don't think is THAT inconsequential, tho that does goes back to my point 1) of i really wish gbvs only people to stop discussing whenever Ladiva and Cags are good or bad rep when they then get to answer to clarification by "oh my bad i don't know the game" then don't discuss about whenever they're good or not. I'm specifically vaguing someone who said Cags was bad rep because she was evil which had mobage fans going hey what the fuck you on.)

tho on "inconsequential topics that makes me heated regardless" in any fandom tends to be linked to any conversation about redemption arcs (but ESPECIALLY in slice of life stories) and conversation about true siblings dynamic. On the later i know it's because i have perhaps more serious biases, but you can be sure that generally if i see a post about whenever or not a chara deserves a redemption arc or if we should "accept" their redemption, or whenever i see posts about how "those siblings are unrealistic because they love each other" or "the big sibling doesn't behave like a big sibling" i want to throw tables at people's face and i think we should admire my incredible self control for generally just taking it quietly.

But like those people are generally joking around when they talk about those things so i don't want to be a killjoy either but also i'm just "kill kill maim kill" in my head when those happen. Duality of man ect.

Redemption talks generally annoys the hell out of me because framing an entire character on whenever the apology is acceptable with the situation bores the hell out of me. Genuinely the most boring way to approach a character ever. Like i could be saying something more in depth about how it's reductive of the narrative and frame the entire value of getting better on the person hurt and the apology rather than taking in the personal journey of someone who has to grow with the guilt of their actions, but, i'll just be brief and say i find the way people talk about it boring as hell. (which by the way i will NEVER forgive Zuko from atla for being the only basis of “acceptable redemption arc” for people out there. His arc was great but he’s not the only arc possible and everytime you bring him up as being the only valid redemption arc and directly compare one saying it’s bad in comparaison i hate Zuko a little bit more everyday. Which fucking sucks because i started off loving Zuko, people are just annoying.)

In another fandom i was in (1, 2, 3 moment before the people who still follow me from the fandom goes "i fucking knew Icha would bring it up") one of my fav character was also the most controversial one because he kidnapped MC in a fits of misdirected revenge against someone he cared about but had a misunderstanding with that made him think he ruined his life, so he basically blackmailed him until he realized he was hurting the only person he had left to care about and is now having to struggle with the guilt of his actions while being forcefully adopted in the found family of the person he kidnapped, to whom he ends up becoming extremely soft with despite this guilt toward what he had done to them when he lashed out from trauma, despite trying to distance himself from them because of his guilt.

And so, i love this character to bits, but going into his tags was impossible because of the fact people refuse to accept that he's trying to be better, and constantly throws back his crimes to his face and all of that, and every single time i freeze like "dude, he's done the absolute bare minimum to be a temporary antagonist, it could have been worse. in gbf where i'm from, there's a character who did all of that AND started an apocalypse AND tortured people AND tried to torture your bestie and he's the most popular character of the franchise". Because i dare you, nonny, to reread what i just wrote about my fav from this franchise and not see the exact same way to describe Sandalphon especially in the first wmtsb event.

I was throwing fits WEEKLY about how "oh you guys would not survive ONE MINUTE in gbf.". Now for the sake of "i don't like being angry", at least i don't pay it any mind anymore (my amazing trap cards of "i'm never going in the tags" and "i only seek contents from Japanese fanartists because at least if they have bad takes i can't read them unless i force myself to"), but all of this to say this is probably the last straw of a chara i kept hearing "he didn't even have a proper redemption arc" that annoyed me over the edge. he didn't have one TO YOU. To me tho i'm kissing him on the mouth.

MOVING ON, Genuinely tho i hold gbf in such high esteem for this specific reason, i was fucking tired of hearing the most boring arguments ever to shit on a character because they decide their redemption is not good enough (bc they're not wallowing in misery enough i guess?), that it made me appreciate how much nobody gives a shit about that in the gbf fandom. We stan so many murderers and we just say it's sexy and we move on and i find it soooo sexy.

For siblings stuff in general i'm just genuinely pissed off by the general idea that there is a "one shoe fits it all" of sibling dynamics and especially when it bashes others ones in media. On this one it's a bit more personal because i have such a weird relationship with my siblings that everytime i see those takes i just get angry. It can be argued that therefore it's not completely 'inconsequential" but sometimes i just get angry for no reasons too about how "wow you guys are sO boring of not being able to make JOKES over anything else than your comfort zone of this bubble of normalicy you impose on everyone, do you.". Like man talk about the death of creativity because you refuse to accept something doesn't follow the Only Trope You Ever Considered Realistic To You And No One Else.

Once again i never really saw it in gbf due to the fact we don't specifically have major siblings pair in focus in stories? like there's a few and sometimes they fall more into the bickering side anyway but people barely talk about them so i'm at peace. But you can be sure this would end up firing me up.

and on general topics i just don't care for woobification of characters who did commit crimes. I feel like it's an overcompensation because when people say some characters don't deserve redemption they always highlight the bad things they've done, and so, people, instead of realizing it means your outline for redemption is bad and you should feel bad, they interpret it as "then we have to prove the bad things weren't so bad". And no!!! the bad things were bad!!! regardless of the reasons reframe them but don't change that fact. It doesn't make them less good of characters or less worthy of redemption. That's what happened recently over a discussion over Seox on my blog where i was getting heated on the idea of saying he did nothing wrong. What a waste of a good character to say he did nothing wrong just because you can recognize that the circumstances were out of his control. Those aren't mutually exclusive. You can still do bad things and still fundamentally deserves to grow from it, and you can be pushed into making those bad things for good reasons but that doesn't make them less bad, it just means you have a better change to heal from it.

Basically i love fucksup characters who did so much wrongs and intends to do better, and the bigger the wrong the more involved i am, so genuinely the two takes of either they're unredeemable or they are a sweet angel that did nothing wrong don't sit right with me at all.

so this is a good extensive list of stuff that gets easily on my nerves on fandom spaces that, technically, doesn't matter, but is it going to stop me from having it ruining my day? who knows!

So i did get heated and i want to formally apologize if there's any of those points that rings toward anyone, as in, at the end of the day, people have fun in their own way and it's not my intention to police how anyone does it. I'm perfectly aware those are stupid enough like that, so as long as it's not like, something that's thrown in my askbox or something, you do you.

But since you asked..... salutes.

Here you go!

[crowsent]

so i started watching kings avatar pt. 2: spoiler edition electric boogaloo

condensed reaction from all episodes but first things first:

i already waxed poetic about the characters and set design of kings avatar in my first post so ill get to the point here:

lowkey thought that the excellent eras logo was the flag of fucking canada for a hot second there i mean

fucking seriously????????????

but enough about discount canada look at this man

look at him

“im very mad” said with a smile

i fucking love him

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i fucking hate episode 2 timestamp 7 minutes tho

not posting any pictures but

the spiders

so creepy

with the scuttle scuttle sound

ew

no

i know the game has good sound design but was realistic spider animation/sound really necessary???

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someone who can gif please please please gif that moment where excellent era announces ye qius retirement please. like. the fancy weapon twirls, the fire, the snow, the leaves. that moment was so fucking beautiful

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xiao tang is uhhhhh so cool?????? what the fuck???? beating players in a game she doesnt play purely off of hand speed and apm???? and then joining that same game to beat ye xiu someday?????? amazing. 10/10

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i am gaining more understanding of this man as i watch this silly lil anime what the fuck

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real talk tho

i want glory to be a real game

the mechanics are interesting, the class systems seem p balanced, and there are plenty of in-game systems to take advantage of

would be nice to actually physically play it tbh

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“the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment”

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lowkey tho why is steamed bun out here trying to guess everyones sign, trying to get everyone else to guess his sign, trying to attribute everything to signs... bro you aint in fucking homestuck. i see no fucking grey skin or orange horns on you. chill the fuck out and stop trying to astrologise everything

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mucheng is precious. id kill for her. her devotion. her dedication.

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i need the plantago seed duel as a separate video. it is immaculate.

the rolling camera pan, the fast strikes, the colours, the music

so good

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who is this man

“the brawlers style, to put it nicely, is “free-willed”

honestly, its a complete mess”

what a legend

AND he figured out ye xius true identity just from playing one match w him. can i ask for more? i think not

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thank you to the animators that made the ye xiu v jiexi look so goddamn good. the fury and panic that went into the animation of their fight, frantically clicking the keyboard, moving the mouse around, that fire effect where the floor cracks? godtier

amazing

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lowkey why does steamed bun irl look like that????

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“the brain is a useful thing, make sure to bring yours next time”

bruh just fucking murder the man why dont you

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the man aint really subtle tho

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“lord of analysis”

bruh

you got fucking exposed

“why dont your footsteps make any sound”

yo why is the character design so good???????

this is unfair

every character so far is unique and has good design

this is unfair

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can the translators fucking

TRANSLATE

i cant read chinese

and there is no way on gods green earth am i going to call my father for every time the translators dont translate the text on screen bc then he might as well just watch the anime with me

its right fucking there man

translate this shit

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so mr tactician over here said that the upper limit for unspecialised is lvl 95 but methinks that mr ye xiu is gonna find a way to overcome this

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does

does GLORY have proximity chat or are these morons ‘shhh’ing each other bc they are THAT dedicated to roleplay

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shaotian

shaotian shaotian shaotian

i love you

fucking chaotic chatterbox bastard

this motherfucker tripped on his goddamn feet and ye xiu IMMEDIATELY made fun of him

can you believe

i want what they have

i want that friendship motherfucker

amazing

“huang shao’s trash talk is magnificent”

and this fucker got everyone convinced he isnt huang shaotian purely bc of his ability to annoy other people and his dedication to keeping his identity a secret

can i ask for more?

i think not

look at this

i want their fucking friendship man

this motherfucker is fucking talking so goddamn fast

what the fuck

“who is chanting prayers?”

BOI you have no goddamn room to speak with this speech bubble wall youve made

“where did you find this clown?”

AND YE XIU CALLED YOU OUT BOI ye xiu straight said “what gave you the right to call someone else a clown” and he is CORRECT

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okay i know for a hot second i keeep talking about shaotian but like

ye xiu easily slotted back into my favourites list bc this motherfucker is talking to the customers of the internet cafe WHILE HES PLAYING THE FUCKING GAME like

the big dick energy

yes he goddamn is boys and what the fuck are you gonna do about it? thats right. NOTHING. bc hes just that good at the game

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MUCHENG CARRY

MUCHENG CARRY

MUCHENG CARRY

trap these motherfuckers girl

FUCKING CORNER THEM

CARRY CARRY CARRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

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so

ye xiu really just ambushing the people who wanted to kill him by waiting outside the dungeons and then killing the players and then he even has the audacity to say “hi”

fucking big dick energy king right her folks

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"as for that ghostblade,

shaotian with the fucking callouts

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GET YOU A GUY BITCH

GET YOU A MAN WHO CAN BE THIS FUCKING CONSIDERATE

“mu mu”

mucheng carried and now ye xiu fucking protecting her identity

WE STAN

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“every opponents weakness... i remember all of them”

my understanding of this man...

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bro why the fuck does vice captain zhang eat so fucking SLOW

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so vice captain zhang plays an mmo like a fucking game of chess i see

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bruhhhhhhhhhhhh

the desert dust v one autumn leaf fight

bruhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

the skill

the mastery

the animation

the SONG

THE SONG

YALL THE FUCKING SONG THAT PLAYED DURING THE DUEL

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[lethesomething]

An otome lover’s guide to A3

So. A3.

Not an actual otome, but the actor management game and anime from Cybird (of Ikemen All the Things fame) has a bunch of boys. Ok, so a Lot of Boys. All the Boys, in fact. And men. Some of them are like thirty. Which is refreshing.

Where do you even begin telling them apart? Here is an Attempt, based on the first season of the game.

Spring troupe: The Vanilla boys

Bright, youthful, mostly kinda normal. This troupe stands out  for its overall lack of experience and its anime protag willingness to overcome hurdles. Most resembles the main team in a sports anime.

Sakuya Is baby. This boy is a golden retriever puppy that has yet to realize he's ended up in human form. Orphan street urchin with a heart of gold. He's kinda useless as an actor but he will ganba all the way until he makes it. Protect him. Mostly from himself.

Masumi A Giant Friggin Red Flag. Weirdly obsessed with MC. His personality apart from stalker syndrome is what I like to call 'the Kageyama Tobio': genius at one thing and uninterested or terrible at everything else. He is seemingly incapable of social interactions and at best uninterested in any of them apart from MC. Also really harsh on people who don't perform to his standards, which is almost everyone.

Tzuzuru The Self Sacrificing One. Look, this dude gave up most of his dreams to look after his siblings, and he literally joined you because otherwise he'd be sleeping in a cardboard box (Why are all these dudes street urchins?) Wants to be a playwright so he foregoes any semblance of sleep to finish scripts. Has the spinal cord of a jellyfish unless in Very Specific Cases. Cute when he pouts. Pouts a lot. Someone save him.

Itaru Jekyll and XxHydexX. Super cordial professional by day, game addict that will murder you for messing up his kill streak by night. He's So Friggin Pretty why is he a dick?? Doesn't really know if he's even into this theatre thing. You know he is. Of course he is. Calms down tremendously over the course of the arc, just don't, you know, get between him and his gamer score I guess.

Citron What the Foreigner. Mysterious foreign prince possibly on the run from his parents/the cops. Your theatre is a convenient hiding place for him, because obviously getting into showbiz is what you do when you want to remain anonymous. Speaks Japanese in a weird way. In fact, he sounds Exactly Like Utapri's Cecil despite having a different VA.  Quirky to a fault. Has potentially been trained as some kind of covert operative but is surprisingly cheerful about everything.

Summer Troupe: The Diva's

A group of highly talented dudes with varying degrees of social issues. Most resembles the cast of a smaller indie otome game.

Tenma The Arrogant One. A child actor from tv wanting to learn stage work. Has zero social skills. He's brash, completely full of himself and extremely critical of everyone else. Needs to learn the Power of Friendship which, spoiler, he obviously does, albeit in a very tsun kindof way. Can't let them know you care, ever.

Yuki Salt Personified. This kid is friggin 14 years old and wears dresses but he will rip you to shreds with his words. Winner of the most deadpan delivery of burns. He's in middle school ffs. Really into fashion. Resident costume designer. Potentially serves as a representation on gender roles in theatre, but the whole thing is fairly lowkey. The team, bless them, just accept him for who he is, sharp tongue and all.

Muku The Soft One. Another middle schooler, this one is way less sharp with his words. Into shoujou manga. Has severe insecurities and a propensity to start sentences with 'um'. Shaking leaf, what is he doing on a friggin stage. He actually has pink hair, could he BE any more squishy. Protecc.

Misumi The Weird One. I realize several characters fit that description, but Misumi is obsessed with triangles and lives in a  liminal space between realities so I don't know what to tell you. Also he's like… spiderman. Inhuman amount of acrobatics. Another homeless street urchin (Tokyo - is it Tokyo??? - appears to have an issue, guys). Sweet dude though. Chill and positive about everything, as long as it is triangular.

Kazunari The Influencer. Resident designer and bigshot on social media. He's down with Literally Everything. Likes everyone, is cool about every instance. Unerringly positive to an unhealthy degree. Really, Really conflict averse, even. You could call him painfully insecure, but that's like most of the cast. Wearer of hats in a non-ironic way.

Autumn Troupe: The Delinquents

This troupe consists almost entirely out of (ex) violent delinquents and (ex) criminals. The tough guys, no one here is totally innocent. Most resembles the cast of a beat-em-up.

Banri The Number One. Hotshot teenager who's never tasted defeat in his life. Good at anything without trying, so he never tries. Obsessed with outperforming Juza because he's like the one dude Banri can't beat at fisticuffs. Honestly kinda insufferable for most of their arc.

Juza The Lone Wolf. Cursed with a resting bitch face and an inability to perform in social settings. Considered a delinquent and constantly challenged to fights. Is actually sweet lamb, just with lots of muscles. Cripplingly low self esteem. Wants to act to be someone else. Protect at all costs.

Omi The Responsible one. Wait, that was an option?? Big brother type. Perfect son in law. A keeper. This guy is mature and he cooks and it makes me wonder what's wrong with him. There's probably a dark secret (narrator voice: there was a dark secret).

Taichi The Sunshine Child. Really into yoyo's. Like the toy, not the male subspecies. Has the hair colour and the vocal volume of a shonen jump protag. Bouncy and very loud. Feels way younger than the middle schoolers, though he's in high school.

Sakyo The Debt Collector. Actual yakuza agent. The one the theatre owes a lot of money too. Secretly really loves the performing arts, because of course he does. Massive tsun. I wasn't looking at you, baka. Should have been an accounting professor in another life. Wordy.

Winter troupe:The Drama Team.

No really, most of them have drama and angst written all over them. Only team that consists entirely out of actual adults. Angsty adults, but still. Most resemble the cast of a daytime soap opera.

Tasuku The Defector. The top actor from the rival gang troupe that joined Mankai instead. Fitness buff. Pretty clear about his boundaries for right and wrong. Sweet bean, really. Has a lot of emotions about his childhood friend Tsumugi. Seems to have a lot of feelings in general. Red oni type.

Tsumugi The Subdued one. Talks like a wallflower, looks like he got his fashion choices out of a high end french magazine from the eighties. One of the boring ones. Cinnamon roll. Blue oni. Massive self esteem issues due to past trauma. Weird relationship with his childhood friend Tasuku. They'll work it out, you know they will.

Hisoka The Narcoleptic. Literally washed up and adopted by the  theatre group that found him. Weirdly good at acting. Sleeps about 80 percent of the day. Needs to be poked and cajoled with treats. Might actually be a cat. Has no recollection of his life before he was picked off the street by a desperate director.

Homare The 'Extra AF'. A poet who dresses in loud costumes and has really stupid hair. Loud, overtly confident in his bad poetry and just generally confusing to watch. A Gentleman. Flamboyant. Kinda gay coded. Hisoka's crutch and the only reason that man is able to perform like a human being.

Azuma The Flirty One. A Cuddling Professional, because this is a teen rated game and we can't put in an actual prostitute or host. Unnaturally pretty. Indeterminate age. Sensitive. At least one of these dudes has empathetic abilities, may as well be the cute one. Extremely flirty and Experienced (tm) at life.

[ilovefalloween]

Spooky Season Watch List 🎃🔮🕷👻

Your fav certified soooky movie professional is BACK baby! September is only 2 days away (!!!) and I’m here with a great list of my Halloween favs to provide y’all with some entertainment over the next few months! I made a list last year as well, so I’ll link that at the bottom if you need more recommendations to get you through Quarantine Halloween 🧡🖤

•Beetlejuice (1988): peak Winona Ryder, Alec Baldwin is kinda hot which is wild, extremely stylized with Halloween colors, Beetlejuice is lowkey horrifying af, makes me feel super nostalgic for September

•Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark (2019): vvvvv underrated, serves us 1960s small town Halloween vibes (LOVE), terrifying monsters from my childhood straight out of the books, I stan Sarah Bellows til the day I die, really takes you to a super spooky different time and place for a few hours

•Courage the Cowardly Dog (1996): still gives me nightmares, will take you back to your greatest childhood horror dreams, I have no CLUE how this was a kids show

•Practical Magic (1998): Sandra Bullock and Nicole Kidman as witch queens, an autumn romcom which we love, lots of oranges, browns and reds in the aesthetic, dead trees and leaves, super fun and powerful Halloween movie about powerful women!

•The VVitch(2015): highkey a horrific film that no one seems to talk about, a slow burn that really has you fucked up by the end, 1600s puritanical Massachusetts ft evil demons is a wild concept, something that will leave you thinking long after you finish it

•Scream 4 (2011): the best horror sequel of all time, an amazing twist ending that takes the movie from an 8 to a 10, the entire third act is so well-acted and well-written that it will truly blow you away, Emma Roberts in a role that sky-rocketed her career into an iconic scream queen, surprise Sydney

•Halloween (2018): gory as hell, an incredible continuation of the story that started 40 years prior, Jamie Lee back screaming her ass off (and we’re all living for it), legitimately scary, features a group of strong women fighting a sadistic murderer, the ultimate Halloween franchise update, ready for the sequels

•The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993): Jack Skellington is iconic af, a claymation Tim Burton movie (what else could you want), a musical that has some absolute BOPS, starts to get you hype for Christmas as well, not Halloween without it

•Chilling Adventures of Sabrina (2018): the best take on Sabrina we’ve ever seen, features witches, warlocks, pagans, cannibalism, sex, mythical creatures and trans representation, easy to binge over a weekend and will really get you in the dark Halloween mood headspace

• Psycho (1960): Alfred Hitchcock’s best film, that iconic shower scene that shook the world, one of the most famous twists ever in a movie, black and white to add to the creepiness, has a captivating story and great performances, will change your perspective on horror if you’ve never seen it!

•Doctor Sleep (2019): an underrated modern classic, takes everything you love about the Shining and expands on it, Ewan McGregor in a great performance, Rose the Hat and Snakebite Andy are wild as hell, lots of dark scenes that will stick with you afterwards, a creative addition to the original Stephen King story we all know and love, come play with us Danny (again)

•Boy Meets World: The Witches on Pennbrook—season 5 episode 5 (1998): one of the best Boy Meets World episodes, features Candace Cameron Bure as a witch, lots of funny one-liners and overall just a really fun episode of the show, really makes me feel in the Halloween spirit

Catch up on all of these and then get back to me when it’s time for some more recommendations!

And here is the link to the must-watch list I made for last year! Happy Falloween everyone!

https://ilovefalloween.tumblr.com/post/187266705605/spooky-season-watch-list

[stresseddemon]

Different kinds of people based on my ocs (long post?)

Ahasuerus - Calm & collected 76% of the time but they have mild mood swings, smells like autumn, loose buns, interested in the unexplained and mysterious, reads way too much, they like loose but fitting clothes.

Arashi - Outgoing, not sure what they’re doing 100% of the time but still does the thing, loud laugh, usually smiling, mild daddy issues, always a shoulder you can cry on if you need it, they’ll beat you up with their best friend tho.

Bashuk - Probably the tallest in their friend group, likes lilacs, parental figure, likes tigers and other big cats, leather jackets and combat boots, probably smells like axe body spray.

Blair - Goth one day and the next they’re preppy, they really like reptiles, obsessed with walks at night, seems cold and rude but is truly a sweetheart, small circle of friends but they’re for life.

HalaKash - Total nerd, loves larger reptiles like Komodo dragons and monitor lizards, listens to lo-fi, interested in murder mysteries, barely talks, can’t ever stay asleep for long, parental figure #2.

Hortras - Long, dark hair, gentle smiles, freckles, emits jock energy but is lowkey a nerd, willing to die for their friends, short painted nails, old jeans and varsity jackets.

Ka’Jaggar - Pure baby, they love a lot of people, gets along with pretty much everyone, likes hunting and the woods, has soft blankets and pillows, loose t shirts and shorts are great.

Menhis - Jock, dumb but always means well, probably watches movies from 2002, recurring nightmares, gets called “an angel”, they share their soft hoodies, has a lot of photos of their one (1) best friend and themselves in a photo album.

Roman - Baby, looks up to a lot of different people, never really grew up, probably has slightly crooked teeth, they like track jackets, bright eyes, stargazes every night, loves their family.

Karrin - Cowboy aesthetic, has been hunting since they were a kid, is soft for one singular person, lowkey loves indie music, big metal fan tho, admires from a distance, likes Roman sculptures.

Sgt. Slieff - Dog person, grew up way too fast and is currently trying to get back their time lost, A/B student, persistant and driven, probably works like three jobs, fleece shirts are neat.

[hiruma-musouka]

Of Magic and Masonry

@fandommaniac2401​ asked me almost two months ago for my thoughts on a HMC/Naruto fusion. I hadn’t replied because after reading her post and remembering past discussions on @blackkatmagic​‘s blog about just such a verse, I had a lot of thoughts of my own and I meant to sit down to write it.

Well, I finally made myself do just that this week, so here’s a late Winter Holiday or early New Year’s present to everyone.

Title: Of Magic and Masonry [AO3 link] Series: Naruto, Howl’s Moving Castle fusion Summary: In which the Royal Witch Mito Uzumaki has a professional request for Wizard Madara and sends four of the king's retainers to convey it.(aka: In which Kagami can be partly faulted for their presence on this expedition, and Torifu begins to understand why the man is never taken aback by any tale of eccentric relatives.)

"I've heard that he eats people's hearts," Torifu said bluntly.

The four blue-clad soldiers stared up at the castle sitting near the northern mountains of Folding Valley.

It should have been almost picturesque really. A gleaming river wound its way through the foothills of the fertile valley. Trees were just beginning to turn gold and red with the advancement of autumn. Upper Folding sprawled across the land downstream, straddling the river at a sufficient distance to obscure the less lovely facets of a human town. Market Chipping was even farther off, barely visible as chimney smoke on the horizon, and the castle overlooked it all from its pride of place, settled high among the hills like a bird of prey alighted delicately on a branch.

Of course that perception required one to overlook the unnatural facts that this castle belonged to no lord, had none of the proper roads which a functioning castle would rightfully require, and, oh yes, had been twenty miles west of its current position this very morning.

It had certainly been something to witness a fortress made of countless tons of stone and masonry raise itself up under the influence of some black-orange hellfire which permeated the mortar and streamed from some unseen chimney. It was only made more unnerving by dint of its manner of relocation - which had involved four semi-translucent legs spontaneously manifesting from that same magic and carting it off. Even as they warily eyed the castle, its legs shifted slightly as if seeking greater comfort where they were folded sedately along its foundations.

The sight explained quite nicely why their horses had hours ago rebelled a mile past Upper Folding's outermost farmland and refused to carry them further.

"In fact," Torifu continued in a casual tone, interrupting the second round of Hiruzen and Danzo's lowkey disagreement over whether it was chicken or fox legs attached to the castle, "I've heard the wizard embeds his name on people's hearts, manipulates them as puppets, and then eats them."

"I'm certain he can't be as bad as rumors portray," Hiruzen said from the front of their group, standing next to Danzo and staring consideringly at their goal. He had thus missed how Torifu (who was standing behind him) had made all his statements while staring unwaveringly at the side of Kagami's head. "You know how gossip among the working class gets out of hand. They don't even get the gender of the Wizard of the Wastes right and he has occasionally been present at His Majesty's court."

"We should go up in a smaller group," Kagami suggested from his seat on the ground, panting heavily from the long climb. "We wouldn't want to- to give the wrong impression and cause offense if Wizard Madara mistakes us as a show of royal force."

"He has a patriotic duty to the country," Danzo said disapprovingly, glaring up at the enchanted stonework. "He is bound to offer his assistance when called upon."

Kagami and Torifu exchanged a look built on long familiarity before Kagami waved a hand towards their companion, smiling winsomely up at the older Akimichi. The other man sighed soundlessly but refocused on Danzo.

"It would be more diplomatic to politely request that he add his skills to the attempts to locate Prince Indra," Torifu advised. "If you'll recall, Witch Uzumaki was quite clear that we were to secure a solid agreement for that assistance before pursuing Lord Nara's alternative order. And nothing good comes out of making a great magician feel like they're being pressured, Danzo."

Especially when we are trying to conscript them into a service contract to the Kingdom.

Not that anyone would bother saying that to Danzo. He and Hiruzen both believed, from the bones outward, in personal service to a higher cause and the value of sacrificing for it. Which wasn't to say that Kagami and Torifu didn't value public service —Kagami had been the first of his family line to join the Royal Military Academy in decades and Torifu's noble house had valued military service for longer than many cities in Ingary had existed— but Danzo in particular found it difficult to accept that other people held to standards divergent from his ideals.

It made him something of an asshole at times.

"That's a good point," Hiruzen affirmed, turning halfway towards them. "Kagami, if you'll wait here along with Torifu, Danzo and I will make our way up for an initial introduction. If things go poorly, hopefully the two of you will have more luck speaking with the wizard or letting His Majesty know there's been a complication."

Kagami gave a wordless salute from the ground while Torifu nodded.

The two men watched their fellows climb up the steep hill. Coincidentally enough, as soon as they'd moved far enough away to be outside easy listening distance, Kagami stopped breathing so heavily.

Torifu sent him an unimpressed look. "Finished recovering are you?"

Kagami rolled his eyes, bracing his arms on his knees before wincing, stretching out his spine, and leaning backwards on his elbows. "Did you want to traipse up the hill with the friend I personally vote most likely to offend a magic user into cursing us? Oh, and Hiruzen too."

"Speaking of which," Torifu said, knocking a foot against Kagami's outstretched ankle, "and I mean this in the most platonic and offensive manner possible: fuck you and your big mouth sincerely, Kagami."

"Torifu! You're breaking my heart here." Kagami frowned with false hurt and genuine annoyance. "Besides, I wasn't the one who lost track of our thick-headed friend and his weirdly specific inadequacy issues in time for it to all bite us in the ass once again. You were supposed to keep Danzo out of my curls and away from Witch Mito long enough for me to get Hiruzen set up for this assignment."

"You don't have any curls; you have a mop," Torifu countered, ignoring Kagami's blithe claim of blasphemy at the insult. "And it would have been helpful to know that in advance if you had actually wanted Danzo distracted rather than shoving him at me with a 'introduce him to women for me before he gets married to his own sword.' I am never forgiving you for that mental image."

Kagami stared at Torifu blankly until the Akimichi raised his eyebrows meaningfully. It was obvious when Kagami finally got the euphemism too because he snorted with a disgusted wrinkle of his nose. "That's your own terrible fault not mine, ugh. Ugh. Oh that's wretched. You have just— You have ruined so many things for me, damn you, Torifu. You owe me good liquor for this."

"I owe you nothing. If you hadn't tried to set up Hiruzen so he would be landed with this duty, we wouldn't be here alongside him."

"Hey," Kagami defended, pointing accusingly up the hill at the distant figures. "That is entirely Danzo's fault for butting in unexpectedly. I had told Witch Mito —rightfully!— that Hiruzen was the most charismatic among us who had any experience with magicians. Danzo somehow persuaded her to send the lot of us instead of just that guy and Homura!"

"Did you happen to wax poetic about Hiruzen while speaking with Lady Uzumaki?" Torifu asked rhetorically.

"Why did you have to phrase it that way? We are supposed to be friends, Torifu. Never say that again and what do you think I did?"

Torifu sighed, shaking his head and sitting down on the grassy hill next to Kagami. He removed his cap and gloves and ran fingers through his hair, welcoming the slight breeze from the east. "Well that explains why Danzo felt the need to involve us in this endeavor. Now why were you so determined that we do otherwise?"

"Look at this," Kagami gestured grandly, arm outflung to indicate Upper Folding and its environs. "Look at this quaint, charming, backwater beauty filled with nature and quietude, countryfolk, cow pies, and curses! And all for the very reasonable price of far too long on bloody horses and a guaranteed blemish on our reputations when we fail the King's request. What's not to love?! Especially in comparison with remaining in the capital where we could enjoy Kingsbury's accommodations while pursuing an investigation into that murder spree of minor practitioners. Why, I'd even rate it above traveling to Porthaven to make the same request of Wizard Jenkins—" There was an oddly cynical emphasis on the name "—and that's also bound to failure. However, I suppose being consoled by days on horseback while listening to our dear friends is much preferred to visiting a few of my hospitable relatives who've settled in that seaside village."

"I take your meaning," Torifu said, slapping his cap against the buttoned front of Kagami's wool uniform, stopping the torrent of drama. "Now without prevarication, explain why you're certain we'll fail."

A slight pause. "Well you can't expect success when the man's ignored all messages from His Majesty's Royal Witch before, now can you?"

Torifu yawned, fanning himself with his blue cap and bracing an arm on his knee as he stared at Kagami.

It took a few minutes before Kagami sighed, glancing over his shoulder towards Hiruzen and Danzo's position before looking skyward. "He might... be a cousin of mine."

Torifu considered that. "You are related to Wizard Madara of Folding Valley's Moving Castle?" he asked, seeking confirmation. Kagami shrugged, rubbing the nape of his neck. "You inherited a remarkably modest portion of the family sense of drama, haven't you?"

"Oh ha. You haven't even met any of my family outside my mother. We definitely don't have the same drama surrounding us that perfumes your noble house's politicking, Heir Akimichi," Kagami countered. "Madara's mostly an outlier. He, his foxfire demon, and his new freaky live-in tenant don't count."

"You do realize that Hiruzen at least will notice your family resemblance immediately once the man answers his door?"

Kagami looked terribly unconcerned as he laid down fully, arms folded behind his head. "That requires Madara to actually be there to answer the door, doesn't it?"

"Kagami," Torifu began slowly, temper beginning to surface. "Did we just journey across half the country because you wouldn't tell us the man is traveling elsewhere?"

"Exactly how was I supposed to let you know that without Witch Mito - and the royal family through her - learning that my extended family produced a wizard of Madara's caliber?" Kagami asked skeptically, unperturbed and unrepentant.

"There's no shame in that. Magicians are of great status and use to—" Torifu cut himself off, realization dawning as Kagami stared at him like he'd grown a second head. "Ah."

" 'Ah', indeed!" Kagami exclaimed. "You are perfectly correct that magicians are of great use to the crown! They have such respect and influence that King Hagoromo had to entice the Uzumaki to immigrate to Ingary in order to find a magician willing to take his endorsement as Royal Sorcerer after he finally locked up his lunatic mother!"

Kagami shuddered, blanching a bit at the thought of what his grandmother —frail or not— would do to him if it got out that the Uchiha still had magicians sprouting up here and there. It may have been forty years since the crazy Queen Mother had last had a magician disappeared to do... whatever horrors it was she inflicted on them before their murder, but she was only in seclusion, not dead. The backstreets of the capital still had persistent rumors started by frightened maids that Kaguya looked as young as the day her sons had dethroned her.

If Kagami ruined all of his grandmother and her siblings' past work at getting the magic users of their family to bend to using pseudonyms, he'd be up a creek without a paddle. At best, he'd never hear the end of it. At worst, he'd end up ostracized or turned into some sort of farm animal and left to an undignified life in a pasture or pen owned by one of his mess of cousins.

Kagami had too much to live for to end up as poultry or pork.

"Anyway!" Kagami said, waving a hand and hurrying to move on from the unpleasant topic. "What's done is done. We're all here, Madara is safely off visiting a newborn niece or nephew, we've got some fresh air and sunshine, you'll please never mention this to anyone, and all will be well."

"Fine, but you're getting your lazy self up," Torifu informed him, rising to his own feet. "I'm not clear on why you faked exhaustion to avoid knocking on an empty door but..." Torifu shaded his eyes with a hand and squinted up at the castle. "I thought you said the wizard was absent? They just entered through the front door."

"He is," Kagami confirmed, brushing off his pants. "The creepy cursed tenant must have stayed behind as I expected he would. And for your information, that's why I didn't want to knock rather than laziness - the hill isn't that steep, thank you."

"Cursed?"

"That's what Hikaku says and my cousin's apprenticed under Madara." Kagami shoved his hat back on, folding his arms. "Apparently it's some nasty piece of work - woven through every last wrinkle and hair on the elderly man's body. Lord knows how the fellow actually hiked his way up to the castle. Anyway, Hikaku's got a deft touch and Madara's, well—" Kagami motioned to the enormous, bespelled castle "—he's Madara, but neither of them can pry the curse off the guy or even off his voice box. The first attempt sent him into heart palpitations serious enough that Hikaku's pretty sure it's a death curse twisted from its purpose. Although it's beyond me how a mutated death curse could throw Hashirama Senju back out the door from twenty feet away."

Torifu frowned at that. The Wizard of the Wastes certainly wasn't a lightweight by any means. Torifu had only met him the once when the man had started paying court to Lady Uzumaki, but no one who's trying and beginning to succeed in the ludicrous endeavor of recovering The Wastes into fertile, arable land could be minor hedge wizard. "Could it be related to the Kingsbury murders?"

Kagami started to shake his head but abruptly stopped, licking his lips. "We're halfway across the country," he said slowly, "and the man's supposed to have red eyes which would throw out eye color as a second commonality among the victims. But that's all I know of the case from Homura and Koharu unless they mentioned more details to you...?"

"Just that they all had a touch of magic," Torifu said as he started to climb. "This tenant has magic, right?"

"He has something creepy at least," Kagami muttered behind him. "Hikaku doesn't start drinking so he can falsely complain about reanimated spines crawling up the stairs and dead mice walking themselves into trash bins while teacups instantaneously transport to the creepy man's elbow. I have no idea how he and Madara live wiTH—"

Kagami choked on his words, grabbing the back of Torifu's jacket and shaking him violently. Torifu spun, caught sight of Kagami's aghast expression directed towards their right, and then looked for himself.

The... thing that was squirming up the footpath might have been a scarecrow once upon a moon. Might. Whatever it qualified as now was some bastardized melding of that and something living. Unnatural shifting lumps were half hidden under its tattered, royal blue suit jacket. Vines swung and curled from the cuffs of its ripped shirtsleeves. Thick mobile roots emerged from its jacket in place of a scarecrow's wooden shaft, carrying it swiftly towards them in an undulating movement.

And in horrifying pride of place, replacing the hay-stuffed sack that should have served as its head, a twisted pink bud grew, sharp leaves engulfing its base and wrinkled petals contorted into a distorted face.

The stink of cursed magic wafted off the warped sapling-scarecrow like a chamber pot as it ran at them. They both lunged off the path and out of its way, nearly falling down the hill in their urgency.

"What is that?!" Torifu demanded.

"Why are you asking me?! I don't have magic!" Kagami yelped.

"Your cousin—"

"Distant cousin, distant! And Madara sets things on fire and triggers dramatics with gunk and shadows when he gets aggravated! He doesn't do whatever thoh shit..." Kagami breathed, eyes widening.

Madara's Moving Castle, regardless of the absence of its master, had apparently taken note of the approaching malicious construct. It didn't look too happy about it either, which was not a thought Torifu had ever imagined having about a building before. Numerous windows on the upper levels of the towers had lit up blindingly with the same unnerving magic that was propelling it up onto its crouched legs once more. However, the windows were backlit by a bleeding luminous red glow rather than a black-orange shade, and two openings were left dark in the centers of the glass clusters like gigantic pupils on artificial eyes.

The castle door opened onto sheer nothingness.

"DOWN!"

They both dropped flat to the ground as a fiery tongue-like protrusion shot out of the entrance. It wrapped around the scarecrow and then hurtled back inside with its captive, recoiling at lightning speed. The door slammed, reopened onto the vague image of an entryway, illuminated by the same black-orange light, and with a malicious inhuman cackle that echoed among the hills, three balls of magic were catapulted across the sky.

Two of the fireballs were screaming as they flew towards the horizon. They sounded familiar.

The castle door stayed open for a brief moment as Torifu and Kagami stared wordlessly. There came the faint sound of an old man yelling disapprovingly from inside —something about hospitality and respect— but it was barely audible over the laughter that seemingly emanated from the stonework itself.

Eventually the door snapped shut, but the snickers continued, an undertone of foxlike yips and crackling wood in its voice as the castle casually meandered away.

With caution, they stood up.

"I don't suppose," Torifu started calmly, still staring at the departing castle, "that the sibling your wizard cousin is visiting happens to be nearby?"

"Izuna, uh, Izuna lives nearby in Market Chipping to the south," Kagami replied numbly, staring after the fading smoke trails, two of which had to have been Hiruzen and Danzo. "But it's one of the others having the babe. I don't remember which but they're not here. Do you... do you think it would be faster to return to the capital and ask Witch Mito to borrow those Seven-League Boots prototypes she's working on?"

"Can we track them through the sky?" Torifu asked, pulling his uniform straight.

Kagami eyed the castle's previous location, traced the path the different magic spheres had taken through the sky, and squinted into the distance. "... probably," he conceded.

"Then we'd be better off getting started. You start walking; I'll fetch the horses."

 (Review and reblog if you enjoyed yourself - AO3 link)

[johnnys-so]

I don't think anyone has requested Leo or N! Since there's been too much Hyuk, if you feel like it, can you please do model!au for either Leo or N? Either will be fine!

A/N: hey there nonnie. i apologise but uni has been pretty busy lately. but i finally finished my degree and exams and now im here to fulfill your scenario needs.

N / Hakyeon:

first off, no one ever expected hakyeon to be a model. he’s more of a manager type, or even an idol but he takes up the job completely because he needed the money in college but now, he has slowly come to enjoy it.

when he first got into the scene, the designers and photographers loved him simply because of his unique skin colour. the korean designers were happy enough to try bolder colours that he could pull off better, especially when autumn and winter rolled around

he eventually took the model scene by storm not just for his skin colour but also because he was so self-sufficient

hakyeon makes a habit of showing up on time and personally greeting everyone on set. he’s very bright on set and interacts with everyone and loves discussing concepts with the fashion designers and the coordi noonas

if anything, he’s picked up so many makeup tricks over the years that if they need an extra hand, he’s up for helping with makeup too

he becomes such a sensation and dabbles and shares his opinions on everything - from clothes, to makeup - that eventually a very huge MNC asks him to design and model a new collection

and he couldn’t be more happy except youre his photographer and you honestly are a bit put off by how controlling he can get

for hakyeon, anything less than perfection is not acceptable. (it’s one of the reasons, he’s never changed his manager in all these years because he’s been trained to perfection)

after a lot of banter and grumbling about you difference in opinion, he decided to take you to the place where he got his inspiration from and it turns out, it’s his old university

and when you’re both sitting down in a quiet park, after you’ve taken a few aesthetic shots of the university, he tells you how this is where he began from and he feels like this is where his roots emerge from and you’re like “but wouldn’t you rather get inspiration from your family or your hometown or something like that???”

and he explains how it was here that he learnt to survive on his own and learnt to love himself by putting himself in a profession that meant that he had to show off his body and use his body as a profession and you’re just like “that’s some extreme measure of self love dude”

but you get where he comes from and you finally have THE BEST concept for the photobook

and you surprise hakyeon with a fully well orchestrated on-campus shoot and even convince a few of his lecturers and friends to play along so you can get hakyeon’s pictures like the on-campus hottie/cutie that you lowkey imagine him to be

and by the end of it, when you see him standing below the sakura trees, you just exchange your amazing DSLR for a nice old film camera and he’s like wtf are you doing we need this in HD quality and you just calmly mutter “these are for me hakyeon. you look too ethereal to be put in a photobook” and hakyeon turns into a shy mess ////

Leo / Taekwoon:

taekwoon starts out as the tallest and coldest player of his local soccer team and they even send one of his pictures to the local newspaper to promote for the upcoming game. he really doesn’t mind because he could care less tbh

but then when the soccer team gets picked for the nationals, they need sponsors and they decide to have a calendar and photobook and basically have a photoshoot for a local sports brand to fund them so when the guy comes out to pick a model he straight up picks taekwoon “he looks tall and model-like, he’ll do” and the coach is just like “OFC HE’S OUR STAR PLAYER THE BEST IN THE TEAM HE COULD KICK STEEL I SWEAR” but the sports brand woman doesn’t care she’s just like “yes but he’s also smoldering hot. he’ll do” and thats how the coach flipping corners him after practice and begs him to do the photoshoot even though leo is like no no noooo dont put me in front of a camera i cant do this

the rest of the team begs him “hyung we need equipment and shoes and travel cost and there is no way we can win this if you dont do the photoshoot” and leo can be manly as heck and straight up scare the coach but he cant say no to the youngest and cutest player in his team. he is just so soft for his dongsengs

so thats how leo begins. but soon enough, the netizens go crazy with that spots ad and it becomes a booming brand and everyone wants to know who is this sportsperson with those cat eyes

and people come to scout him to play for their team only because he has so much popularity

and soon enough he becomes more model taekwoon than star striker taekwoon and it hurts him a lot but he also knows the money is necessary and more than anything, his team adores the fuck out of him and so many people come to watch their shows and he’s sure 7/11 people in his team are dating because of him and theyre just so happy

and you meet him at one of those ‘take a picture with our model’ event at the store and you are in line to get his picture and you’re the last one and he just looks so tired after smiling for 90+ selfies and being exposed to screaming high school kids who have no interest in football or the sports brand and just want to see a handsome oppa

so when it’s your turn, leo literally pleading looks at you like ‘pls no dont come up’ and you really wanted to talk to him but siiiggghh he looks so sad and tired so when its your turn you just bow, say sorry and leave and you thought he’d look relieved but he just looks so offended and hurt but you’ve already started walking away

like a few minutes later you’re in some cafe trying to get some food into your system after your long practice and that long line and he suddenly sits in front of you and no greeting straight up asks you “why did you leave like that? did you really not want anything to do with me???” and he sounds like he’s interrogating a murder suspect. you nearly spit your hot chocolate out

and you explain very quickly, very clumsily, that he looked so tired and you didn’t want to burden him. and he’s just like “you just wanted a picture anyway.” and you’re like nooooooo i actually wanted to congratulate you because i come to see your matches and the way you play is so elegant i think youre the best striker ive ever seen and you make me want to practice harder and play better

and leo is shook but also so happy like wow a cute girl who’s healthy and actually admires me for a footballer and not just because im handsome (he really doesn’t think he’s handsome that idiot)

and so he stares at your for like 95786 minutes and sheepishly apologises and you slowly push your hot chocolate forward and say “you look like you need this” and he just nods and sips and eventually you have to go and get yourself another one but oppa taek pays for it and promises he’ll help you practice soon.

[i-love-shannon-bubb]

Every single question you unsociable prick

Shania you are an absolUTE ASS BLOODY HELL1. Who was the last person you held hands with?A girl,, gals being pals :^)2. Are you outgoing or shy?Outgoing3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?My friends4. Are you easy to get along with?I would say so?5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?I would hope so!6. What kind of people are you attracted to?UHM Girls with long hair and light colored eyes? Around my height??7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?One of my friends from college9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?Nope10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?Don’t actually remember lol11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?“SHOOK”12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?!!! “Strangers” By Halsey ft. Lauren Jauregui“That’s My Girl” By Fifth Harmony“Born To Die” By Lana Del Rey“Misery Business” By Paramore“When You’re Gone” By Avril Lavigne

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?Only certain people omggg,,14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?Ehh iffy about that15. What good thing happened this summer?It’s warmer and I can wear as little clothing as I want16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?LOL YEuUP17. Do you think there is life on other planets?Ye

18. Do you still talk to your first crush?Nope19. Do you like bubble baths?Ehhh sometimes20. Do you like your neighbors?I don’t talk to them21. What are you bad habits?I bite my nails and i like attention even if its bad22. Where would you like to travel?Australia!23. Do you have trust issues?Eh depends24. Favorite part of your daily routine?Idk tbh25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?My hips omgg26. What do you do when you wake up?I stay in bed for 10 minutes and evaluate how much I don’t wanna get up at the moment so I use my phone for a little bit27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?Just a tad darker28. Who are you most comfortable around?People I trust29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?Never had an ex30. Do you ever want to get married?Yeah31. Is your hair long enough for a pony tail?Yes sir32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?Lauren Jauregui, Sophie Turner, Natalie Dormer33. Spell your name with your chin.nztasha34. Do you play sports? What sports?Yeah, I swim and I do track and field35. Would you rather live without TV or music?TV36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?Yes37. What do you say during awkward silences?I either laugh or just say something to break it38. Describe your dream girl/guy?LOL Lauren Jauregui39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?H&M, uhh, Hot Topic????40. What do you want to do after high school?Go to college41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?Depends42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?Im just tired43. Do you smile at strangers?YEAH44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?Outer Space45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?Alycia Debnam Carey46. What are you paranoid about?Yikes,, idk if i wanna say,,”47. Have you ever been high?..ye48. Have you ever been drunk?Does being tipsy count?49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?Nope50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?Grey51. Ever wished you were someone else?Yeup52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?My lips53. Favourite makeup brand?I dont wear makeup54. Favourite store?Idk man55. Favourite blog?My blod56. Favourite colour?Grey, Black, Green, Red57. Favourite food? Brazilian food58. Last thing you ate?Pork59. First thing you ate this morning?Oatmeal60. Ever won a competition? For what?yee, a swimming competition for my heats61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?Nope62. Been arrested? For what?Nope63. Ever been in love? Yeah to a famous person64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?FUCK So i met this girl at like a gay prom and like I got her number and snapchat and like we were texting for a few days and we wanted to hang out and so we met up on a friday and we went to one of my school music events and like we left and she drove me home and we were in her car just talking and i went “Wow we didn’t even hold hands” as a joke and then she said “cause you never went to hold mine” and so i held her hand and I SAID THE FUCKING DORKIEST THING EVER I HATE MYSELF and then i said “Lowkey i wanna kiss you” then bam bam chicken and ham i got my first kiss,, highkey if she reads this imma kermit sewerside65. Are you hungry right now?Nope66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?I mean they are my real friends lol67. Facebook or Twitter?What?68. Twitter or Tumblr?Never heard of her69. Are you watching tv right now?No

70. Names of your bestfriends? Nicole, Arleth, Aylin, Gaby, Eileen, thats it p much71. Craving something? What?Murder72. What colour are your towels?Its a yankee towel72. How many pillows do you sleep with?273. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?yeah, 274. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?2..75. Favourite animal?UGH there are too many76. What colour is your underwear?Black77. Chocolate or Vanilla?both78. Favourite ice cream flavour?Cookies n creme79. What colour shirt are you wearing?A Fall Out Boy tank top80. What colour pants?Im wearing shorts81. Favourite tv show?Game Of Thrones82. Favourite movie?Ex Machina83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?The first84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?Mean GIrls85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?Regina George86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?Bruce87. First person you talked to today?LOLL My crush,,88. Last person you talked to today?My two friends Ash and Nicole89. Name a person you hate?One?

90. Name a person you love?My mother91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?Myself92. In a fight with someone?No?93. How many sweatpants do you have?394. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?Uh 5?95. Last movie you watched?Guardians of the Galaxy 296. Favourite actress?Im gonna list a few, Alicia Vikander, Alycia Debnam Carey, Sophie Turner97. Favourite actor?Kit Harington, Michael Cera, Heath Ledger98. Do you tan a lot?not really99. Have any pets?2 dogs and 2 cats100. How are you feeling?Eh101. Do you type fast?Idk102. Do you regret anything from your past?Yes.103. Can you spell well?Yas104. Do you miss anyone from your past?Eh105. Ever been to a bonfire party?yes106. Ever broken someone’s heart?maybe?107. Have you ever been on a horse?|yes108. What should you be doing?I dont even know109. Is something irritating you right now?YEs, myself110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?ye111. Do you have trust issues?eh112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?Myself113. What was your childhood nickname?Nat114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?Yes115. Do you play the Wii?Not anymore, really116. Are you listening to music right now?no117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?Yes118. Do you like Chinese food?Yes119. Favourite book?A Game of Thrones120. Are you afraid of the dark?Hell nah b121. Are you mean?Maybe122. Is cheating ever okay?HELL NO if its on a person, Unless its a test in school then eh i guess

123. Can you keep white shoes clean?Yes

124. Do you believe in love at first sight?Idk125. Do you believe in true love?yes?126. Are you currently bored?yes127. What makes you happy?Many things128. Would you change your name?N0129. What your zodiac sign?Aquarius130. Do you like subway?the food place? Not necessarily 131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?Hes gay so thats a problem132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?No clue133. Favourite lyrics right now?“She doesn’t call me on the phone anymore”134. Can you count to one million?Lets see135. Dumbest lie you ever told?I lied to my mom saying I was hanging out with 4 friends when I was actually hanging out with this girl i like136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?Closed137. How tall are you?5′6″138. Curly or Straight hair?I have Curly139. Brunette or Blonde?I am brunette140. Summer or Winter?Autumn141. Night or Day?Afternoon142. Favourite month?February cause thats my birth month143. Are you a vegetarian?Nope144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?Dark145. Tea or Coffee?Both146. Was today a good day?Yes147. Mars or Snickers?None148. What’s your favourite quote?“Time to stop”149. Do you believe in ghosts?Meh150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? 

“For the first ten minutes, the prisoners were too rattled by the shooting to notice that they were floating through space, the only humans to leave the Colony in almost three hundred years.”-The 100

[petrichorsalon]

I was tagged forever and a day ago by @zerfindung

rules: answer the 20 questions and tag 20 bloggers you’d like to get to know better.

name: Abigail 
nicknames: Abby, Abbygurl, Abs zodiac sign: libra 
height: zerfindung wrote in cm but here in the US its feet sooo... 5′5″ US or 152.4 according to the converter??? orientation: strait nationality: American favorite fruit: Rasberries is my favorite I can eat, Watermelon is my favorite I can’t eat. (I hate allergies) 
favorite season: Autumn 
favorite book: Pictures of Hollis Woods by Patricia Riley Gliff 
favorite flower: Forget-me-nots and Babys Breath favorite scent: I like the smell of wood and industrial areas??? Dunno why. ALSO RAIN BECAUSE RAIN SMELLS GOOD 
favorite color: Dark pink leaning toward Muave 
favorite animal: Frogs tbh. But also Cats coffee | tea | hot cocoa: Iced Tea but in the winter Hot Cocoa is A+ 
average sleep hours: 7 
cat or dog person: cat 
favorite fictional character: I love Peridot... a lot and Kyoko Mogami is my spirit animal number of blankets you sleep with: 3 
dream trip: Ummm, probably places with good museums honestly I just like going places. I lowkey want to go to Vietnam and New Zealand tho. blog created: January 2015 but I accidentally deleted my old blog thus I had to start a new one, that one was created around August 2013?? Almost 5 years on here. lol.  
number of followers: Okay but I love this: “225 i’m a local organic farmer. i dont do monocultures aka fandom-specific or aesthetic-only side blogs. s u p p o r t  m e” I love you! I personally have 292 (I have a feeling that will probs drop as I post more of my own thoughts lol)


random fact: I’m writing my own comic! I have 12 pages almost done! Its written with my sister @murder-by-de-fault

I’m not tagging anyone for this one since I tagged everyone in the last one. You can do it if you want. :3