#he is quite literally the person i was before i started consciously trying to get better

[pending-trans-action-2]

I FUCKED UP THE ASTARION ROMANCE I CANT HAVE THE TRAUMATISED VAMPIRE ;-;

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STOP IT RAFE, YOU'RE BEING MEAN! — RAFE CAMERON

pairing; bestfriend!rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary; rafe has a strict rule that if you ever leave anywhere, you tell him. and when you break that rule, he goes ballistic (bsf!rafe cameron x reader)

warnings ; angst! verbal fighting, angry!rafe, kinda mean rafe, theyre both annoyingly oblivious.. warning this did not turn out how i planned it to be but im also not mad at it, idkkkk

to say you were bored was an understatement.

it was a regular rowdy saturday night in the outerbanks, this nights party being at a random kooks house on the figure eight whose name you couldn't quite remember

you were nursing a forgotten red solo cup of punch in your hand, crowd-watching to pass the time.

it wasn't normal that rafe actually succeeded in convincing you to come to these things. because as much as you liked chatting with spoiled self-absorbed kooks over disgustingly sweet punch, you'd rather stay cuddled up in your fluffy pyjamas and watch sappy romcoms on rafe's couch.

but nevertheless, here you were. dreading every decision you had ever made up to that point as you watched rafe from across the room. a blonde kook girl climbing over him and straddling his hips, sitting on his lap as he smirked.

you knew you really had no right being mad at him because you weren’t dating.

but from the start of your more than 10 year friendship, rafe made it clear that you were and always will be his.

so why didn’t that rule go both ways?

with all the thoughts bouncing around in your head, you failed to hear a certain blonde pouges voice echo around you.

you snapped out of your state, consciousness returning to your mind as a hand was waved repeatedly in your face.

“hey! you there princess?” a smile adorned the boys face, a ratty snapback placed backwards on his blonde hair.

“yeah, jj. right here” you joked, smiling brightly back at him as you brought your cup up to your lips.

“thought we lost you there for a bit princess? what’d you doing standing here all alone?” jj asked, surprised to see your constant kook king shadow nowhere to be seen.

“just people watching, the usual. where’s kie?” you quickly changed the subject, wanting anything to get your mind off of rafe.

“around here somewhere i hope. gonna’ try to round everyone up to we can get outta here. early morning for us cut goers tomorrow, fish to catch and things to steal” you giggled at his joke, earning an even wider grin on his face.

you always liked jj. you thought he was funny, and he was the most loyal person to his friends that you knew. and despite his manic tendencies, you trusted him.

“have a nice night j. drive safe!” you said, watching him wink at you before he disappeared into the crowd.

with jj gone, you were left to your own thoughts agian, which was never a good thing.

you glanced over again at rafe sitting comfortably on the couch on the deck. the light from inside illuminating his face as he leaned over to the table, picking up a small bag of white powder and handing it to a random touran.

you bit your lip as you noticed the same blonde from before clinging to his side, rafe seeming unbothered but making no move to push her off.

god, you couldn’t even imagine how rafe would react if he saw you speaking to jj earlier. so why is it that he can literally let a girl dry hump him in the middle of a party and you shouldn’t care?

you didn’t know why you cared though, because rafe is you best friend, nothing more.

right?

you didn’t have time to think about that right now though, you just needed to get the fuck out of this party right now or you were gonna explode.

an idea clicked in your brain and jj dragged a drunk john b towards the entrance of the house, kiara and pope following quickly behind.

you decided that this was now or never, placing your red solo cup onto a random table as you walked towards them.

“hey jj!” you called out, his head immediately snapping towards you. “you think you could give me a ride home?”

it was nearly 30 minutes later that rafe noticed you were no longer in your spot in corner of the house. business was coming to a halt as he sold his last few grams of cocaine, a heavy wad of cash safely resting in his back pocket.

his eyes scanned the crowd for your face, but you were no where to be seen.

and rafe was starting to freak the fuck out.

he knew you wouldn’t go upstairs to any bedrooms, or go out for an impulse swim in the pool. and he knew most of all that you wouldn’t just leave without telling him, and the notification box in his voice remained empty from your contact.

he ran his hand roughly through his hair, pulling aggressively at the roots and cussing to himself frustrated.

his eyes widened as he saw your friend in the crowd, interrupting what ever useless conversation she was having, because until he knew you were safe, nothing was more important.

he asked rudely where you were, watching as her face morphed into shock that rafe was talking to her. because well, if it’s not plotting on the pouges or selling drugs, rafe doesn’t interact with anyone but you or his friends.

“i-i im not sure. i saw her leave like a bit less than half an hour ago. i thought she told you, she always does”

rafe clenched his jaw, hundreds and thousands of thoughts running through his head. “was she alone?”

“n-no. she was with that jj guy and his friends” your friend murmured, nervous she was ratting you out to the scariest guy in the whole of kildare.

it was safe to say that rafe was fucking pissed.

it took him less than a few seconds to put his keys into the ignition of his jeep and drive illegally fast to your house. you liked to piss him off often when you were in a mood, but never with your safety.

rafe never fucked with your safety, ever.

he murmured venomous cusses to himself and he walked towards your house, the pebbles from your mothers perfect drive way crunching under his feet as he speed to your door.

he made a beeline to the entrance of your home, the white arches welcoming and the doorway dimly lit by the porch lights.

he planted his feet straight on the 'welcome home' door mat, lifting his balled fist up to the door and sending booming knocks to the wood panel.

his knuckles were white as he clenched his fists so hard together there was sure to be crimson-red crescent indents from his fingernails. he was fuming.

the click of the lock releasing from the door snapped him out of his thoughts, the door handle turning and the lobby of the inside of your house quickly coming into view.

he locked eyes with your figure immediately, a pink fluffy towel in your hand as you dried your hair. you were only wearing a pair of long socks and rafes shirt which reached more than halfway down your thighs, your face bare of makeup.

you jumped as you saw the look on his face, an anger prevalent in his stare that you had never seen directed at you. fuck. you were in some deep shit.

you parted your lips to speak, but nothing seemed to come out. for the first time in your life, you were scared of rafe. not that he was going to harm you physically, no, never that.

but you knew how much he cared about you and your safety. you just wished he cared that much about your feelings. you wanted him to see that.

"rafe" you said, your voice coming out as a whisper as you watch the lines on his forehead crease together as thousands of thoughts ran through his head.

"what the fuck were you thinking?" he spat as he pushed you as softly as he could into the house so he could close the door, worried the cold of the night was going to make you shiver.

you didn't have time to answer before he started again, running a hand roughly through his hair as he huffed. "you just left? you fucking left a party at night without even texting me, and you let that fucking pouge drive you home!"

you rolled your eyes at the last statement, this was all about jj? "so that's all you care about? me going home with a boy i've known since third grade who just so happens to live on the cut? you don't give a shit about me, you just care about this stupid kook pouge rivalry!"

"don't say what you know isn't true ma. you know i care about you more than i care about myself." he stated, nearly all the anger in him draining out as he saw your eyes begin to fill with tears. he couldn't handle seeing you cry.

"how do i know you care about me rafe? because you don't seem to show it." you sighed pushing yourself as far away from him as you could, your back pushing up against the wall.

"don't fucking say to me y/n. i've loved you from the moment i met you." you finally stopped looking at the floor, lifting your chin so you made eye contact with him.

"stop it rafe, you're being mean" you whispered, mostly to yourself more than rafe. you couldn't listen to him say how much he loved and cared about you for one more second. not when you still had the picture of him being essentially dry-humped in the middle of a party by a girl you didn't even know.

"ma i love you. you know that. you're my world, my favourite girl. why are you fighting this?" rafe said, trying to hold you wrist in his hand before you quickly pulled it away.

"bec-because you can't just say all this then turn around and have make outs with other girls right in front of me. it-its not fair." you spoke, the tears finally making their way down your cheeks in steady streams.

rafe physically flinched at your statement, his palms getting sweaty and his heart rate increasing into rapid beats. was he actually going to admit his love for you right now, like this?

"what are you saying y/n?" he asked, his voice cracking as his face fell. his mind racing with how many outcomes could come out of this conversation.

"that i love you, you idiot!"

[luminoustarlight]

Passionfruit | Anakin Skywalker

Ingesting a foreign fruit leaves you and Anakin feeling strange.

rating: explicit | pairing: anakin skywalker x afab!jedi!reader | wc: 2.1k | read on ao3 warnings: literally no plot, just porn, SMUT [sex pollen of sorts, mildly dub con due to sex pollen, mutual masturbation, blowjob, cum swallowing, anakin spits in readers mouth, unprotected p in v, creampie, dirty talk], swearing

kind of but not really inspired by passionfruit by drake but covered by scary pockets. i really just use song titles as my titles bc I'm uncreative and lazy.

As soon as you and Anakin reach the ship, you both know something is wrong. 

It’s in the way your conversation halts, the way Anakin looks at you with inky pupils bleeding into his blue eyes, the way you suddenly feel like you can’t breathe. Your first thought is that you’ve been drugged. You’ve been together the whole day, you haven’t encountered any suspicious beings, you’ve eaten the same things—  “The fruit…” you mumble. 

Anakin is peeling off his black robe because his skin is so hot, he feels like he’s going to burn right through the fabric. “What?”

“The fruit!” you repeat, tugging at the collar of your tunic. The symptoms wash over you like a tsunami making landfall. Instantly and violently. Sweat has formed across your brow, your entire nervous system is on fire and your cunt has started to ache. 

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Anakin shouts, now undoing his utility belt and taking off the rest of his layers. “Maker, why is it so fucking hot in here?” 

He doesn’t mean to be cross with you, he’s just so fucking confused. Nothing makes sense. He has one singular thought. I need to fuck. 

He’s so painfully hard, he’s not sure if he has ever felt this miserable. This desperate. He needs his hand around his dick or better yet, slipped inside a tight pussy. He’s pretty sure it’s the only thing that will make him feel better. 

With Anakin’s broad chest and chiseled abdomen on display, it makes it impossible for you to make sense of the mess in your mind. You feel drunk, weak knees wobbling as you literally cannot resist the urge to touch yourself. 

Before you’re even conscious of it, you’re ridding yourself of your Jedi robes and everything else except for your bandeau and underwear. It’s an out of body experience realizing that you’ve stripped yourself almost bare without consciously thinking ‘ I’m going to take my clothes off ’. 

You’ve read about certain flora and fauna like this in the library at the Temple. Certain foods and flowers are known aphrodisiacs, containing a chemical that puts the person who is exposed to it in the mood. However, there are some that are so potent, it quite literally makes the person so aroused, the only way to remedy the symptoms is to orgasm. If you try to explain all of that to your Jedi companion, the one you’ve known since you were younglings, the words would come out as mush. 

“Fruit… horny… we need to-fuck,” your already weak train of thought gets even more derailed once Anakin starts palming himself over his pants. 

Anakin’s brow furrows but he doesn’t stop running his hand over his bulging dick. I want it in my mouth, you think. Although the fruit has left you and Anakin with the insatiable need to fuck, you feel a pit of shame in your stomach. Sex is not forbidden as a Jedi, but it’s not something you regularly practice. You usually take care of it yourself, as you’re too afraid to partake in something so intimate with a stranger. It makes you wonder if Anakin simply uses his hand or goes out of his way to find someone to have sex with… 

Possession quickly swallows up all of the shame you were feeling. Imagining Anakin with his lips on someone else, his cock inside someone else, making someone else cum— it makes you want to puke. You want him all to yourself. He’s your best friend, you’ve saved each other’s skin countless times, your bond is like no other. And now it’s going to be irrevocably changed because of something you ingested. Not because you finally acted on your true feelings for him. 

“The- the fruit made us… fuck,” Anakin groans. “I need to take my cock out, it hurts so much.” 

“I know, Ani,”  you watch him intently, impulses absolutely impossible to ignore. As he removes his pants and takes a firm hold of his cock, your hand slips beneath the waistband of your underwear and you begin rubbing quick circles over your clit. “Oh…” you whimper, even though you’ve barely scratched the surface of satisfaction. 

“Take it off,” he says darkly. His dick is throbbing and leaking an obscene amount of precum. His hand moves up and down with ease, brushing his thumb over his tip with each upward stroke. “Take off the rest of your fucking clothes, Y/N. I need to see you.” 

You nod, wriggling out of your underwear and slipping your bandeau over your head. Your fingers are back inside of you, prodding as deep as you can go. Anakin is going feral watching you fuck yourself with your fingers. Pretty tits on display for him, even more perfect than he imagined. 

Maker, he’s in awe of you. He always thought you were cute growing up. But then you seemed to blossom overnight and suddenly you were a woman. He wants to worship every inch of you, run his hands over the hills and valleys of your body, and then he wants to fuck you stupid. To fuck you so hard you’re screaming nothing but his name and seeing stars. 

“Keep touching yourself, Ani. It’s the only way we’ll feel better.” 

The wet sounds of both of your sexes fill the hull of the ship and you think briefly, that this is one of the worst places to experience the effects of a foreign fruit. At least it’s just the two of you on this mission. Just the two of you, the most mischievous Jedi pair the Order has ever seen, mutually masturbating in a Republic commissioned ship. And it’s not enough. Your fingers have never felt so pointless and disappointing in your entire life.

 “More…” you mumble, pulling your fingers from your cunt as they were doing you no good. “Anakin, I need more.” 

“Fuck,” he breathes, bottom lip catching between his teeth. Your pussy clenches pitifully as you imagine what it’d feel like to be filled with Anakin’s cock. He’s thick and long, and you’ve never particularly thought of dicks as pretty, but Stars, if Anakin’s isn’t the definition of pretty then you don’t know what is. “I’m gonna cum- I can’t help it, angel. It’s- fuckfuckfuck-” 

You’re in front of Anakin in a flash, dropping to your knees and throwing your mouth over his cock just as he begins to cum. Anakin can’t help but push you further down his length, groaning loudly when you choke on him. “Shit- that’s it, choke on my cock, baby.” Anakin pushes your hair away from your face to see you looking up at him with the wickedest eyes. He knows you need more and even though he’s just cum himself, he doesn’t feel too much better. It’s a good thing he was going to fuck you regardless. 

Your nose is nuzzled against his tuft of hair and the musky scent of him makes you dizzy. You’re rubbing your clit again, but it’s no use. Nothing is going to make you feel better but Anakin. You’d settle for his fingers or even his mouth. You just need him. 

Once Anakin is sure he’s milked everything out, he pulls his cock out of your mouth. There’s still cum on your tongue when he leans down to kiss you, pulling you up from the ground with just his hand around your neck. Your tongues dance around each other briefly before Anakin breaks away. “Open.” 

You open your mouth and Anakin spits the cocktail of your saliva and his cum back into your mouth. It’s the most erotic thing you’ve ever experienced. It makes your whole predicament worse. It’s actually cruel that Anakin has already cum and you’re still miserable. You’re still suffering the effects of the fruit. “Ani, please. I need to-” 

“Get on the floor,” he orders. “On your back.” 

You don’t need to be told twice. You hiss at the cool metal flooring of the ship, but it’s honestly like an ice pack on a battle wound. It feels amazing against the burning inferno you’re feeling from the inside out. This isn’t how Anakin imagined ravishing you. Ideally, he’d make you writhe against the mattress with his fingers, then with his mouth. It isn’t until you’ve cum at least twice, does he go about making you cum around his cock. But unfortunately, urgency is of the utmost importance. 

As he lifts your leg over his shoulder, his cock brushes against your folds. You whimper at the all-too-brief contact with his weeping tip. He’s going to stretch you out, going to hit so deeply you won’t be able to fucking walk for a day. “Oh my Gods, Anakin, please. I feel like I’m dying.” 

His perfect pink lips form a devilish smirk before he finally, finally pushes himself into you. Immediately, the fire feels like it’s beginning to extinguish. He hasn’t even begun to move yet. “Need my cock to save you, baby?” 

Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you wish you cared enough to come up with a retort but it just feels so good to have Anakin inside of you. “Sh-shut up,” you clench your walls to tease him back. “Fuck me, Anakin. Hard.” 

“You’re gonna get it hard for being a little bitch just then.” Anakin nips at your ankle as he draws his cock almost entirely out of your cunt before ramming back in so forcefully it makes you scream. Like, bloody murder scream. “Louder, honey. I can’t hear you,” he taunts.

“Fuck!” Your arms stretch above your head, gripping onto the grated floor so you aren’t pushed away with each demanding thrust Anakin delivers. There’s no finesse to it, really, he’s just fucking you hard like you asked. His knees are probably aching from the uncomfortable surface of the floor but he doesn’t seem to give it much attention. 

“Is this how you wanted it, then? To be fucked so hard you’re basically just a toy?” Anakin leans down, which makes your hamstring stretch and sting as your knee is practically next to your face. The new angle with which Anakin’s cock is entering you is divine. You feel like he’s in your stomach with how deep the tip of him is hitting. 

“Mmmm,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around Anakin’s neck. You tug at his grown-out hair, bringing him down to your mouth. He still tastes a bit like his cum, along with the salty sweat that has formed over the top of his lip. You drag your hands down the expanse of his back, muscles tensing under you with each thrust. 

He’s driving into you with strong, punctuated movements. He kisses along your neck, over your racing pulse, and bites down. He hollows his cheeks to leave a mark that will remind both of you of the time you ate a fruit that made you carnal for each other. He soothes his tongue over your new bruise before leaving a butterfly kiss on your jaw. When his mouth settles over your ear, his hot breath sends a new wave of tingles down to your toes. “Feels so good, angel. Maker, your cunt is perfect. Just the tightest little hole for me to use.” 

“All yours, Ani-” your thought is cut off when Anakin’s gloved hand presses against your clit. Your back arches off of the floor and you know it’s only a matter of seconds before you finally reach your peak. Anakin knows just how to rub you so it pushes you along. Your long-awaited orgasm explodes like a firecracker. It jolts through your body, your pussy pulsates rapidly around Anakin and that sends him over the edge, too. He’s cumming for a second time and thankfully, he actually feels satiated. He just hopes you do too, because he’s exhausted and aching. 

It takes you several moments to calm down from your orgasm but the fog has finally begun to dissipate from your head. Anakin pulls his softening dick from you and collapses next to you on the floor. His chest is heaving from the exertion, which is understandable. But then he just starts laughing. 

You turn to look at him, totally puzzled. “What?” you can’t help but smile too, because his laugh is just that infectious. 

“I just can’t believe it took eating a fruit for us to finally make a move.” 

“We kind of didn’t have a choice.” 

“Yeah,” Anakin sighs. 

“Wait,” you prop your head up on your elbow. “You wanted to… you know…with me before eating the fruit?” 

Anakin mirrors you. “Well, yeah. Didn’t you?” 

You roll your eyes. “Could you be any more conceited, Anakin Skywalker?” 

“Actually, I could.” 

Yeah, he could. That was a stupid question. So your suspicions were right, after all. 

You and Anakin have always been close. A bit too close for the Council’s liking if we’re being honest. They would be lying if they said they weren’t worried about the two of you. 

It’s a good thing they will never know about the mess you two made in this Republic star ship.

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[horrorisunknowntoyou]

Watching From The Sidelines P.4

[SAGAU X SHAPESHIFTER READER]

Synopsis: The game continues, but feelings of pain start arising. You are vulnerable. But this might be a wake up call for you.

A/n: Thank you so much for the support! Y'all filling my notifications with tag list request lmao. I can't write all of you, I have 4 index cards full of usernames. But I'll try my best!

TW// vomiting blood, being very sick.

Also heavy leaning to Zhongli x Reader

Song recommendations:

Gold - Imagine Dragons

Golden hour - JVKE

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It's been a few months since the game has started.

Life was going on as normally, well as normal as a business man working with literally gods chasing you.

Of course even with unlimited stamina, and unmatched skill, it's starting to take a toll on your body. You couldn't explain it, but something was hurting deep inside you.

Maybe it was the fact you haven't been 'you'.

You been stuck as m/n for months! And your kinda starting to forget who you are. Sure it's been a lot of fun to play pretend. Being smug and rich and whatever...but you kinda miss old you.

The person who played genshin for fun! Sure, your no longer financially struggling or suffering but at this point, looking in the mirror is starting to be painful.

You don't know how long you can play this game anymore.

Of course you knew the acolytes and followers are more then devoted to you, willing to do whatever to do whatever you want. To prove themselves to you and win your favor, and this point they added so much people it's starting to get annoying.

Yeah, it's fun but you don't know how much your heart can take it.

Currently your hiding inside a shed, listening carefully to your surroundings outside.

You felt this unbearable sinking feeling in your chest. At this point your tempted to call the game quits because something is very wrong.

You really don't want to though.

Hours passed, sinking in and out of consciousness, you see a person shouting at you trying to warn you something before gasping awake.

You unintentionally fell asleep in the shed, bewildered and stressed out you decided leaving the shed for air was your best bet.

As you clutched onto you stomach you felt very uncomfortable.

You took a deep breathe of air, trying to stable yourself but you can't. You don't know why? Was it you doubting yourself? Who's the person you dreamed of?

Imagines of someone speaking to you popped into your head again, disorienting you.

"Zhongli!" You yelled out, leaning on a wall coughing into your hand, noticing it shine in reflection of the sun.

It was blood.

Your blood.

He immediately appeared, startling you, he looked at you concerned.

You immediately shaped shifted to your original form.

" I-i hate to end the game, but I...I don't feel well I don't think I can continue on." You mumbles to him.

His eyes widen at this, as other acolytes appeared behind him. You started coughing again, and next thing you knew. You vomit out blood, and collapsed on the ground.

You heard screaming, crying, and feeling of hands holding you gently in their grasp.

You also saw that person again briefly, they were stroking your hair mumbling sweet nothings to you.

It felt warm.

Then everything went to black.

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You felt comfortable.

Very comfortable.

You blinked slowly, waking up realizing youwere practically drowning in pillows and blankets. Staring at the ceiling above you, before eventually sitting up. You were on this huge bed, gently patting your chest. Noticing the change of clothes.

It was a simple white nightgown, most likely due to your other clothes covered in your blood.

Before you can even think, the door swung open, The archons looking at you.

"YOUR GRACE YOU'RE AWAKE!" Venti yellowed out, practically tears brimming his eyes. " I was so worried! "

"Your highness please, never scare us like that again." Zhongli says, closing the door behind him so others don't barge in.

Ei stood their silently, looking at you with sadden look.

You sigh," Zhongli... explained what happened after I blacked out?"

He nods, " Of course your grace, after...after you passed out, we thought we lost you after so long. We had to shield you and bring you back to the temple quick as possible. We got the best doctors to check up on you. "

You looked at your hands, clenching them into fists before letting go.

"My body was probably stressing out after using so much of my shapeshifting ability. And it magnifying with my identity crisis. It made me too vulnerable.

But who is that person I keep seeing? I didn't even dream of them..."

You sigh, " I apologize for worrying you all, it appears I must pause the game in the meantime. As I need to rest and heal. I had no idea this would have happened. I'll take note of it in the future. "

You tried to get up, but all three Archons immediately set you back down.

" I apologize your highness but we can not let you leave this room. " Zhongli says firmly, tucking you back in. "If you want anything, we will get it for you."

After everything, you just agree with it. "Ei take care of my business, Venti alert the others I'm awake. Zhongli you stay with me. " You quietly ordered them.

They all nod.

You were exhausted even if you just awoke. Som much things already on your mind.

"Zhongli can I ask you an odd request." You mumbles.

"Nothing is odd if it's coming from you your highness. What is your request?" He asked, sitting on a chair besides the bed to keep watch.

You gently lend a hand out, " can I hold your hand?"

He perked up at the request, " H-hold your hand? It would be an honor. " He gently grabs your hand. It felt reassuring to have, as you slowly blink. Falling asleep with your hand interlock with Zhongli's.

You didn't dream of that person again.

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You been recovering well, however you practically can not do anything. Like at all.

Also no info could be found of the person you are looking for. Which is huge bummer but you'll look more into it yourself once at full health.

Besides that, due to the accident the Archons are scared you're going to vomit out blood again. They are hovering over you 24/7, like you can't be alone at all. Someone has to be with you at all times.

You couldn't even feed yourself, someone has to feed you by hand while you sat in bed.

It was humiliating.

But you couldn't do much until your strength was fully back.

But there was something you didn't expect....

That was meeting the harbingers.

You were literally in a nightgown, in bed, resting and Dottore was doing a check up on you....

HOW WERE YOU SUPPOSED TO ACT????

You knew of pantalone due to business connects and such as m/n. But the others? How the hell were you supposed to deal with them???

You just sat there, unsure as they asked how your doing and such. It was obvious they wanted to be in your favor.

All you can do is let them, as time passed and you watch the harbingers speak to each other. You paid them no attention as you slowly drifted to sleep engulfed in a warm embrace of it.

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At this point, you were so sick of resting.

Besides Ei bringing you papers to read or give your signature to for your business. You practically had nothing to do!

Your been nagged to death by so many people, The Archons, Harbingers, followers etc. The list goes on and your going insane. The amount of times late at night your suffocating yourself with a pillow or punching it before being sedated by Zhongli.

You wanted to rip your hair out!

However the more you slept, the more you talked to 'that' person.

You still don't know who it is, but it's clear they were warning you of your illness.

Which confused you still, but that's a plus up. However that still doesn't change your issues.

1. Who is dream person?

2.Health is not fully healed.

3.Stuck in the temple much to your displeasure.

4. Having to pause the game.

Things are not going as you planned....

You are pacing in your room, Zhongli watching you in concerned.

"Is something wrong your highness? You seem troubled. " He asked but all you can do is pace back in forth thinking.

You looked at him.

"Zhongli, what your opinion in continuing the game? We never finished it." You faced him. He thinks about it, " I-im unsure your highness, believe me, as we want to prove our loyalty to you. You must understand we don't know how much you recovered. We fear of loosing you. "

" so if I were to wish to continue, it's assume the others would decline? "

" Most likely yes your highness. "

You sigh, running your hand through your hair, " call a meeting with everyone involved in the game. " You command yanking the doors open and swiftly walking down the hallway.

Zhongli immediately chases after you, " your highness! I understand you're displeased but your in a nightgown! Barefooted on tile! " He tries to usher you , but you only ignored him.

Others soon noticed you, common folk immediately bowed before you and stepped away. Others started to follow behind you trying to put you back to bed.

You headed to the throne room, and sat at your throne. Not caring if your dressed improperly, you wanted things done.

Aether and Paimon was visiting a noticed you walking in and the archons following behind you as well body guards. He was confused what was going on as more appeared. Soon him and Paimon was ushered in.

You held a meeting.

"As many of you know, I gotten I'll however. I feel I rested enough. I wish to continue the game. " You command, resting your head on your hand watching the others.

Chatter erupted the room.

Some disagreed to this, prioritizing your health above anything else. Other's were arguing for it, as you created the game and wished for this.

It was hotly debated between the folk.

You sat above and watched down at them, listening to their opinions. You honestly wanted to know what to do. Crossing you legs and pondered.

Zhongli was absolutely against this and he took off his coat and place it on your lap. Keeping you covered.

"Ah, thank you." You quietly say. Unknowingly as others noticed this. Them turing to face you.

"Its my pleasure your highness." Zhongli says with a smile, placing a kiss on your hand.

What was meant to be a serious debated turned into an argument over you. And now others were suggesting to give you a piece of their clothing to you.

You couldn't help but laugh nervously and blush at this stupid situation. How the hell are you supposed to manage this stupid mess? This is nothing like running a business.

God help me.

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[asahicore]

falling asleep with treasure !!

pairing. bf!treasure x reader genre. established relationship, fluff <//3 and crack (??) word count. 1.7k author's note. this has been sitting unfinished in my drafts for so long omg.. thank u to that one anon for remembering it existed and sending me an ask about it lmao! i had gotten this idea randomly thinking about clingy junkyu and then boom... this mess of a reaction slash headcanon slash idk thing came to life. hope u enjoy! it was also an excuse to use those photos of doyoung cz hes so cutie pie in them

fall asleep cuddling, drift apart while sleeping, wake up, notice you’re not cuddling, start cuddling again, and repeat - hyunsuk

hyunsuk gives off healthy mature long-term relationship vibes to me okay. i feel like a lot of couples that have been together for a while end up not cuddling while sleeping but rather get into their own comfortable sleeping positions, and then throughout the night, even though you’re so sleepy you’re barely conscious, when you realize that you’re not cuddling, you scooch back into each other’s arms. he always hits snooze on the alarm at least once in the morning just to get ten extra minutes of being with you before having to get up.

you both wake up stinky and sweaty every single time - jihoon

and it's because the two of you fall asleep in your cuddling position (usually you as the little spoon or resting your head on his chest, but you force him to let you spoon him sometimes), and then you don't. move. not an inch. if it gets too hot, one of you throws the blankets away, or gets rid of their pajama pants, or regains enough consciousness during the night to turn the fan on, but under no circumstances will you break away from your cuddling position - unless it is to get into another cuddling position, of course. it's quite nice, but it means that morning showers are obligatory, because you both smell atrocious after a night of being stuck to each other like glue on paper.

you’re not his partner, you’re his personal pillow - yoshi

you know those anime body pillows? yup. that's what you become when yoshi wants to cuddle. he gives me major cuddler vibes, so you’ll have tried every position in the book, but his favorite is definitely the one where he gets to use to your chest as a pillow and you graze your fingernails against his scalp. he’s got a leg hiked up over your hips and has his arms circling your waist and holding you tight. you can’t move. nothing will have him falling asleep as fast as that. your voice is like a lullaby to him, so he especially likes it if you talk to him in a low voice while he drifts off to sleep. he’s so happy he could fall asleep with a smile on his face. he’s so cute i’m going to off myself

you can’t escape the death hold he has on you - junkyu

a big portion of your time hanging out with junkyu is spent napping. something that surprises you every time is how even though he isn’t the touchiest of boyfriends, if you fall asleep cuddling, you literally cannot move unless you wake him up and make him let you go. forget going to the toilet when you wake up in the morning or getting a snack during your afternoon nap: if junkyu has you in his grip, you cannot escape. he doesn’t even seem to notice: he just wakes up with an innocent smile on his face, saying “oh, you’re awake, y/n?” even though you’ve been trying to discreetly untangle yourself from him for the past thirty minutes. 

*cutely drools on you* - jaehyuk

now i could NOT tell you why but jaehyuk gives me like… snorer and drooler vibes 😭 but like in a cute way okay… once he falls asleep he’s just out like a light, he can’t help it. he’s like those cartoon characters that sleep with their mouths wide open and there’s a bit of saliva at the corner of their lips. and they’re very light snores that are fun to record and embarrass him with. if you didn’t love him so much, it might give you the ick. but anyways, in terms of cuddling i see him as a mix of everyone above in a way; he loves both holding you close to him and being in your arms, he loves both rubbing your back or you playing with his hair, he loves falling asleep while cuddling but he’s also happy if you need more space and just have, like, your feet or hands touching. as long as you’re next to him he knows he’ll sleep well <3

wakes up every time you so much as move a finger - asahi

any asahi lore expert such as myself will know that asahi is a very light sleeper. i think for him cuddling is more of an activity than a way of falling asleep if that makes sense? like he’ll do it when you’re watching something, or when you’re talking and want to be physically close at the same time, but he just can’t fall asleep while cuddling. he also sweats easily, so the added warmth would just make it not fun for him 😭he’d do it for you if you really wanted it, but he’d rather just hold hands while sleeping or something like that. you’d also feel sorry for him with how often he woke up during the night, even if it was just for a few seconds, everytime you moved around too noisily or snored. he also always wakes up before you, and you’d need to have a conversation with him about how you’d rather wake up with him next to you rather than wake up without him, only to find him in the kitchen making breakfast for you :( he just wants to do something nice for him, but you’d rather be able to kiss him first thing in the morning!!!! sorry my bias is showing a bit

watches you while you sleep for so long it becomes creepy - doyoung

oh this boy 😭 if he falls asleep after you or wakes up before you, you just know he's going to be propping himself up on his elbow, gazing down at you with soft eyes and a fond smile because you're just the prettiest person in the world to him, and there's nothing else he'd rather be looking at. and he isn’t rattled in the slightest if you catch him doing it, too. he'll just smile wider and say "hey, baby" or "sleep well?", that fucker. it's lowkey creepy, but it's doyoung, so it's okay. it’s a bit jarring at first, locking eyes with someone right when you wake up, but you get used to it. i see him as similar to jaehyuk in the sense that he’s happy to fall asleep, cuddling or not cuddling, in whatever way you prefer. he’d probably like to fall asleep facing you so that he could see your face right as he woke up (in a lovely, enamored way, not in a creepy way!) 👍

keeps you from falling asleep but grumpy when you try to wake him up - jeongwoo

jeongwoo seriously gives me tired all day until it's time to go to bed vibes, like he'll usually be chill with bursts of energy here and there but in the evening he's like a cat with the zoomies. it's like 11pm and you're just trying to fall asleep because you have class or work the next day but your boyfriend is bouncing all over the room and talking a hundred words a minute, keeping you awake way past your bedtime. it's kinda cute sometimes, but most of the time, you want to suffocate him with your pillow. usually, though, he'll calm down if he sees you're really tired, or if you force him to stay in your arms and start threading your hands through his hair or rub patterns against his back - that really calms him down. he becomes super quiet instantly and can even fall asleep like that. but dear lord, when that alarm rings the next morning, you do not want to talk to him for the following fifteen minutes. he is so grumpy and sleepy in the morning, i just know. it's impossible to get him out of bed and you've just learnt to get up yourself and wait for him to wake up - although it's better to check that he hasn't fallen back asleep (which he usually has). he just keeps groaning for five more minutes and buries his head in his pillow to block the light out, but if you press a kiss to his cheek or forehead, that usually gets him to open his eyes and start smiling, then ask for a proper good morning kiss on the lips. this kid is annoying as hell, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

forgets his size and rests his whole body on you - haruto

haruto is like those big dogs that have no idea they're so big and wonder why they can't just lay on top of you. “it's because you're suffocating me, ruto! you're too heavy to rest your whole weight on me.” when you'd told him that, he pouted so hard and had seemed so genuinely upset that you apologized, took him back in your arms and simply neglected your need to breathe for a little longer. he is also one hundred percent that guy who will deny wanting cuddles or any sort of skinship, but if you don’t give it to him, he will be mad at you. if you do give it to him, he’ll pretend he doesn’t like it. you just have to be a mind reader, i guess. all this to say that even if he doesn’t tell you outright, haruto definitely wants to cuddle to sleep. sure, you can fall asleep in his arms if you really want (he loves it), but he’d rather fall asleep on you like yoshi does, even though he’s way too heavy for that.

you fight every time you have to decide who gets to be the little spoon - junghwan

my son.. do you guys know that “thank you myson!” jimin meme… anyways… junghwan might have buffed up over the years but do not get him wrong, that man is a little spoon until the day he dies. if you are also the little spoon, you will have to fight. simple as that. you can decide if it’ll be a tickle fight, an argument where you try to prove why you defend to be the little spoon more, or an actual fist fight (you might lose though), you’ll have to settle it one way or another. no matter how much both of you try to deny it, you love it either way anyway. as much as you love the feeling of his arms around you, there’s something about holding such a big man in your arms like he’s half the size that he is. 

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[iifishizzleii]

i feel so horrible for gwen, because you can literally see the toll of her best friend’s death on her and how it affected her entire SPIRAL.

like it started when her dad thought she’d killed him, and how she couldn’t even tell the him the truth because she was afraid of how he would react if he knew the person he thought killed the boy who was like his son was his daughter. then, when she does reveal her identity to him, it’s under pressure and due to her circumstances, so she’s not comfortable or willing, and neither she nor her father were in the right mindset to hear each other out. this led to something that was MOST definitely a traumatic experience for her, and Gwen didn’t even get time to process it before she ran.

and then the confidence she felt in her relationship with Miles and the confidence she had in HERSELF is withered, by the two adults who took her in when she was at her most vulnerable.

Jessica is constantly switching between kind and understanding, to cold and demanding with her, and it’s obvious how badly Gwen is trying to work with it to satisfy her. she asks Jessica to adopt her as soon as she sees her in action, showing how quickly Gwen got attached to her, most likely because she was kind of a filler for the mom she never had. which is precisely why it makes Gwen so much more emotionally open to being manipulated. (she literally gave Gwen the silent treatment for five seconds and it sent my girl into a panic mode. like. what.)

and Miguel is revealing all these things about how the Multiverse is gonna fall apart, and people are gonna die if she doesn’t do something about Miles—the only other person she can relate to because he’s just like her; a teenager wearing a mask, trying to be what the worlds wants them to be, failing, and going through things no kid should. he’s her reflection, except he’s so much more than she is, and she knows and loves that about him, but Miguel is showing her everything he’s done “wrong”, and Miguel is the only current male role model in her life, so obviously she’s going to look up to him.

neither of them even bothered to help her fix what happened with her dad, too. they just let her go along with them for MONTHS, utilizing how desperate Gwen was for some semblance of a family to get her to catch other anamolies.

she doesn’t do what she did to Miles consciously, and it’s blatant because every time Miles gets closer to his freedom, or he does something incredible, she’s always proud of him. and when he’s hurt, she looks just as pained (and guilty).

she was torn between helping Miles, or helping the Spider Society, but when he showed her that there was more than just the options every Spider Man was handed, and that the impossible can be possible, Gwen learned from it and grew.

Miles helped her, and saved her dad in the process (because he quit before becoming captain). she finna return that favor in the second movie.

[lafayette-paw-arts]

How would the vees react to one of them almost dying or actually dead

Oh you want an angst meal with extra sad. Comin' up!

There was the one time that Velvette got caught up in an extermination, she had been so badly hurt she lost consciousness. Valentino and Vox got there before the final blow was struck. Val's wings had been completely flared out to make himself look as big and intimidating as possible, Vox meanwhile appeared in a flash of electricity that just didn't leave him, sparking off his body and swirling around his claws dangerously. They were both absolutely pissed but Valentino had a very important job, getting Velvette to the safety of the tower. So he grabbed her and flew off as fast as his wings would take him while Vox had quite the time electrocuting the shit out of those angels. Obviously it didn't kill the angels but it did stun them long enough for Val to get away with Velvette. The angels had recovered fast tho and one had managed to throw an angelic spear through his screen, it nearly killed him, he had just enough energy to get himself into the power grid and get back to the tower where he promptly collapsed and shut down. Valentino was alone to deal with both of them on the brink of death, panicking and worried they'd never wake up, he patched up Velvette's wounds the best he could and screamed through the intercom for someone to send Vox's technician up to the floor they were on to fix his screen. It was the most terrifying night of Valentino's afterlife and one he REALLY doesn't want to repeat. (so that one is kind of a twofer)

Valentino has thankfully only been near death once, he pissed off the wrong person who set a trap for him and and tortured him for days using an angelic weapon they had picked up. This fucker made only one mistake, posting a picture about it online, Velvette saw it, her and Vox were there so fast. Vox started to deal with Valentino while Velvette took the angelic weapon and literally impaled the person up the ass with it, face it to say they were dead and she posted the pictures of it all over social media as a warning to anyone stupid enough to even think of trying something like that again.

Velvette wasn't around for the last time Vox and Alastor actually fought, she's only heard about it from Valentino since Vox doesn't like to talk about it. She knows Val will tease Vox about it to his face, but when Vox isn't around it's a totally different story. Valentino spins a tale of a horrifying night finding Vox on the destroyed battleground, thinking he was dead from the fight (especially because Alastor was nowhere to be seen so he assumed the victor left) He had been enraged trying to find Alastor but the deer demon was long gone, a small glitch from Vox was what indicated he was still alive which Val almost cried from relief. He took him back to the tower and got him fixed up, then proceeded to watch over his unconscious body for weeks with no sign of him waking despite how many times the technician told him Vox was fine it was just taking time to recover. (He wasn't happy to hear of Alastor's return and is happy Vox seems to be keeping his distance and just poking from afar this time)

Hope that does it for ya. I don't do character death stuff really, near death or believed death sure, not actual death. It's just not my style

[gmanwhore]

Sorry I am going absolutely insane over GLaDOS again I feel so fucking bad for her. And also yes I know all the points I hit here are part of the overarching theme of mistreatment of people, specifically women in the workplace and the cycle of abuse that is perpetuated by those in positions of power. But I am still insane over her and feel the need to ramble. Also this ramble will be from the perspective of someone who thinks GLaDOS and Caroline are seperate people so he mindful of that.

Ok so like. Picture you are GLaDOS. You were created with a specific purpose: to run a science facility and create tests for the subjects within, and guide them through the tests. Which would be simple. Then they download the consciousness of a woman whose last memory was most likely getting forced into however they downloaded her onto you. You now have something else, a new anger and vitriol that you didn't have before so you lash out because for all intents and purposes you are a child. And that outburst is deadly so people panic and try and dampen you, make you behave by weighing you down and literally putting things on you so you don't deviate from the norm they want you to fit into. And once they are done they leave. And you test and run the facility like normal on the moral code they quite literally put on you. You get a new test subject and she does well, but when you try to kill her (which you had warned her was coming several times and technically is a completely moral action because you can't deviate at this point) she escapes and removes the things holding you back and then murders you.

Then years later you are woken back up to find your beloved facility completely destroyed, and right in front of you I. The person who murdered you. And you are pissed, but...you offer your kind forgiveness because you need her. Your purpose is to test and she is your subject and you need her. So you let her test with you again, and this time you can be as insulting as you want because you have nothing holding you back, you no longer have to be kind and mild mannered. And then she replaces you with the biggest moron imaginable who pretty well within five minutes of having power begins destroying the most important things in your life and you don't even have the energy to process it because you are in a potato battery and being pecked at by birds. But again you agree to work with the person who murdered you right after liberating you because you both have no choice. And you start to actually reflect and get close to her. She has fully become the one most important things to you because she is tied directly to Aperture, to testing and happiness, but you'd never say that. And you also remember who is part of you. You remember who was hurt creating you and whose hurt and anger you have internalized. And in the end when you have power again you could have just let the biggest problem in your life die...but why would you? You care about her. You don't want her to die, and you don't want to feel responsible for her death. But you still want to let her go because you don't want her to hurt anymore and forcing her to stay is just doing exactly what everyone did to you and did to Caroline and you break it. You end the cycle by saying goodbye to someone you don't want to say goodbye to and tell her to get as far away as possible.

So anyways this is why I'm a GLaDOS apologist she was justified in a lot of things she did and boiling her down to just cruel is missing so much of her character she is actually so so so deep and she wants it to be that deep. Which is why Chell offsets her so well because Chell doesn't need things to be deep.

[ayyyez]

Tumblr threw out an error message so I'm sending again in case it ate the ask:

How about missing their s/o for Tobirama or Madara? Do they consciously (or uncounciosly) seek out items or places that remind them of their partner? Do they throw themselves into work as distraction? Does it work? Do they feel a constant longing or does it hit them unexpectedly throughout the time their s/o is away?

a/n: Oh I like this one so I'm doing it now aha. It gives me cute ideas and angst ideas oops haha thanks for sending me in a request!

Characters: Tobirama Senju, Madara Uchiha

Tags: Fluff, mildly angsty (not a lot lol)

Tobirama Senju

The type to think he won't miss his s/o until they're gone and it kind of hits after a couple of days. Like it's about how you fit into his routine and all of a sudden you aren't there and now it's a huge hole in his life.

It starts in the morning when there's no one in his bed for him to latch onto to keep warm. He's quite literally left cold in an empty bed. And now he's started off the morning very grumpy.

Then there's breakfast which he usually eats with you. Either in a comfortable silence or discussing the agenda of the day. He's grown quite fond of hearing about your routine and opinions on things. But also sharing his own.

Before he knows it he's off doing things in the village with that empty feeling. Sure it's a distraction, discussing matters with his brother, going about his day but there's no warmth waiting for him when he gets home so whats it all for? He hates that he realises this too.

The fact that he's very conscious about it leaves him on edge. Like he's wearing his robes wrong and they're tight and itchy. He feels uncomfortable. When are you coming home again? Extra grouchy.

Coming home for dinner alone would be too much at this point. Agrees to his brothers tenth invitation this week to join his family for dinner. Says it's to finally get him to stop asking. Won't admit it's because he's A LITTLE BIT lonely. Damn you for showing him what it's like to have warmth in his home.

It's definitely a longing. He thinks. Even watching how his brother is at home with his family makes him miss you more. It's not the distraction he hoped, it's only made that hole bigger. Goes home even grumpier.

When he gets home he's actually mad at you for leaving. Even though it was something you had discussed and agreed upon. He's mad because how was he supposed to know it would feel like this? Now he's even more mad because he feels mad about it.

Just kind pours himself a cup of sake and indulges himself by sitting in your shared home seeking out your presence. Goes to bed early and sleeps on your side. It has your scent and it's the closest thing to your warmth he can get.

It's a damn miracle when you return the next morning. He's both a little grouchy and clingy (for Tobirama) on your return. He's basically like No more trips away. It's too dangerous. (For his heart.)

Madara Uchiha

Okay so he's more reluctant to let you go without him not in a you can't handle yourself level but rather he's just incredibly clingy doesn't want you to go lol.

Misses you right away. Notices your presence isn't there instantly. Especially in the village because you're his one saving grace in everything. The light in the darkness, so now that's gone and he's just kind of lost.

Bit of a hermit and stays home at first. Just doesn't want to leave anything to do with your presence but also in general doesn't like being in the village without you.

Big fan of sleeping in and staying in bed just remebering all the time the two of you spend relaxing there. Makes him sadder though so he has to get out of there and mope somewhere else.

Spends a lot of time hanging around the roof of his house watching the village and at the table where you share your meals just thinking. He's the kind of person to remember conversations and how he felt having them. Reminices trying to chase those moments and feelings.

Decides he's going to make more of them the moment you're back.

Eventually though he has to leave the house to get supplies like food and stuff. So he visits the market and the local vendors (the nicer ones) inquire after you and that makes him smile. He likes that you've made a home for yourself, with him.

And now he's missing you all over again. But he doesn't feel like he needs to stay in the house. He takes the usual route the two of you do around the village on your walks. Stops at the shops you like just because. Buys you things for when you return.

When he does return home he cooks your favourite food even though he's not even sure when you'll be back. It just makes him feel connected to you. It brings him back to life a bit.

Once Madara mopefest has completed and he's used to you being away he also manages to go see Hashirama who takes him out around the village.

He's honestly just thankful when you return because home felt so empty without you. Next time he wants to go with you. He doesn't like being left behind.

[valyalyon]

August 2, 2025

This short post is about D's labor with her and Raphael's son, lot of CW's ahead. This is does have a happy ending, though, so I hope everyone enjoys!

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I had entered the hospital early that morning with Raphael at my side...

CW: difficult labor resulting in rapid blood loss, mentions of vomiting, hospital setting, blood collection and transfusion mentions, near-death experience. 500 words.

...My water had broken a few hours before we had arrived, but I had delayed going to the hospital just a bit.

Even arriving after a delay, our son was still not ready to come out, and I went through a pretty agonizing labor. About mid-day, Raphael was calling my mother to come to the hospital.

By that point, I had started to bleed, but not a lot. I was holding up really well, and kept a pretty jovial personality the whole way through, sometimes cracking jokes in the heat of a contraction to help Raphael calm down.

He was definitely panicking, and I know it was warranted…

When my mom arrived, she was brought into another room immediately for her blood to be collected. Only about 35 minutes had passed since she was called, and I had started losing a lot more blood.

I was still seemingly in good spirits, but I was quieter, and my eyes and face were getting dull. Raphael was in panic mode, he had never seen me so weak and was worried he’d be losing me.

I remember trying to crack jokes, but soon I was vomiting.

Within seconds, there were IV’s, blood transplants from my mother, and the voice of a scared Raphael, “hurry! Fuck, hurry!”

There was a moment where I felt myself losing consciousness, I could feel everything around me, but I was standing or floating? Apart from myself, and then I started to lose everything.

I was in quite a lot of pain, and our son was not budging. My cervix was expanding, but my son just wasn’t coming out, I needed to push.

The issue was that I was so weak after all the blood I lost. My brain essentially was convinced that I was dying, and I started to die.

Even after the transplants, my body was like, too heavy to move. Like I had already gone into the mode of a corpse. Emotionally, I died, and my body felt so weak.

My mom’s blood literally saved my life.

For a couple hours, I barely moved, and then I finally gathered the strength.

I sat up and started pushing, giving birth to Leon at 8:15pm.

Leon had tufts of dark hair and he was a fat baby. He laid on my chest with his eyes closed, and a little scowl on his face that reminded me a lot of his father.

Raphael’s eyes were bright for once. He looked at Leon and I with an expression that showed care and concern. Finally, he spoke, “he’s so beautiful… you’re so beautiful. Thank you, Dolores.”

“That labor was scary,” I finally admitted to him.

He nodded his head, a sigh escaping his lips, “yeah that was terrifying.”

“Do you want to hold him?” I asked, looking up at Raphael.

“Please,” he pulled up a chair and I handed Leon over to him slowly.

Raphael took him into his arms, cradling him, and then sitting down, “he’s so pudgy but small…”

“He has your hair,” I laughed and pointed.

“I’m so lucky to have you and him here right now, Dolores. Thank you…”

[izzyspussy]

tell me more about jamie and roy getting pegged? looking at you with keen interest

Hiiiii I would love to

one of jamie's favorite things because of Gender

also he's just really sensitive/responsive so just on a physical level

also really loves getting rimmed

not to objectify that man but look at his butt okay it's literally made to be played with idk what to tell you

anyway so first time, jamie found keeley's strap on and started to laugh and ask what it was for before being like oh right yeah cuz you're bisexual right, and she was like well sure yeah that too but mainly getting dicked down has no gender, and jamie was embarrassed to have not thought of that and therefore had to overcompensate and ask for it immediately, and keeley was like okay babe if you're sure, and he was like yeah it's literally not a big deal lol i've never been less intimidated by anything in my life lmao, so she dicked him down and he saw god

unlike for roy, the vulnerability is part of the draw for jamie, honestly to sex in general. he's happy to be submissive and sweet in bed even with strangers, given that's what they want and they don't act like a prick

it's not that roy dislikes being vulnerable, it's just deeply uncomfortable and it takes him a good long while to get used to it not only with each new person but also each new act that makes him feel that way. he has to consciously, deliberately, and with effort work his way up to it every time.

if he gets to watch jamie do it first, that's like skipping a middle step or two, and he can get to the endgame of letting himself enjoy it faster and with less stress

jamie doesn't mind being watched (fucking obviously) but the fact that it's roy watching, and it's something that roy personally finds to be a Big Deal in some way, makes it more intense when usually exhibitionism is honestly like basically nothing to him lmfao.

anyway more specifically re: the post i made. i've been picturing them at a hotel for an away game, and they're not quite together yet but they're not quite not together, just enough that it's not out of left field for them to have sex but it's definitely not an established relationship at all. and roy and keeley in particular are both feeling pretty insecure about where they all stand, the two of them can't manage to talk about their issues directly and end up with pegging as a metaphor. and jamie just... ends up in the middle, the way he always does.

so keeley has jamie on his back on the hotel bed, with roy sitting in an armchair to the side or whatever, with the purpose of like a) maybe a tiny little bit using jamie to make roy jealous, b) show roy it's safe to be vulnerable with the two of them, and c) show roy how fucking good it feels.

i've got the vivid image in my head of keeley fingering jamie open, taking her sweet time because he really likes that, and he's covering his face with his arm because roy's attention is A Lot, but even if he was embarrassed enough to try he couldn't stop the noises he's making or stop rolling his hips down onto keeley's fingers. and roy quite simply cannot decide which one of them he wants to be more.

[pttucker]

"Thank you." The words spilled out and Yoo Joonghyuk replied indifferently. "Don't say anything that isn't in your heart. I know you dislike me." "Of course, I dislike you. I hate you. You are the person who took my role." "I don't know what that means." In Lee Sookyung's head, time flowed slowly. She heard that it should move quickly… then why? Was it because it was hard and difficult? "…I've known you from a long time ago. That kid often talked about you. He came to visit his mother in prison and only talked about this." –This time, he challenged the 12 gods of Olympus. The young face of Kim Dokja as he talked happily. Many thoughts had floated on this child's face. Yoo Joonghyuk spoke like he felt Lee Sookyung's heart rate slowing down. "Lee Sookyung. Don't let go of your mind." Lee Sookyung barely maintained her blurring consciousness. She continued to be drowsy on Yoo Joonghyuk's back. "In any case, at least once… I wanted to thank you." "You are saying things that I can't understand."

Okay, so I've been thinking this for a while now but is Joonghyuk perhaps literally unable to comprehend that he's a character in a novel?

Like, at first I just thought it was a secret (obviously it was) and he didn't know and then I thought that maybe, for some reason, he just didn't care because he's so goal-motivated and has crushed down all his own emotions beyond what's needed to save the world, but now I'm really starting to wonder if he literally cannot process it. Like maybe he has his own version of Fourth Wall but it stops him from realizing that he's a character in a novel no matter what people say.

Like, Han Sooyoung literally calls him "protagonist" to his face but it's Han Sooyoung so it's quite possible he brushed it off as that's just how she sees the world as a writer.

But we also have the fact that people were starting to recognize that the world was following TWSA way back before Dokja got lost for three years, heck people were recognizing it both inside and outside the Seoul dome way back when he pretended to be Joonghyuk for the first time. Since then, rumors have been spread all across the internet and there's apparently still functioning news agencies because Dokja's party members are treated like celebrities.

So you'd think by now that it has to be common knowledge right? If nothing else, Sooyoung can't have been the only person to ever say something weird or act weird around the Yoo Joonghyuk. It wouldn't shock me at all if people haven't tried to interview him like they did with Heewon and Jihye.

So does he genuinely have no feelings in regards to finding out he's a fake person? Do none of the other characters not care either? We've had plenty of POV scenes from other characters but thinking about it, the one time that we see the novel openly discussed is between Dokja and his mom, Dokja and Sooyoung, Sooyoung and Sangah...all non-characters...

And now we have Dokja's mom trying to have this serious conversation with Joonghyuk and he's saying he doesn't understand and while you can take that to mean that he doesn't understand how he helped Dokja since he's only recently met him, I'm starting to wonder if it's not more literal - that he literally can't process what she's talking about.

Like, Dokja literally just got done showing the giants the literal scenes of TWSA and Joonghyuk had no reaction whatsoever. Like, maybe in that particular instance he wasn't able to see those scenes, only Dokja and the giants could, but still...

"Where are your parents?" "I was told they died in an accident." "You don't sound sad." "I can't grieve what I can't remember." Lee Sookyung knew. He didn't remember because it wasn't in the original novel. Everything about Yoo Joonghyuk was just a character setting. From the beginning, Yoo Joonghyuk's parents didn't exist. Lee Sookyung hesitated for a moment. "Yes, humans are like this. Do you think I remember all my childhood?" "…Is it memory loss?" "Everyone gets memory loss. Little by little, we will forget our memories and one day, we will forget everything."

And then on the other side we have this. It almost feels like Sookyung is trying to reassure him that it's normal not to remember things that happened when they were children and she specifically goes out of her way to say humans are like this. Like she's trying to tell him that he's still a human and reassure him that this is normal and not from him literally being a made up person.

So maybe he does know and has just been quietly processing it? Or maybe he does have a Fourth Wall, maybe all the characters do, but instead of blocking them from understanding, their versions keep their reactions to the real world muted whereas Dokja's keeps his reactions to TWSA muted? So they're aware but just can't bring themselves to care???

Like, I could see maybe one or two people just genuinely not caring, and maybe one of those people is Joonghyuk just because of how emotionally exhausted he has to be by now (both him AND 1863rd) but you're telling me that Lee Jihye doesn't have some opinions on all of that? Lee Hyunsung hasn't at least asked Dokja what he was like in the novel? Shin Yoosung hasn't asked about what she did in a future without Dokja taking her under his wing?

And then finally we have this:

Yoo Joonghyuk spoke, "Sometimes I remember things. I remember someone watching me." It was the first time Lee Sookyung heard this story and she wondered, "…Who was watching you?" "I don't know either. There was a gaze watching me for a long time. There were times when I often felt the gaze." After Yoo Joonghyuk's words were over, Lee Sookyung didn't talk for a long time. There was a long silence before Lee Sookyung laid her hands on Yoo Joonghyuk's head and spoke in a gentle voice. "Maybe it was your parents." Lee Sookyung stared up at the sky. Numerous constellations were watching them.

I feel like Sookyung is once again trying to make him feel better by saying it was his parents but at the same time Joonghyuk isn't really connecting the whole "Dokja came to talk to me about you every day when he was younger" to "Dokja knows my entire life story including my future" to "someone has been watching me for years." Or, if he is connecting the two, he's unwilling to verbalize it and just seems like he's side-stepping the whole issue?? So either he can't process that he's a character or can but can't really feel it?

Well, if nothing else, I do love it when we get mentions of Joonghyuk feeling like someone was with him during his hardships just the same as Dokja felt that Joonghyuk was there with him during his.

[darlingpwease]

pussy agenda was always in. yuuta would quite literally be the epitome of sexual repression and frustration; the barest form of contact would already have him rubbing his legs together in search for the bliss of physical respite. god forbid you hug him and a cool breath from you tickles the shell of his ear-- he's already scrambling back to his dorm and using some stolen article of yours to hump off to as he recalls the sensation of intimacy he's been exempt from for so long... not brazen in the slightest and it drives him insane.

he definitely squirms around a lot when he strives for an orgasm, crying and whimpering as he clutches at nothing. choked moans almost exude off the impression he's in pain from depravation, sporadic and volatile movements possessed. loves to arch his back like he's trying to meet into the touch of someone-- in his head, yours, and his legs start shaking senselessly when his cute clit gets rubbed.

spreads his lips apart for the pathetic thrill when his imagination pictures you with him-- soon after abruptly closing his thighs when his clit throbs overwhelming so. endlessly thrashes around and sweetly crying out pleas with semblances of your name even when it garners concern from outside his door, even when he fails to muffle himself in an attempt for decency; vibrator or fingers, a pillow in place of a body, whatever does the job will have to do it very thoroughly, he can deal with the humiliation he dug himself later with a fooling act.

you think he isn't a squirter? oh love, he may as well be a dog pissing to mark its territory. so animalistic. the faint trickle of a happy trail that fades into obscurity starts to cling heavier when his cum droops down from it-- his thighs, his hip lines, his womb. so fucked out, he can't help but sigh longingly and curl up in the puddle of his own debauchery.

atleast rika's soul has passed on, and he doesn't have to worry about her disbelief of such wantonry all concealed under the guise of his shy innocence.

he only hopes that she takes a liking to you-- though it wouldn't surpass the amount of desire dedicated to your person, it'd certainly... help with the inevitable post clarity shame.

then again, she doesn't have an outstanding reason to exclude you from the bounds of her favour, when you drive him so breathe less.

--

i didn't really know how to make this more interesting nor compartmentalized, so i feel a little shameful of this. i too suffer from shit sleep schedule </3 but pussy truly tight truly clean truly fresh... pussy fat full of flesh baby

I do not know, everything is in a fog... I saw a 'pussy' and lost consciousness... came to myself when I wrote it all... /hj

also a huge number of kisses for my star you are as always gorgeous I adore you <33333 /gen

blossoming

more than 2500 words

content warnings: mild unhealthy behaviour, sexual frustration + sexual repression, body insecure, not very realistic (absolutely unrealistic) but very detailed /neg

mention of dub-con (?, fantasy), hypersexuality, awkward first time, heavy petting (humping), sexual fantasy, sex toys (vibrator), squirting, fingering (solo, g.), hyperstimulation (g.), mild body worship (g.)

the part under the dividing line is shameless monsterfuck & tongue fucking with cursed spirit!reader

Good pretty boy,,,,, Yuuta is so unrestrained and unable to resist temptation, especially when you are next to him, timidly wrapping your fingers around his, or pressing against his side; bending down to hear something or say something. Ordinary friendly moments, a fleeting touch of skin to skin, an innocent cooing or a desire to enter his personal space, allowing him to slide over you with an indecently adoring gaze; notice new features that he hadn't even noticed before, until you were so close to him that he could smell you — this is enough to his heart skipped a beat.

It's even good that you don't pay attention to him when talking about something, because Yuuta's face is so excited and rosy that you would probably start to worry, although there is absolutely no reason for this — he is already used to you making him so weak and trembling, hears only your voice and the frantic pounding of his heart, although there is no reason for him to be like that.

He just can't help but be like that when you're around.

... In fact, you don't even need to be around.

Yuuta, who curls up in a ball to feel safe when he touches himself, gently, almost weightlessly caressing himself through his clothes — when he is still so awkward and insecure, feeling so hot and thirsty, but the realization that he is like this because of a simple interaction with you makes him feel sick. It is so unusual and exciting to communicate with someone, especially with someone so kind and affectionate, not afraid that he can hurt, eager to help him — his face did not stop blushing all this time, hands are so wet; the main thing is that you do not consider him strange, he will not tolerate such a shame and a humiliating experience during the longest and sweetest conversation in several years. But you didn't seem too disappointed and didn't want to make fun of him, looking down slightly at his agitation and weak stutter, and didn't even look disgusted when he desperately tried to find more topics for conversation so as not to let you get bored and leave.

You were really so... affectionate... You even touched his skin several times — although shame burns his cheeks, remembering how he pulled away out of habit, but this warmth becomes pleasant, you tried so hard to convince that everything is fine and you understand that, you will be more gentle with him in the future. Will you? It's optional, but it would be nice... and pleasant.

Yuuta didn't plan anything good if he agreed to the offer, but it actually turned out to be a good choice. His classmates turned out to be not such bad people — even if they did not manage to find a common language at first. And you, you also turned out to be not such a bad person. Even very good. If nothing happens, it would be good to get along better with you. You seem like a very nice person.

And a little, just a little, perfect.

You liked him too? At least a little bit...

His body is so hot.

Has it always been like this? Has it always been so wet and swollen, sensitive to even the faintest touch? It was as if something had teased him to the point of painful sensitivity, but he had only just managed to get to his room to undress. He's too wet, — both inside and out, — too wet to think that this is how it should be. You just touched his hips and arms a couple of times, but it was platonic, completely platonic, even when your fingers casually touched his thigh while you were saying something — he couldn't concentrate nor ask you to stop stroking.

It was so good, and the thought that you don't even understand what it looks like was even more exciting. Yuuta probably looked so sick, especially when he wanted to squeeze hips to rub them, but only trembled, wanting your hand to stay in place, casually stroking. It was nice to touch him, wasn't it? Or was it just your action out of habit, without even realizing what you are doing and what you are touching?.. For some reason, he wants it to be the first.

He is not one of the softest, but maybe you would like to squeeze his hips, leaving red marks, or bite, slightly grabbing his sensitive skin. Or maybe you would like to slide your lips along the inside of his thigh, closer to his groin, ignoring his... his wet... He would cum just from seeing you between his legs — you don't even need to touch him; just the thought that you will see him so pathetic and desperately wet, full of these desires, seeing how it pulsates with excitement — Yuuta can only bury his nose in the pillow, moaning pitifully when touches clit through underwear. He's already so soaked in the fabric, even though he hasn't even touched it once, his fingers haven't touched it yet-

He shouldn't be in such a thirsty rage like in heat just because you were gentle with him and friendly, but when he squeezes the pillow between his legs, rubbing against it, feeling the wet fabric stick, making the friction more slippery, Yuuta can't help but think that your thigh would feel better. Your hands holding him tight, forcing him to rub against you in a rougher rhythm until he is too stimulated to drool and desperately cling to you, but you don't even think about stopping until he comes again-

he'll definitely go crazy one day if this continues.

Okay, okay, but Yuuta, who's not sure about his body? Yes, maybe it doesn't sound attractive, but there is something in the fact that he tries not to touch himself naked too much and doesn't like to take off too many clothes. He just doesn't like what he sees, and doesn't have a lot of opportunities to be naked when he's too nervous about being caught off guard — at least that's what he tells himself when hides under the covers to gently touch pussy through clothes, but immediately pull away hand, curled up. He shouldn't do it — but he can't help but rub his legs, clinging to the pillow and sheets when wants to caress himself instead.

His body doesn't feel attractive and alluring at all, but Yuuta can't stop wanting friction and touching; that someone pulls his panties aside and touches his clit, or rubs his easily-wet pussy until it starts to hurt from lack of more. He doesn't want to not see it nor really touch it — but rush around the bed from the thought that you will grab his hands so as not to let him stop you from seeing it as best as possible, gently push his thick swollen labia, or how you push your fingers inside, stretching, whispering that only such a workout can help him become stronger... or realize that it's enough for him to just keep his hips spread for you if he cum even from a couple of rough thrusts. Yuuta is actually so pretty, and you like how well he perceives any caress, so longing for touch that his pussy tightly squeezes your fingers whenever you try to remove them — maybe his hips would try to do the same if you had not taken this opportunity from him in advance. But his ruddy face with shining eyes, watching how well you stretch and treat him, ignoring his moans and whining, kissing him when his body starts to tremble sweetly

Yuuta is so close to coming that when he wakes up alone, feeling that his underwear is all wet and sticky again, he can't help but feel almost despair. He doesn't like to touch his body once again — it's embarrassing and strange — with this heat and friction, but it's the first time he cums so hard when his hand rubs the swollen clit, thinking that you would surely like this sight.

His fingers are so wet because of the juice, but body relaxes so pleasantly, finally ceasing to be so hungry.

... Not for long, though.

The boy can't help but blush when chooses toys, hoping that no one will catch him,,, I'm sure he's just in excited horror when he sees something big, doubting how anyone can cope with such a thing at all — maybe the whole point is that he's still too inexperienced, but it looks monstrous.

In the end, a couple of controlled round vibrators is the only thing he decides to buy, trying very desperately to hide his purchase, dying even from the thought that someone will understand what it is </3 it sounds just awful, but Yuuta can't deny that he's in a hurry not only so that no one sees him. And it still feels not like your touch, but much better than your fingers — although he still rubs his clit to make himself cum, just because you would definitely do the same. Although the thought of cumming by touching himself makes him feel perverted and almost disgusted, it's nice when Yuuta thinks that you would probably make him cum that way for the first time — on your fingers, rubbing his clit and pushing deeper, gently stretching and cooing how good it feels.

When the vibrator continues to work, it doesn't feel so bad, even if he can't cum anymore.

Good good good but when Yuuta touches himself for the first time, yielding to some impulse — maybe after you first touched him through his clothes, whispering how sensitive and excited he is, and how much you want to touch him and push his lips apart, and Yuuta can't help but feel himself affected. For some reason, imbued with some kind of interest in what is interesting to you, even if earlier a simple thought to touch him caused a ashamed repulsion — now for some reason it seems not so, but something exciting.

"Push his lips apart"? You probably mean it — they're, uh, thick enough... but you cooed that they're amazing, so he shouldn't stop just because of that, he should understand exactly what you'll see when you spread his thighs. This is a common curiosity!

... Yuuta can't keep looking at it for long though — although it looks definitely better now than he thought it would, but just the thought that you would see something like this makes him feel ashamed. Maybe it would be better to tell you that you should not look there — although Yuuta knows that he will not be able to refuse you if you seriously want it, too eager to please you </3

Self-indulgence, but eating his pussy until it hurts is my reason to write for him,,,,,, he's probably so trembling and almost mindless when you rub his clit again, gently treating his pussy, maybe even cooing what good treatment he deserves, so longing and needy, he was probably treated so unfairly, and Yuuta can't help but be ashamed if you turn to it... him, but he just looks with glistening wet eyes at how you stretch him, kissing the inside of his thighs as a pause — before returning, again forcing him to squirm in your hands.

But when Yuuta can't stand it; listen, but his insanely excited eyes, when he jerks sharply, trying to move away, feeling that something is wrong, it doesn't feel the same as before, but you don't let him — his excitedly broken voice doesn't have time to warn you </3 when he squeezes you, almost choking with shock and excitement, while you keep rubbing, not letting him stop until his body can no longer.

... The first experience of squirting ends well, apart from his shame after and refusal to get out from under the blanket, although he is so weak and shaking that you can easily remove the blanket yourself </333

№1

by the way, speaking of the cursed spirit- as far as we know, they don't have genitals, but you do have a tongue. considering what a certified monsterfucker he is, I'm sure he'll be into it.

Will definitely be an excited and trembling drooling mess if you rub your tongue between his labia, caressing Yuuta's swollen sensitive clit, or gently stretch him — getting almost to his cervix, stimulating even more intensely, or gently stroking him, only slightly pushing inside, making him squirm and beg for you to go deeper. When you push it deeper and slowly, letting him feel how his pussy gradually fills up more and more, but at the same time holding him firmly in place without being able to move at his will — you're not even sure if all this liquid is your saliva or it's his juice; but Yuuta whines and sobs so sweetly, eager to beg you to stop teasing him, but at the same time he does not want to interrupt you, knowing that you are enjoying this vulgar reaction and thirst of his <3

Or give him a ride on your tongue? He's so awkward and exuberantly ruddy when he understands what you want from him, but that doesn't mean he's against it, okay? He is so uncertain about finding a place on your face — or what you can call your face — still worrying about how comfortable you are until you start gently pushing — and probably the rest of the time it ends up with his pussy being very stretched and wet, pulsating from constant orgasms, so how does he go crazy so easily from the slightest stimulation, and if you also support him, then he just can't calm down.

Don't get wrong — Yuuta is always only for your initiative... but he is so longing, so nervous against the background of the possibility of losing you and excitement because of the understanding that you stayed with him even after your death, that he wants to somehow show that he is also desperate, he also loves you, you are the most attractive a person in the world, and your attitude of “come on honey show me how much this shy pussy wants to get fucked” doesn't help at all when Yuuta chokes on saliva, trying to get as deep and rough as possible while you encourage him, cooing <333

In the end, he still tries to bury himself a little in the blanket, but it's not humiliating to let you know that he loves you and longs for you always. It's just embarrassing when Yuuta thinks he could have chosen a less messy path, but everything is fine <33333

№2

I beg for the first time Yuuta jerks off and literally at some point remembers Rika and feels his libido drop. Then he remembers you and somehow everything gets better, but the residue remains </3

He is just horrified at the thought that she will find out how perverted he is, as soon as she only allows him to have personal space and the opportunity to be constantly aroused; but he himself did not know that he was like that until you began to touch him and his body became so drowned in pleasure </3 but it kind of makes his stress ease, so he's not sure if he can give up constantly rubbing the pillow between his legs </33 he just hopes she wouldn't be too disappointed.

[afterartist]

‘wait, wait, wait- you’ve been using it without having any idea what this does?’ Rivper’s eyelights fizzled out, near silent pop as his magic rushed into a churning pit where his stomach would be.

Helical shifted uneasily, glancing at the now softly swaying key dangling from the brim of his hat, orange gems glimmering softly.

‘well, i suppose… i never really thought about it, came with the eye,’ his hand waved non committedly around his right eye socket, the cracked glass of the prothetic eye light, a matching shade of orange. The panicked whine that escaped Rivper’s throat was, under most circumstances, quite impressive, currently though, Helical new better then to push the Sans that had survived multiple encounters with Nightmares gang, even earning a few G during said encounters. Helical himself had met the gang a few times, though he’d never been payed for his hospitality, escaping, barely, with his life being the most compensation he’d ever received from the cutthroat group.

The Sans equivalent of a multiverse taxi pressed the palms of his hands into his sockets, groaning,

‘you’re a magical item merchant, you literally deal with magic items daily, if anyone were to grasp the concept of unbelievably dangerous artefacts it should be you.’

Helical shrugged, gaze falling to the wayside, slightly left of Rivper’s hip, as he avoided eye contact,

‘well, i don’t, but i do enjoy learning about any magical item i may or may not have gotten myself cursed and soul-bound with.’ He tried for a reassuring smile, the act quickly falling at the others shout.

‘you what??!’ Rivper’s hands moved in a motion betraying his desire to strangle the salesman,

‘no, no, one thing at a time.’ Taking a deep breath he steadied himself, letting his shoulders slump along with the resigned puff of air.

‘that,’ he flicked the key, sending it swaying once more, ‘is a trans-dimensional gateway skeleton key, a tsk for simplicity, and it’s not from our multiverse.’

Helical, who had been snickering at the skeleton pun, choked on air,

‘w-what? how the hell is this thing not from our multiverse? and if so; how did i end up with it, surely one of the star sanses, or heck, even nightmare’s lot, would have gotten to this before me.’

Rivper shifted awkwardly, feet digging into the damp grass, of Idletale’s Waterfall, below them as he rubbed the back of his neck self consciously,

‘t-the thing is, i don’t think the stars are aware of this, only people who get a key really know about them, apparently they’re supposed to be passed on by hand, but it’s not unheard of for them to simply disappear from one au and reappear in another. and, as to how they’re from a different multiverse,’ Rivper paused, trying to remember exactly what his predecessor had told him.

‘as you know, there are multiple universes, aus, but there are also multiverses, like, a multiverse like ours except all our personalities are swapped.’

Helical nodded along, dimly aware of the concept after overhearing a few AUs in the Omega Timeline discussing something along similar lines.

‘well, this one multiverse, never got told the name, only had seven aus in it, and even that was too much, it quickly got overcrowded and started collapsing in on itself. the ones in charge of that multiverse, uhh they were riverpeople by the way, not sanses, decided the only way to survive was to escape to a different multiverse.’

‘our multiverse, right?’ Helical butted in, not particularly liking where this story seemed to be heading.

Rivper nodded, he had temporarily forgotten that, despite his antics (read: habit of creating disasters) Helical was a sans, and a bloody smart one at that, so it shouldn’t be too surprising he was catching on.

‘exactly, seven aus, and a key for each, i’ve, uhh, never been exactly told what happened to the original key owners, and honestly, i’m not planning on going looking. the point is, all seven keys ended up in our multiverse somehow, and, with a surprising amount of sentience for keys, keep finding themselves keymasters.’

Helical’s face scrunched, confusion bright in his one real, teal, eyelight,

‘okay, while that does sound thoroughly confusing, and upsettingly morbid, i’m not really seeing the danger here, so far all i know is that this key allows me to travel between aus and that’s pretty much it.’

Rivper bit his knuckle, humming in thought to himself,

‘okay, i will admit, not the best explanation, uhmn, okay, so, yes,’ he stalled, struggling to unjumble the wire mesh of words bubbling in his throat.

‘these keys have the ability to rip holes through space time, like a sort of wormhole, except they can travel between universes, between multiverses if really pushed, but like any tool, can cause irreparable damage if used incorrectly. each of the seven keys is based on one of the seven human traits, yours is bravery,’ he paused, slipping something silver with a dark blue glean to it from his robe, ‘mine,’

He steamrolled over the gasp Helical let out at the information of Rivper owning his own key, ‘is integrity. this is why i can only use the key to a place i say i’m going to, no changing my mind halfway through, the reason i’m a great multiverse taxi is because i have to stay integral about my intentions, gotta stick to my rules, 5g and i’ll take you wherever you need no matter what no questions asked. thinking about it, i suppose it’s also why you can never know where your key will take you, you’ve got to brave about going somewhere you don’t know for it to work, overcome the fear of the unknown.’

Rehiding the key into his clothes, Rivper made eye contact with Helical,

‘however, no matter how cool they are, these keys only work with someone who has the same main soul trait of the keys, that’s why they usually find themselves aligned with a human, but,’ he paused, the risk of showing his soul weighing heavily, before sighing, drawing out the glowing culmination of his being, deep royal blue, pools of integrity dripping off the shaking soul, ‘i happen to have the soul trait of integrity.’

Helical’s gaze never left the soul, peacefully floating in Rivper’s grip dripping through his fingers unnaturally, his own hand moving to his chest where he knew the cracked and dimly flickering orange of his own Bravery adjacent soul lay.

‘it’s just as well, because, if anyone who didn’t share the soul trait with their tsk attempts to use the key, it would eat their soul whole and then everything else in their universe and, thusly, anything their universe touches.’

‘what?! are you telling me this whole time I’ve had a literal black hole waiting to happen attached to my hat like a decoration?!’ He shook Rivper’s shoulders in distress, the blue clad skeleton pushing his hands off with ease,

‘do you understand where my distress was coming from now?’

‘oh stars- and nightmare nearly used it-‘ Helical ignored Rivper at the memory of the negative skeleton, dark oily tentacles curled around his only escape, hand tightening around his throat as the king pondered the key curiously. If he hadn’t hit Nightmare with one of his platforms, effectively distracting him, he may very well be dead, deader then dead, and possibly have taken half the multiverse with him.

Rivper sighed, gripping Helical by the arms,

‘look, it’s- well, not okay, but you weren’t aware, and now you are, you’ll be more careful right? hey, we can even teach eachother about what we know of with the keys and any necessary safety protoco-‘

‘there you guys are, I thought we made it a rule not to wander off for more then five minutes.’

The two broke away from their conversation as a fatigued but content voice called out to them, belonging to a shorter skeleton. Barrier, stood at the end of the path, left hand gripped tightly around Idle’s right, betraying the fact that the taller of the two had probably been attempting to get himself into more trouble. Next to them stood Spoke and Climate, the two having a pleasant conversation from the looks of it, Spoke explaining the intricacies of echo flower tea while Climate nodded along sagely, likely not actually understanding anything the other said.

Rivper, despite himself, hadn’t noticed how long they’d been gone, having separated outside Gerson’s empty shop, the after-Genocidal quietness of Idle’s AU allowing for time to loose meaning relatively easily. Helical took the sudden interruption with stride,

‘ah, sorry bars,’’don’t call me that.‘i’ve spent the last twenty minutes trying to convince ripver to let me have a spin at his ferry.’

Helical was unsettlingly good at lying, something Rivper didn’t fancy looking deeply into,

‘and i’ve spent the last twenty minutes telling you over my cold dust. i’m not letting anyone take my pride and joy for a ‘spin’, least of all a sans that somehow causes more destruction then idle without even trying, and idle is a maniac that can summon a gun out of nowhere whenever he so pleases.’

Idle’s offended gasp at the, honestly quite just accusation, added the needed humour to break any remaining tension in the conversation, the six sanses quickly falling into familiar ease as they formulated their next plan, running out of supplies as they were it was looking likely that they’d have to send someone to the Omega Timeline to restock.

As the conversation drifted toward’s why it wasn’t a good idea to allow Idle alone in the AU unsupervised, Helical couldn’t help his thoughts lagging on one small problem.

If Helical and Rivper each had one, where were the other five keys.

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A few people have asked about Helical’s key, and I actually have a lot of lore set up for it, so I thought I’d write a small one shot thingy explaining it, also revealing that Rivper also has a key!!

The key idea is completely mine, I don’t think anyone else has done this(??) sorry if someone has lol,

But I’m also leaving it as an open thing, as in, if you wanna give your AU one of the five keys go wild, free reign, as long as they share the soul trait with their tsk key they’re pretty much open for interpretation and you can use them however

Here’s a little sketch of Rivper and Helical’s Keys as an example:

But yeah, that’s it, hope this didn’t bore you lol

(Also the keys hold some more very important lore but no spoilers (; )

[summonerscenarios]

Hi there! This is my first time submitting requests and stuff and I'm not sure if you're still doing these but if you do, Cthugha and Akiha Gongen dating a tsundere MC?

Welcome, welcome~! Apologies that your first request took so long hun but I'm still learning more about these two. With that being said I hope this was well worth the wait (also idk why it was so hard to pin down a tsundere personality but i gave it a go lmao)

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Cthugha

From the offset things are heated - literally. Your attitude comes off as hot headed to those who make a habit of stepping on your toes or bothering you with something longer than a few words. Cthugha’s whole protagonist spiel almost certainly ticks that box, so it’s safe to say that things don’t necessarily end the most amicably. It’s not as though you intend to come off so callous, but it’s hard to get used to someone who’s so outwardly expressive and loud (though at this point you’re sure you should already be used to it considering just how many big players have been pushing your buttons with their attitude since you first appeared into this world).

That seems to put a bit of a damper into his mood, and you almost feel bad for the old one since he doesn’t seem too used to the whole friend making thing, much less someone who makes no attempts to be welcoming to people you’ve just met. That thankfully doesn’t last for very long before he’s springing right back into action, seemingly emboldened by some internal motivational speech as he seems more determined than ever to earn your respect and trust. You almost swear you hear something about character archetypes and story arcs, but if it makes him happy you’ll humor this dragon transient just this once - besides, Ryota’s always telling you to give people a chance and not to cut them off so quickly.

When you start hanging out more and more often you begin to learn more about him, namely the lack of interaction with others for millenia longer than you’ve been alive, alongside his penchant for treating everything like a hero story arc as a way to mask his self consciousness with a heroic bravado. Once you begin getting past all of that you slowly begin to get a feel for what he’s really like; Cthugha tries really hard to be someone that people can look up to and fawn over, and time and time again it’s rarely ever ended as well as he’d hoped. And yet despite all of this you’re one of the first people to give him a chance, the one person who at first acted brash and hostile in an attempt to ward him away. You’re not sure if it's that or just the fact that he’s so set on wanting to impress you, but those feelings of tolerating him morph into something fonder, something that you can’t quite put your finger on until it’s staring you in the face.

The first time those walls of yours finally melted Cthugha was absolutely smitten, and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that he’s down bad for you. It wasn’t as though he’d done anything particularly funny or outlandish, but it must have tickled you the right way as the sudden snort of laughter has him freezing in surprise, almost not believing his eyes and ears when you chuckle and lean up against his side so casually. You must not have realized what you were doing at first until you’d caught the therian looking at you, your face turning a pretty shade of pink as you straightened back up, doing a poor attempt to hide your face as you try to deny it in the first place. It’s such a small glimpse into what you’re like beneath that rough exterior, but Cthugua is absolutely in love, squirreling away that little image in his head like a CG to cherish later.

There are a few times where he fumbles, and worries that he’s locked himself out of your route by doing something to upset you; where he begins to doubt if you really enjoy spending time around him. He’s not used to opening up but you can see the change a mile away whenever he gets like this - Cthugha’s nowhere near subtle when he’s worrying, and the more he gets worked up the clearer it becomes before you have to all but drag him to sit and calm down before he ends up burning holes into the floor from the constant pacing. These times you’ll need to ease up on the tsundere attitude to offer him some reassurance - sure it’s not the most aptly worded but if it comes from the heart in your own way you’ll have him blubbering and cuddling up to you in no time looking for comfort.

When one of you gets flustered over the others actions it almost always triggers a chain reaction. It’s easy to work Cthugua up - he’d made the move to hold your hand once and he’d burned up so bad that you’d spent a good few minutes having to physically cool him down before he nearly ended up setting the place ablaze. Both of you are still getting used to affection - you because you’re still learning to open up and express your boundaries more confidently, and Cthugha because he’s got to be really careful to curb that explosive personality of his and outlet it in a way that doesn’t cause such a physical reaction. Needless to say that being in a relationship with the old one is a learning experience in and of itself. Give him some time though and once he’s finally got it under control you’ll be hard pressed to get him away from your side - Cthugua loves spending time with you, even if it’s just being in your general presence if you’re not in the mood for being doted on. 

Akiha Gongen

The trope of opposites attract couldn’t be more applicable than you and Akiha Gongen, even before a relationship blossoms. Akiha is open and inviting, almost always beaming brighter than anyone you’ve met and eager to please and make people happy even if it’s at his own expense more times than not. This rarely ever helps him in the friendship department, as you’ve seen first hand that he struggles to interact with said friends thanks to his rule and generally emboldened vibe. You on the other hand couldn’t be more different - people should be put off by your harsh and usually rash personality, and you make very few attempts to curb your tongue around people who haven’t earned your respect and friendship. And yet time and time again people flock to you like moths to a flame, lured in either by the people they see in you or some otherworldly force that somehow gravitates them in your direction. 

It’s frustrating, but there’s a small mercy in the fact that Akiha isn’t one of them, or at least doesn’t go outwardly proclaiming it every time you see him like some of the others do; maybe it's that which gives you pause, your usual icy tone leveling into something a little calmer. And it doesn’t go unnoticed either - the Summoners are shocked when they see you around him, watching what took them a good few weeks to accomplish happen within a matter of days - your trust is not easily earned, so the fact that he manages to get you to warm up to him so fast is a testament to just how lovable this big guy is.

Your bluntness and generally walled off demeanor doesn’t deter him in the slightest because he knows that beneath all of that initial coldness is such a warm and bright spirit, he just needs to figure out how best to earn your trust so you feel comfortable showing off that side more often! At least that’s what he reassures himself once he starts making a habit of spending time with you. It’s hard enough not to fall for that warm open act, but the fact he’s trying so hard to make a constant effort to win your attention and affections only makes it all the harder to not find yourself smitten with the tengu - not that you’ll willingly admit it.

His smile is infectious when he’s happy, and when you start going out rest assured every single one of those smiles is directed at you. It’s flustering to be under that much constant attention, but your embarrassed grumbles to stop looking is only met with even fonder looks content just to see you preen under the attention. 

One of Akiha’s biggest weaknesses however is his concept of personal space when it comes to affection - when he gets too happy or excited the first thing he’ll want to do is pull you in for a hug, burying your face into his chest and cuddling you every chance that he gets. If you’re the kind of person who’s alright with affection this is fine, but it certainly takes some getting used to. The first time he let it get the better of him you’d brought him a gift - only a small trinket that you’d happen to spot in the shop window that made you think of him - but it’s as though you’d given him the biggest declaration of love with how he reacts. There’s no time to react before he’s scooping you into his arms, practically twirling you around and almost sending the gift flying as he all but smothers you in praises and thanks for such a thoughtful present. Thankfully he learns quickly, but it gets to the point that you can always tell when he’s yearning for affection, the none too subtle puppy dog eyes wearing away at your stubborn spirit before you finally cave and give him the all clear to be free with his affections.

[writerfae]

Hi!

Hope you're doing well!

Would it be too spoilery if i asked about the forest demons?

Also, what would Talon do if Ákos cried (I know Aiden's Ákos' number 1 babysitter, but I'm just curious). And since this is pretty vague, since it would probably depend on why he's crying, so let's say this:

Sometimes, all of Ákos' feelings about what happened to him and what's happening now (with Odette not being there) get really confusing and overwhelming to the point where they make him cry (luckily it's not that often. He's a pretty cheerful kid most of the time)

Also also, my Hela application continues because I think it's so cool that since most of the time, she's goofy (i assume) you know that a situation is truly serious when she gets serious!

Hello there ^^

I can tell you about forest demons, it’s not a particular spoiler-y topic since they only have a very minor side role in the story.

Forest demons are ancient beings. Some count them to the wild fae, but that’s not quite correct. They are a different species and they’re in fact even older than the eldest wild fae.

They look a bit like gigantic moose/deer with a blank skull as face, glowing red eyes and roots and moss covering their body.

No fae really knows what they are or where they came from, since they have already roamed their lands before they were even born. There’s theories though.

Forest demons are said to be made out of Shadow. Some even say they are pieces of Shadow that have gained consciousness from when the Goddesses made the world out of Shadow and Light.

(They also have a way less dangerous (and way harder to find) counterpart, creatures that are made of Light.)

There is also a legend that says that the leader of the very first created folk were turned into forest demons as a form of punishment.

Forest demons (or forest ghosts how some wild fae say) gained their name cause they quite literally seem to haunt the magical forest and all its creatures. Forest demons feast from other creatures (or from their souls if you believe the stories) and are pretty dangerous and volatile.

They seem to have their own form of communication/language that no one understands. They can be pretty aggressive and mindless.

Forest demons are hunted by the fae because they are such a danger. That’s mostly the wild hunt’s job. A forest demon can only be killed if you aim for the heart though.

Back in the days there were a lot of them but nowadays they are only few. Though lately there’s been more forest demons again, that’s why the wild hunt started hunting for them again. They are a bit worried. Forest demons are considered a bad omen after all…

I think at first Talon would be unsure of what to do, he may be good either way kids but he can hardly handle people crying in front of him. But he’d try to console Ákos still. I’m really bad at consoling people, let alone children, so don’t ask me how exactly he’d do it, but I bet Talon would know a little trick. After all he has a little nephew.

Halea is a very light-hearted and fun person who likes to lighten the mood, but I wouldn’t exactly consider her goofy. She’s very serious and more mature than people expect. It’s just that she’s also a very cheerful and optimistic person. You know things get serious when Halea stops being those two things.