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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 months ago

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Give and Take 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, stalking, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Steve Rogers

This AU is called Watcher Anonymous and will include different series for different characters. This is our introduction to Steve and Charity

Summary: the women’s shelter harbours a particularly suspicious character.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

Another dull day. Steve’s tired. He never sleeps well, but lately, he’s been kept up not only by the pesky feline that shares his space, but its owner. His roommate is even more restless than him. He didn’t think it was possible for anyone to be more addled than himself.

He yawns and pushes back a stray blond lock as it falls down his forehead. As he does, the tip tickles his too big nose. If only the rest of him had caught up to that beak.

He mills by the fourteenth-century altar pieces and ponders a coffee. The break room pods give him heart burn and caffeine makes him jitter. Still, that cafe down the block is pretty popular. He hears a lot of patrons talking about it.

The silence is punctuated by a steady cadence of steps. Little taps that pluck at his brain. He recognises the footfalls. As he turns, Charity sweeps around in a shade of yellow that would put a canary to shame. She wears it well; a wrap dress with a bow on one hip, a pair of white mary jane heels, and a white purse decorated with lilacs.

He hesitates and thinks of hiding. His mind is racing. How did she get there? Why is she there? Is this some coincidence? He’s not stupid. It’s not for him. He’s not ready for her.

“Steve!” She waves as she flits towards him, “hi. It’s me.”

Her excitement startles him. He doesn’t know what to do. Did he fall asleep? Is this a dream?

“Uh, h-hey, what are you doing here?” He clears his throat as his voice turns creaky.

“You said you worked at the museum and it reminded me how I’ve been meaning to come down. I have the day off so...” she pauses and looks around. “Oh, gee, it’s so quiet around here.” She flutters her fingers along her chin bashfully, “I’ve just come in here squawking like a bird.” She glances down, “looking like one too.”

She giggles. His cheeks burn. Can she see?

“I-- I like the dress. Pretty colour. Pretty on you,” he stutters and swallows a cringe, giving a heavy blink. “Er. Uh. A tour?”

“Oh, you are so nice. Thank you. Patti at work said the dress was like Sesame Street,” she trills. “And I would love a tour around. I have to be honest, I wandered into the dinosaur room.”

He chuckles. She has a way of easing him even as she makes his heart pound. That’s what he likes about her. The way she talks to the women at the shelter, listens to them, and cheers up the kids with her finger puppets. She’s just a natural at everything.

“I’ll try not to knock anything over,” she moves clear of triptych, pressing her skirt smooth to flatten the volume. It only enhances the curve of her hips. His mouth fills with saliva. He thinks of her sitting on the floor with him and how she didn’t realise her panties peeked out when she shifted around.

“We’ll go slow,” he says and spins, shakily brushing his palms over his hair.

“So, er, what’s your specialty? Do you have one of those?” She catches up to him, walking shoulder to shoulder. Like a friend. No, he wants more. “I don’t know much about the academ—academ-i-a,” she struggles with the word, “but I like to read about history.”

“Hm, I my undergrad, I focused on art masters, I focused on revolutionary depictions...” he explains, “but I dabble around. Medieval stuff was always more interesting but oversaturated.”

She does that. She makes you talk without thinking. And he knows what he’s talking about. That makes it easy. Even with her.

“Oh, wow, I just got a book on the War of the Roses... Wars. Plural, I forget,” she chimes. “It was on sale. I’ve never read much about that.”

“I think it’s interesting, as long as you can keep your kings straight,” he says. He pauses at the picture of a plump Venus. Her eyes stray over and she gasps. “Oh, she’s so pretty. Look... the way the paint is textured...”

She steps closer to admire the strokes. He tends to focus on something else. He watches her eyes as she fawns over the centuries-old art. The delicate hours, days, weeks, even years of someone’s life. He glances at the Venus then at Charity. If she thinks the deity is gorgeous, she should look in the mirror.

“Barely escaped the Bonfires,” he intones. “They burned art at the orders of the Pope. Blasphemy and all that. Strange how iconoclasm has such nuance.”

She nods and turns to smile at him, “you’re so smart. You must know everything.”

He gives a bashful grin. “Not really.” He doesn’t know how to talk to women. Especially her. He doesn’t know how to be taller, stronger, or handsome. He doesn’t even know what else to say.

“You know, I’m getting such good ideas.” She says.

“Ideas?” He wonders.

“Oh, yes, I have some scarves,” she slithers her hand down her figure, “I could bring some draping back into style.”

She giggles. He laughs at her joke. If she really wanted to recreate the paintings, he’d have them request a showing of The Sleeping Venus...

“This one...” he distracts himself as he turns to another painting, “uses a sfumato. See how the shading is so soft--”

She listens intently and marvels at the next piece. She nods along with his explanation as he goes on, pointing out the tiny little error he always fixated on.

“I would’ve never noticed,” she tilts her head. “You have a good eye.”

“Well, I could never paint something as nice as that, flaws and all,” he shrugs.

“You paint?” She asks.

He winces. He shrugs. “Sometimes. Just a hobby. I prefer pencil and paper.”

“Wow. That’s so cool. They’re having painting classes down at this studio across town. I’ve done a bit of work for their promotions... which don’t launch until next week so don’t tell anyone.” She smiles guiltily. “But yeah, I was thinking of it.”

“That’s... fun,” he says. “I’ll keep an eye out.”

“Really? Well, let me know if you’re interested. I feel a bit ridiculous going alone.” She sweeps around to look at a statue of the archangel. “Wow, all these things... to think they’ve been around so long.”

As she dotes over the art, he is transfixed by her. She is the art. She is made exactly for him.

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kitten4sannie · 1 year ago

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ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ꜱᴛᴀᴋᴇ

ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ/ᴏʀɢᴀꜱᴍ ᴅᴇɴɪᴀʟ ➠ ꜱᴇᴏɴɢʜᴡᴀ

pairing: vampire lord! seonghwa x human! reader (fem) feat. a two second cameo from vampire! san

genre: abo, kinda historical (think guilded era vibe but vampires and humans coexisting kinda), smut

summary: you decide to play with your master’s feelings during the annual masquerade ball held between vampires and occasionally their human counterparts.

w.c: 2.5k

warnings: alcohol usage, mentions of blood, general vampirism/hierarchies, dom! seonghwa, bratty! reader fucks around and finds out, dirty talk, ownership kink, exhibitionism/voyeurism, praise/degradation, possessiveness, pet names/name calling, manhandling, blood drinking, groping, rough blowjob, spit mentions, fingering, orgasm denial, facial, cum eating, unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie, l bombs

a/n: im obsessed with the idea of criminally insane cunty vampires so i sat hunched over like a damn shrimp and typed up a storm tyvm. also !!! this fic is dedicated to my dear friend orion @pluvialorion ilysmmmm ughh i hope you enjoy >< <33

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“Those two are always up to something, I swear. It’s so troublesome,” one old age vampire muttered, complaining about you and your vampire Master to the person standing besides her outside of the ballroom circle. She adjusted her masquerade mask, put off by the sight of you downing a glass full of expensive wine. “Why the council ever decided to allow humans to attend our annual blood balls is beyond me.”

“They always cause a scene,” the other old age vampire agreed, turning his head to watch as you whimsically made your way across the dance floor in your heavy laced dress, taking the hand of any vampire that wanted to dance with you, while your Master watched from the side with growing annoyance. “It’s unsightly.”

“Yes, it’s completely inappropriate, the way they act like they’re the main characters inside some overdone fictional novel,” she scoffed, the vampiress getting herself worked up over nothing, her fingers clenching around her own wine glass filled with a blood blend.

“You hit the nail on the head, or should I say the stake,” the undead gentleman chuckled, one hand on his hip, the other tilting his wine glass back to drink down its bloody contents, watching you trade one dance partner for another, surprised that you were letting a new age vampire get so handsy with you. “Oh, here we go.”

Seonghwa reached up to brush at his flowy raven hair in a frustrated manner, his furrowed brows and scrunched-up face not doing much to dispel your current goal in pissing off your Master in hopes that he would chase you across the castle grounds and fuck you into oblivion. “You’re asking for it, little lamb…” he mumbled to himself, the bright red hue in his eyes growing brighter by the second.

“I didn’t realize you were interested in me, Miss Y/N. Care to forget about your sour, old age counterpart over there and spend the night with me?” the charming, feline-like vampire you were using whispered into your ear, holding your body impossibly close to his as you both slowly rotated together in timed circles according to the flow of the orchestra music that was playing throughout the large ballroom.

“Oh, Mr. Choi, try not to puff out your chest just yet,” you murmured back with faux pity, clasping your fingers around his cheeks, feeling his fingers inch closer and closer to your ass, able to feel the fiery gaze of your lover from afar. “You’re simply a puppet for my amusement.”

The vampire scoffed, still finding it inside himself to twirl you around and bring you back into his arms, his fingers clasping around your waist a little tighter than before, clearly irritated. “That’s quite rude of you, human. You could’ve lied.”

“Does it matter? I’m not trying to impress you,” you huffed, eyeing Seonghwa out of the corner of your vision, noticing the way he clutched the edge of the aged mahogany table being used to showcase various blood-filled desserts. Just as the vampire was about to speak up, you shook your head, silencing him. “Just hurry up and grab my ass, will you? And grab it hard. I want Seonghwa to–Oh!”

The peeved vampire did indeed get a handful, his fingers sinking deep into your squishy flesh through your dress, leaning over your shoulder to make eye contact with Seonghwa, who was fuming, still having the gall to stick his tongue out at him.

An intoxicating mix of anger and arousal coursed through Seonghwa to the point that it all spilled out of him at once, resulting in a short, aggressive shout, the other patrons looking over their own shoulders to see what was going on. Sadly, they weren’t very surprised to watch him lift up the side of the heavy dessert table and toss it across the room with a frightening amount of ease, narrowly missing the heads of the orchestra members.

You let go of San who quickly scampered away, not wanting to feel the vampire lord’s intense wrath. You, however, took pride in seeing the way your lover was seething, how he pierced you with his dark crimson eyes and delightfully suffocating pheromones alone, his white, elongated fangs already on display for you, knowing he wished he could just sink them directly into the most delicate parts of your body.

“Why are you so angry, my love?” you called out to him with faux naivety, giving him a pout, motioning to the mess that had spilled onto the sheer marble floor. “You ruined all those lovely desserts.”

“And almost took the head off of a violin player, but I digress,” the older vampire from before murmured to her friend, the both of them chortling softly to themselves.

“Oh, you know what you’ve done, darling,” Seonghwa tsked from across the room, taking slow, deliberate steps in your direction, his high-heeled shoes clacking lightly against the pristine floor, most of the other patrons stepping out of his way. “I have a question for you. Do you know what happens to pretty things that disobey their Masters?”

You brought your hand up to lift off your masquerade mask just in time for Seonghwa to stand directly in front of you, his lean, elegant frame towering over yours. “I’m unaware of the answer, dearest. Do pray tell.” Your face twisted into something that could only be described as smug. Seonghwa wanted to wipe that expression off your face and turn it into something more worthwhile — flushed, contorted with a lovely mix of pain and pleasure, and painted in his cum.

“They get punished, my sweet. So, I suggest you hike up that lovely dress I bought you and get to running.”

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There was something so exhilarating about having the love of your life chase after you, knocking over furniture and pushing other vampires out of the way just to get his hands on you. You would look back occasionally, catching glimpses of the hazy blood-lust in Seonghwa’s eyes, resulting in a fresh wave of slick between your thighs.

Somewhere along the line, you had ended up in the castle garden, your bare feet hitting the soft grass, having lost your heels during your chaotic trek there. Panting softly, your breath hitting the cold night air, you realized you were surrounded by chipping marble statues of vampires of the past, a maze of blood-red roses covered in thorns surrounding a sleek stone gazebo, and thousands of constellations sitting in the dark sky above you.

“Caught you, little lamb…” you heard in a deep, gravelly voice, shivers making their way up your spine. Seonghwa took slow steps near you, finding it amusing how you trapped yourself in a corner, his entire being pulsing with sexually-charged aggression. “But you wanted this, didn’t you? You want me to have my way with you, don’t you, sweetheart?”

Rather than replying verbally, you simply held up the front of your dress, showing off your plump, slicked-up cunt for his viewing pleasure, your lips twisted up into a perverted smile, lust practically emanating from your form. “What do you think, my love? Does my wet cunt give you any hints?”

Before you knew it, Seonghwa had you pinned to the side of the gazebo, one hand on your shoulder to keep you still with his immense strength and the other underneath your hiked-up skirt, fucking you deep with two agile fingers, not concerned with the occasional passerby, some of them slowing down to witness the titillating sight of a vampire lord punishing his human counterpart.

“I can feel you squeezing around my fingers, sweet. Is my poor little lamb already falling apart for me?” he asked with faux pity against your neck, sucking your soft flesh into his mouth to leave a mark, piercing them lightly with his fangs. “Is it because anyone can come by and see the way I have my hand up your skirt and hear the pretty little moans that you’re making for your darling?”

“N-ooo, it’s because it’s you, Seonghwa,” you sighed out softly, a familiar heaviness filling your core until your legs went wobbly, moaning from the feeling of Seonghwa gulping down just enough of your life source to make you pleasantly dizzy, his fingers still slipping in and out of your leaking cunt.

“Mm, it’s a pity though. I wish Mr. Choi knew just how quick I can make your pretty cunt leak all these juices onto me,” he purred against your soft skin, slurping your arousal from his fingers before cupping his palm onto your hot cunt, lightly moving it over your clit, knowing he was pleasuring you just enough to make you squirm, but aware that your much-needed orgasm had faded away due to his control.

He brought his still dripping fingers up to your mouth, pleased that you obediently sucked your own slick off of them, his gaze flitting between your lips and love-struck eyes. “He’ll never see you like this. See the way you need me in every possible way I can have you…”

“It’s only for you to see, my love,” you replied lovingly, pressing your lips onto his, drawing Seonghwa into you like a moth to a blazing flame.

You shared a series of frenzied, heated kisses that consisted too much of tongue, teeth, and fangs, your hand slipping into Seonghwa’s loosened satin trousers to swiftly jerk him off, his abundant pre-cum squishing in between your closed fingers, your quick, unrelenting grip causing him to wobble a bit, the thick edges of his heeled shoes sinking further into the grass below. “Feels so good, doesn’t it, Hwa? You’re so hard for me, throbbing, leaking so much…”

“Fuck–I need you, darling, need you bare for me, need your pretty mouth around my cock,”Seonghwa groaned out onto your lips, nipping at it enough to get a small taste of iron on his own crimson stained ones. Without a word, he tore your dress from your body, pearls falling from your broken necklace and landing around your feet. You gasped. He clasped his hands around your corseted waist, bringing his face near your neck, his lips just barely touching your skin. “On your knees, my love.”

You melted to the floor, reaching up to hold onto his hips, watching his cock spring out once his pants lowered past his v-line, eventually holding it in front of your drooling mouth. You studied him, your eyes traveling up his shiny, curved length to his pronounced pink head, sticking your tongue out to catch a drop of his pre-cum on your tongue. “It’s so pretty, Hwa…”

“I know it is, sweetheart. Now, open up,” he exhaled softly, slipping his slender fingers into your soft hair to clutch the sides of your head, plugging your mouth up with his thick cock.

Seonghwa fucked your face so quickly, so sloppily, so desperately, he reached his end in a matter of minutes, bringing you down onto his cock until your nose pressed into his pelvis, feeling your throat contracting around him. “Fuck, you drive me mad, darling…I’m already about to cum….”

It was when he was able to smell the endless slick that dripped out of your needy cunt, that Seonghwa pulled out, rubbing his cockhead across your lips and smearing his pre-cum across your face, ruining the perfect state of your makeup. “You look so pretty, my love, but I know how to make you look even more divine for me…”

“Enlighten me, my dear,” you sighed lovingly, licking the warm saltiness from your lips.

“Watch closely. This is all for you, darling…” Seonghwa gazed down at you with his crimson, hooded eyes, his chest rising and lowering with shallow breaths, using his closed hand to milk his flushed cock, seemingly endless splashes of cum landing onto your face. “Mm, what do you think Mr. Choi would think of you now, little lamb? Think of your lovely face painted with my cum?”

“He’d think I was a mess,” you mused, licking the bitter milkiness from your swollen lips, opening your mouth to take one last spurt of cum onto your tongue when Seonghwa moaned wantonly, his fingers squeezing near the pinkish tip. “He’d know I’m yours.”

“My mess, my beautiful darling. Of course he’d know you’re mine. All mine,” Seonghwa sighed dreamily, lowering himself to his knees to pull you in for a deep kiss, your tongues and lips meeting with fervent need.

“You think he’d enjoy watching you fuck me into ecstasy?” you asked in between heavy breaths and kisses, hooking your thighs around his bare waist, slipping your hands onto the bare skin of his chest past his loose blouse, your fingers grazing his nipples.

“I’d take off his head, before I’d let him watch the way your cunt stretches open for me,” Seonghwa groaned, groping down your body, rubbing two fingers against your slippery folds, his fangs returning to your neck, this time indulging his instincts and slipping inside you, resulting in soft throes of pleasure from the both of you. “Speaking of, your little cunt needs my cock, doesn’t it? Is that why you’re so wet?”

“Yes, please, I can’t stand being empty any longer, my love,” you whined to him, your squelching cunt already beginning to clench around his thrusting fingers, wishing his cock was filling you up instead.

“You won’t be able to cum with just my fingers, will you, darling? Because your lovely body is only accustomed to my cock, isn’t it? Made for it, hm?” Seonghwa continued to tease you with his words, curling his digits inside you, resulting in increasingly heavy moans from his one and only, encouraging him to fuck you faster with them. “Fuck, you’re clenching so hard around me, darling. You’re so good for me…”

“Oh–my god, so close…”

“Yeah? You want to spill your cum all over me, Y/N? Make a mess of me?” Seonghwa encouraged breathily, his forehead pressed to yours, pressing his lips against yours in between moans.

“Y–esss…”

Just as you were about to cum, you were suddenly filled with a devastatingly empty feeling, realizing he had pulled his fingers out and brought them to his mouth, sucking your vast amounts of slick off of them. “N-no, please, Seonghwa, I want to cum…!”

“You’ll have to cum on my cock, sweetheart. Now, be good and take it,” he replied softly, his voice devoid of pity, the ridged edge of his cock hooking onto your clit and making you jolt, before he slipped inside you inch by inch, sending you back into a pleasurable fog. “I’ll breed you until you’re full for me.”

“So full, I’m so full, darling.” You hooked your arms around his neck, holding him impossibly close, his lips already attached to your neck again, shuddering against him as he drank down your life-source, his cock offering your cunt a delicious stretch each time he pounded into you. “So good, Hwa, it feels so good…”

“Because we were made for each other, my love, our souls always intertwined, forever, you’ll always be mine,” Seonghwa reminded you in between pants and soft moans, his raven hair already plastered to his forehead with sweat, love and admiration seeping its way through his lust-struck gaze, kneading his hands into your thighs, your warm, sopping-wet cunt enveloping his cock so tightly, he couldn’t keep himself from unloading wave after wave of his hot cum inside you, so deeply it reached your womb. “Fuck, you’re milking my cock, darling, just take it all, take it all for me…”

You couldn’t say anything, only letting out a near soundless whine, clutching the back of Seonghwa’s head, never breaking eye contact as you experienced what could only be described as pure bliss, your bodies and hearts melting together. “I love you, Seonghwa, so much,” you finally got out, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I love you too, Y/N, more than you’ll ever know,” he replied just as softly, carefully cupping your heated face with his cold hands, like he was afraid you would shatter into a thousand pieces and fall away from his grasp. Seonghwa was completely flushed, his long raven hair now a mess, sticking to his sweaty face, his plush lips a deep red. “Now do you see what you do to me, darling?”

You nuzzled into him, your heart beating against his quiet one, the cool night breeze gracing your warm, joined skin, knowing you wouldn’t have it any other way. “I think I have an idea.”

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judasgot-it · 11 months ago

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Can I please get a headcanon of Mushitaro with a reader who has a clingy cat that doesn't like him? Lmao

The cat tried to sneak into the reader's side before Mushi could and tried to get/steal the reader's attention away from him. Sometimes if he tried to touch the cat, it hissed at him.

this hurts, I love cats. also, what a cockblock.....like fr i would be crying bro (i would deadass beef with a cat idgaf)

Scenario: Mushitaro has beef with your cat. You don't really notice it, though...

Today was Sunday.

The day of the sabbath - the day where you both were free, and where Mushitaro could finally spend the night at your place.

Usually you would stress yourself out when he did this. Always trying to be accommodating, there were twenty different ways you would try and make yourself die of a heart attack by trying to be perfect.

Mushitaro tried to ease your fears.

He helped you clean, he brought you dinner, and hell, he even did your laundry when you forgot about it because you were so stressed about him visiting.

Your perfectionism was sweet. You cared so much.

Mushitaro wished you would just sit down and relax, though. It was as if he was on an endless uphill battle. Maybe watch a show and just...enjoy the moment.

Somehow, your cat did that better than him. The cat seemed to do everything better.

You didn't mean to do that, obviously. But when it came to affection, your cat was always first.

Cuddling? The cat was there.

Hugs? The damn cat got in the way.

Kissing? Trying to even hold your hand? Well no, fuck that, because your damn precious cat had to start singing the song of his people.

God. He hated that cat.

What's worse? You named it Spoon.

How is he supposed to get mad at an asshole named Spoon? The idiot looked adorable with his weird face, but he was a jackass named Spoon.

Mushitaro couldn't compete. Not when you were cuddling him right now, when you had a perfectly good boyfriend right there. He was third-wheeling his own girlfriend and her stupid cat named Spoon.

"Mushi? What are you doing over there? Come join us."

You sat up from the couch, cradling your precious spoon as if he were a baby and not a disgusting mongrul who had been licking his balls only an hour ago. He didn't even bother to look at the man, instead chewing on your hair as if it were his own personal chew toy.

"Oh. Sorry, got lost in thought." He didn't want to admit that he was thinking about his rage towards your feline friend, but it was whatever. He could deal with it. The man dealt with a lot of things, and an annoying cat was not even close to the top of the list.

Striding over, he awkwardly positioned himself on the couch, taking what little space remained from between the armrest and your feet. As cheeky as you were, you yawned and stretched, scorching a little closer until your legs were firmly placed across his lap.

The man smiled and rubbed your calf, feeling the scabs of one of Spoon's brutal attacks from a week ago.

You loved too much. It caused you a lot of pain.

Leaning down, he kissed along the thin dotted line, smiling as he felt your skin turn into goosebumps at the feeling.

"Mushi...oh..."

"I'm kissing it better."

He looked up at you, seeing your face flush at his actions. He tried his best to ignore Spoon, who had started to paw and knead at your stomach as he tried to have any moment with you.

God. Spoon needs to learn when it was the right time.

"C'mere. Please? I wanna cuddle you."

Your arms were wide open, fingers tapping along your palms as you tried to pull him closer to you with invisible puppet strings.

For once, Spoon might have gotten the message, as he stepped away, leaving Mushitaro grinning as he pulled you into his arms, placing his face right into your chest.

Your hands travelled up along his back, and he felt a sigh escape his body - almost like a whine, and it made him so grateful that you couldn't see his face right now. God, it was embarrassing what you did to him. How uneasy you unravelled him.

Somewhere he heard the little bell, but he ignored it as focused on your touch and on your smell - how your hair was so soft against his forehead, and how your body was made to perfectly fit against his.

God. Your cat could not ruin this right now.

I lowkey feel like I fell off lmao. Again. Idk university is about to start so lets hope I somehow find time to write 😭

also tagging @seizuki , any other mushitaro fans like and subscribe fr gotta find all 12 of you so i can tag you in my fics

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soviet-furries · 6 months ago

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Species index

canine

feline

avian

rabbit

rodent

hedgehog

bear

equine

suid

bovid

caprine

cervid

mustelid

pinniped

elephant

monkey

raccoon

marsupial

bat

cetacean

reptile

dragon

amphibian

fish

arthropod

plant

critter

Decade

30s

40s

50s

60s

70s

80s

90s

post-ussr

Other tags

puppet

editors pick

walk cycle

#ignore this is bookkeeping lol #not all of these links have posts for now

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sullyfortress · 5 months ago

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Oel ngati kameie Mama Sully :3, good to see you again :3

I had a crazy avatar idea...(Mostly about the Na'vis)

Here we go again....

What if there were Na'vis (Avatars), hybrids with Big Cats? (Like tigers, lions, jaguars, leopards, snow leopards, etc.)

What if there were avatars (Na'vis) with DNA from sea creatures? Like the Tulkuns, or any sea creature from Pandora or Earth?(They would have, let's say, attributes of each animal, for example, if it was a swordfish, it would swim faster in the water, etc.)

Is there a creature that resembles the leviathan to the Na'vis? :0

This idea is a bit crazy (I admit), but what if there were androids Na'vis, who use them to collect data and information about the Na'vis tribes, and they return to the humans, so that they can attack the Na'vis?

Could it be that there are Na'vis (from the seas), but from the deep seas of Pandora? (Like the Mariana Trench), and would they have additional characteristics?

It's a bit of a crazy idea of mine, but what if, for example, they used big cat heads, instead of Na'vis heads (avatars), and had the DNA mixed with the big cats(Technically, a Na'vi is like a feline, only humanoid, but ok). About the connection, the Na'vis(Avatars)/Big Cat hybrids, their connection would be through the tail itself, but in the head (In the middle, from the back of the head), Until the The shoulders, there is the queue, where you can connect there too, with the creature and with anything else (related to Pandora, the hybrid queue is the same size as the normal Na'vis queues).

About the Na'vis/Big Cats Hybrids, They would have the "powers" of the big cat that they have their DNA mixed with, for example, if it is a black jaguar, it could have darker skin, to camouflage itself well, and help when hunting, all Avatar/Big Cat hybrids have night vision (because all big cats have it), and they have those Paw pads (on the palm and fingers), and all have retractable claws, Besides, I also thought about them having fur, They also, let's say, have improved attributes than many Conventional avatars (all their attributes are improved), for example, they can run at the speed that their big cat DNA has...

That's all I've been thinking, in fact I mentioned you in one of my posts, because I loved seeing your fanarts of the ash tribe, for me that's Canon, you have fantastic art! ��🫶🏽. Feel hugged too, because you deserve this hug, for helping me that day, that's it, take care of yourself and a fantastic hug mama Sully! Remember: Oel ngati kameie 🫂

I am beyond behind in my inbox asks so I am slowly picking through them and I saw this and GASPED because I love the idea of merging animals into weird Na'vi hybrids. I mean Na'vi in general are inspired heavily by cats - fact - so yes I have already heavily been pulling from cats in designing them and figuring out features. Cool ideas here. Androids are already in James Cameron's toolbox so I 100% can see android/Na'vi's being a thing when human drivers become unreliable. Like imagine how much of a mind fuck that would be for Na'vi? Like Avatar's alone was a perversion of their species, but then if Ai/robotic looking Na'vi were made that could possibly mimic language perfectly and be essentially indestructible and numb to Na'vi(Because lets be real any Avatar with half a soul switches teams eventually) they would be beyond confused.

'Like the sky people who made fake bodies for themselves of our people, now have made fake our people people who only obey them and are not actually puppet sky people but some sort of monstrosity.'

like however you translate that into Na'vi.

#avatar the way of water #avatar way of water #au avatar headcannon #im behind on everything fml

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bbu-fan-blog · 4 months ago

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Billie Bust Up ‘I’ve Had Enough of You’ song reveal trailer, developer diary

Publisher Humble Games and developer Giddy Goat Games have released a new trailer and composer developer diary for musical 3D platformer Billie Bust Up revealing the new song “I’ve Had Enough of You.”

Here is an overview of the game, via Humble Games:

About A showstopping 3D platforming musical. Embark on a magical, musical odyssey in Billie Bust Up, a 3D platformer inspired by your favorite timeless, tuneful, and imaginative animated films. Play the lead role as an adventurous and headstrong young goat named Billie on a quest to follow in her long-lost father’s hoofsteps and reclaim a powerful magic. Alongside your mystic axolotl mentor Aristotle and playable pet fox Oscar, you’ll explore strange realms, take on showstopping villains with their own unforgettable songs, master incredible magical powers, and discover a darkly fantastic world where skillful gameplay and memorable music are harmoniously intertwined. Key Features

Move to the Music – Put your platforming and musical talents in the spotlight in fun, challenging rhythm-based battles. Attacks drop to the beat, and lyrics clue you in to what’s coming next.

An Enchanting Ensemble – Ghosts. Feline smugglers. Puppets. Adventure alongside a charming cast of brave heroes and sinister villains, each with their own complex backstories and personalities.

For the Young at Heart – Fanciful fantasy with thrills, humor, pathos, and heart. Discover a tale of friendship, family, and the shadowy secrets that sometimes lurk behind the most vibrant exteriors.

Showstopping Songs – Each main character has their own signature song revealing their personality and motive. Bust out your own vocals with an optional sing-a-long mode for every song!

Incredible Magic Powers – Tap into a symphony of awesome abilities to take on the world’s challenges. Glide over obstacles with your umbrella wand. Conjure shields, ice, and distracting decoys.

A Welcoming World – Accessibility features like user interface color and sizing options, assist modes, and options for visual and audio cues help ensure more people can join the fun.

Watch the trailer and developer diary below.

“I’ve Had Enough of You” Song Reveal Trailer

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Composer Developer Diary

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#Billie Bust Up #Humble Games #Giddy Goat Games #Youtube

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demelzathemer · 9 months ago

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My Heart Is a Haunted House

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘈𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘴𝘦𝘴, 𝘗𝘢𝘺𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥 + 𝘗𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘪, 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘛

@dbdpromptober Day 7: Blood (words: 1600)

First Previous Next

(We All End Up Remains of the Day)

“Now that’s a story,” said a disembodied, purring voice.

There was a burst of violet flames on the counter and then, there was a cat. Charles let out a startled laugh. The Cat’s yellow eyes pierced him, before it sauntered past him to Edwin.

“A story of the ages,” it said with flair and ignored Charles’ bewildered staring.

“Of love, trust and betrayal most vile.”

The way the Cat sat back on its hindlegs to emphasize with its paws made Charles suppress another laugh.

“We don’t need to do all that,” Edwin said bitterly, like this conversation had been over with many times.

“Oh, but we do,” the Cat gasped theatrically, “how else is the fiancée here supposed to know anything about you, dove?”

Edwin sulked, rolling his eyes. Charles was far too amused watching the enigmatic Talking Cat that swayed its way across the counter like it was its personal catwalk. Jenny leaned back on the shelves, completely unbothered by anything that was happening.

The Cat twisted its sleek body in a way that probably wasn’t possible, the candlelight hitting ink black fur and making it shine. Then it leapt into the air and before it hit the ground, the violet flames had swallowed it again.

The flash of fire reappeared on top of the piano. But instead of a cat, it was a man with slicked black hair in finger waves. He was wearing a luscious satin robe with a fur trim, loosely tied around his waist.

He snapped his fingers in the air.

“Hit it, boys,” he smirked, lounging on the piano, eyes fixed on Charles and Edwin.

The skeleton sitting there jerked into action, hitting a rhythmic tune on the piano.

“Please, pay him no mind,” Edwin leaned over to Charles. “He does this every time someone asks.”

“Hey!” The Cat yowled, getting everyone’s attention.

He leapt on to his feet between the band, summoning a spotlight on him with another snap of his fingers. The bass, the sax and the xylophone made out of bones came alive around him, the skeletons reanimated by their love of music.

“Give me a listen, you corpses of cheer

Least those of you who still got an ear”

There was a mischievous grin on the Cat’s lips when he sauntered over, the crowd parting before him. He approached Edwin, standing eye to eye with him when the other was sitting down. Charles saw his gaze flash yellow, with slit feline pupils.

“I’ll tell you a story, put you out of your gloom

Of our own tenaciously gentle corpse groom”

His hand brushed a caress on Edwin’s cheek, before reluctantly pulling back. Edwin’s expression was steely, without betraying any emotion.

Charles wasn’t sure what was going on but he was stoked they had a song about Edwin. The tune was plenty dramatic, like something from a soap opera, performed with the same fervor.

The Cat turned with a flash, reappearing on his spot on the raised stage. Multicolored spotlights danced around him, breaking off and stretching the shadows.

“Well

Our son is a sweetheart and a real catch, too

Dreaming of a boy he could call his boo”

Behind him on the wall, a silhouette of a young man appeared, moving like a puppet, representing Edwin.

Charles moved to take a sip of his drink while keeping his eyes on the show, when Edwin put his fingers on the rim of his glass. When he gave him a puzzled look, Edwin’s eyes were serious.

“You must know about the rule of eating or drinking anything while visiting,” he leaned in with a low murmur, close to Charles’ ear.

Charles put down the glass discreetly. He wasn’t sure what Edwin was referencing, but he had a feeling it was better to listen.

“Then here’s a new guy, an older lad

Who could've guessed his heart was bad”

The Cat summoned another shadow figure on the wall. The taller man circled Edwin’s puppet like a shark.

“He fell for a man with grace and tact!

With violence and greed, now that’s a fact

For he was a fake, his plan’s so foul

Told him to pack, now where art thou?”

The Cat’s voice roared, his tale enrapturing the audience. Everyone except Charles probably knew this already, but every soul inside the bar was holding in their shocked gasps.

“Down to the basement he took our son”

The Cat lowered his voice, the lights going down. A shiver traveled up Charles’ spine, making him shift uncomfortably.

“For he knew already that he had won”

Yellow eyes shone in the darkness. Not once had Charles been scared here, but looking at those eyes, he grasped a hint of a much scarier, much more powerful nature. He was suddenly aware that he was the only person here who was alive.

Everyone else had already met their demise. And some of those fates were unfair, violent or sudden. Anyone could die, at any time, without a warning. It only took a moment of bad luck, one misstep or an ill-advised decision. Sometimes it was as simple as trusting the wrong person.

“And then?” Came a breathy question from the dark, urging the Cat to reveal the twist.

“The shadow looms”, the Cat whispered. Edwin’s silhouette flickered on the wall, looking around, confused.

“And then?” Another one demanded.

“There’s nothing there.” The basement is empty. Behind Edwin’s back, the man’s shadow grows larger and more beast-like.

“And then?!”

The Cat’s eyes are somber. Charles wasn’t sure if he imagined it, but he could swear that gaze was fixed on Edwin.

“Then, baby… it was all over.”

It was a mere husky whisper. Even though Charles had known it was coming, he could still feel his heart seizing with a cold, painful squeeze. On the wall, the large shadow jumps on Edwin, swallowing him whole. A choked sound got caught in Charles’ throat.

A life, ripped away just like that. Edwin, dead before reaching even twenty years of age, without any fault of his own.

The lights turned back on all at the same time. The Cat had ripped the satin robe off his body, revealing tight leather pants and black mesh shirt covered in glitter. He was a sparkling, glimmering sight, when he strutted on the edge of the stage.

“A strike to the head, it was quick as a flash

Now the body’s disappeared with all the cash”

He shook his head and closed his eyes in an act of pity. He had a tantalizing way of moving, light on his feet, making it impossible to look away. He sat down on the ledge, one leg up, to tell the story.

“Now our son’s gone missing in an “act of God”

A verdict so twisted that’ll make you sob”

The music swelled, reflecting the growing anger towards the injustice of Edwin’s death. The Cat’s voice was but a snarl when he hissed out the following verses.

“Yet God had no part in it nor a hand

It all comes down to the cruelty of man”

Charles felt the hair on the nape of his neck standing up. He tried to ignore the full-body chills that were way too familiar, the slight quivering of his hands when fear tightened its grip on him.

He was intimately acquainted with what that cruelty entailed. He wished Edwin would’ve been spared from that.

Charles stole a glance at Edwin, whose face stayed neutral. From the side, you couldn’t see the blood covering the other half. His skin was smooth and unblemished. So young. So soft.

Trailing his gaze on the grooves of that striking profile, Charles landed on his lips, staring at the jagged line where a piece was missing. He had an urge to reach out and touch it.

The Cat’s song turned softer, a ballad-like lament. In one swift spell he was back in front of Edwin, a smile spreading on his lips.

“Left without love, he settles in to wait”

The Cat pulled Edwin up and stole him away, one hand on his waist, the other clasped with Edwin’s.

“For the groom of his own, swagger to his gait”

The way they waltzed was so smooth and seamless, like they were gliding across the floor, weightless and graceful. Charles couldn’t stop looking, even if the other man’s possessive hold awakened something ugly inside his chest.

Edwin was mesmerizing to watch. His movement was elegant, almost alluring, the white of his suit glowing in the lights.

Charles wondered, how had an angel ended up here, amidst regular mortals?

He yelped when he was shoved from behind and stumbled forward, barely keeping his footing.

“Confesses his love, whips out a ring”

Charles was pushed by the enthusiastic crowd and suddenly he found himself chest to chest with Edwin.

“One living, one dead, now they’re a thing”

Without more than a nod, Edwin picked up Charles’ hand. He put it on his shoulder and wrapped his own arm around Charles’ waist. Their fingers intertwined naturally, slotting perfectly together.

“A match for the ages, their love in a bloom”

Edwin took Charles along, leading him with confident steps. Charles picked it up quickly and was rewarded with a satisfied smile, something so endearing it made his heart leap in his chest. He’d do anything to please Edwin, if he could just see him smile again.

The colorful lights washed over Edwin’s shoulders, reflecting from the bottomless depths of his eyes. They were looking at Charles, now, full of pure contentment and love.

“And that’s the happy end for our corpse groom!”

#dead boy detectives #corpse bride au #dbdpromptober2024 #day 7: blood #payneland #charles rowland #edwin payne #the cat king #cat king #i havent written poetry in a secondary language before this was fun #particularly proud of the act of god- cruelty of man lines #remains of the day

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silverflqmes · 7 months ago

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໒⦂ 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄.

synopsis. the seeds of doubt have carefully been planted, nurtured diligently throughout the unknown journey before blossoming at the height of it all.

genre. angst / kinda psychological + dark

tw. major character death, violence, manipulation if you squint ( actually, it’s very much there ), unreliable cloud- like, UNRELIABLE AS FUCK ( not necessarily puppet cloud, more so that his views are very much flawed and well, you’ll see lol )

notes. UHH HAPPY NEW YEAR??? it is still new years eve for me.. sorry y’all i did not do no softie sefikura w taylor’s new year’s eve</3 i give you don’t blame me instead, same album, totally different tone😭😭

sephiroth x cloud strife. ( + aerti, if you squint )

whorls of darkish velvet and purplish hues encapsulated cloud, eyes never tearing from the orb capable of calling upon the destruction of the planet- a great comet.

in the background, there were muffled noises to be heard — it sounded like his friends, but their words had been somewhat incoherent. likely irrelevant, in that case. SOLIDER hearing outnumbered that of a normal human, and a first class like him was sure to pick up on such with ease.

for whatever reason, sephiroth had pestered him for days on end, moments upon moments; urging him to collect this infamous materia. in the beginning it felt stupid, annoying even- like a trap waiting to be sprung.

now, he understood.

of course, the smart choice would have been to ignore his whims and not find the artifact his former hero had sought after, but curiosity got the better of him. there was an undeniable desire to have the ball of horrors- a relentless pull that reeled him into eager claws that dug themselves into the confines of his mind, ever so deeply.

mako tinted sapphires glimmered, reflecting the dark nebula within his palm before a hand suddenly, and rudely, enveloped it.

snapped from his daze, the blond shot his head up, grabbing onto the broad wrist on instinct as a deep frown etched onto his lips. it was his friend barrett- he had taken the black materia. why had he done that? it was his- he had fought for it.

“that’s mine!” he blurted in a voice that felt detached from his own, as though five years had been shaved off. it was younger, a plea likely to come from a petulant teenager who had a precious item plucked from their grasp as discipline.

but cloud hadn’t done anything wrong, what business did his comrade have taking what he had acquired fair and square?

the leader of avalanche gave him a long, skeptical look before letting out a scoff, tossing the sphere of horrors over his shoulder. "fine. fetch."

a brief panic splashed itself across the merc's visage as he broke into a small jog for the clattering ball, fearful of the bottomless abyss below. if it tumbled over the edge.. what would he do then? how would he live with himself knowing he had failed to complete such a simple task in obtaining the materia sephiroth had asked him for?

sephiroth.

before the glowing orb of evil could meet its end over the edge, it came to a soft halt against an awaiting pair of black boots, stopping perfectly before the man himself.

dazed, cloud found himself looking up at the self-proclaimed heir of the planet, mako-tinted orbs flashing. "sephiroth.." he called without thinking, a string of confused noises echoing from behind him, though he couldn't find it in him to care much. not with the ethereal sight that beheld him.

the man in question seemed to pick the materia up for himself, a feline-like smirk appearing on his lips. "this is the key.." he began, not addressing anyone in particular, and yet everyone all that the same time. "which grants access to the true counterpart hidden between worlds."

cloud hung onto every word like a moth drawn to a flame, almost missing the blur of pink, red and brown come up by his left. aerith? why was she swatting for the hand that contained the black materia? it wasn't hers.

as though sephiroth had known that too, his figure rose from the broken off path that once led into the ancients' temple before she could close in on him, hovering a few meters above the space he once occupied as the streams within the ball of nebulas materialized into billows of reddish-purple.

utterly captivated, the spiky haired male could only watch in astonishment as whispers swarmed the man he once still idolized, lips parting slightly. "the black materia.." he breathed out, unable to tear his gaze away as he prodded closer toward the edge, shaking his head when aerith mentioned the whispers. it wasn't them. they were there, yes- but could she not clearly see who they orbited? the embodiment of majesty that stood proudly amidst them?

"no.." he corrected calmly, brushing past the lighter haired brunette with little care for her being. "sephiroth."

by this point, said male had lowered himself back down to the newly arranged bundle of oversized.. branches? is that what they were? cloud couldn't be bothered with the technicalities, as he felt a pull towards the center where his enemy everything stood, feeling his heart patter increasingly louder. it was ultimately the call of a siren in the form of a shimmering treasure, held up by the human, or rather demi-god, personification of the mythical creature.

realizing this, the former hero plastered a smile reserved solely for him, an endearing crease to the corners of his eyes as he extended a leather covered palm toward the shorter, prompting him. "i'm waiting, cloud."

somehow the SOLDIER in question felt heavy, as though something was both pulling and pushing him away all at the same time; why was that? he wanted the black materia, and sephiroth was generous enough to stop it from descending into the abyss. of course he should retrieve it, he would be foolish to waste their combined efforts.

with a wince and a series of struggling noises, cloud fought that contradicting feeling he felt and staggered toward the threshold, pausing a few paces away to watch with eager eyes as the shimmering sphere rematerialized itself within the grasp of his enemy. gaia, it was mesmerizing, utterly beautiful. he had to have it, it had to be his- theirs.

flexing his fingers, sephiroth allowed the ancients' treasure to drop from his gloved fingers toward the blond, bouncing only seven times before eager paws were scrambling forward to scoop it gingerly towards their face.

the panting that spilled from pale pink lips was like music to his ears the more he continued to eye his sweet little nemesis, stepping forward with empyrean grace until those doe, mako coated sapphires were staring up at him once more. narrowed only to him, as though nothing else had existed in that moment. because nothing had; it was only him, a storm of whispers and the black materia, with his general at the center.

"rise, cloud." said general urged, holding out a hand once more to his knelt emissary. "bring it to me." he purred out, a repetition of a command that cloud had heard a numerous amount of times already that it had become engraved- instilled into the very bones and nerves of his body to move as told.

wordlessly, albeit with parted lips, the mercenary stood to his feet, walking up to the other with an outstretched palm to deliver the glowing orb as requested. after all, sephiroth was benevolent enough to salvage it before it could fall into the endless fog below. naturally, he should bring him what he'd asked for him to obtain.

then, a weight slammed into his right. a body, to be precise.

aerith? no.

one glance toward his flank, and he found his childhood friend, tifa- or at least, she looked like tifa, arms encircled tightly around his right bicep while aerith.. aerith was now holding the black materia?

the beating heart lodged between his lungs quickened, air restricting within the depths of his hollowed chest. no.. no, he could not have another person take it away from him, he had to fulfill his duty- it was to be brought to sephiroth. the man had asked only one thing of him, he could not fail to deliver. it was theirs, no one else's.

"aerith!" he called out as though he'd broken the surface of a violent sea, extending the hand of the arm that was being occupied by the marital artist beside him. "please!" the flower girl was nice, she had been kind to him since their first meeting, so then.. why was she running away from him now? why was tifa holding him back from approaching-?

was that what they had been whispering about throughout their journey together, whenever they went off ahead, giggling on their own? was this what they hadn't wanted him to hear about; a plot to ultimately sabotage him when it truly counted?

tifa continued to tug him back, wincing at his squirms, "cloud!" she cried out in worry, "snap out of it!" but snap out of what?

his lips parted to question what she had meant, turning his head slowly towards her before freezing up at the velvet that poured into his ear.

"yes, cloud."

glancing to his left, he was met with the sight of his hero, smiling fondly down at him. "snap out of it."

what was he thinking? of course it was jenova again, toying with his head in the form of his deceased friend, and sephiroth had seen through that!

gathering the strength to his right, he shoved the imposter away without tearing his gaze from the swirling darkness cradled against the half-cetra's chest, trudging forward with glinting, teal hues.

'tifa' bellowed out behind him to stop, though it fell on deaf ears, as had the other female's words in regards to receiving the materia. why were they being so difficult? they had claimed to be his friends, and yet..

a gentle smile lifted sephiroth's lips just by the corners, liquid moonlight spilling forward as he leaned down to the other's height, "if she won't give it to us," he softly began, watching as the sheen of distance slowly leaked out from cloud's gaze when he drew in a breath. "we must take it."

pupils dilated to a considerable diameter, and once more, his feet began to pad toward the ancient now surrounded by cloaked, floating figures of smoke and going eyes, steps growing increasingly faster. "aerith! let's talk." he called out with something akin to a giggle, as if it had been a game of tag. and perhaps, it might've been.

she wasn't responding, after all, what better was it than the park game children often played?

"i need it.." cloud added a bit lower this time, a sternness seeping into his voice. "give it to me." he tried again, heart in his throat, "please..? you can trust me.." unlike the others, he never hid secrets or discussed topics in private that lead to mutiny like this, practically embarrassing him in front of sephiroth. "let's save the planet together.. aerith." she liked to hear that, right? they would be saving the planet in allowing sephiroth to have the black materia, wouldn't they? and he would set everything right once more. precisely why he needed to deliver the powerful sphere to him, the savior of their crumbling world.

where the branch broke off, the emerald eyed girl came to a stuttered halt, letting out a strained exhale as the blond closed in on her, reaching out his hand. "the orb, aerith." he addressed a bit more firmly this time.

violence wasn't something cloud wanted to resort to. hurting his friends was the last thing he had wanted to do, but they were making it increasingly difficult not to take such measures.

the female furrowed her brows, lowering her head as her grip tightened behind her back on the artifact at the sight of the jade eyed male looming behind her ally before letting out a breath of defeat.

"whatever happens," a sad smile seemed to graze aerith's lips when she brought her hands before her, whisps of pink emerging from the ball within her hold, "i'm here for you."

with those final words expressed, the object traveled toward cloud's awaiting palms, dropping into their expectant hold before he tipped his head, politely. "thank you." at last, he could bring sephiroth what he'd asked for- who had now been standing at the center of the makeshift bridge, patiently awaiting the exchange.

eagerness seemed to seep into the steps he took as he nearly jogged up to his hero with a bowed head, holding his hands out in offering once he was close enough. the entire situation felt like gifting something to a god, and perhaps, that was exactly what this was. sephiroth had claimed to be the chosen one, made to rule the withering planet they all inhabited. what different was he from divinity?

leather caressed leather ever so lightly, and cloud felt butterflies at the pit of his stomach when he finally looked up with hopeful eyes, awaiting the words he had waited to hear his entire life. the ones he had dreamt of being voiced to him as he gazed upon the poster that hung in his old bedroom, now turned into ash alongside his past ambitions. but, that was fine- the real thing was standing right in front of him- a piece of paper that was once an unattainable dream was no more.

"did i.. do a good job?" he whispered the words when his patience could no longer withstand his curiosities, the corners of his lips twitching into the tiniest of smiles.

the successor of calamity gave a contemplative hum at the question, tilting his head. "i believe you have.. perhaps a reward is in order?" he offered, pressing the black materia to his pectoral. "would you like that, cloud?"

a reward? from sephiroth?

oh.. cloud could hardly contain himself any longer, he was practically vibrating in his boots, beaming up at his cherished idol with stars in his eyes at the possibilities. a caress on the head? words of praise? knuckles offered out to kiss? or perhaps, even a peck on his own lips, if he was truly so deserving...

he stepped up closer, nodding zealously. "y-yes, sir..!" he returned in a fashion he would have once upon a time ago, back when sephiroth had endearingly referred to him zack as a puppy. "i would like that very-"

alas, fate had other plans in store for them.

"tifa, now!" aerith's voiced sliced through the lovely moment the blond had been sharing with his hero, startling him as he noted the blur that came up behind the looming figure before him.

panicked, the SOLDIER swiveled around his superior to shield his broad back, drawing up his arms to cross over his face in an attempt to brace against the unbridled strength of his friend.

it hurt, as though the impact carried the force of shockwaves created by natural disasters, an ache unlike any other spreading across the expanse of his limbs. however, it mattered little. sephiroth was safe, he was not injured- and he would not allow him to be, not by anyone. least of all his own friends, who continued to test his trust in them.

"cloud??" his imposter of a childhood friend gasped out in horror, flinching her hand back from his forearms, though the damage was already done. "have you completely lost your mind?!"

has he? no, but she certainly had.

the male in question lowered his bruised arms with a deadened expression, reaching behind his back. "don't think i'm falling for that shit again." he answered instead, wrapping his fingers around the hilt of his weapon. "i was gonna let you and aerith off with a warning for conspiring, pretty much lying behind my back, and interfering for the last time after you finally handed us the black materia.. but you just couldn't let it go, could you?" he countered venomously, shaking his head with a humorless laugh. "i might have tolerated everything else, but this?"

anger spilled from his lips, a nurtured rage that he'd been asked to fill his hollowed heart with. "i draw a line at hurting sephiroth."

mouth agape, tifa knitted her brows in disbelief, appalled by what she was hearing. "you're.. you're actually serious?" she exhaled, cradling her fist to her chest, which was gradually beginning to tremble. "he's turning you against us, don't you see that??"

cloud pursed his lips together, the pinch between his own brows unyielding. what was he meant to see? there was nothing to be seen, other than the treachery before him.

at his growing silence, sephiroth placed a comforting hand over his shoulder, leaning into his ear with that same pleased smile from before. "she is deceiving you, cloud.. sullying the image of your dear, departed friend to come between our reunion, and has recruited the cetra to join her cause." he whispered, honeyed words that melted into cloud's ear like the warmth of a great hearth on a harsh winter morn in nibelheim. "do not be swindled by her accusations. for i.. am with you. never once have i lied to you, have i?" he murmured kindly, resting his chin against the crook of his neck whilst holding the hurt, wine eyes burning a few paces from him.

“you know the truth. trust in me.”

a slow shake of his head was the beginning of his response as he swallowed the lump lodged in the back of his throat. "no, you.. you never lied to me." the blond answered quietly, hyperaware of the breath currently grazing his cheek. sephiroth was so close to him now, he'd practically felt like utter jelly beneath the blazing hot sun, thawing underneath its powerful rays. the entire northern region yielding to the heat of a fallen star- meteor.

the son of jenova smiled. "very good, cloud. now then, you know what you must do." he continued tenderly, carding his fingers down the length of his arm. "if your friends do not wish to cooperate with our goals in saving the planet, then i'm afraid.. that makes them our enemies."

cloud nodded solemnly, tightening his hold on the hilt of the buster before drawing it at last, stalking towards the mirage of his childhood friend. "i will.. do what i must."

tifa stumbled backwards as the spiky haired male began to close the distance, a wave of deja vu washing over her. the scene was almost identical to the incident at the gongaga reactor, only this time..

this time, cloud would not fail.

"cloud, don't!" aerith cried out from where she stood behind him, jogging forward, though sephiroth blocked her way, smirking darkly.

"i believe you have meddled long enough where your hands should not be." he chuckled out, raising his free hand to call upon the whispers once more. "you did well on allowing destiny to unravel as it was fated to, but your ambitions got the better of you.. shame."

aerith narrowed her viridian eyes, thrashing against the swarm of dark cloaks. “you won’t win-!! cloud is.. b-better than this,” she gasped out, flailing her arms in an attempt to swat them away, “he won’t join you!”

“mm, but that is where you are wrong, flower girl.” the general mused out, approaching her with calculated grace before leaning forward, “he’s been mine since the day he hung my poster up on his bedroom wall.”

because at the end of the day, cloud would always succumb to his deeply, rooted wants of being with him. he had wanted so badly to join SOLDIER to be like sephiroth- to one day fight alongside him, and hear saccharine praises spill from his divine lips. regardless of how much he might suppress those dreams or fight them off, within his empty little heart, he knew.

with the conversation all but drowned out, cloud's lips formed that same chilling smile that had overtaken his features earlier in the temple of the ancients, angling his blade over his right shoulder. it felt.. comfortable. sephiroth fought that way, and it worked for him at the gongaga reactor. perhaps it won’t fail him again here.

tifa, horrified by the saucers in her eyes, seemed to stumble backwards until there were no longer any dark roots left to step on. the rest of the party seemed all but blocked off by a particularly large branch, whispers shielding off any pathway into the threshold. she was all alone, with aerith nearing her own end as well.

“cloud, please!” she cried out, clenching her fists against her chest. “this isn’t you! fight him, i know that you can!”

but what was there to fight? for once, the blond had felt light. floating above the clouds, caressed by a serenity offered by the stars and moon. there were no headaches, no invisible weight of the entire world on his shoulders, and no guilt of his incompetence. at last, he felt peace.. and tifa wanted to take that away from him? what childhood friend would do that?

“there’s nothing to fight.” he answered calmly, stopping in front of her. “this is me. and if that is something you can’t accept, then..” cloud paused, sweeping his blade forward. “you really aren’t her.”

a scream that hadn’t quite translated into sound left the bartender’s mouth, horror etching onto the half-cetra’s visage as she helplessly watched, unable to move towards her.

“TIFA!!!” aerith wailed out, squirming against the flurry of black robes before at last breaking free of their suppression. almost as if they had intentionally waited until the deed was done before at last granting her mobility when it would be too late.

sephiroth sported that same pleased smile, stepping to the side with leisure while the former lover of fair bolted towards the scene, even going as far as to jump after the martial artist. how foolishly sweet.

with distant eyes, the ex-SOLDIER looked over the edge, feeling a strange flood of despair fill his chest. an ache he could not quite place his finger on, though it left as quick as it came when a broad hand touched his hip, curling almost possessively.

“good boy,” sephiroth whispered into his ear, peering over his pauldron covered shoulder. “you’ve honored your dear friend’s memory by eliminating the imposter. pity, the cetra seemed to have.. fallen, for the act.” he sighed out glumly, though his rosewood appendages told another story.

cloud, still fixated on the void below, found himself nodding absentmindedly, not fully sure of what he was agreeing with, or of how to respond. he had felt happiness at pleasing sephiroth, and yet..

as if sensing the conflict within his hollow little heart, the male in question slid a hand beneath his chin, tilting it away from the scene to meet his gaze.

emerald nearly swallowed sapphire as the blond blinked up at him slowly, feeling the sorrowful coldness all but vaporize into a blazing, fervent heat. a warmth that flooded his freckled cheeks like roses blooming on spring morning, as his veins sang with elation upon being touched. the voices were gone, the pain had subdued, dissipated even, and the weight was nearly gone- all from a singular caress.

unknowingly, he found himself leaning into the smooth leather, loosing a shuddered breath at the bliss of nothingness in his head. “it’s quiet.” cloud muttered out, closing his eyes.

sephiroth smiled fondly down at him. “isn’t it?” he hummed in agreement, tracing the bone of his cheek. “as though the agony is all but nonexistent, and the invasive voices are no longer present to muddle your thoughts." the former general continued, tucking a strand of gold behind his ear. "do you know why that is?"

a singular word, amidst the serenity within his head, echoed in response- a saccharine covered word unlike the poison filled ones that frequented his mind. "reunion.." it felt forbidden, yet familiar to say; like it belonged on his tongue- to be shared wholly with the hero of his dreams.

"that's right." he returned in a soft voice, pleased to hear that the other was finally beginning to understand. without the two girls to keep him clinging onto a sense of self that he no longer was or ever would be, at last, cloud, the real one, could be his. "our cells sang out to one another in the time that we have been apart.. and at last, reunited as we now are, they harmonize into a symphony of much anticipated peace."

cloud hung on the last word, looking down for a moment. "peace.." he echoed quietly in return, mirroring the smile that was given to him. although it left as quick as it took residence on across his features. "but-" an important detail that he felt foolish to have forgotten so easily. "..what about the planet?" despite everything, shinra was still out there. a sliver of bliss right now could not possibly erase the damage done to the world as they knew it.

regardless of how ecstatic he had felt to be praised and held by the star of his wildest dreams, there was much to be done.

having expected the comment, the corners of sephiroth's eyes creased ( reminiscent of the adoring gaze a cat would bestow only to those worthy ), as he leaned in closely- only a breath away from the latter's lips. "worry not, cloud. we shall save the planet.. together." he murmured back in reassurance, brushing a thumb against the tiny piercing that glimmered amidst spiky tufts. "the time will come to do so soon. until then, we shall leave. this place has served its purpose well."

the ex-SOLDIER found himself shuddering when his earring was touched, but nodded either way. he had found and delivered the black materia, there was no longer any reason for their being there.

"except that maybe the others-"

"cloud," the feline eyed SOLDIER addressed, pulling the blond from his thoughts as his head snapped up to meet his gaze once more, having lowered without his notice.

"yes, sir-!" he blurted in reply, mentally scolding himself for spacing out so carelessly. how embarrassing, in front of the famed hero, no less! "where to next..?" his journey up until now had revolved around finding sephiroth, and now that they were reunited..

the smile gracing the one winged angel's lips more or less contorted into a smirk, a soft chuckle slipping past them. "towards the northern continent, where my true body resides." he purred out, lowering the hand curved against cloud's freckled cheek to draw him in closer by the waist. "destiny awaits us there."

notes. this has been rotting in my drafts since october and spawned because my monkey brain was locked away by a load of essays i had due for class, meanwhile it was itching, CRAVING to spew word vomit from this scene.. and then i got distracted because i got shoved down the sonic rabbit hole man.. anyway, i hope you all had great holidays if you celebrated! best believe i will do my best to contribute for sfkr week.. coming soon.

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