#i can try again but hm.. we'll see idk

[todayisafridaynight]

WELL I LOVED SUBSTITUTE FATHER SO MAKE THAT TWO don't apologize bro 😭😭😭😭😭 I love everything you put out so I'm biased, and I wish there was something I could say... but no I get what you mean 100%, and if nothing else I hope you're happier with this fic! :] And uh. That You Don't Die Of Hypertension ☠️ HBD to your sis though

OH here i thought you thought it was mid (╯▽╰ )im glad you liked it tho, ty for enjoyin then LMAO (*￣▽￣*) my self confidence is at least three layers below the earth at this point so its just a me problem LMAO s'all good :]]

[pearl-kite]

Common Loon, 1 hour speedpaint based on a photo from unsplash

[homosexual-fanfiction]

lol the poor little blurb that inspired this timeloop fic

i wrote it in 2019 as the intro to another fic that i ended up cutting it from because i didn't think it fit well enough. then i stumbled across it again in december and reread it and thought huh, this would be an awesome introductory piece to a timeloop fic.

started drafting, and now. approximately four months and ten chapters in. i'm considering cutting it again

[piningpercussionist]

(ooc)

I want you all to know that if I had the energy for it. There are so many posts stored in my drafts I long to queue... but neglected to preemptively tag, despite knowing I am Like This....

Anyway, there is a slight chance the queue might run out tomorrow unless I can get more responses in there-- I am,, tired,,

[lowkeyrobin]

Heyyy hope you’re having a wonderful day! I wanted to request a Sparrow Ben Hargreeves one shot where like Y/N is oblivious to his feelings while he’s trying to drop hints?? (but failing because something always happens)

If not that’s totally fine!!! No pressure :3

oooo okay okay I can definitely try!! ; thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy 🫶 ; alsonsorry this is so bad idk y I flopped on this 😔

SPARROW! BEN ; damnit

summary ; ben's always being cockblocked

warnings ; language, mentions of alcohol

disclaimers ; takes place post s3 - pre s4

word count ; 881

masterlist

You stand in the kitchen with Luther, making dinner with him for the family. Everyone, aka the Hargreeves and Lila plus their kids, had come over for a little reunion for their birthday. You weren't a Hargreeves, nor did you have powers, but they were your only friends, and they each saved your life at least once.

Ben approaches, leaning on the counter where you chop up some green onions, a pot and pan on the stove behind you.

"Hey" He smiles. "Whatcha up to?"

You shrug. "Chopping up some onions. What's up?"

"Nothing, really. Allison picked out a really dumb movie to watch and I can't stand it anymore" He answers.

You'd tuned out the family in the living room just a few feet away, focused on your meal prepping / creating. You look up at the TV, seeing the family sprawled around the furniture, kids playing with toys on the floor.

"Ben, stop, this movie is so good" You reply, turning back to your cutting board.

"It's some cheesey Hallmark movie?"

"Hush"

The two of you are silent for a moment before he speaks again.

"Your hair looks really nice today-"

"Fuck!"

The siblings quickly shoot up from their spots, Ben jumping a bit as you rush to the stove.

You'd accidently lit the chicken on fire. Somehow.

You quickly slam a lid over the pan of chicken, not wanting to fuel the grease fire any more than you had. You quickly shut off the burner, slowly looking back at Ben.

"Could you go get me more chicken from the store? I'll give you the money, I just need to look over all this stuff, sorry for asking on your birthday-"

"Yeah, sure!" He quickly replies. "Anything for you"

"Hey, Y/n" Ben smiles, "I brought you flowers"

"Awe, thank you!" You reply, accepting the gift as he enters your home.

"I kinda wanted to talk to you about something-"

Your phone rings, the number being the one of your workplace. You grab it, looking to him before accepting the call.

"I gotta take this really quick, sorry"

He nods, watching you trail into the other room, flowers still in hand. He stands by the door, unknowing of what to do in the moment. He soaks up his own silence, listening to your unintelligible speech behind the walls.

You return swiftly, a sorry expression on your face.

"I'm so sorry, Ben, I need to go in, it's urgent. Uhm, we'll talk later, yeah?"

"Uh, yeah, sorry. Be safe"

As he quickly exits your home, he mutters to himself.

"Damnit"

"I dunno, maybe I'm crazy," you chuckle, picking up another piece of food with your fork.

"I don't think you're crazy." Ben shrugs. "I think you're overworked and tired"

You both sit in a booth at a restaurant, a bright light shining over the table, warm food on your plates. You were eating out because you both didn't want to cook dinner at home tonight. Being alone sucked for both of you. If only you both had the balls to talk to each other.

But that's your problem, you oblivious fuck.

You shrug at his response. "I dunno, I think being alone, living alone, is slowly driving me insane."

"I mean, you could live with me," He mumbles, picking at his food.

"Hm?" You hum, having not heard him.

"Oh, nothing"

"...You sure?"

"Yeah"

The silence blankets you once more as you listen to the nearby commotion. The other families eating, the bustling workers, the music over the speakers.

You listened to everything but him, didn't you?

Today was the day. Ben was going to ask you out and he was not going to let himself or anything else get in his way.

Well, maybe red wine ruining his shirt would.

Why did he decide to take you to a bar in the first place is what we're all wondering. It didn't take much for him to get at least buzzed, which was his current state.

You decided to walk him back home, not wanting him to walk in the dark all by his lonesome. The walk is quiet, considering his slightly bruised ego. Jesus, he'd never get the chance to ask you at this point.

He slumps onto his bed as you lead him into his home, yelling into his mattress. You stand behind him, silent, finding this normal, because it was.

"What're you mad about now?" You sigh, throwing a pair of pajamas on him which you'd gotten from his dresser.

"I wanted to ask you out, and I have for a while, and every time I try it gets fucking ruined!" He slurs, yelling into his mattress once more.

You blink, confused. "What?"

"I like you, Y/n, Jesus," He groans, rolling over to look at you.

"Oh"

"'Oh' what?"

"I didn't realize" You shrug.

"I know. That's why I was trying to hint at it and even tell you, but you're oblivious, and things always have to go sideways at the wrong time," Ben speaks.

"I mean, I'd go out with you"

He raises an eyebrow. "Actually?"

"Yeah" You shrug. "Why not?"

"Oh my God, that took the biggest weight off my shoulders." He rolls off the bed on accident, landing on the floor.

You laugh.

"Damnit"

[misserabella]

hii<3 idk if its okay to request a story based on a song, but if yes then can i request sth w javier pena based on slow down by chase atlantic? if not thats also okay <3

a/n; yeah ofc!!! love chase atlantic tbh

slow down.

javier peña x fem! reader

cw; 18+ content, minors dni!, dirty talking, mentions of drugs, drug use (not specified, but you can think about weed), alcohol consumption, harsh rough sex, praising, multiple orgasms, unprotected piv sex (guys wrap it before you tap it ffs), cream pie, oral sex (r receiving)…

REMINDER: english is not my mother language so i apologize if there are some mistakes <3 !¡ either ways, i hope y’all like it. <3

REPOSTS AND COMMENTS ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED!

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you rolled your eyes when you saw him take the empty spot beside you at the bar, javier peña, the protagonist of all your nightmares. you took a harsh swing of your drink when you noticed his staring, and his sly smirk.

you sighed, turning to face him. “tell me what it is you wanna know now…” he smiled harder.

“finish up the bottle then we'll go, babe.” he winked, and you arched your eyebrows.

“that serious huh?” he shrugged.

“serious business need to take place in serious places.”

you took a glance at the bottle that you were draining your sorrows and stress in.

“won't you have a little?" you inquired, and he shook his head no.

“no way." you squinted your eyes. weird. that was until you noticed the red on his eyes, and everything made sense. not again.

“there’s no way you’re dragging me into it again, javi. i'm too phased and it's too late.” you said, and he smirked, one of his hands landed on your thigh, making you sigh at the warmth of his touch. your skin grew in goosebumps. “it was a mistake. i don’t want you running away from all this shit all over again when you come down from whatever you’re into.”

“but coming down is all i do babe…” he whispered in your ear. “don’t you remember it? you tasted so sweet, were so wet for me…” you shivered when his touch moves upwards, shooting electric shocks throughout your whole body. “i'll show you again how good it felt if you let me, pretty girl…”

you looked into his eyes, and even though you knew it was a mistake, the alcohol was too loud on your veins to let you hear the alarms blaring inside your mind. you took the bottle with you, and he paid for it, not caring about the money as long as he could take you home.

back to where you’d always belonged.

-

“look at you, buried in the pillow trying to not wake up the neighbors? sweet girl, you’re too loud to even try…” he chuckled, fucking into you harder, making your legs wobble as he held you up by your hips, giving you back shots. “so eager…” he grunted, seeing how needly you fucked yourself back onto his cock. you’d already cum two times, and a white ring of your arousal was decorating his base. you were in need of another one, of him to fuck you senseless and dumb, to fuck away the thoughts from your head and the feeling from your heart. “shh, baby, slow down… i’m not going anywhere, why so needy, hm?” you moaned.

“shut the fuck up.” he chuckled at your hiss, fucking you harder and making you choke.

“such a filthy mouth, you always bite back don’t you? should i teach you some manners, hm? should i put you on your place?”

you were burning up. all you could see was red.

“fuck me like you mean it." you said and he grunted. "okay"

it's two-faced, this unspoken feelings you two never let it show. maybe it was too late to even make it known.

you felt like floating but your heart was heavy, and his dick was reaching so deep it was almost punching the words out of your guts. his thrusts were harsh and merciless, hitting your soft spot over and over again, making you moan and cry out his name.

“fuck. you drive me insane.” he moaned, fucking into you with need. “can’t take you out of my fucking mind since that night… always got me on some shit to forget how you feel.” you moaned, your heart beating faster in your chest. “so fucking tight and wet, shit…” he grunted and you were babbling.

“shit javier, harder…” you begged and his hands were tugging from your hips as he groaned, snapping his hips harder against you, his balls slapping against your clit with every new thrust. he was smirking, ‘cause fuck, even if he had told you to slow down, there you were, begging for more, arching your back for him so he could get deeper, fill you up to the brim.

“aw, that’s it, that’s all my pretty girl wanted hm? to get a little bit rough with her?” you whimpered.

“yes, yes, fuck!” he was hitting your g spot non-stop, making you feel like no one had ever before.

maybe that’s why you always ran before you could get hooked up on it. this love, his touch, his words, his eyes… there was all a drug that you couldn’t allow to get yourself into. but you couldn’t help to fall every time he would come closer, whisper just the right things to you and touch you were you needed it the most.

you let out a surprised gasp when he slipped out and turned you on your back, pinning you to the bed with a hand around your neck before plunging right back in.

you moaned and he grunted, your eyes squeezing shut in pleasure as he started to fuck you once again.

“much better, fuck. look at you. taking my cock so good. looking so good with me balls deep into your cunt, baby.” you moaned, your head feeling fuzzy as your stomach warm. you were getting close, and it was coming too fast and too strong. “wanna have you like this all the time, shit. want you so bad…” he groaned.

“javi…” your voice was broken, your lips swollen due to his kisses. “i’m gonna cum…” you cried out.

“you gonna cum, princess? gonna soak my cock?” you nodded, moaning, already a mess, tears staining your cheeks as his dick leaked inside of you. god, you were getting so tight. you couldn’t help but scream when his fingers met your clit, rubbing it in delirious quick and fast circles. “so fucking tight, you’re gonna milk my cock, fuck.” he grunted, his thrust harsh and quick to get you there.

you were falling apart.

“fuck, javi, i’m…!” you couldn’t even finish what you were saying before it hit you. waves of hot and heavy pleasure that made your walls flutters and your cum drip down his cock onto a white ring on his base. “fuck!” you cried out, and he was moaning in your ear, hips stuttering. just the sight of you falling apart in front of him, of your cunt warming up while getting tighter and wetter…

shit.

“i’m gonna cum, baby. fuck. where?” he inquired and your legs surrounded his hips, pushing him closer. deeper.

“inside, javi, cum inside.” you begged, riding out your orgasm, which only seemed to get higher, ending on a second one when you felt it; hot spurts of creamy pearly cum filling you up and painting your walls in white. he grunted, moaned, even whined as he pumped you full of him, helping you through your own high by rubbing your clit and playing with your breasts. when you two came down, he was sucking on your nipples, breath ragged and hair sticking to his forehead due to the sweat decorating his skin. you let out a little whine when he pulled out, watching his cum leak from your abused cunt.

you watched as well, and with a whimper you tugged on his hair, and he found your lips, stealing your breath away.

you looked into his eyes as you leaned back, a string of spit joining your mouths.

“javi…” you muttered, a frown on your face.

“yeah, gorgeous?” he inquired, a smirk on his face as he slowly started to get lower with his kisses. down your chest… your stomach…

“what are you doing?” you inquired him, and now he was kissing your inner thighs, making tou twitch and your cunt to start throbbing again.

“going down.” he gave you a wink and you sighed, rolling your eyes.

but those actions repeated themselves in a total different situation and meaning when his tongue was buried deep into your pussy and he was making you moan once again.

you were always running from him, from this. but maybe you could slow down. and enjoy the ride.

-

pedro pascal masterlist! <3

xxx

[l-norris]

Canadian GP 2024 Recap

This is becoming a series now I fear.

This race was utter madness and I was in SHAMBLES by the end of it.

Enjoy me going crazy for the next few paragraphs.

As last time, numbers in brackets are laps. (That I definitely didn't forget to add the first few laps)

PRE-RACE

- Ruth Buscombe calling Esteban "Estie bestie"😶‍🌫️

- Beautiful anthem!

- Apparently Yuki was late for the anthem? Bro's getting detention💀

- Zak and Toto chatting away

- Landoscar spotted‼️

- Danny Ric getting his shoes cleaned like the king he is

RACE!

- The intro is playing and I'm anxiously chewing on my fingernails already

- Accidentally had German commentary on - disgusting

- It's pissing down by the way.

- This one will need actual strategies... rip to Ferrari.

- Logan outqualified Checo just as a reminder

- Saubers starting from pitlane

- Carnage? Yes? No? We'll see.

- The pre-race anxiety keeps building up

- Formation lap starting!

- We get it Crofty, they resurfaced the track.

- Formation lap complete.

- IT'S LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO

- No crashes into the first two turns?

- Nevermind, someone went flying (Pierre pushed Checo into the grass)

- George is still in the lead! YIPPEE!

- Charles fumbled😞

- Carlos fumbled too😭

- Horrible day for Tifosi 2.0

- Kmag gaining like 100 positions in 2 laps

-Funky Danish man just FLEW to P4

- CHARLES ENGINE ISSUES? DON'T DO THIS TO ME

- 1st yellow flag. Oh Logan...

- At least he's back to pace

- Lewis binning it

- Fernando almost kissing the fucking wall lmao

- Kmag 8 second pitstop rip

- Daniel apparently did a false start🫣

- It's not raining anymore apparently but no slicks in sight just yet (understandably so)

- Hulk is holding onto these full wets like a lifeline

- Hulk train!

- Daniel 5 second penalty😮‍💨

- Max is closing in on George

- Lando closing in on Max and George

- Yeah, uh... Haas fumbled btw

- Lando keeps setting fastest laps

- Max went wide omg

- Lando is catching Max (17)

- DRS enabled (18)

- Oscar fastes lap (19)

- HELP THIS IS SO NERVE WRACKING

- LANDO OVERTOOK MAX

- LANDO ON THE WAY TO THE LEAD

- HE'S LEADIIIIING (22)

- AND MAX PASSES GEORGE AS WELL

- Oh my God this is stressful

- Lando is driving like his life is depending on it

- I mean... it kinda is.

- both Ferraris out of the points by the way... sigh

- quick toilet break, hope I don't miss anything

- Jinxed it. I missed a crash. Hm.

- SAFETY CAR. (26)

- ... Of course it was Logan... poor man

- Lando missed the chance to pit😭

- There's still hope for Lando.

- He pits (27)

- ... He came back in third...

- "FUCK!" As Lando once said

- Let's hope Lando can pick up the pace again after this

- Charles retiring?? Restarting the car?? Idk man.

- HUH??? Also on slicks? (28)

- Safety Car in (29)

- 40 laps to go

- Pain and suffering

- Ferrari fucked it

- Lewis is probably rethinking if he wants to join Ferrari after all rn

- And Charles is back in the pits😮‍💨

- Charles is getting lapped now. Fun. (37)

- Lando is my last hope

- I'm so tired (no literally I should be getting ready to go to bed lmao)

- DRS would be nice right about now

- IT HAS BEEN ENABLED (40)

- We have 30 laps to go and I'm seriously debating on whether I should just go to bed

- Pierre is on slicks (41)

- And immediately bins it (but saves it)

- Lando is lawnmowing

- Charles is retiring (43)

- I can't do this no more

- Slicks are coming out

- Lando stays out??

- Overcut? (44)

- OVERCUT!

- ... nevermind...

- And George got Lando too🫣

- Nevermind ahaha he's back up in 2nd

- Max complaining and setting fastest laps continuously.

- Checo fucked his rearwing

- Carlos binned it

- Which made Alex bin it

- Safety Car 2.0

- Both Ferrari out😮‍💨

- Both Williams out🫣

- I'm seeing a pattern here.

- oh no hopefully I'm not jinxing it

- Max is pulling away... yawn...

- 7 laps left

- George binning it while trying to overtake Oscar

- Let Oscar cook Goddammit!

- Oscar has to deal with Lewis now

- Aaaand he's gone.

- Oscar is struggling man

- Merc boys battling it out over P3

- Yuki destroying that one damn bollard everyone ignores consistently (thank you king)

- Lando wanting a Safety Car (same)

- But alas... Max Verstappen wins once more.

- I honestly turned off the broadcast as soon as the top 3 crossed the finish line

- I stayed up late for THIS???

- Conflicted whether it was worth it or not tbh

- Like yes it was an exciting race BUT😭

- I want my McLaren double podium RIGHT NOW

All in all, it was a pretty chaotic race. Yeah. That sums it up pretty well.

[newtabfics]

Can I request that f!reader learn archery from totk Ganondorf PLEASE?

I love that Ganondorf is so skillful his bow....😇

it's going in the redeemed gan series :3 we'll say this is after they have accepted their feelings for each other and are together but also UHHHH my mind ran a little and i kinda made it more than just learning archery OKAY BYE--

Triggers for TECHNICALLY self-harm? Like not like THAT but like...ignoring the pain kinda thing? Idk how to label this so I'm playing it safe.

Y/N blinked as the arrow pierced into the target. "Nicely done," Link praised, nodding to Ganondorf. "Looks like your body remembers the skill at least."

Ganondorf nodded, studying the target as he shifted the bow in his hand before blinking. He studied Link's expression for a moment before scoffing. "You want to test my sword next?"

"Later…And when we have more space to work with," he muttered, looking around.

The three stood in the road, aiming at a target with the waterfall behind Paya's home roaring gently. Zelda and the leader both sat on a bench behind them, watching the two fire off arrows as Y/N studied their bodies carefully.

"Your turn," Link told Y/N as he returned from the target with the arrows.

She gulped thickly as she took them, notching the arrow carefully. With effort, she attempted to pull the string, grunting when it wouldn't bend to her strength.

Ganondorf frowned and gently coaxed her arm, holding under her biceps to feel her muscles strain. "Too difficult?"

"Yeah," She sighed as she relaxed, not daring to loose the arrow in fear of it flying some other direction.

He hummed and took the bow, testing it. "This is a heavier bow. Link, do you have a spare from your own inventory?"

Link hummed and beamed as he began to dig through his bags. Ganondorf blinked when he pulled out an axe, a shield, some meat–

"I still have no idea where you store all this," Zelda chuckled. "Was it a gift from Hestu?"

"Hm? Oh yeah. He did a little dance and suddenly, magic bag. It doesn't have infinite storage though. Aha!" He beamed as he gripped a small bow. He gave Y/N the traveler's bow, smiling softly. "Try this one."

She tested it and beamed as she easily pulled the string. "Much better. Thank you. Ah, here," she said, offering him the other bow. He put everything away quickly as she notched the arrow again. "Okay," She sighed softly.

Ganondorf watched her stance and shook his head. "Stop," he said. "Stay still."

Paya gasped and covered her mouth, face reddening as the Gerudo man gently began to coax her body into the right stance. Zelda had to look away, surprised and attempting to hide her giggle.

"Get a room," Link groaned, making the two blush brightly now.

"Ignore them," Ganondorf sighed, leaning close to her as he helped her aim. He watched her face scrunch and lightly pinched her side to get her attention. "Eyes open. You want to see the target. Deep inhale, loose it, then exhale."

She gave the barest hint of a nod as she took a slow inhale, staring at the target solely, before letting it go. The arrow lurched out from the bow, stabbing into the fence beside the target.

Y/N let out a groan as she looked up at the sky, praying to Hylia for her to finally give her the gift of weaponry.

"You'll get it," Paya encouraged. Y/N pursed her lips as she sighed heavily. "Don't be discouraged."

"Hard not to be, leader," She bit out, making Ganondorf blink.

He watched her correct her form as she aimed again, focusing on the target. He watched her brows furrow as she took a stabilizing breath and loosed another arrow. While it still hit the fence behind the target, he couldn't deny she was getting closer.

"Why have you never learned weaponry?" He asked absently, making her flush as she looked away shamefully.

Paya smiled. "I'll tell him if you don't," She chuckled, earning a heated glare from the woman. "It's nothing bad. Y/N here was just never truly interested in combat. She much preferred the magic all Sheikah are adept to. She's even taken it as far as to studying Wizzrobes in the field, from a safe distance and with a guard nearby mind you. But even then–"

"My mother was Hylian and my father was Sheikah. It doesn't mean much of a difference, but it does mean I'm not…as adept at magic," Y/N sighed out finally. "I can do little things like, push the air so I can jump higher or mute my footfalls but…that's about it."

Ganondorf blinked, thinking of all the times he'd catch her jumping around the village. He smiled a slight. "There…could be some books in the castle," He suggested, looking to Zelda. "Right?"

"It's possible," She hummed. "I read a few myself as a girl. Link, would it be possible for us to make a trip there? Scour the old library."

"Sure. Might be good to make sure no monsters have made a home there," He agreed as he gathered Y/N's arrows. "Relax. You're doing good."

Y/N huffed when he patted her shoulder and nodded, gathering herself and trying again.

Ganondorf watch her as she loosed arrows before gathering them and beginning again. Zelda and Paya had since gone off. Link was watching them both from a distance. It was clear to the Gerudo the hero knew he wouldn't be a threat but wondered if he grew worried leaving the two of them alone.

That didn't matter though as Ganondorf's eyes fell on her wrist, seeing it redden after she loosed another arrow. He gripped her shoulder and quickly lifted her arm, pulling her sleeve to reveal the marred skin.

Link let his head fall into his hand as Y/N's flushed face looked at Ganondorf in aghast horror as he glared down at her. "G-Ganny! C'mon. I gotta practice–"

"You've been hurting yourself like this," he sighed. "You're stopping for today.'

"He's right," Link said before Y/N could protest.

"Hey! You're the one who wanted me to learn!"

"Not at the cost of your limbs," The hero snapped out. "We have equipment for a reason. Where's the bracer I'd loaned you!"

Y/N looked away sheepishly. "I-In…In my house. It was too big for me."

Link clenched his jaw. Ganondorf blinked in surprise before sighing. "She gets it. I'm angry too, but it'll do no good if we continue this." The hero sighed and looked away as Ganondorf looked to Y/N. "You really should have said something," he said, taking the bow. "You felt it. You know this could cause an injury. Why did you press on?"

He watched her look away shamefully and shook his head. He knew when she refused to speak on such things and instead gave Link the bow. "She might try to squeeze in practice when no one is looking."

"You're right," The hero sighed as he inspected it. "We'll start up practice again when Zelda and I return from the castle. Until then, rest. Ganondorf, can you keep her safe?"

The Gerudo nodded and watched the hero storm off. After a long while, he muttered, "How petulant."

"No," Y/N sighed, rubbing her neck. "He just gets like that when he's worried. When The Upheaval happened, he was on everyone. He wouldn't let anyone some much as leave their homes without some security. At least, those who were close enough to him. Purah couldn't leave her lab for a long while because of him."

"The same guy that jumps out of hot air balloons into the Depths is overprotective?" He scoffed before nodding. "Suits him. Though, I can't exactly blame him. Come. Let's put a cool towel on it."

He walked with her to her home, ducking under the threshold. Y/N looked up as he slouched to make his way through her home and frowned, making him sit. "It really worries me when you walk through my home." She made her way to her first aid kit, grabbing the soothing gel and a cloth.

"It's nothing."

Y/N sighed, looking at him in annoyance as she sat on the bed. "Ganny, your neck was at a ninety-degree angle. That's not…normal for your spine."

"Neither is letting something whip you repeatedly but you continued to do so." He sighed when she looked away quickly. His finger slid under her chin, making her look to him. "Why didn't you say anything?"

With a thick gulp, she finally muttered out, "I didn't want to disappoint you."

Ganondorf studied her reaction, watching how she seemed to be looking everywhere but him. She was embarrassed by the contact and ashamed of her petulance. He smiled softly and took the supplies, dampening the cloth with the gel before gently laying it over her inner arm.

She hissed softly, grimacing as she rested her head on his chest. His large hand rubbed at her back as he gently held her hand, squeezing it as her arm twitched.

"You don't need to rush this," He said gently. He paused for a long moment before muttering, "I might be able to help you, but it's risky."

She frowned as she adjusted, looking up at him. He sighed softly. "I could use magic. Since the seal on my memories though…I've been unable to. I could…attempt to teach you to my best ability but…"

Y/N's eyes widened as she gulped. "But it could mean being who you were before."

mwahaha cliff hanger

[matrixxsystem]

Terripin Soup Part 2

NotoriouslyPrimary420 [NP] Started A Chat With AuspiciousHunter1989 [AH] At 11:07 PM

NP: Hey I have a random question AH: Because you never have random questions any other time of course. NP: Oh haha- But seriously. My brothers keep asking questions about where I'm going and I don't want to lie about it but I mean I can't tell em I'm sneaking out to go eat morally grey soup and not hang out with a friend like I've been saying..

AH: So you want advice on what else you can lie about? NP: Well.. When you put it that way it sounds worse... AH: I don't know what to tell you man, find some rando on the street to hang out with :P NP: I feel like that'd make it worse? Oh! You live in NY too right? AH: Kinda. NP: Kinda? Okay well... You wanna hang out? AH: Can't. NP: Cant or wont? AH: Fine. Won't.

NP: Why not? C'mon dude I'm panicking here! I can't even go to my favorite pizza spot with my brothers cause I can't handle them cornering me about this-

AH: Hm.. What was that one called again? NP: Like Run Of The Mill Pizza or something, idk, why does that matter?

AH: I see what you meant now. Okay, I've changed my mind. I will meet you there tomorrow night, 8pm. And we'll talk about it alone, but don't push it.

NP: Oh thank god- Wait you.. Know that place?

AuspiciousHunter1989 [AH] is offline

Leo sighed to himself as he made his way home, he wasn't really sure what he was going to tell his family, or what was going to happen when he met his friend, or how he knew the pizza spot for yokai... How did he even know about it? Was he just a chill human or a yokai himself? It might explain a lot but.. There were  still so many questions on his mind that he wasn't able to answer and that frustrated him more then having the questions to start with. He hadn't gone very far having been preoccupied with his phone, looks like he'd have to wait a bit longer for his monthly fix. He'd try and wait at least till his brothers suspicion was cleared.  

Once he was home his brothers managed to corner him one last time before trying Donnie's plan, they hoped it wouldn't come to that. "Hey Leo!" Mikey called, alerting the others who sprung from their seats and covered the exits, they looked.. Friendly but also concerned. "H-Hey.. What is this an intervention? C'mon guys, I stopped defacing shells like five years ago-"

"Nope, its not about that, though I don't appreciate your phallic pictographs on my shell you know how hard it is to scrub off and-" "Not the time Dee, we just wanna.. Talk." "Raph please I'm just tired and wanna go to bed, I have this thing tomorrow so-" "Thing?" Raph asked, "Well as your older brother what's stopping me from grounding you? You've been going out a lot and not doing the responsible thing of letting us know anything! What would happen if you left and got hurt, if you couldn't get home or if you were attacked and outmatched? If you couldn't call us for help how would we ever know where to look for you? ...I'm.. I'm not just being nosey Leo, it's my job to look after you guys, my job to make sure you always get home safe. My responsibility to watch out for you. And I know you might not need it or whatever you wanna argue but I do. I need it, to know what's up so I can be there and to at least put my mind at ease-" Leo sighed a little, he always hated when Raph said things like that to him, making the weight over his chest double as he saw the honest compassion in his eyes. "Fine.. I... Look I can't tell you everything, not yet. But I'm gonna meet my friend tomorrow and we're gonna talk about all of us hanging out, he's- He's just really shy so it's not like I was trying to hide it, I just didn't want to scare him off. We can get pretty rowdy y'know? A-And I just.." Leo paused when Raph's hand gently set itself on his shoulder, "Okay okay, I'm not mad-" He pulled Leo into a hug, not staying for too long before pulling away, "I just wanna know what's going on sometimes okay? We're family, we care about you, and we're all really happy you met someone. We can't wait to meet him." Leo let out a little sigh, at least part of the anxiety dying down from his reassurance. "Thanks.. I'll... Try to talk more, and I'll let you know tomorrow night what the plan is. Promise." Raph smiled and gave him a pat on his shell, there was still a lingering anxiety that his brother wasn't being fully honest but he looked tired so he wasn't going to push it. Looks like it came to plan B after all. 

Once Leo headed off to his room Raph turned to Donnie giving him a little nod, the 'okay' to put the tracker on. "I know we shouldn't but you all saw that right.." "Leo doesn't lie to us.. He wouldn't... Right?" "Well technically speaking Mikey, he lied to Raph, we didn't ask him about anything. But no you're right Leo isn't one to lie about small stuff, usually when he does something stupid he owns up to it pretty easily. Its only when he starts avoiding the question and actively avoiding us that we should consider it a problem. I like Raph's plan on listening in first before confronting him again. And not just because it gives me a chance to use my new audio data recording device-" They all nodded in agreement before splitting up for the night. This was for the best right..?

Donnie was able to install the recording app though his computers since he was the designer of the tech they all wore. And with his other concealing app Leo wouldn't be aware it was recording or shouldn't be if it worked properly. And that night when Leo was ready to head out Donnie stopped him for a moment, it didn't happen often so Leo decided to listen. "Nardo hold on a sec, I wanted to ask, and you don't have to tell me. But are you and this 'friend' of yours.. More then friends?" "What?" "Now hear me out- No one cares if you have a boyfriend, I mean dad might be a little furious no one told him about it and he didn't do that stupid blessing thing he always talks about like they do in movies- My point is. If you've really been seeing this guy for a year now it just seems a little.. Weird that a casual relationship would go unmentioned since you love to talk" "Do.. Do all of you think I have a secret boyfriend?" "Well-" "Dee seriously.. We just talk when and hang out, and eat food. Nevermind, doesn't matter. I gotta go, I'll see you guys tonight." "You didn't answer my question Leo." "You're the smart one how bout you figure it out m'kay"

Leo opened a portal and vanished, leaving Donatello with a few more questions then he'd hoped he would have. He headed back to his lab where Mikey and Raph were already waiting, Raph having dragged in bean bag chairs for him and their little brother. Donnie sat in his chair and turned on his computer setting it all up with the improved tracker. In just a few minutes Leos icon was outside of their usual pizza spot. They all looked to each other, knowing he hadn't been there to see his friend before since they'd gone out some night's when he didn't come home. 

"Hey bone man! I'm here to see someone, I uh, how do I put this..." "Ah pepino, it's been a while. I was almost excited to have no repair bills this year. You're looking for the booth in the back. You're here for a date yes?" "Oh- Uh- Right. Okay, thanks. I mean, did he say it was a date? Cause I mean I- Are you sure its the right table?" "He said something about, meeting with a hyper mutant with three other brothers. I can think of no one else whos fits that description." He nodded a little, "Ah.. Kay, good too see you too then" There was the sound of shuffling as Leo made his way towards the booth, peeking his head around he saw the table already had someone sitting one one end, a white rabbit yokai who was staring down at the menu, his expression was impossible to read. "NP?" He asked, eyes not moving from the paper, Leo tensed up and nodded, "Uh- Y-Yeah uhm." "Just call me Usagi like you've known me for years, a long name wouldn't look good. Sit." Leo did as directed and sat across from him, "Right, I'm Leo. So.." Usagi glanced up to him, taking a quick moment to look at him, his expression softening a little seeing how nervous he looked. "Didn't expect another yokai hm?" Leo rubbed the back of his neck, this guy was kinda... Cute.. "Heh.. Yeah I was a little curious how you knew this place, sorry for dragging you into this. So.. What kinda cover story do you wanna have? They seem to think I have a secret boyfriend but I don't wanna ask that much of you-" Donnie saw the blue icon unmoving and turned to device on from his end, listening to whatever voices came though the speakers.

"No no, boyfriend is fine. I think in this situation that label would best suit us." Everyone looked to each other, jaws nearly hitting the floor. "G-Good! I.. I mean, they're all really excited to meet you. I know we can get a little crazy sometimes but they all mean well." There was a soft chuckle, "I don't think the kind of crazy you speak of could phase me, Leo. Since you know what I'm capable of." Donnie handed Mikey the five dollars he was owed for their bet of if Leo was really seeing someone. Hesitantly, Raph handed the youngest the same amount as well. 

"Right.. Wish I could be that calm about it." "I think after a while it gets easier, or maybe you just need some help? I know I probably shouldn't be so forward but.. My teacher will not be at the house tonight. If you are able you may join me." "Join you..?" "For desert." "You mean, you want to do that stuff? With me? I dunno. I mean half of me is like, screaming yes cause I want to but, this also feels kind of like the plot of some b list horror movie yknow? Hot guy invites you over late at night and says all the right stuff then boom you're in a basement for the rest of your life- N-Not that I think you would but.. Yknow." "So you think I'm hot~?" Leo's face went red, enough to match his markings, there was another chuckle. "You don't have to answer. Perhaps you can decide after I meet your family hm? There will always be another night where we can do those things together." "Mm.. Yeah, I guess you're right. Okay you've twisted my arm, you do this for me and I'll do that with you. Which brings me to another question." "Ask away" "Are you a good cook? Or like, you don't just eat it raw right? Cause I tried that before and got really sick-" "Leo, I may have a unique taste but even I'm not dumb enough to just eat it raw c'mon. I mean when you do your own hunting you have no idea where that meats been, you have to be very careful and clean it and cook it properly. I can show you in fact, if you ever plan to cook for yourself one day." "Why would I ever do that if I have a skilled cook like you as a boyfriend~" 

"Touché. Does tomorrow work then? Why not go some where in the hidden city? There's a beautiful garden not far from where I live that would be nice. We could pack lunch or something, something your brothers would like of course." "I haven't been in the city that much actually, they'd probably love it. I think we can arrange that. But enough about them, I have like a zillion more questions." "I as well. Tell me more about when you were younger." 

Donnie turned the device off there, mouths still hanging open. "I can't believe Mikey was right-" Dee said quietly, spinning around in his chair to face the other two. "And him and his boyfriend are doing stuff!!" Mikey yelled, "Do you think they've been... Kissing???"  Raph quickly collected himself, very glad Leo and his 'friend' hadn't said anything too risqué.. "Well he's what 15 now? He's allowed to have a boyfriend.."

The rest of the night they talked about their childhoods, not daring to mention their quirks out loud, but rather alluding to them. Trying to get as close as possible in the hour and a half they had before heading home to rest before meeting up tomorrow. It was interesting to hear both sides, how Leo had been suppressing his feelings for a long long time while Usagi on the other hand was encouraged to indulge in them by the one who raised him. He was taught to be merciless and survive by any means available. While had been turning all his frustrations inward hurting and isolating himself Usagi and been turning it outward letting those feelings guide his training. Both vastly different worlds they lived in. But it only made Leo more curious to see how the rabbit yokai handled his food. He ate their pizza normally, seeming more then content with its flavor, but for Leo there was something in the back of his mind saying it was missing something. Even his favorite food seemed to mock him for being different... Part 3 Part 1

TS Master Post

[tripthelightfandomtastic]

WW: which boy do you think would be the most ideal partner for somebody’s first time? For some reason I’m leaning towards Sammy because, to me, he is so attentive and caring. But I could also make a solid argument for the other three. Idk.

I know they would all be so careful and gentle and sweet, but thinking about Sam has me a mess. The way he'd kiss you so softly and move to the next steps slowly and always asking before doing anything,

"Can I take this off?"

"This position okay?"

"Can I taste you?"

As well as letting you set the pace, letting him know when he can speed up. "If anything hurts at all, just tell me, and we'll stop." He'd say softly between kisses on your neck, his fingers playing with your dripping wet pussy. He's just babying you, showering you in kisses, showing you just how much he loves you. "I know." You whisper nervously. You were so ready for this, ready to feel him fill you up. "I'll go slow. Just breathe, pretty baby. You look so beautiful like this." He says, his voice gentle as his lips are just a breath from your own. He takes himself into his hand, and runs his cock through your folds. You moan at just the feeling of him there. He continues this motion just a few more times, letting you get acquainted with the sensation. His head on your clit makes you whimper for more, just so soft and so warm, you need it.

"Please." You whisper, Sam's eyes meet yours, checking for any hesitation at all, but he finds none. His lips are parted, and his hair hangs beautifully in his face as you both watch as he presses inside of you. Slowly, oh so slowly. The sensation is strange at first, you remind yourself to breathe through it. You feel so full, inch by inch, you don't know how much more there could be left but still he presses inside. "Good girl, so good." Sam's voice shakes with pleasure, controlling himself while also drinking in the feeling of you like this. So tight, so warm, and oh so wet.

You look to him as he bottoms out inside of you. You close your eyes a moment, trying not to feel the overwhelming feelings get to you. "Mmm." You groan, fuck he's big, but it doesnt hurt, feels nice like this, to have him this way. "You okay?" He rasps softly. You open your eyes and see his big brown eyes scanning your face for any hurt. "Mhm, want you to move." You say, your hands on his waist, pulling him to you, making him move.

Sam slowly pulls out just a bit and slowly presses back inside. The sensation makes you sigh as he continues. The drag of him inside of you like this feels so good to have him so close to you. It feels so right. You let your eyes close as he moves, moaning as he fucks you over and over again. "More." You sound like you're whining, but you just need it, need all of it. "More? My pretty girl likes that, hm?" He smiles, his hips speeding up just a bit more. "Fuck, Sammy." You cry out, the sound of your pussy creaming over his cock is so erotic, you cannot believe just how wet you are.

Your hands go to his back, strong muscles moving beneath as he continues to thrust, "More, please, baby." You beg, you move your legs further apart, moaning loudly at how the change in position brings him in deeper. Sam groans as he's able to go deeper inside you, faster now. He's losing it too. The both of you are kissing and pawing at each other as you get closer to your end. Your breathing is erratic, and your back arches from the bed, your hand in his hair pulling, he lays more of his weight on top of you as he moves faster, reading your body language as a sign of you wanting more.

Sam's lips are right next your ear, getting you closer and closer to your orgasm as he moans and sighs into your ear. His hands hold you close to him as your legs latch around his hips, bringing him even closer to you. "Fuck angel, so good for me. Doing so fucking good, taking me like this." He moans, you can't help but tighten around him when he talks that way. "Yeah? Mm, you close?" He asks, "Y-yeah, yeah." You whimper, clawing at his back. "I can feel it, baby." His voice carries a sort of ego to it that makes you blush. Sam brings his hand down between you, his fingers rolling over your clit as he continues to fuck you. It feels so fucking good, so good, too good, what if it's too much at once? You moan out loudly, holding tightly onto Sam, your nails sinking into his back, "Oh fuck-" "Don't run from it, baby. It's okay, princess, let it all go." Sam's voice grounds you, gives you the permission to cut out all other thoughts and just focus on him, on the feeling of him.

It hits you hard, taking your breath away as you hold tight to Sam. It is an overwhelming pleasure that has you feeling like a live wire. You're a moaning mess, and it brings Sam right along with you as you flutter around him. He moans and whispers your name in ecstasy, your eyes roll back as the two of you unravel within eachothers embrace.

Sam finally slows to a stop, and you can't help but kiss him all over his neck and shoulder as you come down, hugging him tightly as you feel the love he's shown you. Sam sits up, looking at your flushed and fucked out face. "Did so good." He whispers against your lips before kissing you, it's a deep and meaningful kiss, one full of love. "I did?" You ask sheepishly, worried he's only being sweet. "Oh you did so fucking good, baby doll. 'M so proud of you." He smiles before peppering your face with kisses, earning a grin a mile wide from you. It feels so good to have finally had him like this, you smile thinking about how ready you are to do it all again.

[tentacle-sydney]

i got bored and sleep deprived, looked at harper, went "anyone gonna fuck this dude up" and then didnt wait for an answer.

content: sub harper, other person can be whoever you want. kinky shit, i guess. idk man i dont do this shit often.

~°~•~°~

"You look much prettier like this, you know."

Harper glares, though the effect is diminished by his…less than ideal situation.

Naked, ankles and wrists bound tight, forced to his knees, with a ring gag shoved in his mouth, and, best worst of all, a collar and leash fitted snugly around his neck.

Not exactly the most intimidating sight, really.

His captor laughs at the attempt, settling into the chair in front of the doctor and pulling the leash tighter. It knocks Harper slightly off balance, though he does manage to catch himself.

"Ever the scary one, aren't you? As if you didn't know what you were getting into when you asked for my attention."

They slip a couple fingers into his open mouth, pressing down on his tongue. He suppresses a pleased noise.

"Really, it's almost cute how hard you're trying to act unaffected. We'll have to break you of that habit, hm?"

Their lips twist into a devious grin, pulling the leash tighter with one hand as they slide the other further into his mouth. It causes Harper to gag for a moment before getting control of himself again--- though that control quickly disappears as his captor starts to use those fingers to fuck his mouth. Which would not be as much of an issue, except for that they also start to lightly rub their boot against his already hard cock.

Try as he might, Harper can't stop the moans, whimpers, and gags escaping his throat--- nor can he stop the instinctual jerk of his hips, trying to get more stimulation. He hears another short laugh from the person using him.

"See? I'll have you trained into a nice pretty pet in no time." 

Their motions increase in intensity, slightly. 

"Wouldn't that be such a nice bit of karma, Doctor?"

His needy sounds quickly shift into whines, wordlessly begging for release. He squeezes his eyes shut, embarrassed at how quickly he fell apart.

Suddenly, the fingers in his mouth retreat, and his hair is pulled, jerking his head up. The attention paid to his dick also slows to a stop.

"Now, now. There's a reason you aren't blindfolded, dear. Open your eyes."

He complies, still breathless and whining. He sees them grin, almost fondly, studying his face.

"There's that pretty color I like so much. Do you wanna cum, pretty boy?"

He nods rapidly, as much as he can with the hand is his hair still holding his head tight. Their fond grin quickly shifts to something almost deadly as they once again press their boot against his leaking cock.

"Go ahead, then. Get yourself off. Cum for me."

Needing no further permission, Harper quickly starts grinding against their boot. Between the hand still tugging at his hair and feeling the predatory gaze of the person above him, it doesn't take long for him to spill his seed, leaving it all over their boot and the floor.

They let go of his hair, and rub his dick a bit more before pulling away, relaxing the leash without letting go.

"You've made such a mess, love. I'm of half mind to make you clean my boot with your tongue." 

They stand, tilting his chin up to maintain eye contact.

"But I don't think you deserve the honor, hm? Only perfect little toys get to touch their masters like that."

They walk around behind him, and, assuming that they are done, Harper wiggles his restraints, waiting to be untied. He's interrupted by a scoff, and his head is pulled back by his hair, stealing his breath away.

"I didn't say we were done, darling. I have you to myself all night--- we're just getting started."

He's pushed forward, and his head is guided to the small puddle of cum he left on the floor.

"Be a good boy and clean up the mess you made of my floor, hm?"

Harper realizes it's going to be a very, very long night.

[xxlady-lunaxx]

Christmas with the Uppermoons 🌲 (Chaos with the Uppermoons)

Theme: SILLYNESS

Note: MERRY CHRISTMAS OR WHATEVER YOU CELEBRATE IN DECEMBER (or like happy random normal day of the week if nothing-)!!!

Anyways, here's the ships!: DouKaza, NakiDaki, KokuZan, KaiGyu (we'll pretend they're both alive at the same time), Gyokko x the christmas lights, Hantengu x ...air?? (idk I never write either of Gyokko or Hantengu LMAO.....) 

Ages brought closer together for KaiGyu and NakiDaki for obv reasons

Alright, let's see if I can finish this before the day of christmas <33 

Started: November 6th

Finished: (with a lot of procrastination) Dec. 24 (help)

Every year, on December 25th, the Uppermoons had a Christmas party. Which was ironic because, of all people, Muzan was the one that made them do it. Yes, Muzan. 

For some reason that none of the Uppermoons knew, Muzan had taken a liking into this human, Christian (i'm not even christian but i do christmas bc yes..) holiday and.. made his demons celebrate it. 

So now, like the past 500 years, they were readying for the holiday once again. 

This was the one day that they never went out on missions to kill. And the one day the Demon Slayers had a break. 

All of the Uppermoon's food would be stored up from a week before till now simply so they didn't need to go out and get their food on Christmas. This was, again, Muzan's idea.

Now this year was different, somehow. Different because, well, Muzan had a boyfriend. And he'd been rather keen on being a good one back, given that none of his relationships had been... successful. So, he had bought... a large amount of the most random gifts ever just to please Kokushibo (and if it wasn't obvious, Kokushibo is his boyfriend). 

And Muzan was attempting to be the matchmaker for his Uppermoons because they were so fucking oblivious!! (Like he wasn't as well.. It took him so long to realize Kokushibo liked him back and he could literally read his mind).

Muzan was pissed, though. Because a certain Uppermoon was trying to be the one to make all of the decorations and that certain Uppermoon was excedingly annoying. 

Gyokko, pleading, was showing Muzan a box full of vases which were supposedly his art and that he should be the one to make the decoration for the tree. 

"No!!" Muzan had shouted, and quite literally kicked the box of vases across the Infinity Fortress, breaking them to pieces. 

Gyokko cried for hours after that, and only because Kokushibo soothed him did Muzan stop himself from killing Upper 5. 

Later, Muzan called an Uppermoon meeting and.. 

"Gyokko," he said. 

The Uppermoon, still in tears, looked up. "What?"

"You must dress up as the grinch and then stay in the corner of the room all of Christmas and.. cry. Okay?" Muzan decided, crossing his arms. 

"What?!" Gyokko cried, "why??"

"Because I hate you!"

"I..."

Daki covered her mouth, trying not to laugh, and said, her words muffled by her hand, "I can get him a costume."

"Perfect," Muzan said. "Alright, now I hope all of you have been buying things for each other—if you got anything for Gyokko give it to him the day after Christmas because the Grinch doesn't deserve anything. Okay? We have only a few days to decorate the Infinity Castle so I hope you all know what to do!!" 

They all nodded simutaneously, Gyokko sniffing indignantly as he did. 

"Right. Now hurry up. Kokushibo, meet me in my office in a minute." Muzan turned and left, leaving the Uppermoons to prepare—and Gyokko to suffer in silence.

(Ehm. You might know by now that I don't particularily favor Gyokko 😇)

×××

"Kokushibo. I need your help," Muzan said, his voice lowering on the word 'help.' He'd never asked for help before in his whole life—honestly.

Kokushibo cocked his head. "Do you, now? What for?" he asked curiously.

"The Uppermoons are so stupid!—Not you, of course," Muzan quickly corrected. 

"Hm. Why so?" the six-eyed demon asked. 

"Because Akaza like Douma but he pretends he hates Douma and Douma—the stupid motherfucker—likes Akaza but thinks it's just that Akaza smells nice so he likes to be with him more, Daki likes Nakime but is too afraid to say anything, Nakime likes Daki but had bad experiences with past relationships so doesn't want to say anything, Kaigaku likes Gyutaro and knows which Uppermoon likes which and is rather loud-mouthed and a gossip but he never can tell Gyutaro how he feels, Gyutaro likes Kaigaku but doesn't know how to do relationships, Gyokko is, for some weird reason, madly in love with art, and Hantengu is scared of everything including air," Muzan said in one breath, sighing at the end. "So you see, they're stupid. And I'm trying to get the Uppermoons together—in relationships, but not Gyokko and Hantengu for obvious reasons—and I've not been able to!!" 

"Ehm.." Kokushibo stared at him for a minute, trying to process everything. Then he said, hesitantly, "I guess I could help? I'm no expert in this place but I can try.."

"Thank you!" Muzan said, relieved. "It was starting to get annoying trying to read their minds to see what they thought of my announcement and finding them only longing to be kissing some other Uppermoon. It's irritating." 

"Right..." 

The demon king put a hand on his desk and leaned on it, looking Kokushibo up and down. "So, why don't we go do something together now that we're by ourself? A little freedom before we have to put ourselves to dealing with the Uppermoons?" he suggested, grinning. 

Kokushibo laughed. "Alright, then."

×××

And hence began the matchmaking service of Muzan Kibutsuji. Oh, and Kokushibo of course.

First patients, were Uppermoon's 2 and 3. Or, the lemon and the strawberry as Muzan and Kokushibo called them when there weren't alone. 

Muzan proposed that they would first try to get Akaza to admit his feelings because... because Akaza was really stubborn. Well, so was Douma but they eventually agreed that Akaza would take a bit more convincing since Douma usually ended up agreeing pretty easily since he had no sort of handle on his own emotions. 

Muzan told Nakime to teleport both of the Uppermoons to one room in which they couldn't escape, then he would care for the rest.

After that, Muzan watched the two through Nakime's eye, seeing them confused at first.

"Hi," he said unceremoniously, his voice echoing into the room they'd been teleported to. 

Akaza and Douma looked up simultaneously. 

"Master?" Akaza asked, confused. 

Muzan nodded then realized they couldn't see him. "Ah, right. You two must confess until you both understand. And then I'll let you out," he explained. 

"Oh," Akaza said. His mind raced. Could it be that Muzan knew who he loved..?

Douma stared down at the ground and his hands fidgeted. "I...I confess that once, when all my cult members went to a festival, I was tired and hungry. And I... didn't want to go look for humans to eat... so I ate a chicken."

Akaza raised an eyebrow. "You what?"

"Ate a chicken..."

The shorter of the two bit back laughter and Muzan's voice rang around them. "You idiot! That's not what I meant when I said 'confess.'"

"It wasn't?" the blond asked, confused.

"No, you dumbass," Muzan said, exasperated. Why'd he chosen this person to be in the Upper ranks again? "Akaza, you go first."

Akaza's laughed stopped almost immediately and he averted his eyes, turning away from Douma.

Completely clueless, the rainbow-eyed demon tilted his head in confusion. "Are you okay, Akaza-dono?"

"Shut up," Akaza snapped, crossing his arms and glaring at the floor.

"Akaza," Muzan said sternly, as if scolding a little child. "Tell him." 

Akaza looked away and was silent for a moment before—"Fine." He turned back to Douma, his eyes narrowed. He looked very stern. Serious. 

Douma swallowed, fearing the worst. 

But then Akaza said, "I fucking like you."

And then the world melted away and Douma was blinking and staring up at Akaza with his eyes wide. "You do?"

"Bitch, didn't I just say that?"

"You aren't lying?" Douma asked hopefully.

"If I were lying Master would kill me!!!" Akaza snapped, getting irritated.

"I probably would," Muzan agreed.

Kokushibo, who was standing next to Muzan and being given the ability to see and hear everything that was happening, stifled a laugh. Muzan rolled his eyes at his boyfriend and shushed him before turning back to the two Uppermoons.

"Now, Douma, what do you want to say about what Akaza told you," he said, as if a parent trying to get his child to understand.

Douma thought for a moment—actually thought—and then said, "Thank you?"

Akaza sighed. "Why do I like you again?"

Muzan was having similar thoughts and, deciding that Douma was very much like a child, said, "Listen, if you don't figure it out I'm going to have you be punished!" 

Douma pouted. "Okay..." He turned to Akaza. "So, do you know what I'm supposed to say?"

"You're supposed to say about how you feel of what I said," Akaza said, cringing at his own words. He didn't really want to know. 

"Hmm..." The blond demon appeared to be deep in thought as he started pacing around the room. Then he stopped, quite suddenly, and said, "Akaza-dono!"

"What?" Akaza said, his tone bored now. 

"I like you too!" he said decidedly, making Akaza's eyes widen. 

Definitely unexpected.

"What?" he repeated, though more intrigued now. 

"I like you too, Akaza-dono! You said you like me, and I like you too," Douma explained. 

"Like... like-like, or just like?" Akaza asked slowly.

"Wut." Douma blinked. (I wrote duoma-)

"Like-like or friend-like?" Akaza tried. 

"What's like-like?"

"Like... love? Sorta? Or, like, more than friendship?" he said, confusing himself.

"Uhm... Like-like!" Douma exclaimed, poising his hands on his hips triumphantly for figuring it out.

"Oh."

A silence quite deafening spread through the room, making Douma fidget uncomfortably.

"Is that bad?" Douma asked after another moment.

"No, no it's not," Muzan said, answering for Akaza. "Now you two can go off and fuck now I don't care. Nakime?"

The biwa demon complied, strumming her instrument and teleporting the two Uppermoons to Douma's cult room.

×××

"Two down, four to go!" Muzan said, apparently very proud of himself.

Kokushibo agreed, sitting down on the chair in front of Muzan's desk. "Now what?" he asked.

Muzan hesitated and his previous triumph seemed to simmer down. "I... don't really know."

His boyfriend laughed, making him snap his head up indignantly. "Hey!! It's not like you're giving me any ideas," he protested.

"Okay, okay, fine," Kokushibo said, sighing. "Do we have a sort of deadline?"

Muzan tapped his chin. "Christmas?"

"But that's in, like, 3 days..." he whined.

"Yeah and we only have two more 'couples' to go through," Muzan said. "We just need some plan. What do Daki and Nakime like?"

Kokushibo shrugged. "Shopping? At least Daki does. Oh! We could tell them to go shopping for the gifts and then we'll make sure they grow closer through that?" he suggested.

"Yes! We can set them up to go to one of the stores that I pretend to be human in as a worker," Muzan decided. "I'll ask them if they're dating or something."

Kokushibo nodded. "Alright. And Gyutaro and Kaigaku...?"

"Ughh, I don't know," Muzan whined. "We'll think of that tomorrow."

He stood and clapped his hands, projecting his voice to make sure Nakime would hear him now. "Nakime! You and Daki must go shop for presents now. Understood?"

Nakime, confused, said, "Yes, Master."

There was the sound of the biwa echoing around them then Kokushibo and Muzan found themselves on a street. Muzan grinned, "Alright, you go think of something for Kaigaku and Gyutaro or whatever, I'll go do my shift now."

"Fun," Kokushibo sighed, walking off. 

×××

Nakime walked silently beside Daki, wondering why the hell she had to do this. Like, it wasn't completely out of the blue since Christmas was coming up, but it really was random. Especially since he'd said for her to go. Daki would be more reasonable but Nakime usually just put up the decorations.

Why this this year?

Or maybe it had something to do with the fact that Muzan had been trying to get Douma and Akaza together...?

She sighed, raking her hand through her hair which was pulled up in a ponytail, her eyes disguised as human ones—two human ones. Distorting but she couldn't cause confusion.

"You alright?" Daki asked, turning to her as they walked, their feet marking footprints in the snow.

"Mhm, just wondering why I have to go," Nakime grumbled.

Daki laughed. "You'll live. Or are you cold? I can hug you," she said, grinning. She was wearing clothes more appropriate for winter—Gyutaro had insisted—and she looked absolutely... adorable in them.

The biwa demon shook her head as they approached the first shop. "We can't walk like that," she remarked.

"You can carry meee!!!" Daki teased. 

"How are you to help me shop then?" Nakime pointed out, stepping through the door. 

"Finee..." 

They looked around, finding themselves in a clothing store. 

"Hmm, I should buy that grinch costume for Gyokko now," Daki said, looking around. "I'll meet you at the front, no? We can meet up when we're done so we can pay and go on, alright?"

Nakime nodded and the two split up, going each their own way.

×××

Muzan waited, drumming his fingers mindlessly on the counter. It took a while and he was starting to regret having decided to take on this job as he knew Daki took a long time to shop, but then they finally walked up to him and he stood up, making sure he kept down his aura to a less menacing one, more fragile and human-like so they wouldn't notice. 

"Hello! Having a nice christmas, I suppose?" he said, his tone cheery, matching his smile.

Daki nodded and placed her things on the counter—taking up half of the space. Nakime placed her things there as well which ended up only being half of the amount Daki had gotten. 

"Yep, you?" she said, fixing her ponytail.

"I'm doing alright, myself," Muzan said, picking up the first item. "Are you two dating? You seem very close," he commented, careful to not look too curious. 

He looked up and gave them a tentative smile.

It took them a second to realize what he meant and they flushed simutaneously, instantly shaking their heads in denial. 

"No?" Muzan asked, counting the payment. "Such a pity. Close friends, then?" he decided. 

"Ehm..." Nakime mumbled, her usually pale-white palor practically glowing with pink. "I suppose."

Daki nodded her agreement quickly. "Yeah... Close friends..!" she said, pushing what she was buying closer to Muzan, urging him to continue.

"Right, right. Nice to go shopping together, hm?" he said. 

"Yep!!" 

"You sure you aren't dating?" Muzan pushed, laughing. "Your 'friend' here is quite pink."

"I'm just cold," Nakime said quickly—too quickly.

Daki glanced at her, almost surprised, then nodded as well. "See, I told you you should carry me!" she said. 

Nakime sighed. "How would we carry this?" she asked, motioning to their things. 

"Uhhhh, with you hair," Daki joked. 

"Alright, here's the charge," Muzan said, jotting it down quickly. "Anything else?" he asked.

Daki shook her head. "That'll be it."

"Mhm, have a merry Christmas!!" he called out to them as they walked out the door. 

Once they were out of sight, he quickly placed the money in the cash register (idk what they used if it was smth diff so we'll just do it as it's done here now<33) and called out, "Kokushibo!! Go follow them!!"

Kokushibo, at Muzan's command, followed the two girls as they walked to the next store.

They walked in silence, their hands full with their things and their thoughts elsewhere. Both appeared to be flushed and most definitely not from the cold—especially since demons aren't affected in visible ways by cold.

Kokushibo followed them until they entered the store then he paused and went back to Muzan.

"So?" the demon lord asked, his eyebrows cocked in curiousity. 

"I think that you've at least sparked something other. They didn't talk or anything but they were... definitely thinking about it," Kokushibo said, smiling.

Muzan leaned over to him and gave him a quick kiss. "Good."

×××

"Okay! For Kaigaku and Gyutaro, we're going to need Daki. But since she's... developing her relationship with Nakime, we can have you talk to Kaigaku first," Muzan said, leaning back on his chair.

"Why me?" Kokushibo huffed.

"Because he sees you as a father," he said, rolling his eyes. "And you can just pretend you want to see him for training or shit, I don't care."

"...alright. What do I say? Or do?" the Uppermoon asked, confused as to where this was going.

"Just talk to him about random shit then drop big ass hints that he likes Gyutaro and that he should ask him out. Kaigaku catches on with that sort of shit really easily, don't worry." Muzan sat up. "Shouldn't be too hard."

"You say it so vaguely, though..." Kokushibo complained. 

"You'll do great, Kokushibo," Muzan assured him. "Want a good luck kiss?" he teased.

"Yes."

Muzan slipped around his desk and went to kiss him but arms wrapped around his waist and lifted him onto the desk. 

"Hmm, don't go too far Kokushibo," he warned, though he gave him a tender smirk. 

×××

Kaigaku stood in Kokushibo's house—a small human one with a lot of curtains and boarded up windows to make it look as if an abandoned one though it was far from that inside. 

"Soo, what am I doing here? Training again?" Kaigaku asked, his arms poised on his hips in a relaxed posture.

"No, just talking," Kokushibo said, sitting down on a chair he'd placed across from the one he's put down for Kaigaku—who wasn't even using it. 

"Hmm, what about?" the training-to-be-an-Uppermoon-demon asked, his eyebrows perked in curiousity. 

"Stuff."

"Elaborate."

"Sit down, Kaigaku," Kokushibo sighed.

He sat. (totally a sentence)

"Start the conversation, then. I've got to finish wrapping the presents," Kaigaku huffed.

"Alright. Hmm, so your place as an Uppermoon? You'll be taking as... Uppermoon six if there were to be any vacancies," Kokushibo said awkwardly, after a moment of silence. He honestly didn't know what he was supposed to say. He'd had a vague idea but then he'd gotten all caught up with Muzan and... shit, so it'd slipped his mind. 

"And...?" Kaigaku prompted. "I already know that, you know-"

"Right, right. Gyutaro and Daki are Upper six at the moment," the Uppermoon said, thinking quickly. He had to bring Gyutaro into the conversation.

"Mhm?"

"Maybe you should train with them? Like, Gyutaro, say! You seem to be around him a lot recently. Have you befriended him well?" he asked, mentally approving himself. 

"Oh, uh..." Kaigaku paused. "Yeah, sure. I've... befriended him, all right.

"Very well," Kokushibo said, noting the emphasis on friend.

"Why do you ask?"

"I want to make sure you have closer sight on what it's like to be an Uppermoon. You should really talk to Gyutaro more. Ask him out if you want to go and talk to him somewhere more... private?" Kokushibo suggested, a glint in his eyes proving he meant other than what he was saying.

Kaigaku, obviously realizing this, flushed. "Ask him... what?" 

"Out."

"I know, I meant, uhm..." he faltered. "Nevermind. Okay." 

"Great! And hopefully he can be more than just a friend, in which you two can bond together in other ways to give you more experience," the Uppermoon said. He stood, then, and said, "Have fun!" before walking off deeper into his house to wait for Muzan.

×××

And then it was Christmas.

Muzan and Kokushibo lay quietly in Muzan's room, both having wanted a bit of rest, when the door slammed open.

They jolted up. "Wha-"

"IT'S CHRISTMASSS!!!" Daki exclaimed, grinning widely. She wore a sort of onesie that was red and white with patterns of reindeers. "GET UP FUCKERS!!!"

"Daki!!" Muzan groaned. "Quiet down."

"NO CAN DO!!" she said, dashing off.

Kokushibo sighed. "We better get going then."

"Right. I'll go see if Gyokko has the costume on," Muzan said.

"Mhm." Kokushibo kissed him on the forehead and then the two demons stood and walked out of the room, noting the decorations put up all over the Infinity Fortress.

"It looks beautiful," Daki said as Muzan and Kokushibo entered the main gathering room. 

Nakime smiled. "Thank you."

"I know someone else she finds beautiful," Muzan said under his breath.

"What?" the biwa demon asked, turning her gaze to him.

"Nothing. Alright, Gyokko!! Where are you?"

Daki burst into laughter then, bringing the attention of the demons to her.

"What?"

"I gave him the costume of the grinch an hour ago and he'd been complaining that it's not fit for him to wear and that it's not artistic at all so he won't come out of his pots," she explained, pointing to one of the flower-designed vases sitting in the corner of the room.

Muzan shook his head. "Gyokko, get your cowardly ass out of the stupid vase and show us the costume. If you don't, I'm going to make sure every one of your pots are destroyed and your paints and materials are thrown into an ocean." 

Gyokko, obviously shocked by this threat, gasped and the sound echoed in the pot. 

"Well?" the demon lord said impatiently.

"Fine..." Gyokko whined, slowly but surely going out of the pot. 

There was a beat of silence as everyone stared at him, the bright green fuzzy—but somewhat soaking wet—fabric of the costume making him look worse than ever as he averted his eyes to the ground, his face flushed in a red hue contrasting against his usually pale skin.

And then—

Laughter rang out from Muzan making nearly every Uppermoon flinch in surprise.

"Nevermind, Gyokko. You already looked like shit before but that's worse. You can take it off... at midnight," Muzan decided.

Gyokko huffed. "Okay. How long till then?"

Daki grinned. "Nearly twenty four hours. It's nearing to one AM of today," she said giddly.

"...Fuck. Can I at least stay inside the pot?" he whined. 

"Nope, you have to stay out in that corner of the room the whole day, remember? And cry but I suppose that's optional," Muzan said, raising an eyebrow to see if he'd contradict.

"Fine."

×××

"Nakime!" Muzan hissed.

He was right behind Nakime, watching the other Uppermoons and Kaigaku exchange presents and talk. 

"Yes, Master?" she said.

"Put mistletoe over where Kaigaku and Gyutaro are in a bit, alright?" he said, his voice low in a whisper.

"Yes, Master." 

"Okay, now go talk to Daki or something and stop sitting by here the whole time. You can play  music later," he dismissed.

Nakime nodded. "Alright."

×××

Kaigaku was laughing as he spoke to Gyutaro when he noticed something above him. He looked up, his action being followed by a similar one by the Uppermoon he spoke to. 

"Mistletoe?" he said. "Was that always there?"

"No, I don't think so," Gyutaro said.

Kaigaku paused. "Gyutaro," he said suddenly, grinning.

"Huh?"

"People put up mistletoe because you're supposed to kiss if you go under it. We're under it," he said, raising his eyebrows slowly, trying to get Gyutaro to understand. 

"Wha...- OH." Gyutaro froze. "You want to..?"

"If you want to..." 

"So... yes?" he said slowly.

"Do you?"

"...yes."

Kaigaku nodded and leaned forward, pushing the box he held in his lap to the side. "Yes." He closed the distance between them, their eyes fluttering shut almost instinctively. 

When they pulled apart, both's cheeks were flushed and Gyutaro looked to be practically glowing, a shy smile forming on his face.

But then Daki gasped, and they turned to look at her. "What?" they asked in unison, as if the kiss had brought their words together.

"You guys... just... KISSED?!" Daki said, her voice almost in a shriek.

"Is that a bad thing..?" Gyutaro asked uncertainly.

"ARE YOU KIDDING?? IT'S THE BEST THING EVER!!" Daki squealed. 

Taken aback, Gyutaro took a moment to respond as he blinked, confused, at his sister. "It is?"

"You realize the both of you have been crushing on each other for, like, months and said absolutely nothing?!" she said, rolling her eyes.

"Months..?" Kaigaku asked, his eyes widening. 

"You too," she deadpanned. "You've liked him for longer, no?"

"Fuck off..." he mumbled. 

Gyutaro looked torn between backing up Kaigaku or his sister and he remained silent.

Douma, noticing this, turned abruptly to Akaza—who was about to go talk to Nakime—and said, "Akaza-dono!! We both like each other too! Can we kiss??"

Akaza glared at him. "Fuck no!"

"Why??" the blond whined, pouting. 

"Because you look like shit and you are shit," Akaza said, huffing and turning away.

"But... you like me!" Douma pointed out.

"My feelings have been corrupted."

"I wanna kiss you, Akaza-dono!" he said impatiently.

"Too ba-"

He was interrupted when lips pressed against his in a fleeting moment.

They stared at each other for a second, then Akaza turned red and turned away, covering his face with his hands.

Douma smiled happily. "You're pretty, Akaza-dono!" 

"I hate you," Akaza mumbled, the words too weak to be true.

"I love you too!"

×××

(watch me run out of ideas so imma end it now)

"Hmm, looks like they're having fun," Kokushibo noted, smiling.

"Yeah. What about Nakime and Daki, though?" Muzan asked, sighing.

"Don't force it, they'll figure it out themselves.

"Alright."

Muzan leaned against his boyfriend's chest, their arms and legs tangled up with each others comfortably.

"Love you, Koku... Merry Christmas," he said, stealing a short kiss from the Uppermoon.

"Love you too."

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LY ALL

HAVE A MERRY CHRISTMAS OR HAPPY WHATEVER!! <33

ALSO IDC I'M POSTING THIS HERE PAST CHRISTMAS I WAS TOO LAZY TO YESTERDAY

[spikedsoul]

maid's worst nightmare - ch 5

back again with another chapter already. might make the next skip a little bigger just to kinda settle reader more thoroughly... idk! we'll see. anyway here we go-

ch 4 (previous chapters linked in that one)

You sighed to yourself as you waited on Bowser to come back. Not that you were looking at him any sort of way except for a criminal, but you quietly reminded yourself that just like male humans, even if he potentially looked good in his clothes, that was no reason to forget what an ass he’s been and would no doubt continue to be. Good looks did not excuse terrible actions. Not that you thought he looked good in the first place-! Fuck, you thought yourself into a corner. You rubbed your face; honestly, no. He wasn’t your type, being a reptile and much more importantly a fucking criminal, but for your own sake you’d better go along with him. You needed to survive as unscathed as possible until you were rescued.

"Now tell me I look just fine in clothing, bitch," Bowser snarled. You nearly jumped because he suddenly seemed to materialize right in front of you, standing tall and proud. "Uh, not that - I mean, I'm not really calling you a bitch - sorry," he added in a mutter as you looked him up and down. Behind him, his tail curled slightly toward his legs in what you cautiously assumed was mild guilt.

Wow. Honestly that wasn't at all what you expected. He'd put on a white tuxedo that seemed to be perfectly tailored to him, complete with coattails; it was cinched nicely around his wide waist, broad shoulders accentuated by the sharp seams, his choker even replaced with a handsome purple bowtie. You could easily imagine a matching hat, although if he had one he forewent it. And damn it, you had to admit it: "Okay fine. You look fantastic. Happy?" But just as you finished speaking, something caught your eye. "Wait - how are your clothes under your shell?"

"Told you so, little lady. As for your question, well, it's a trade secret, and I don't give those out to unspecial people." Bowser smirked smugly and bent down to be eye level with you. You kinda wished he'd stop doing that - for the first and hopefully last time you had to struggle not to blush from his mere proximity. "Back to our earlier conversation - no, I don't need help with picking clothes. Unlike Peach, I know what I wanna wear when I need to wear something. Now, I'll allow one question except how my shell works."

You hummed quietly in thought. A single question, huh… well, if he's doing this now, you might get another question in the future, and you're pretty sure if you do something wrong he'll tell you about it, so…

"My eyes are up here, handmaid," he practically purred. You snapped your eyes up from where they'd been curiously looking at where the suit went beneath the shell.

It was a struggle not to roll your eyes at the inherent innuendo.

"Okay, one question," you breathed. For once you'd intentionally be a little bold. "Do I have to agree with whatever you say or am I allowed to have opinions?"

Bowser blinked, then laughed, standing up straight again. "Have opinions! I can't promise I won't get pissed off, but I'd rather know it than have you just agree with me all the time. That's boring. Now, you get one day to settle in and wander around, got it? You'll stay in here, on my sofa, so I can make sure you don't try to hurt yourself or something. Escape is impossible for you so I'm not worried if you go wandering the castle."

Well that was… hm. Sort of mixed signals, if you were honest. But you'd have to make due - surely this was only for a short period of time until Peach sent for you. Briefly, your mouth opened for another question, but you shut it again instead of asking Bowser. You'd ask someone else later about going outside.

"Good!" Although a little condescending, the king nodded when you opted to stay quiet. "We'll talk more tomorrow. Now go get oriented with your new, hopefully temporary home."

" Hopefully temporary?" you repeated weakly. What the fuck did he mean by that? Suddenly, your mouth was awfully dry, so you grabbed for the water bottle.

The massive koopa just smirked and turned back toward the room to go put his suit away, leaving you in a state of immense unease. Surely Princess Peach wouldn't just abandon you here, right? Not like… not like she did at the castle…? Suddenly you felt an entirely new wave of dread, but this time it was over whether or not Peach was the woman you thought she was.

Afraid of sitting too long with that uncertainty, you bolted up from the couch and out of the room as quickly as you could get the door open. Peach couldn't possibly be that sort of person, right? There's no way. She just had to leave in a hurry because Bowser was coming to try and steal her away as part of their apparent cat and mouse dynamic! That's why she left you! Plus, you knew from the beginning of the attack that it hadn't been a normal raid and was much more violent than usual.

You bustled down similar-looking hallways at random until your legs were burning slightly from the near-jogging pace you had set. Several of the trooper koopas shot you curious looks as you passed them, but no one stopped you. It did strike you that they all seemed to have quite an interest in you, though - they didn’t even try to hide their curious looks or staring. Finally, you found a bench you could sit on, and practically flopped down onto it with a choked whimper.

Okay, you had to get a hold of yourself. Your situation was… not exactly bad , but it wasn’t good. Kidnapped with no one but the princess and potentially other maids realizing your absence, trapped in a strange castle with an apparently unpredictable king, doomed to stay for an undetermined amount of time… And you had yet to meet any of his eight kids. If they were anywhere as bad as him, you had no idea how you would survive. Would they like you? Maybe if you were lucky, yeah.

…Was there actually a chance Princess Peach wouldn’t rescue you?

That thought terrified you more than anything else. You would be fed good food and the couch was relatively comfortable; you wouldn’t break from lack of basic care. You could probably ask about bathing and clean clothes later that night, fairly certain those would be readily provided. What couldn’t be provided was the much-needed light at the end of the long tunnel; for now, with that damn koopa teasing that Peach wasn’t who you thought, you were facing a totally black abyss.

Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, your breath catching in your throat as the reality sunk in: you’ve been kidnapped by the biggest baddie around.

Barely suppressing another whimper, you pulled your knees to your chest and hugged them tightly. You didn’t have the same energy to break down like earlier, but that didn’t stop the sadness and dread and fear that was quickly making a home in your heart. So you quietly just hid your face in your knees. For maybe half an hour, you hid, silently mourning the loss of the freedom you had just attained. Hell, you couldn’t even convince yourself during that time that Bowser had just said that to mess with you.

The truth was that you didn’t know Princess Peach very well at all. For all you really knew, Bowser was more trustworthy than she was, but you wouldn’t know that for a while. And as much as you wanted to believe otherwise, he’d planted a malicious seed that was going to fester and grow whether or not you tried to fight it.

All you wanted was a little normalcy and stability - you had no idea why that seemed to be so hard for you to find. At least you knew that if you ended up abandoned here, your quality of life would be decent at worst. You wouldn't dare to hope it could potentially be good, not with what you've already experienced.

[essayofthoughts]

7, 11, 13 & 17 for the writers asks!

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

Hm so. Two parts. Part 1. When, when writing something, I manage to solve a tangle of problems in a way which feels satisfying and ties up enough loose threads without seeming unreasonable and unrealistic. And Part 2. When I manage to write something that people connect to? Some of the comments on Ripley's Assistant and That Balance May Return and that people have sent me privately give me strong emotions.

11. Do you believe in the old advice to “kill your darlings?” Are you a ruthless darling assassin? What happens to the darlings you murder? Do you have a darling graveyard? Do you grieve?

I hate killing my darlings, hate it, hate it, hate it. I've got better in recent years about deleting lines, but I still loathe it and prefer to rework things and rewrite it than just delete. And the problem is, my memory is terrible, so either 1. I delete it and forget it forever or 2. I remove it to a doc of notes and then forget I have a doc of notes. So generally, when I can, I try to move a line immediately to the relevant doc, or I rework it. I know sometimes it's necessary to delete things but I will never stop hating it and it's probably a good thing for me that I tend to get ideas of whole scenes. That way I can edit a great deal of it, but as long as the overarching scene is the same, I don't mind. (If I have to delete the scene... noooooooo 😰)

13. What is a subject matter that is incredibly difficult for you write about? What is easy?

There is a very solid answer to the first part of that question but it's also complicated so I'd rather give you that answer in private, Mike, if you want to hear it. For another answer of something that's difficult for me to write - torture. I usually get around this by writing indirectly, letting the reader's mind fill in the gaps, because rather as with horror that's often the more effective way, but yeah. Not for me.

I also struggle to write the POV of outright malicious bastards just because I don't see the point of that kind of perspective? I don't see what is gained by being like that. I see it as deeply self-defeating and struggle to write it when I can't make out the goals of it or how it connects to other people.

As for easy - I mean, you've seen my fics. Manipulation, trauma, healing from violation. Angst and Hurt/Comfort in general, tbh. I struggle to write pure fluff, it feels deeply substanceless to me, but angst and hut/comfort have texture and I can always write those.

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

Mrrm. I don't know that there is much that won't make it in? Like, someone once commented about Ghost Cass something along the lines of how it can be kind of slow paced and... yeah. It's my self-indulgent "Take as much time as you like" fic in some respects, and while I do want to keep the plot moving it's also that... it took me ages to get from writing ficlets and oneshots to writing big fics! I am relishing it now. But also, because of this, a lot of the ideas for lore and history and details and stuff going on off-camera... we'll get bits of it anyway? Characters will inform others of lore, details of what happened elsewhere can be backfilled with other POVs, and for example with the Briarwood Arc part of Ghost Cass there's gonna be a downtime fic, and that's gonna cover Vox Machina, sure, but also some NPCs that are relevant, both within Whitestone and elsewhere, and help to provide some of that additional detail.

Idk. I don't like it going to waste? This is why I used to have such an issue of infodumping worldbuilding into a story. It's the whole reason I made monsterblog way back when, so I could infodump things in one place and redirect to it instead of infodump again in a fic. Instead I kind of work in background worldbuilding as information which a character has due to their background and it provides both worldbuilding and character information.

But I guess like, if I had to pick one piece of random background worldbuilding, lets go with my fave:

In my headcanon (shared with @blorbologist) - it starts with how Whitestone keeps bees. Snow Mead is a locally made Whitestone alcohol, and for mead you need honey. However, if you're making it in reasonable quantities you're probably taking quite a bit of honey, (not to mention honey just to sell as honey, and beeswax) and this is Whitestone, where it's cold and there's a shorter summer, so there's fewer flowers, so there's less for the bees to feed on. Mead was valued by the Norse because it used honey and honey wasn't cheap! It was a rarity, a treat.

But Whitestone makes Snow Mead enough that not all that long after the Briarwoods' occupation is ended Percy is able to obtain some Snow Mead amongst other local alcohols, which means the business has likely been continuing even during this occupation - an occupation which prevented trade between Whitestone and the rest of Tal'Dorei, I would note.

So the beekeepers need a way to sustain their hives, right? And IRL the way that's done is with sugar water. But sugar hasn't been cheap, historically, because it's kind of a pain to grow and refine and it was usually imported and made from sugar cane. We know trade was cut off for five years, so how are these beekeepers getting sugar for their bees? Given Whitestone climate, it can't be sugar cane imported or home grown, so most likely it's sugar beet, as grown in some of the fields near where I live.

And, if they've got hardy sugar beet growing, then they might well even have a surplus of sugar. Which would explain how, even as Tal'Dorei was rebuilding after the dragons, Vox Machina were able to set up a very prolific and successful bakery/pastry shop in Whitestone. Importing sugar, even with their money and connections would be tricky, and Vex doesn't like to waste money - if there's sugar locally they can get and use that at reduced cost.

And, further, it would be a source of income for the whole city even aside from the whitestone and refined residuum from the mountain quarries, which would help to explain why, despite it's small size, it hasn't just been subsumed into Tal'Dorei. Between it's isolated location and it's local sources of wealth, it's able to stay independent where other areas might find benefits in joining Tal'Dorei.

And... yes, that's a headcanon I came up with purely from Whitestone's climate and the fact they make mead.

[bphantom01]

Arc V Month Day 30 - Curtains Down

Woo boy, its already the 'end', huh?

There were times I actually got stressed out that I wasn't able to post something for a certain day and stuff… even so, i had quite a blast and whole lotta fun. Especially how I (or we all) got to see a whole lot more of arc-v fans all gather up for this nice event to share their work. I met new people, talked to em and perhaps idk made some new friends as well.

Oh, and, I'd like to thank those whom started this event. Thank you, seriously, THANK YOU for hosting this event! It was real nice of yall ^ω^

And tbh, its nice to see that Arc V as a fandom is not as dead as I originally thought before I joined any social media apps/site (I thought this way cause I dont normally see ppl talk abt it that much irl). In fact, its actually active and thriving, and I'd like to thank all fans for keeping it alive after all these years, no matter how much of a disappointment it is :P and we'll continue to push through and love this fandom…!

I also got to show off some writing and art I made, even if id usually be wary of that. And hey, thank u to those whom liked, rb-ed, & commented on 'em. I rlly appreciate it! ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

Now, to be honest, I planned to post more stuff than what I did! Tho, I'll try (no promises) to post more stuff until the extended deadline (it pisses me off how I usually have to rely on these especially irl lol).

Hm… I'll be looking forward to an event like this again next year, and I'll try to be more prepared when it comes unlike now! Yeah imma set a goal where I'll be more prepared and ready for other stuff too, and not have to wait till the deadline to do it. Self-improvement stuff. (And y'all can try this out as well obv :D)

This is all, folks! Till next time!

-01, out! :D

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Hii! This is my first fan fic on here lol so i hope u all like it, sorry if there are any spelling errors 😅.

Glenda shot up from the bed they were sleeping on, they had that dream again.. "Ughh..that damn dream again..what does it mean?..." They groaned, they got up and left the room. "

They saw nica and kyle sitting and chatting "hey" nica said to them with a smile. Glenda smiled back " hey nica, can i talk to u in private?" Glanda asked "uhh sure" nica replied

"We're just gonna chat for a bit, kay?" They said to kyle, she nod her head and glenda and nica head to the bedroom

Once inside glenda shut the door

"So what do u wanna talk about?" Nica asked "well..." Glenda hesitated "i-i wanna talk to my dad.. Is that ok? It wont be long i promise.."

Nica looked down, she didn't wanna do it but after kyle, glen and glenda help her. Its the least she could do

"alright fine..but make it quick"

Glenda nodded, they took out there pocket knife and cut they're hand. Then showed it to nica

"Hnngg.." Nica groaned..she slouched down in her wheelchair.

Glenda watched in silents as her father gained control of nicas body

"Hehehe.." He laughed as he sat his head up "hiya shitface" he said with a grin

"Hey..dad..um i-i wanna ask u something.." They said

"Hm? Well spit it out kid!" He said

"Well..i keep having this dream? Well more like a nightmare..theres this woman, and shes blonde and shes..screaming cuz shes on fire. And it feels like im the one who did it..and theres another voice thats a man, hes nice. and hes encouraging me...idk who it was i-i didnt see his face...i told mom about it but she just brushed me off. Told me it was just a dream"

Chucky started at his child in silence "glenda..that was u sweetheart.." He said

"Wh-what..?" They said. "yeah, it was u, u were amazing. I was so proud of u!! Ur first kill..i was so proud" Chucky said with a chuckle. "Mom she..she lied..shes a liar.." Glenda said, they're fist shaking with anger "SHE LIED ABOUT THIS! SHE LIED ABOUT U! SHE LIED ABOUT EVERYTHING!!" They yelled, tears started streaming down they're face. "Hey! Hey!! I know..i know ur upset..it was fucked up what she did.." Chucky said, he placed his hand on Glenda's shoulder, trying to comfort them "we'll show her.. We'll make sure that bitch suffers" he said, he pulled his kid into a hug. Glenda hugged they're father back.

Even if they're mother was a liar, someone not to be trusted, at least they have their dad now..

UEJDBSS I HOPE Y'ALL ENJOYED!! Im not great with writing fics so yeah lol 😅

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