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wordstome · 4 months

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the very first night (ntwdt pt 2)

tell me that you hate it hate that i'm no longer in your reach if i can't hear you say it maybe you can't change it, but if you never if you never put it on the line how am i gonna sign for it?

alpha colonel König x beta ex-lover reader

2nd person, no y/n, she/her pronouns, reader's callsign is Eden, reader speaks French, omegaverse, exes to lovers, fraternization, fantasy version of military protocol, probable incorrect use of "copy"

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tw: mentions of dead bodies and vague violence, dirty talk, könig is in rut but no actual sex happens, mention of grinding

Do you guys still even remember this au??? 😅 I'm back to writing this fic with this specific format just like the last time I had bad writer's block. I'm sorry that I basically made you guys take a poll and then immediately disregarded the results :( metalhead König is going to be the next one published, and then kosovo maiden. Anyway, this is less of a foray into the omegaverse as it is into exploring a married couple's dynamic. Forgive me if it's inaccurate, I've never been married. (Several of the people who will probably read this are married so...I might be really embarrassing myself here lol)

“Two on your six, O’Conor.”

König watches as his colleague takes down his pursuants with practiced ease. “Good to have someone watching over me, Eden.” the man roughs into his comms.

“It was my pleasure, Declan.”

“Can you two keep the flirting off the main comms?” Fender huffs. König hears O’Conor snort before the line goes quiet.

“Steady,” Horangi says next to him.

“What?” König says.

“You’re breathing like an angry bull. It’s unnerving.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“It’s obvious you’re mad O’Conor’s flirting with your ex-wife.”

“She’s not—“ König lets out a sigh of defeat and tips his head away from the scope. “She can do whatever she wants. I’m not her keeper.”

“Right, which is why you’re white-knuckling your rifle and giving off the most furious pheromones I've ever felt."

König gives his friend a deadly side eye. “Can I help you?”

“Nah. Just confirming what I already know”, Horangi answers, unbearably smug.

König rolls his eyes and returns to the task at hand.

The two of you avoid each other, mostly.

When you’re forced to interact, it's with stiff professionalism. Cold and distant. The way it was when it was really, really bad.

You spend your time becoming closer to the other operators. O'Conor, for one, is someone you find yourself growing close to. In your line of work, it's usually not a good idea to get too attached to someone who may not see the next day, but it's part of your job to know these people now.

They're so competent that you can ignore the obvious, anyway.

König's always been competent, but watching him work nowadays is strange, like watching a remake of a nostalgic childhood film.

His movements are the same. He flicks his wrist the same way, with a heartbeat's worth of pause before the movement. Him taking cover, leaning with that awful posture you always got on his case about.

But everything about him is more ruthless, more efficient. The unrefined brutality of his youth is replaced with a honed precision that is foreign to you.

It stings, though you know the feeling has no right to exist.

You can't keep yourself from reminiscing about the past, when everything about him was familiar. When you knew him so well, it was enough to save both your lives.

"We've lost comms with König."

Your heart drops into your throat. You've been on several ops with him at this point, but this has never happened before.

"What do you mean you've lost comms?"

"He's not responding."

"What?" Fear grips your heart at everything that implies.

"He's in your building, Eden. Find him and extract. Copy."

You move slowly, like ice is flowing through your veins. "Copy."

You will yourself to calm down. Lost communications doesn't mean anything but lost communications. Panicking that you're going to encounter his body will only ensure you end up as a corpse as well. Besides, who could ever take down a man like that, tall like a giant and quick like a viper as he is?

If you had lost comms, what would you do? Re-establish them, of course. Pick your way out of the building and do everything in your power to reconnect with your team. From where König entered, he'd be exiting the building on the east side. You turn to head that way, then hesitate.

König's not you, though. He's not like any other member of the team. Proud, arrogant, vicious König, far more so than other alphas. You used to be afraid of him while he was at work, but eventually you came to realize that was simply how he was in his element—a different persona he wore to battle. As much as you wished he would be sensible and take the safe route, König would never take the safe route. He'd be carrying on the mission on his own, moving towards the target at the center of the building.

But he's a professional. No matter how good he is at what he does, he's not a one-man army, and he knows the right thing to do would be to extract. It's a gamble. If you head towards the east exit and he's not there, you could be losing precious time to find him. But if you head towards the center, you could be walking right into a fight you can't win and become overwhelmed.

You let out a shaky breath and attempt to calm your mind. What would he do? What is he thinking? If you make the wrong call, if you don't know your lover as well as you think you do, one of you won't be walking out of here. You close your eyes and think.

You open them with newfound determination and turn towards the center of the building.

You'd been right, of course, judging by the fallen enemies you find as you move through the hallways. But you don't allow yourself to feel sure until the moment you lay eyes on him, securing the target—a hard drive containing sensitive information.

"König!" you hiss, just as he whips towards you, gun drawn. He relaxes when he sees it's only you. Despite the fraught situation you're in, you can't help yourself from dashing towards him and burying your face into his chest in a hug.

"Eden," he says, his relief evident.

"You stupid motherfucker," you hiss. "You should have extracted the moment your comms cut out."

His eyes crinkle up behind his mask the way they always do when he smiles. "You knew I wouldn't."

"Yes, because I am burdened with being one of the few people on this earth who knows you like the back of my hand. Atlas holding up the sky," you grumble.

"I know you're relieved to see me," he responds, joy evident in his tone.

You let out a sigh. "Can we just get out of here?"

"Aye-aye, captain."

You could do without those memories, you think whenever the two of you trade clipped exchanges during ops now.

König still has traces of the arrogance of his youth, but it shows through less now. He's wiser, more patient and far less reckless.

You catch yourself admiring how good of a leader he's become. His connection with his teammates is like muscles flexing a hand.

You're no longer a part of that nervous system.

In fact, he's always catching you off guard now.

The energy in the common area is weird today.

You can’t quite put your finger on it. It’s like everyone’s walking on eggshells, but at the same time, nobody’s mood seems to be that affected. It’s like you’re all mice living in someone’s walls: going about business as usual, but with some looming threat casting a pall over everything.

“Is it just me or does the energy on base feel off today?” you ask Calisto.

“Oh. Yeah, that. Don’t worry about it,” she says. She swings open the refrigerator and pulls out coffee creamer. “No need for concern. König’s in rut.”

You do a double take. “He is?”

“Yeah.” She’s casual about it as she dumps cream and sugar into her coffee. “Usually he has a pretty light rut—he just gets testy and irritated. But for some reason this time is bad.” She offers you the cream, but you shake your head. “Don’t know what’s up with him, but he had to barricade himself in his room. His scent is driving people up the wall.”

You stare at the table in front of you. It can’t be a coincidence that König’s rut gets worse as soon as you’re near him again, can it?

When you look up, Horangi is staring at you from across the room. Slowly, he raises his mug to his lips, never once taking his eyes off of you.

You swallow the lump in your throat.

Calisto was right. The scent is overwhelming, but it's also familiar. You can't blame the others for avoiding the area. If you'd never dealt with him in this state before, you'd be hightailing it out of there too. Which is why you're doing this despite...everything.

You hover outside his door, trying to gather yourself, or work up the nerve to knock, or anything. It doesn’t matter in the end, though.

“I can smell you, liebling,” comes his voice, deep and growling and verging on feral. A shiver runs up your spine. You haven’t been called that in a long, long time.

“I only came here to bring you things. Water and…snacks.” you stammer, instantly hating yourself for how weak you sound.

“All these years later…and you still smell the same.” He blows right past your feeble little excuse, not even dignifying it with a response.

“I’m just here to check on you,” you murmur.

“Is that so.” You gasp as you hear a loud thud against the door from the other side. Oh God, it’s him, his body heat almost burning through the wood, pressed so close that you can hear his heaving breaths. “How kind of you.”

“It’s the least I can do, considering…”

“Considering it’s your fault I’m like this in the first place?”

Your legs feel weak. “Yes.”

His voice is silky, dangerous despite the barely restrained lust behind it. “Good girl.”

“That’s not fair,” you whisper.

“That’s a shame. You used to like it when I called you that. Still do, according to my nose.”

You wish he wasn’t right, but he is. You’re so slick that you’re soaking your underwear.

“Do you want the water or not?”

“Are you going to come with it?”

“I—”

“Because I promise you, if you’re still standing there when I open this door, you will get fucked against it.” He sounds like a savage animal snapping his jaws in hunger, and fuck, your body feels hot and weak in response. Every cell in your body is screaming out for you to throw open that door and let him fuck you limp. If you told him to break down the door, you’re sure that he would.

“You can’t say that anymore,” you whisper, hating the words as they leave you.

That seems to bring König back to rationality. You can picture him now on the other side of the door, shoulders slumping as he withdraws back into himself. "I...I'm sorry."

You slide down to sit on the ground with your back to the door, gripping a water bottle in a clenched fist. "It's like no time has passed at all, huh?"

You hear him let out a shaky breath, clearly trying to collect himself and bite back words he can't say. "Yeah."

That's the thing, isn't it? Your biology and his got the two of you into this situation in the first place. Very little of that has changed. Even though you've grown distanced in your minds, your bodies haven't forgotten the connection.

You're still struggling with how to feel about that. So much of your life has been dictated by what your body needs and wants. You've spent just as much time bucking against those needs and wants, so much that it feels like second nature.

"All of this...it takes me back. Do you remember the first night I spent with you during a rut?" you say. For a while you don't think he's heard you, but then he responds.

"How could I forget? It's my most embarrassing memory."

"Still?"

"I swore I would never let something like that happen again."

You giggle a little. "It was cute, for what it's worth." That first time, you'd come prepared with water and food, just like you had tonight, prepared for a long night full of...strenuous exercise. Instead, König had gotten so overwhelmed at his first rut with a partner that he came by just grinding on your leg and immediately fell into a 12-hour sleep.

"Yeah, you've said that. Doesn't make me cringe any less."

"And I'll say it again, it wasn't as bad as you think it is." You idly trace the cap of the water bottle with a fingertip. "There's no shame between us."

Another long pause before he responds. "Was."

A dull, throbbing pain nestles itself below your sternum.

"It...doesn't have to be past tense," you put forth tentatively.

"Doesn't it? We've gone right back to being strangers. You're still on the other side of the door."

You bite your lip. You can't deny that, nor the distance that's grown between the two of you.

This is all happening too fast. You don't know if you want to close the gap. You don't know if you're ready to make amends, after what happened.

"You're in no condition to have this conversation," you say, to distract both him and yourself.

"Conversation with you is hard to come by nowadays."

"Well...let's change that. Starting when your rut's over. Let's try talking like normal people again." This time, you don't know if you can blame your stupid biology for the relief you feel saying that. Maybe this time it's nothing but you and your treacherous heart.

You hear a thump against the door, but not an aggressive one. More like he's leaned his head against it. "I guess we have to start somewhere."

More silence. Then he speaks again, his voice tremulous.

"Can you stay? It's easier when you're here."

You swallow, your mouth gone dry like a desert. You can barely manage your next two words. "Of course."

The rest of the night is quiet, but you know he's there. At one point, you can even hear his steady, even breathing. Somewhere along the way, you notice that your breathing has synced with his.

The two of you fall asleep like that, propped up next to each other with a single layer of wood between you.

I miss you like it was the very first night...

I only revised this once while exhausted out of my fucking mind at 3am, so forgive me if anything's awkward or clunky. I'll probably go through it again in the morning (and die of cringe). But there we go! I hope you guys enjoy. As always, I would love to see your thoughts and comments <3

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hana-no-seiiki · 1 year

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RECREATIONAL

THIRD PART TO FEROZEVE SERIES : [PREVIOUS] [MASTERLIST] [NEXT?]

YANDERE POP IDOL! OC x MANAGER! READER x YANDERE ROCKSTAR SMUT

tw/cw: reader uses gn pronouns but has a dicc, unprotected seggs, unrealistic seggs, anal seggs. switch! reader, switch! eve, gong! feroze. dub/non con.

status: unedited.

thank you hubby @moyazaika for letting me use your son again, and for the voters that picked this fic (🤰🏻) in the emoji poll.

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“Mx. Ma-na-ger~ !” Eve drawled as he glomped you from behind. Despite not hearing what he had to say or do aside from assaulting you with hugs, you were already dreading the next moments of your life.

“Eve, no.” You tried slipping away but are unfortunately unable to defeat hours of dance routines and gyms sessions Eve had to go through as a part of his training and work.

“But Mx. Ma ↗ na ↘ ger ↗ ! ! ! ” His pitch fluctuated as you had resorted to shaking him off instead.

“Eve, I already told you that I’m busy.”

And then he pouted.

You see, when an idol like the Jisoo Han pouts it is almost as if the entire universe has ended. It’s like the feeling you’d get when every puppy or god forbid every kitten dies. The feeling of utter sadness so insurmountable you almost crumble to your knees.

Eve had the power to create smiles and laughter across the globe, but he also had the power to completely destroy any semblance of happiness from a person. You knew that power very well.

You pinch the bridge of your nose, desperately attempting not to cringe or cry from his actions.“Fine. I’ll be free next evening. Don’t. Bother. Rosy.”

You thought he’d be satisfied with your answer but he only pouts even harder.

You sighed. This absolute man-child. “. . . Soo.”

He immediately flicks back to his cheery self. A boyish grin on his face as he separated himself from you and skipped away. “Okay~! I’ll see ya soon.”

That was way too easy. Oh god. What could that demon be thinking of?

As soon as he left, another one of your man-children came into your office. Groaning, he plopped himself atop one of your bean bag chairs.

Feroze doesn’t utter a word, and you could tell that his hangover had been a pain to deal with. Usually he’d already be all over you. It sort of reminded you of how he was during your early days with him. Still, he made the effort to show up despite the massive migraine he should be feeling right now.

“I—“ You started, but you are unable to finish your words as he’d already beat you to the chase.

“I love you, really love you, but if your next words are I told you so. Just don’t.”

Darn, he knew you too well. Time to take a different approach to asserting your correctness.

“Well you know what they say—“

“I’m going out to eat.” He seemingly teleported in front of you, flicking your forehead. And then, he was out. Just poof. Disappeared.

You stared at the hangover medicine you prepared for him located in the drawer of your desk, and humphed, “. . .He didn’t even let me finish.”

There are many stages of love in Urdu and Arab world. Attraction, love and even death, but infatuation; عشق (ishq) was what Feroze identified with. Literally speaking it just meant love. Symbolically however, it meant so, so much more.

It was both all of love in itself and a stage of it. It was above the notion of logic or sense. Just as how he felt with you.

❝

Ishq Nazuk-Mizaj Hai Behad (Love has a delicate disposition)

Aql Ka Bojh Utha Nahin Sakta (It cannot bear burden of logic)

❞

As an Urdu poet Akbar Allahabadi would say.

Feroze’s entire existence revolved around yours. He breathed for you, he’d die for you. The biggest regret in his life was how he didn’t meet you sooner, didn’t treat you the way you were supposed to sooner.

Feroze wasn’t actually mad or even annoyed by your words earlier. He could never, ever have such feelings towards you. He just needed an excuse to follow Eve. As to why he didn’t just do that? Well he had to see your face that morning to cleanse himself, of course. One look at you per day and all the negative energy in his life seemed to just fade away.

“Mr. Khan! How’s the hangover?” Speaking of negative energy.

Eve and him had been bonding quite well over the past few weeks. It was a miracle in itself. Despite the former’s overt interest in Feroze’s manager, he found the boy too cute to be murdered in his sleep. He had this ‘baby-ghorl’ aura about him that Feroze couldn’t help but be amused with. The rockstar could see why this idol had so many fans.

Eve approached him, his usually sparkly grin covered by the dark mask his disguise included. Promotional material for their collab had already been released to the public and has thus put them in the spotlight once more. Trying to go to that bar last night was already hell in the first place, meeting in a cafe where anyone could see them? That was just a wish for death.

Eve slid a small glass bottle that looked a lot like those syrups they marketed for younger kids. Or poison, one or the other.

Without a word, Feroze downed the liquid. And then immediately regretted his decision, hacking at the taste of it all, “What did you just give to me?”

“A hangover cure. Those usually don’t taste good no matter what country I go to. I knew you were a lightweight but I barely got to drink before you —“ Eve halted his bullying as soon as he saw the deathly glare Feroze threw at him.“Fine~ Fine! I’m sure Mx. Manager already made fun of your situation.”

Feroze turned his hazel eyes to the bottle.

“You spiked my drink, didn’t you?”

Eve doesn’t freeze up, he doesn’t even flinch, not a sign of guilt could be found on him. Feroze wouldn’t be surprised if the ravenette actually didn’t feel a hint of remorse for what he did. He acknowledges the boy’s fearless attitude. “I’m sorry?”

“I said, you spiked my drink didn’t you? Last night. I saw you put it in, but decided you could have a little fun with your ex-manager.” He emphasized your current status, that being out of Eve’s employment and in his. “So, did you?”

Eve twirled a lock of his bangs, avoiding eye contact. His ears had turned completely red. The usual glow about him somewhat dissipated. “Not enough.”

Feroze who was much less careful about his reputation and actions took Eve’s hand in his and held it, tightly. His callused fingers contrasted greatly to Eve’s soft, moisturized hands. “Well, we can’t have our Soo here feeling unsatisfied do we?” He massaged each finger vigorously while simultaneously keeping it as still as possible.

“What’s the catch? You wouldn’t just give away the love of your life away. Would you?”

“No. You’re right. I would never. But the benefits outweigh the negatives. I believe this collaboration of ours will help everyone in the long run.”

“Deal.”

You loved schedules and planning. It was everything to you. It’s why you worked as a manager for all these years. The intricacies of time management gave you a rush you could not explain. Perhaps this emotion was akin to what Feroze confessed to feeling about you. Though you heavily doubted it was that close.

You weren’t the type to beat up people if they didn’t follow you or your beloved schedule.

Were you?

In any case, as appointed, you arrived at Eve’s and Feroze’s shared studio. Perfectly on time.

“So, what did you want me for?”

“Well, I was recording this track. I already have Mr. Khan’s vocals and mine I just need . . .”

You had the knack to read Eve’s mind before he even spoke. It was why he adored you so much. Studying him was just a part of the job in your case. Despite his almost angelic demeanor, he felt more like the child you had to babysit rather than a proper partner.

“No way. I can’t sing.” You waved your hands in protest. You can barely hold a regular note for too long, how were you able to keep up with those trained singers the company usually hired for these things? You were meant to be in the backstage, not the center or anywhere near there.

Eve easily shoved you in the recording booth, “That’s why I’m here silly. To help you, now get in the booth.”

“Eve—“ You mouthed, trying your best to get out. But the exit had already been locked. Damn, how was he so fast?

And it’s official. The idol had you trapped. So easily as well. He should have done this ages ago. “Soo.” Your voice barely came out, anxiety hindering its proper passage. This wasn’t going to actually be a recording session was it?

His right hand then grabbed your outer thigh. You flinched, you thrash around, but he doesn’t stop.“Soo, I can’t do this with you — gah —“

“But why not~? Aren’t you a good little manager? You’ll do this for me won’t you?” He unbuttoned your pants, slowly pulling them down. Savoring the reveal of your precious [s/c] skin. While his scarlet eyes were firmly glued to your face, his left hand wandered to your clothed cock. Three fingers pressed against it, moving up and down gently.

“Mmf — For your information, I’m only obliged to follow Feroze’s —“ He stopped.

His appendages leave your side in a second. You were utterly disappointed in yourself as you realized you already missed his skin making contact with your body.

“Soo?”

He stood still for seconds until his fingers twitched.

After which, he laughed.

“HAHAHAHAHA! You think you were ever someone else’s? You’re mine, [Y/N]. Mine.”

It unnerved you. Not how maniacal his words or his guffawing, no, it was how genuine it felt in comparison to his usual one. In fact you were so caught up with his breakdown that you couldn’t even protest as he carried you in his arms, shoving lube up your little asshole and making you face the wall.

You hadn’t even realized his own penis was not covered anymore.

Everything just hits you when he thrusted in. Filling you with one slide.“Now make music for me, hm?”

Despite the microphone being a little too far from you, you were positive it could pick up the moan you just made.

It was like you felt everything, pain and pleasure mixed inside you and you couldn’t tell if you were enjoying this sick act or completely hated it. But one thing was for sure, you do nothing to stop him. Completely consumed by the feeling of his dick rearranging your organs.

“Louder, baby.” He picked up the pace, before shortly cumming inside you without warning. A reminder of his status as a virgin despite his personality. It doesn’t take long for him to get going again. “I wanted to be inside you for so long. I want to stay inside you forever.”

As Eve started speeding up, a mop of red hair entered your vision, “Rosy—“

You expected anger, you expected a murder you’d have to somehow cover up. But all your current client does was grab Eve by the shoulders.

“Ease up there, Soo.”

Eve’s horrifically ‘calm’ expression switches back into his playful once he faced Khan. You didn’t even know how much fear was pumping within your veins until he calmed down (at least outwardly) “C’mon. I know even you wouldn’t be able to resist this little hole.”

Were they . . . in this together? No they couldn’t be. They were just so different.

If only you knew how alike they were.

The limited space in the booth didn’t really feel good to the three of you upon Feroze’s words “Scooch over.” Eve had to back up while he was still inside you, allowing the other man to squeeze in.

Feroze grabbed your chin with one hand making you look to his face. “Look at me, meri jaan. My ishq.” and your cock with the other, tenderly stroking your member. “I love you alright? More than anything else in this world.”

“Then —“

“Let you go? Not a chance in hell.” He chuckled, increasing the pace of his handjob.

If you thought that Eve using you was too much, it was nigh impossible to imagine the stimulation you were currently receiving. “Sh- sto . . hah — p. Please.”

“Don’t break them yet, I haven’t even came.” You could however imagine the pout on Eve’s face. His thrusts stuttering from its once regular rhythm.

“Ssh. We’re doing this to record their pretty voice aren’t we?”

“Stop! Wh - hah - what about Soo’s reputation?”

Eve would use those words to blame you for his future breakdowns later on, your show of concern making his dick even harder than it already. But for now he could only express this feeling of gratitude by pushing it in deeper. “I’m a solo act now baby. It’s fine~”

“F-Fuhuck, I’m — “ He came inside you the second time, making your slick hole even wetter and causing you to cum all over Feroze’s hands.

“My turn.” The older man yanked you away. Eve’s semen dripped down to your thighs and legs as he’d separated from you.

“Hey!” He protested. But if there was one person who was more swole than Eve it was Feroze. The man putting him in a slightly bended position; looking away, and you in between the two singers.

“Hold on to his waist, meri jaan.”

You do as your told, feeling Feroze align your dick to Eve’s hole. Wait- he was completely dry how would he-

The answer was that Eve would take you no matter what. It did not feel great to either one of you, the only lubrication that existed was your previous ejaculation, and part of you knew that Feroze intended that. “Mmf—!” Mostly because he doesn’t take any time to warn you before he also inserts himself but in you. “I haven’t done something like this in ages . . . but nothing could compare to this”

Feroze helps you into a rhythm that ensured that you were either completely inside Eve or him inside you at every moment. Overstimulating you once more. When it came for his turn to thrust however, he put so much power that often times it would move you forwards and go a bit to deep.

“Shit! You’re doing that on purpose!”

“Not my fault you’re too excited to put a lil lube in!”

“I- I - think I’m — ! “ You closed your eyes, feeling your second release. A high you’ve never once reached before. A kind of high that ruins others as you’d find yourself chasing it.

But you knew, you knew it’d be impossible without these two men aiding you in that climb.

Feroze was right behind you as you reached the top. Thick, hot ropes of cum spill all over inside of you.

The three of you took deep breaths, but it was only a short respite for what would be a long, long, night. “We’re not done yet. I only came once.”

“The hell—“

Feroze turned you to face him, positioning you atop Eve’s back. His handsome face looked stunning even underneath the dim lighting.

You did not know if his following question was directed towards you or ravenette, “You won’t mind this, won’t you?” Just that his cock had already been enveloped by Eve’s canal.

“Mr. Khannnn, you could have let me lube up.” The idol complained between moans.

“You took them no problem but not me?”

“You’re different! And bigger! Ah, fuck!”

“You deserve a little punishment for spiking my drink. Besides their cum should be more than enough.”

“He did what?!”

“Ack—!”

“Take it, کنجر (kanjr)”

Feroze cackled at your worried face and Eve’s pain, pounding into him without a care in the world. His sadism really knew no bounds.

You three ended up staying the studio all night. Your hole and cock being used up for all its worth.

The album ended up being a massive hit. The title track, the one with your ‘vocals’ ended up breaking records and staying at the top of charts for months.

Comments on the song largely talking about how realistic the sensual sounds of sex in the background was. Completely unaware that it was the two famous singers making love to you.

©️ hana.no.seiiki - yun | 2023

fun fact: i was rocking out to mlp music while writing this lol (that and my cousin watching van helsing in the background, very very loudly)

#hns.eve #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagine #yandere oc #yandere fic #yandere oc x reader #yandere oc x you #yandere x you #yandere idol #yandere rockstar #feroze #yandere ocs x reader #yandere story #yandere core #yan core #oc x reader

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wip · 7 months

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Hello! Would you ever consider bringing back different post types, especially audio? I appreciate that audio posts now display the artist, song title, and album name, but unfortunately newer audio posts don’t play in Tumblr-based music players like egoisticalgoat.de or robinpx.github.io/boombox because they’re read as text posts. Thank you for reading!

Answer: Hey there, @stepintomusic!

Sadly, the answer here is no. We’ve been moving away from legacy post types and towards the Neue Post Format—a format that allows multiple types of media in the same post—for many years. The new features available in NPF basically guarantee that we won’t ever switch back to the legacy format.

(If you’re interested in peeking behind the scenes here, there are a few posts about NPF over at @engineering.)

Now, to get into the meat of the issue. While it would be amazing if we could support every third-party tool forever, the reality is that we can’t. We’re a surprisingly small team to begin with, and even if we weren’t, that support would come at a cost.

To start, there’s the development tax. Now, would it have been cool to ensure all third-party tools (and all custom themes) worked 100% perfectly with posts stored as NPF before releasing NPF to the public? Yeah, it would have been… for third-party tools and custom themes. For us, it would have meant delaying NPF (and all the features it brings with it) for months, possibly years. Imagine a 2023 where Tumblr still doesn’t have polls: that’s the alternate future we’re talking about here.

And then, there’s our maintenance tax. The engine that powers Tumblr themes is already incredibly complicated—complicated to the point that we’re already finding it difficult to maintain and add things like, as you mentioned, NPF audio metadata. If, every time we found some third-party tool that doesn’t play nice with the latest changes, we tried to make an affordance for it… the engine would just become even more complex. And it would do so quickly, and complex to the point of being impossible to keep up with as a maintainer.

There’s a great article here by a former Mozilla developer about the pitfalls of prioritizing a third-party ecosystem over your own software. Did you know that Firefox was essentially a single-threaded application until 2018? This meant it would still visually lock up when saving files to disk, or collecting crash data. Chrome launched in 2008 and was multiprocess from the start. But it took Firefox ten years to catch up because supporting all existing third-party add-ons was seen as necessary. (Spoiler alert: in the end, they had to drop support for those add-ons anyway.)

My own recommendation around third-party software like this is: get in contact with its developer! If something in their software isn’t working, there’s nobody more qualified to update it. (Or, if they’ve abandoned the project but had made it open-source, maybe someone else could step up to maintain it. Maybe you! You never know until you try.)

I talked about the maintenance tax from the first-party side, but let’s talk about it from the third-party side, too. As a theme author and add-on developer myself, I have long accepted that the cost of maintaining these things can never be zero. When your software interacts with an online service, and that online service is being actively maintained, your software also needs to be maintained.

I hope all this has been enlightening! Thanks for your question, and please, have a great day.

—April

#feature #posting #audio #backend #your suggestions

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polyamorouspunk · 10 months

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Why Don’t We Love The New Polyamory Flag?

I’m going to keep this brief because no one needs a lecture.

It was claimed that “polyamorous people voted” and this was “the word of the community” and yet no one seemed to know this vote existed or was taking place?

In the argument of “well this one is better on the eyes” there have already been designs keeping the original themes that solve that issue.

It removes some of the history attached to the original flag, history that no one seems to care about anymore. Even if you think that the pi symbol is stupid, there have been versions made with the infinity heart, a universally recognized symbol of polyamory.

The flag is very hard to recreate in many designs. As someone who makes pride bracelets, it’s very easy to recognize the blue, red, and black. This flag is harder to recreate.

It’s been said that the colors are easily mixed up with the bisexual flag or the androgynous flag, and removes that iconic individuality that the polyam flag colors have.

This isn’t me saying it’s ugly or that criticisms of the original flag aren’t valid. I’m not here to point fingers and say that it’s “problematic” and that “we need to stop using it”. I’m not even here to cry about how annoying it is that everyone calls the original flag ugly when someone of us actually like it and how tiring that negativity gets to be to hear a piece of art you like trashed. I’m simply here to say that this is NOT the new universal flag, and according to a poll *I* put out on tumblr, 60% of people reject the new flag. What you have is two camps of people, one camp that voted this new flag into existence as the majority of people in some mysterious poll and those who support this decision, and another group that has worked to keep the original flag in tact and/or has an issue with the unconventional design of the new one. At least here on tumblr you’ll find a lot of the big polyamory blogs like @polyamorouscultureis @polyamoryfacts @polyamorousmood @polyshipprompts @polyamory4life @polyamory-ponderings @polyamory-place @polyamory-imagines and so many more still using some version of the original flag. It’s not going anywhere, and I wish people would stop acting like we all threw it in the garbage.

#polyamory flag discourse #flag discourse #polyamory #polyam #polyamorous #polyamory colors

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that poll made me think of this excellent post by @magicaii re: mello’s fanon interpretation as overly emotional, and i broadly agree with all the points made, but i would also like to posit that if one subscribes to the hypothesis that mello and near grew up in a somewhat foster-sibling-like environment (which seems to already be almost universally accepted in the matt-mello relationship. is it even canon that they were roommates? it is so prevalent in the fandom that i forgot to even question it. but i digress)

in a foster-sibling-like environment at the orphanage a certain level of childhood intimacy would be inescapable between mello and near just by virtue of growing up together: having meals together, attending the same classes, sharing caretakers and chores, being teamed up by teachers during assignments, existing in the same recreational spaces, etc. even if they were never particularly friendly with each other, they would inevitably, perhaps even unwittingly, develop some kind of understanding (“something identical in them […] something which would dart to one face, then to the other, depending on an expression or a trick of the light or the angle at which a head was cocked”) by virtue of being intellectual equals above the rest of their peers. they are, after all, foils to the L-light relationship.

in fact i find it harder to believe that they would not have interacted often at wammy’s. being slated to become and in competition for the role of L’s successor, their tutors would have set them up to push each other through special assignments/tests/projects. it is a highly effective didactic tool used in all sorts of competitive and academic environments. mello’s “you know near and i don’t get along” would be thoroughly justified: who amongst us would not hate being Assigned Partners At School with your (self-declared) nemesis! roger knows this! he has probably threatened mello with a get-along-t-shirt! mello’s emphasis on you know is not clunky as-you-know exposition but an exasperated teenager going UGHH MOM! at a guardian that keeps refusing to acknowledge mello's protests

all of this is to say that, with this context in mind, i can imagine mello lightly “bullying”⁽¹⁾ near not because he wants to make a punching bag out of him but because in the way kids naturally learn through play and social interaction, he'd be feeling for his advantages over near (being more athletic, better with people, easier to get along with, etc) debatably he might even want to establish/prove these differences in the social hierarchy at wammy’s (given his high “social life” stats in dn13:htr) it is these differences (that near is too passive, emotionless, haughty, at least in mello’s head) which seem to frustrate mello the most, so it doesn’t strike me as out of character to think the boy who is introduced hitting someone with a ball and tugging at someone else's hair would surrender to his id⁽²⁾ and try to get a rise out of near, that he’d want to bring near down to everyone else’s “level"

and perhaps this is the shipping goggles i have on but there is something thoroughly intoxicating about being the center of attention of someone who you passionately resent when you are undoubtedly on top.⁽³⁾ you could argue mello subconsciously desires near’s admiration and either refuses to see it whenever it is there (“near told me i did good job, the condescending dick”) or near is absolute shit at communicating it (“your thought process in this essay was almost impossible to follow” <- badly worded compliment), so mello veers for the next best thing: near’s attention. much like with a bad cat, negative attention is still attention, and on god he is getting his fix of being so fucking annoying (look at me, why won't you look at me!) wherever he can get it

⁽¹⁾ie. wrestling him down in the playground, toppling over his towers, hiding favorite toys, pulling his hair, locking him in closets etc. nothing life-threatening or overly painful; the mean teasing of a resentful older brother, not the harassing of a bloodthirsty middle school terrorist

⁽²⁾especially when they are younger mello would have far less developed self control lol. by the time we first meet them, at 13 and 15, this light bullying would've been largely a thing of the past, with mello becoming gradually more distant around the time he transitions into brooding teenagehood while near is still a kid, which would've made leaving wammy's far easier (i also think that mello would firmly believe that he has earned the right to bother near while everyone else has not and he WILL be fighting them about it. only he can mess with near, thank you very much. typical older brother behavior. but this post is already too long)

⁽³⁾ no. i shan't say it

#death note #meronia #mello #near #mihael keehl #nate river #[AWAKENS FROM AN HOUR LONG TRANCE] WHERE AM I

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Sokka winning over Willie Jack in the indigenous character poll thing is just kinda got me feeling a way. Don’t get me wrong, it’s an absolutely nothing issue. This really doesn’t matter. But it does have me thinking about this pattern I see a lot in pop culture where the, sometimes very racist expectations of the, often very white, dominant group and what they read as genuine and representative will often very much not align with the traits, ideas, characterization, and coding the in-group will identify with. I think a very good illustration of this is Overwatch, specifically the handling of Pharah. So, if you don’t know what happened. Parah, an Egyptian character, got skins called Thunderbird and Raindancer. (Yeah, you should already be groaning.) Not really the best. And there are plenty of articles on why they suck ass.

That was enough for a mostly white audience to start fanoning that she might be half-Indigenous. Which isn’t wrong in concept, as a biracial person I can indeed confirm that biracial people do indeed exist. But the why they were marking them was that it was meeting the concept of who and what a native is in their head. A cultural expectation of what it means to be indigenous that indigenous stories rarely get to exist outside of. (And we could turn this into a related discussion of the specter of medicine shows and the hollywood indian or the big three of shitty native reps which originated most of these expectations directly or indirectly, but that is for another time and another post.) Blizzard, being blizzard, tends to like to incorporate fanon into canon if it’s loud enough and doesn’t clash with their plans as a way of making them seem and fans feel engaged. So they made it canon because a mostly white fanbase saw a set of kinda shitty skins and said “indian”. This is despite push back kinda being pretty vocal and visible at the time. It felt hollow, disingenuous, and out of nowhere to a native audience who never read native off her and it never being meaningful before. And nothing meaningfully native was incorporated into her in the future. Nothing that a native audience would identify with or recognize could be seen in her. And it’s not like there wasn’t talk of indigenous coding in overwatch.. But Parah was never the person it was attached to. That was McCree. He has big shitty uncle energy (among other things).

But again. Because one met a mostly white fandoms expectations of native, and thus got more noise. One got the canon and the other got an ugly beach skin where they made him blonde. What we flagged as native and what white consumers flagged as native did not align.

Ain’t nothin’ wrong with Sokka. Sokka has a lot of features I wish more native characters got to have on tv. I know a lot of Alaskan Native folks that fuck with him. But if you tell me he’s more native than arguable the most native character to ever been on tv, from a tv show written, directed, and acted by Indigenous folk in a way tv hasn’t gotten the opportunity to be previously, I’m going to side eye you.

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Hanako-kun of Magic

Hello all! This event originally began on Aidairo’s twitter during October of 2021. Below the cut are translations of the tweets for the full event! We hope you enjoy!

Day 1

Uhhh. Testing, testing? Staaarting… now.

Once upon a time, in a certain Teen's School, there were two girls who were very close friends. No matter how you looked at it, they were normal girls... ...except they weren't.

Well, what do you know! They were apprentice witches! This is a story of Halloween, sweet treats, and love, centered upon these two girls… Or maybe not!

[Witch/Sakura] ...You seem surprised that I called you here. Well, of course you are. As my familiar, you were already ordered by me to perform another task. However, something a little troublesome has occurred. It seems as though your abilities will be necessary. Please, join us.

It’s almost Halloween. Halloween is a special night, where witches bring their familiars along with them to a party. I left the task of preparing the sweets for the party to our apprentice witches, but...... Well, I think it's time we explain to you what’s going on.

[Apprentice Witch/Aoi] So, uhm... I tried to prepare the sweets with my magic, but I messed up the spell and turned the students of our school into sweets…… I tried to turn them back, but nothing happened.

[Apprentice Witch/Nene] What should we do!? Is it already too late!? They’ll turn back, right? Riiiiight!? Senpai, help us! Isn’t there some kind of magic spell that can turn everyone back to normal!?

[Witch/Sakura] Relax. There does exist a spell that can turn those humans transformed into sweetsーthe candy-people, for shortーback to normal. The method of casting it is very simple.

You’ll just have to eat them.

Yes, I know, it’s crazy. It’s an ancient form of magic, but one that has a terrible side-effect. The candy-people who happen to be eaten by a witch will..…

POLL:

Fall in love with the witch who ate them. ✅

Become the familiar of the witch who ate them.

Die.

[Witch/Sakura] Yes, while there are some cases in which they will become a familiar, this time is different. The candy-person will turn back to normal, but their heart will be stolen. To put it simply, they will fall in love with the witch that eats them. However, as you two are but mere inexperienced apprentices, the effect will disappear once Halloween is over.

We have only a few days left till Halloween. Let’s eat all of the candy-people and return them to their original forms before then. As for who you'll be eating first, please consult my familiar about it. They happen to be an expert on the subject. You have no issue with that, do you?

POLL:

Leave it to me! ✅

No way!!!

[Witch/Sakura] That’s reassuring. We’ll have Nene eat a candy-person tomorrow, then.

For the following questions, please refer to this sweets catalog.

[Witch/Sakura] The candy-person Nene will be eating tomorrow is the one on…

POLL:

The upper row... ✅

The bottom row...

[Witch/Sakura] I wonder which is best…

POLL:

… to the left!

… in the middle. ✅

… to the right...

Day 2

[Apprentice Witch/Nene] Good evening, Familiar-senpai! Thanks for helping us out! Today's the day I'll eat a candy-person. They’re super high in calories, so we can only eat one every couple of days...... Lets do our best together!

...... By the way, do you think that stuff about the candy-people we eat falling in love with the witch that eats them is... t- true...? Then that would mean... even if it’s short-lived... I’m going to be one of the popular girls!? Eeeee!! Alright!! Don’t mind if I do!!!

So the first candy-person I eat will be......

The "Crowned Galette Des Rois", huh... ...it has kind of a royal vibe, don’t you think? OK, time to dig in! The crust is crunchy, and the almond cream inside is sweet and delicious～!! Are those colorful bits dried fruit?

Urgh ... !!?

W-what the... What an incredible... and unique flavor..... it’s like they put something in here... that should never be put in a sweet... Poison...? No, that’s not it... I managed to eat it all, but my heart won't stop pounding...

T-the true identity of this candy is...!? It can't be...!!

[Diner Employee/Teru] Huh? Oh... you’re one of our regulars. I remember thinking you looked really cute when you were eating... By the way, do you prefer seats by the window, or at the counter? What if we headed over to the diner and got you something to eat? Don't worry; I'll place the order for you.

[Apprentice Witch/Nene] EEEEEEEEEE!!! ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ H-He... He’s....! He’s the hottest employee at the diner!! He's admired by the entire student body!!! Of course I’ll... ❤️ W-wait! Are you getting me a burger with a ton of calories!? I... I'm going home...

[Diner Employee/Teru] You're going home? Really...? But I wanted to see you eat... ...you won't let me?

[Apprentice Witch/Nene] ... ... ... ... Thanks for the food!!!!!

So... *munch munch* Familiar-san, since I'm *munch* in the middle of eating this *munch* Extreme Cream Halloween Special Mega Burger Meal *munch munch* ...

... you should choose the candy-person that *munch* Aoi will be *munch* eating tomorrow... *crunch munch munch*

POLL:

The upper row ✅

The bottom row

[Apprentice Witch/Nene] Omnom... nom... *gulp* ... om nom nom...

POLL:

Jack-o-Lantern Tart ✅

Heart Cocktail Jelly

[Apprentice Witch/Nene] (By the way, the results of the last poll were won by just a slight margin! Tomorrow is Aoi's turn... good luck Aoi!!) Huff, huff... nom... om nom nom......

Day 3

[Apprentice Witch/Aoi] Good evening, Familiar-senpai. ❤️ It's my turn to eat a candy-person today.

Oh, you're wondering about Nene-chan? She has a terrible stomach ache for some reason, so she's been sick in bed... I gave her some medicine, but I wonder if she'll be okay. I’m a bit worried...

Like Nene-chan, I’ll do my best to triumph over the calories. The first candy-person I'm eating will be... the "Jack-o-Lantern Tart", right? It has a pumpkin motif! A Halloween classic. The calories worry me, but it's a vegetable, so it’s good for me, right...? This sounds like an excuse, doesn't it...

OK, I’m digging in. ❤️ It’s topped with fluffy pumpkin mousse, and the bottom is soft, pungent pumpkin paste... This is what they call a two-layer cake, right? They share the same ingredients, but the textures are completely different. It’s great! ❤️

It’s not too sweet, but just right. The crust is really fragrant, it’s sooo good... And if you look closely, the shape has been constructed very carefully... it's visually impressive, too.❤️ ... Huh? Could it be...? This sweet treat’s true identity is...

[Classmate/Shijima] Ohhh~? Is that... my classmate, Akane-san~? Us meeting here must be destiny! Come, sit here. Look over this way, put your arms like this and your feet over here, and angle yourself just like this...

Aahhhh~!! ❤️❤️ Perrrfect~~!! Alright, now stay still there right there for the next hour, please!

[Apprentice Witch/Aoi] (She’s that girl from the art program!) (We have different majors, so we've never talked to each other... but I'm a big fan of her artwork...) Uh. A pose...!?! U-um, you mean l-like this!? Or this way... ... Eeeek!!!

[Classmate/Shijima] Hup~ Are you alright~? I’m sorry if I pushed you too far. This location isn’t the best, either... Oh, I know! What if we went to my place? I want to learn all about you..... And while we're at it, I could introduce you to my adorable little sister!!

[Apprentice Witch/Aoi] Oh no, I have plenty to apologize for myself... Wait, to your house? Overnight...? ...... (Is that really okay...? She’s probably just joking... But...)

... Haah. *Ehem* OK, Familiar-san, I better get going. She’s going to show me some pictures. Am I nervous? No, not exactly, but... Anyways, tomorrow Nene-chan and I will be resting our stomachs, so try and take it easy. ❤️ Thanks for your help today. ❤️

[???] ... ......... Fwah~...

Boy, I'm hungry... Oooh! Candy! Which~one~shall~I~choose...~?

Hmm!

POLL:

Heart Cocktail Jelly

Ghostly Mochi Cake ✅

Blue Candy Apple

Sweet 'n Sour Devil Cake

[???] There's no time limit for the poll! Ahaha! But we'll cut it off at 3PM tomorrow, so have at it! Bye-byeeee~

Day 4

[???] Yoohoo~ Did you pick one yet?

The "Ghostly Mochi Cookie," huhhh... Are you sure I can eat it? Okay then!! Thanks for the food~

I wonder what the insides of a ghost look like...... .........

............ ......, ...... ...! ............ ...... Hmm, I see. Ah, that was yummy! Lotsa stuff in there. This treat's true identity is......

[Classmate/Mitsuba] WAHHHH!!! ... what the... is this a dream? Huh? You... we’ve talked before, right? Well, I'm super cute and a secret celebrity, so I guess I can understand why you’d want to talk to me... You're pretty friendly... um, you’re getting a bit too close... Back off a little, please...

[???] I ate your heart. It was delicious. Do you know what happens to those whose hearts are stolen by a fully fledged witch or wizard? Shall I teach you?

[Classmate/Mitsuba] WAHHHH!! Something's growing out of me!! And— my body is moving... on its own...!? What’s going on!? This is humiliating, but I can't fight back... S-somebody, help me!! I DON’T WANNA CELEBRATE HALLOWEEN LIKE THIS!!!

[???] Thanks for the meal. Let’s try our best to get along, okay?

Keep up the good work again tomorrow. Next up is that girl with the uneasy stomach.

Bye-byeeee!

POLL:

Heart Cocktail Jelly

Blue Candy Apple

Sweet N' Sour Devil Cake ✅

Day 5

[Apprentice Witch/Nene] Good evening, Familiar-san!! Thanks for picking out that incredible cake for me the other day!! Thanks to you, I’ve been enjoying the dazzling school life of my dreams. ☆ ...... but I was in a fight with that high-calorie burger for days, so I’m afraid of what comes next...

Okay, I’m eating more candy today! I’m getting two people to fall in love with me, so doesn’t that make me kind of... wicked?! But there’s nothing else we can do... it’s like a dream, one that will all be over after Halloween... and if it’s all a dream, then I’m innocent!!

Anyways, I’m eating the “Sweet ‘n Sour Devil Cake” today... it’s a super heavy chocolate cake. Okay! I’m not even gonna worry about the calories this time!! Thanks for the fooood!

The sponge cake is bitter, but the chocolate cream inside is really rich and sweet! Mmm, a truly sinful flavor... The sweet ‘n sour raspberry sauce sandwiched inside is refreshing, and it really brings out the sweetness of the cake... ...

......Wait, raspberry...? ......

Hold on a sec... this cake is really good, but what’s this dreadfully ominous feeling I’m having......? I feel like I’ve just done something I can never take back... No way... this cake’s true identity is.........

[Classmate/Akane] ......nnn? Where am I—

[Apprentice Witch/Nene] MAGICAL ATTACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Haah... *wheeze* Haah...... That’s right... raspberry is Aoi’s favorite...... Forgive me, Akane-kun. This was... yes, this was for your own good... and mine, too... Stay here, sleeping... until Halloween ends......

Oh, Familiar-saaan~! This is reaaally bad! Looks like my magic misfired, oopsy! Clumsy Nene! ☆

This is my classmate, Akane-kun. He’s Aoi’s childhood friend, and the two of them are our class representatives. He’s also Aoi’s... Eheh, well, that’s a secret. ❤️

Phew..... Alright, now please choose Aoi’s candy for her!

POLL:

Heart Cocktail Jelly

Blue Candy Apple ✅

Day 6

[Apprentice Witch/Aoi] ...... Oh, it’s you, Familiar-san. Good evening. Haaah......

Oh, no, don’t worry about me. Just... I was lucky that the first candy-person I ate was a girl, but I’m pretty sure the next one will be a boy. So I’m a bit nervous, is all. But I have a trick up my sleeve, so I’ll be okay. ❤️

The candy I’ll be eating is the “Blue Candy Apple,” is it? I see. The starry pattern paired with the blue candy coating is really cute. ❤️ I don’t know where to start eating it from, but I’ll do my best.

This apple is so juicy! It’s super good. ❤️ Probably because it’s in season. The candy apple is another classic Halloween treat. They’re adorable! Isn’t it fun when you see them lined up on store shelves? Now, before this candy-person turns back to normal......

It’s time for an outfit change! MAGICAL MAKEUP～!! ❤️❤️

[Classmate/Yugi] ......? Oh, hello...... ...............Umm. Happy Halloween......?

[Apprentice Witch/Aoi] (※Magical Telepathy) (This guy... I'm pretty sure he's in my class... I think his name is Yugi-kun?) (He doesn't talk much. He's a little shy.) (I've never seen him hang out with anybody... but he sometimes talks to Nene-chan, who sits in front of him in class.)

[Classmate/Yugi] (What the... is that a Halloween costume......?) (............) (Just looking at this costume has my heart racing..... I'm going to look up where I can find one when I get home...) Oh, right... since it’s Halloween... I should give you some candy, right?

[Apprentice Witch/Aoi] ...... He booked it out of here after giving me some candy. I... don't think he knew it was me. Pretty sure. We don't know each other very well, so this was for the good of both of us.

There’s only one candy left, so let’s take a break tomorrow. Familiar-san, you’ve done a good job these past few days. ❤️ Okay, have a good night!

Day 7

[???] ～♪

...Ooh! Candy! There’s still one left, I see. It looks so sad, all on its own... ... But my stomach is full right now～ ... ... ... ...

Ohh, I know! Hey! Are you hungry? OK, then I'll give you some!!

[Familiar/Natsuhiko] *cough, cough*... Yo, runt... Don’t shove jelly into other people’s mouths!! That being said, that tasted great! The jelly was tongue-tingling and refreshing～

My lady sent me on a mission, you see. I’m in the middle of searching for the missing candy-person, so I don’t have time to play with ya, kid.

......Huh? Wait, that jelly cocktail I just ate......

[Familiar/Natsuhiko] I’m pretty sure... that the last candy-person was the “Heart Cocktail Jelly,” right...? Pipsqueak... don’t tell me... did you just feed me the...? ......

WAAAAAAHH!!! MY LAAAAADYYYY～!!!

[???] ...... When a candy-person is eaten by an Apprentice Witch/Wizard, they fall in love with them for a short period of time. When eaten by a fully fledged Witch/Wizard, they become their familiar. ...So what do you think happens when one is eaten by a familiar that is neither a witch, nor a wizard?

Don’t ask me! I have no clue! Ahaha! If you’re curious, then it’ll be fun to see what happens, right? Bye-byeee!

Day 8

[Witch/Sakura] A wizard that was passing by force-fed you the “Heart Cocktail Jelly”......? Ah... that is...... quite unfortunate. For you, Natsuhiko; and that boy, as well.

It’s not often that a human turns into candy...... So I’m lacking in knowledge on the subject, myself.

I can't believe a familiar eating a candy-person would result in something like this.......

[Classmate/Kou] Um! What... what happened to me!? Am I... ... I- I- I'm not dead, am I!!!???

[Witch/Sakura] Please, calm down. You're not dead. I sense magical power flowing within you. Which means―― you have become a wizard.

You are now one of us. You will live the rest of your life hiding your true identity. But there's no need to fret. The two apprentice witches that caused this mess will show you the ropes of living as a wizard. You two are fine with that, aren't you?

[Witch/Sakura] How to use magic, the correct way to ride a broom, and the rules of the wizarding world...... there's a lot to learn, but being able to use magic isn't a bad thing. You'll find it to be very convenient. To make a new ally like this is unheard of, but... I suppose things like this can happen...

It’s not long until Halloween. Please continue to watch over the apprentice witches until then. Natsuhiko and I will continue our search for the missing “Ghostly Mochi Cake.” See you later, and good work today.

Day 9

[Apprentice Witch/Nene] ......So there you have it. One of the candies went missing along the way, and we had some trouble with a new recruit joining our ranks... But we've turned almost everybody back to normal now.

I just can't believe the magic we learned would blow up in our faces like this... Aoi and I will need to study extra hard to make sure something like this never happens again!

So... will you please teach us magic again?

[Wizard/Tsukasa] Sure! Also, your magic never went wrong in the first place. What I taught you was the "Turn People into Candy Spell", after all.

[Apprentice Witch/Nene] Huh!? I never heard of that before... You told us that it was the "Candy Preparation Spell", so I used it... but you tricked us!? That's unforgivable!! I have no choice but to use my... SPECIAL ATTACK! MAGICAL IMPAC......

[Wizard/Tsukasa] Woah there, girl... I didn't say anything because you didn’t ask. Sorry? It’s Halloween, so you'll forgive me, right?

[Apprentice Witch/Nene] Ahhh!! He ran away!!! He dodged my Magical Impact... he really is a fully-fledged wizard... But it can't end like this!! We have to chase after him! We'll capture him, punish him appropriately, and have a peaceful Halloween Party tomorrow.

Okay! See you tomorrow, then, Familiar-san! Wish me luck!

Day 10

[Apprentice Witch/Aoi] Good evening, Familiar-san. Just now, Nene-chan contacted me and said that she's finally cornered the culprit behind this whole Candy-people Incident. I wonder if she's alright... let's go after her!

Nene-chan should be around here somewhere... ...oh no! This is bad! It looks like Nene's the one that’s been cornered! She's in trouble! I have to go to her... Familiar-san! Support Nene by giving her your Halloween Power!

Send your Halloween Power to a Witch/Wizard!

POLL:

Support the Apprentice Witches (Nene・Aoi) ✅

Support the Wizard (Tsukasa)

[Apprentice Witch/Aoi] The Familiar’s Halloween Power is gathering towards us....! Like this, even as Apprentice Witches, we can perform powerful magic spells. Stand up, Nene-chan. Let's do this!

[Apprentice Witches/Nene・Aoi] MAGICAL☆PUMPKIN HEADSHOT・CINDERELLA!!!!

[Apprentice Witch/Aoi] *cough* *cough*... ... Unbelievable... all that power caused a huge explosion... But now, that kid should be...... ......!!!

[Wizard/Tsukasa] Heh... Heh heh heh, hahahahaha!!! I never thought Apprentice Witches could be this good... Okay, in honor of that incredible display, I'll release my familiar from his contract. But in exchange―― I'll take one of you two.

[Apprentice Witch/Aoi] I— I won't let you do that! I won't give you Nene-chan!!

[Wizard/Tsukasa] That's okay! Then I'll take you instea...... ouch.

[Wizard/Tsukasa] ...... Sorry. Amane's calling for me, so I gotta go. See ya!

[Apprentice Witch/Aoi] He left...... What was that? A weird drone came flying by... I think I hear a boy’s voice coming from over there... Whoever it is must have saved us. Anyway, that kid said he said he would let the missing candy-person go...... I think he was telling the truth.

Now we can attend the Halloween Party tonight without any worries! What a relief! Let's hurry back and tell our senpai what happened. ...... Hey, Nene-chan......

During this, you and I made new friends, and a new magical ally... A lot has changed in such a short time. If this keeps up, then by next year, even more will have changed. Even so... will you spend Halloween with me again next year?

[Apprentice Witch/Aoi] ... I see. Thank you, Nene-chan. I love you. ❤️

Extras

After Halloween ① "Hmmm... Y’know, it's almost time for the Radio Control Tourney. What if I went to cheer you on!?” "Oh, no, you really don’t have to...... You'll really stand out there, Yashiro-san..."

After Halloween ② "…………" "Ao-chan? Is something wrong?" "No, it's nothing...... I'll hold half of your books, okay? ❤︎"

After Halloween ③ "My Lady! Trick or Treat~! Won't you please give me something good to eat? ♪" "I'm sorry, but there's nothing left." "Eh!? So you mean... I can... play a trick on you......!?"

After Halloween ④ "You're back late. Were you out with that girl again?" "Wait a second～ Are you..." "I'm not." "... Jealous?" "I'm not."

After Halloween ⑤ "I’m not kidding! A horn's started growing out of me at night!!!" "The hell?” "Ahaha!" "It’s true! And for some reason, I don't remember a single thing that happened on Halloween, either!!”

After Halloween ⑥ "How is it? It's our newest creation, the Mega-Strike Grilled Meat Raspberry Burger!" “Wow! It’s really good!!" "(It's really heavy...)" "I'll bring you some more〜”

END

#toilet bound hanako kun #aidairo #jshk #jibaku shonen hanako kun #tbhk #jibaku shounen hanako kun #Twitter #hanakokun of magic #sweet witch banquet #halloween

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charbles · 7 months

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I’m actually pretty curious about more of the glam rock animatronics, we already know sun and moon exist, but I’m more curious about the others (I don’t know if you’ve covered any of them other than the fact Monty can swim because there is so much for the fazbear Funland AU I’m not even joking

OH SHIT!! SORRY ANON! i might go through and add a tag for just Info on the Funland au, ill post a poll on it maybe, just to get general opinion :]]

I have 3 of the Glamrocks! lets delve into that shall we?

Glamrock Chica!

Glamrock Chica is generally very friendly, shes VERY passionate about playing the guitar! She tries to encourage kids to play and be active together! Chica will actively seek out children who are alone and play with them after confirming that they are infact not lost! However If they are lost, Chica will attempt to carefully guide the child to the nearest security station or keep them company until their parents come back!

she is optimistic about everything and treats everything with GREAT enthusiasm, all around, shes a sweetheart! She tries to listen to everyone around her and is all around very polite, however this can be misread as blind trust and naivety which is not at all the case, Chica isnt stupid, she just tries her best to keep everyone happy, no one likes not being listened to.

her ability to eat directly comes from Fazbear entertainment trying to get an easier way of getting rid of trash left over by party goers! however she has a bad habit of not being able to tell whats already IN the trash, whats on the tables for the current guests and what ACTUALLY needs to be picked up! which is why she tears into trash wherever she goes, she has to have a handler with her at all times to prevent her from stealing food from guests, and from eating trash during the parties!

i will say i was SO EXCITED TO SEE THE TRASHBAG FALL OUT OF HER DURING RUIN, THAT WAS SUCH A NEAT CONFIRMATION FOR ME, PERSONAL CHARLIE WIN

Monty Gator..

Monty is a special case of glamrock, he's quite abrasiveness and cocky, but very easy to excite and amp others up, often times picking them up or getting excessively loud with his support! except freddy

Monty has a habit of trying to outshine Freddy, which causes some friction in the band, This is purely because Monty used to be a solo show, therefore is used to being the star and center stage. This doesnt necessarily mean hes mean to his other band members though! just freddy.

Monty notoriously has an attitude problem towards staff as well, not liking to be told what to do and often skipping shows purely because he doesnt want to be bossed around.

Monty has the unique ability to enter water bodies in the the pizzaplex and other areas in the amusement park! but ontop of that, he can spray mist or just straight up water out of his nose, he uses this to mess with people more often than not

And last but not least we have

huh... thats weird, seems like a data error.

theres nobody here :]

#charlie chats #fazbear funland #fnaf #myart #long post! sorry!!!#fnaf glamrock bonnie #fnaf glamrock chica #fnaf monty #fnaf monty gator #funland database

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coeurdedior · 2 months

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SJM’s interview for ACOFAS :

SJM about ACOSF « I won’t tell you who the first book is about, but I think once you read ACOFAS, it’ll a little more obvious »

SJM about ACOTAR 5 « I thought it was obvious »

The fact that she said the exact same words to describe ACOSF and ACOTAR5.

Because yes, Nessian was obvious and so is Elriel.

Both couples are obvious.

They have romantic interactions/hints since they met.

Also, the fact that she said « a little more obvious » when she was talking about ACOSF.

Because in ACOFAS, there is also Elriel who have romantics interactions, so, we could still have a doubt about the next romantic pairing between Nessian and Elriel. (Aka the only two ships that we see interacting together)

But for the next ACOTAR book she didn’t say it’ll be a little bit obvious, she said « I THOUGHT IT WAS OBVIOUS ».

SJM wouldn’t have said « I thought it was obvious » if it wasn’t. She knows Elriel exist, there were polls/fanarts about them since 2017. So, she wasn’t thinking about Gwynriel AT ALL when she said I thought it was obvious because it means that the next ACOTAR wouldn’t be obvious. (It’s logic)

Also, the fact that she said : « There were stil so many stories to tell in this world. And that for many of these characters, their journeys were just beginning » THE SPINOFFS are about the characters we already saw in the first three books !!

There is so many characters before Gwyn. (Elain, Azriel, Lucien, Mor, Eris, Helion, LOA, Vassa, Jurian, even Emerie, Nuala and Cerridwen come before Gwyn because they were already there in the first four books).

SJM also said that she wanted to write a story before the events of ACOTAR. (I think she was thinking about Drakon and Miryam).

So, how people can think that Gwyn will have a book before all these characters ?And Why ? What is the reason ? Where is the logic ? There is all these characters we saw in ACOWAR who literally can’t wait for their stories to be told.

And their stories compared to Gwyn can’t wait anymore :

Elain is trapped into a mating bond she doesn’t want and it’s been years. Lucien and Azriel too, they all need to be free from this. Isn’t it more urgent to do something with that mating bond than to know who is Gwyn’s father? (Eluciens/Lucien stans are all here like « but Lulu needs to be happy ». Do you want him to be unhappy for another year ?)

Vassa is literally cursed. Isn’t it more urgent to break the curse than to know if Gwyn is a starborn or I don’t know what ?

LOA is with a horrible man, isn’t it more urgent than Gwyn’s love story ?

How delusional you have to be to think that Gwyn’s story is more urgent than all the characters I just quoted ??

Especially when there is no plot for Gwynriel. I’am still trying to understand what Gwyn will be doing in the Illyrian’s plot. It fits Emerie more. But people love to forget Emerie’s existence too, while compared to Gwyn, she appeared in ACOFAS. So, she has more legitimacy to have a book. Because ACOFAS « sets up for the upcoming spinoff novels »

The downfall for some people will be very hard.

We’re not only have the books on our side but we also have SJM’s interviews who prove that a Gwynriel book is not possible. It’s crazy to have that much of confidence when there is no reason for Gwyn to have a book before the last Archeron’s sister.

I also note how Gwynriels and Eluciens never talk about all these recent interviews from Sarah and they also never talked about ACOFAS. We wonder why.

#elriel #elain archeron #azriel #acotar #elain x azriel #acosf #acowar #anti gwynriel #lucien vanserra #anti elucien #pro elriel

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marinaiguess · 1 year

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some thoughts evoked by the poll thingy with blaze being in the finals. It’s not about the polls, I do know these are for funsies and stuff, the thought occured to me though because of it.

I think blaze is a very mistreated and underrated character.

Wow, okay, that was loaded. Still stands though. I guess I have none other than SEGA to blame, but either way, I do wanna analyze her journey in the franchise and also share my thoughts along the way.

Blaze the cat had a great kick-off at the beginning of her career. What better way to introduce her than have her as a playable character alongside the main character in an exclusive game for the massively popular at the time, Nintendo DS. Sonic Rush sold more than a million copies and even though it was a pretty great game, it did more than that: it took care of Blaze. It established her character, her background, her story, it gave her an entire character development arc. What was there not to love about her? Sonic’s rival at first, a girl who could keep up with him in terms of speed and power, a princess from another dimension who could also control fire, having her own set of emeralds of which she was the guardian and even her own super form. So many things to consider. All those things were what made her super likeable back in 2005. Fans were actually obsessed with her. And they needed more. So, SEGA had to do something about it.

Here comes Sonic the Hedgehog (2006), changing quite a few things that we already knew about our favorite blue speedster. Possibly changing the entire franchise irredeemably. You already know where I’m going with this. We’re introduced to a new character, Silver the Hedgehog. Everyone is excited to play through his story and, right off the bat, we meet his company: Blaze. Everyone is cheering beacuse Blaze! She’s here, in a 3D game! Soooo, Silver is a character from Blaze’s dimension? Wrong. They’re from the future. Maybe Blaze’s dimension is from the future? Wrong. Blaze and Sonic don’t even acknowledge each other when they eventually meet, acting like they’ve never met before, like Sonic Rush never happened. Okay, fine, it can’t get worse than that, right? Wrong.

Blaze, for the entirety of the game is treated like a cosmetic, acting solely as Silver’s sidekick, or even as his mentor if you will, and nothing more. We rarely see through her and her thoughts and we’re given little to no means to understand her character. For some people, Blaze was a newly introduced character, since not everyone knew her existence from a year prior. What they get is not the powerful princess we met in Rush, the one who understood the power of friendship and used it in her favour despite her bad past. No, what they got in 06 was a side character, merely existing to give Silver advice and suggestions for his own journey, which she follows no matter what path he chooses to take, even if she disagrees or is not entirely content with it.

Her limited screentime used for fan-service purposes ended with a bang. Despite this huge journey of giving Silver a purpose (or helping him fulfill it), Blaze was the one who saved the future by using Chaos Control and sacrificing herself in the process, turning into a sort of Burning Blaze as she ascends to the sky. The only reason I felt bad about it was because I knew who Blaze was supposed to be, Blaze to me was the character introduced in Rush. But, given all the info from this specific game, I wasn’t really attached to this Blaze, I had no reason to. Her story felt too blank in comparison to everyone else’s for me to feel the impact of her death. I can understand Silver’s pain though.

Which doesn’t matter in the end because the timeline is erased.

So, does that mean Sonic 06 never happened or that it’s not canon? Nope. Everything happened and everything is back to the way it was. Except that the future is saved. How do we know? Sonic Rivals and Sonic Rush Adventure happened.

I will stick to the latter for the time being. Sonic Rush received a not so commerrcially successful as its predecessor sequel, picking up from where it left off. Kind of. The game released in 2007, a year after 06, the events of which were never to be brought up again, at least until Generations (2011). So, as you’d assume, Sonic and Blaze act like 06 never happened to them, continuing their story after Rush’s events. This game gave more in-depth character development to Blaze, who strengthens her bonds with old and new friends. It doesn’t really matter though because this game didn’t sell well, meaning not a lot of people bought it. Basically, no one knew that game existed so they were wondering what the hell happened to Blaze. Was she dead? Was she from the future? Was she from a different dimension? Would we ever see her again?

Uncertainty prevailed and after SEGA realized how bad of an idea it was to release 06 at its terrible state, they decided it would be best to pretend like it never happened. Iizuka (if I’m not mistaken) when asked in an interview, said that the reason Sonic and Blaze didn’t recognize each other in 06 was “amnesia”. Which doesn’t answer anything and I believe an official answer right now would differ a lot from that. Blaze went on to be a playable character in a few racing games, she got a few cameos. 2009, she appears in Sonic and the Black Knight as Sir Percival. Once again, it doesn’t change anything because, this is a storybook game and doesn’t take place in the in-game universe (this is the arthurian kingdom/world/universe).

Many fans theorized that 06 happened before Rush, making Blaze die in 06 and being transeferred to a new dimension while she had used Chaos Control, forgetting about the past, hence why she didn’t know Sonic in Rush. This was further supported by the fact that Blaze and Silver didn’t recognize each other in Sonic Colors DS (2010), meaning they had forgotten each other. Blaze forgot about 06 and traveled to a different dimension and Silver was affected by the timeline erasure. Sounds pretty solid, right?

Sonic Generations (2011). Blaze is there because she is still relevant and a beloved character to the franchise. No one knows how she got there and no one explains it but no one cares, she’s there to celebrate Sonic’s birthday, the Sonic she knows through the Rush games. But stuff happens and she gets trapped, alongside many of Sonic’s friends, into this ‘white limbo’. Sonic saves her...from Crisis City. Which is a stage from the future of Sonic 06. You may think “okay, maybe SEGA just wanted to pay tribute to 06 as well.” and that would be fine, if it weren’t for Blaze stating that she “never thought she’d be here again.” She remembers 06. Theory debunked. This is never mentioned again, in any game ever. It is still canon however.

After that, she appeared in Team Sonic Racing (2019), taking 8 years to appear in a game again...despite it being a spin-off. Nothing happens there really, she’s just there to talk to Silver and Amy who she races against for some reason.

She does appear in IDW, and we now know that the comics are canon to the game timeline. And, I gotta say, I like her there. She hasn’t appeared many times but the writers made those times count. (I think it was Ian who wrote her all of those times, so yeah).

To put it simply, Blaze is a lost opportunity. Talk about having a rough transition into 3D (hehe). SEGA could have used her in many ways and I think they were intending to, they were preparing her for something big. But they didn’t handle her as they were supposed to and this leads to where we are, where Blaze only appears in spin-offs and the comics, as if they are afraid to bring her back in mainline games. They could really capitalize on her character, if used correctly. They could use her as a playable character that uses the boost formula, as a character that has a super form. They could use her world to introduce new level designs, avoiding using Green Hill over and over again, right?

I don’t wanna see her standing on the sidelines, doing nothing. I don’t want her purpose to be mentoring Silver. I don’t want her legacy to be Sonic 06. I don’t her to appear only in dire situations (even though, now that I think about it, she didn’t even appear in Forces despite there being a literal war in Sonic’s world). I don’t want her character development to be forgotten and erased. She was a girl with a unique personality that now feels empty, as if she hides behind the face of being a princess from another dimension and nothing more, barely being Sonic’s or Cream’s friend. Mainly focused on the games right now.

It is said that Blaze is one of the fan-favourite characters of the franchise. But I don’t know if that’s correct. Because I’m not sure if people are a fan of who she is now, of who she is in their minds, or of who she is supposed to be, best depicted in the Rush games. Personally, I believe Blaze still has a lot of uncovered potential that they could take advantage of, so that they can show to everyone who Blaze is supposed to be. Strong and independant, her own character, her own hero.

Hopefully, we get to see more of that in the future. She definitely deserves it.

#how many words is that holy shit #im sorry #i just...had to i guess #it's past 1am rip my brain #i had to take this off my chest. been holding it for a while #i just care for her yknow #blaze the cat #sth #sonic #character analysis #blaze the cat analysis #sonic the hedgehog #sonic rush

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evren-sadwrn · 3 months

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why YOU should read maybe they should add a fifth wall!!!

why you yes YOU ! ! “should read maybe they should add a fifth wall” by oneirogen !!

okay so background of the author(because seriously they rlly do deserve the applause). just in case you’re either new or you weren’t there for no bills in the mail!! this is a reader interactive fic!! MEANINGGG readers get to see where the story heads by voting polls left by the author! but not just that! It is also a cross between an ARG and actual fanfiction. yes you read that right, this thing has ARG elements!!! meaning that there is a story under this story!!! readers have to decode, decipher, and read their way through getting the fuller picture of the story! oneirogen(iconic fr) has done this with one before aka the infamous no bills in the mail still centered on reddoons and ashswag.(read it. it’s soooo good like holy shit. absolutely dreadfully and beautifully written)

okay, enough yapping. time for the actual storyline(the surface level). time for the professional stuff!! (>^_^ )> salamat sa pagbasa :3

This ^ is a screenshot of the very first chapter and yes it might not be your typical, average fanfiction but the story? The story is amazing so far centers and follows around Ashswag and Reddoons, gay businessmen canonically and people suffering…. in a lot of other things.

The story follows these two, Ash and Red. There’s only 2 chapters so far. With 632 words in total but do NOT let that deter you from reading it because the notes and the polls are worth it.

These two are in this room, stick with me right? There is a table in the middle where the two sit in. The author states that they are supposed to be in this room, and that they need to be here.

The room has no door.

They got in, yes, through a door, but they don’t know where the door has gone. It’s vanished as if it never existed in the first place whatsoever. The duo; Ash and Red are stuck in this room yet they need to be here, they’re supposed to be here. They want to get out but alas! They cannot. In fact it almost seems impossible to get out! Because while they did get in, they could not get out. They can never get out of this predicament.

Anyways read the story for yourself because holy hell is this just already a banger!! There’s only two chapters as mentioned but there’s already a puzzle to solve!! And a poll to vote on(well two actually if you catch my drift) anyways!! Happy reading this author deserves the encore!!!!!

(sorry this was long, i want to say so much yet it seems like my words feel like they have a lid on it, unable to escape)

#scam duo #swagdoons #fic rec #READ/not forcing #lifesteal #lifesteal smp #and if you’re wondering how good it is im a john wick centric blog #and i got sucked back into the abyss because of this #mtsaafw

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bihansthot · 3 days

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Poll below but lots of talk about babies and pregnancy so using a cut!

I know my self interest is currently pregnant with Syzoth’s babies but I want more with Bi-Han which is ridiculous because I already have four with him 🙃 I don’t even like kids irl but something about Bi-Han just makes me want to have his babies. Who else wants Bi-Han’s babies?? Show of hands? This poll is purely in an ideal fictional sense where no constraints exist like for me in the real world I can’t have kids because of my heart meds, they cause miscarriages but fictional, no medical problems me can have babies. So, please keep that in mind when answering! Have fun!

#mortal kombat #bi han #sub zero #sols polls #my polls #silly poll #bi han x reader #bi han x you #sub zero x reader #sub zero x you #self shipping #tw pregnancy #tw babies #tw miscarriage #heart problems

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melon-cream-enmu · 1 year

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Poll time!

This time it’s for the breeding program! I’d like to have the reader ‘prepared’ before the researchers let them into the dream demons enclosure, to initiate the breeding (not that it would be needed, he would breed you at the first sign of agreement from you) by eliminating the awkward possibility of the demon failing to prep you. So! Who should it be?

I had thought Uzui because he was the researcher to suggest you for the program to begin with, but I’d rather choose someone else, as I’ve acknowledged the existence of Hinatsuru Makio and Suma in this au already. So then I considered Rengoku, who would be gentle but only doing what’s needed, he’s not here to tease you like Uzui would, he’s doing it to make sure you can be bred safely.

But perhaps, in fear of the demon reacting negatively and lashing out at the smell of another male on your sex, Shinobu or Mitsuri would be assigned to prep you. Shinobu would be best, as she may tease you and fluster you for better effect, while Mitsuri herself may fumble through it and make you more nervous.

So,

Setting this for a week because I still don’t have a plot in mind for this part, but I know I want to include this. I’m just waiting for the brain bank to spit out a basic plot line :(

#cream slayer #cream fem #breeding program au #demon slayer smut #enmu smut #enmu #enmu x reader

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whumpiary · 10 months

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this is for anon, who requested some cass angst. and for @wildfaewhump who single-handedly tipped the poll in this piece’s favour. thank you for the excuse to get this bad boy into existence! it’s lived in my head for... so so long.

strong content warnings: grief, loss, death, suicide, guilt, self-blame, whumper as caretaker (please note - this piece is heavy. if you are wanting to read but are cautious of the warnings, please shoot me a message or an ask and i’ll happily elaborate)

Ace is still putting his shoes on when Tucker comes in to collect him.

“Do you know what day it is today?”

He looks very proud of himself. Tucker feels exhausted already. “What date is it today, Ace?”

Cass gives him the biggest grin he’s seen on him in weeks, “You really don’t remember?”

“No.”

“It’s our anniversary.”

“...Our anniversary,” Tucker repeats, unamused by the notion.

“Of the day we first met,” Cass beams. “It was a year ago today.”

Tucker can feel the shape of the quip he might’ve used to shut him up or shut him down. He can’t bring himself to use it today. He just sighs, chest tight and uncomfortable, “Is that right?”

“Mm-hmm. Was doing the maths and I’ve been here eight months. Or just over, anyway. ‘Cause Simon said the other day the quarterly thing is coming up again, right?” He looks over at him for confirmation as he finishes lacing his shoes. Tucker hums in the affirmative. “Right. And I know that there was one right after I got here, and then another one that happened a couple months back because the lab techs wouldn’t stop bitching about it and that means we’d be coming up to a full-”

Tucker cuts him off to gesture out the door, “Can we walk, please?”

“Oh. Yeah.” Ace moves past him and the sliding door closes behind them automatically. Tucker presses the keypad that activates the lock as Ace keeps prattling, turning around to walk backwards, face Tucker as he talks. “Anyway, that means by the next quarterly thing I’ll have been here over a year, right? But I was trying to figure out what the actual date that I got here was. Like my Facility birthday, you know? But because of the fuck around with the transfer papers and the whole…” he waves his hand, vaguely. “I mean like I wasn’t exactly with it, you know? So the dates are fuzzy. So then I was trying to remember-”

“Left.”

“Huh?”

Tucker points down the juncture in the hallway, “We’re going left. Lifts.”

“Oh. Okay.” He looks the other way down the hall and turns to move down it, falling in step beside. “Anyway then I was trying to think about the last time you came to the estate, because that would’ve been a few weeks before I left, right?”

He presses down on the elevator and Tucker reaches across to press up instead, “Something like that.”

“Right. And then that got me thinking bout the first time you came to the Estate-”

“We didn’t meet the first time.”

“Yeah, no, I know. But I remember it because Christopher had had a party, like, the night before and I was fucked. But I remember seeing a new car coming down the drive.”

Tucker hums noncommittally as the elevator doors slide open and they step inside. Another day and he might’ve prodded a little more about what the midweek party of a billionaire entails. Today he just stares forward and presses the button for the top level.

“And I know that the party was on the 12th of July. And you were coming once a fortnight for those first few visits…”

“Mm hmm.”

“Which means the date we met was-”

“It was July 26th,” Tucker says definitively. “I remember.” Hard date to forget for him personally.

“Right,” Cass says. Tucker can see him grinning out of the corner of his eye as the doors glide open. “So what I’m saying is happy anniversary.”

Tucker sighs again and leads them up the last stretch of stairs to the top. “Mm-hmm.”

“You know, you don’t seem that impressed,” Cass objects after him. “I was hoping there would be a little more fanfare or someth- Oh shit, I didn’t know there was a rooftop.”

Tucker holds the door open wide for him to invite him out onto it. There was a reason Cassius didn’t know about the damn rooftop. But he needed somewhere with an iota of privacy. The boarding room walls were woefully thin. Most of the conference rooms had at least half a wall of glass.

Ace wanders his way out onto it in his usual saunter, pockets sliding into his pockets, admiring the skyline painted gold by the afternoon sun, “It’s kinda pretty actually, woah.”

“Yeah. Well. Didn’t bring you up for the view.”

He glances across and smiles, "You’re not gonna throw me off or something are you? ‘Cause that’d be kind of a douche move on our anniversary and all.”

“I just wanted somewhere quiet,” Tucker says, a little clipped.

“Oh my god, are you gonna propose?”

Enough. Enough bullshit. “There’s something I need to tell you, Cassius.”

Cass frowns at the sound of his own name, and then laughs through obvious discomfort. “Jesus, full name, huh? Someone die or something?”

Tucker sighs, chest uncomfortably tight, pushing his glasses up briefly to pinch the bridge of his nose. He truly fucking wishes he could’ve delegated this task to anyone else. He probably could’ve, on reflection. But wouldn’t that’ve felt like utter shit? He sighs. Bandaid off. Get it over with. “I got a call today. From the Estate.”

Ace’s face falls with immediate dread. “...They’re not meant to contact.”

Tucker holds a hand up to stay him, “I know. And they don’t. Usually, But the call was abou-”

“No, I don’t care what it was about.” The panic in him is plain, pulse already visible in his throat, speech fast and clipped, “They’re not meant to contact. He’s not meant to contact. It’s in the contract.”

“I know. But this was-”

“I don’t give a shit.”

“Exceptional circumstanc-”

“No contact. That’s in the fucking contract-”

“It was about your brother, Ace,” Tucker snaps.

That shuts him up. Cass’ mouth clicks shut in shock, eyes wide and unsure. Tucker sighs again. There's no way to ease into it slowly now that it's out of the bag. His voice softens to take the step off the cliff, “Look, there’s no easy way to say this. Henri passed away early this morning.”

Cass’ face falls in shock. And then screws up in confusion. And then he blinks. Shakes his head. And a smile is creeping on his face. “Alright. Very fucking funny, fuckhead. Haha.”

Tucker shakes his head. “I’m not joking, Cass.”

It takes a moment for it to click. The loose smile hangs there a beat or too, and then slides off his face like melting wax, dread and horror left in its wake, “No. No that’s not right…”

“I’m sorry.”

“No. No, he’s not even there anymore.”

“He wasn’t in the program, anymore,” Tucker corrects. “He was still in residence.”

“No. After I left, he had four months left.”

Tucker’s mouth makes a grim line. “He wasn’t well, Ace. We all knew that. After you left, it was determined he wasn’t fit for independent living-”

“No. Shut up.”

“And that he should stay on as a resident. I know how you feel about the place so I’ve been keeping tabs. I didn’t want to tell you because-”

“No. Shut the fuck up up. He only had four months left,” Cass spits, near belligerent. “And it’s been eight months. I was just saying that. It’s been eight.”

There’s nothing for it but to keep going through the protests, “He’s been on a downhill slope for a while. They’ve been trying treatment-”

“No.”

“And different interventions but-”

“No this is… this is a joke.”

“He hasn’t been responsive to them.”

“You’re fucking joking.”

Tucker shakes his head, a little surprised by the genuine pang of sympathy in his chest. Hasn’t felt that in a while. “A staff member found him in his room early this morning. By the time emergency services arrived, it was too late.”

For a moment, Cassius looks untethered. Like Tucker’s pushed him into space and cut the line.

His voice is weak. Wavering, “Tell me you’re joking.”

The empty wind bats the buildings around them. “I’m not joking, mate. I’m sorry.”

“Tᴜᴄᴋᴇʀ, ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴊᴏᴋɪɴɢ.”

Tucker shakes his head, palms up and empty. He wishes he had more to offer. “He’s gone, Cass.”

There is a moment of stillness, where he sees the world ending in Cassius’ eyes. It’s a sinking ship. An exploding star. An atom bomb clearing everything in sight.

And then Cassius takes off in a bolt towards the rooftop's edge.

Tucker moves before he thinks. He lunges, grabs Cassius by the scruff of the shirt and yanks him back, arms snaking around the idiot’s waist to hold him. They fall back together, landing hard on the concrete, and Tucker holds tight, winded as Cass’ elbow finds his ribs.

“Let me go.”

Tucker holds tight, feet pushing against the ground to pull them both backwards and away from the edge. Cass keeps lunging forward, tearing at his arms. Little shit trying to draw blood.

“Tᴜᴄᴋᴇʀ, ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ɢᴏ.”

Tucker keeps holding, teeth clenched tight in the effort of it. He has never been more glad that Ace’s little trick falls flat on him.

“Tᴜᴄᴋᴇʀ, ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ɢᴏ, ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ fucking go.”

A hand flies back to bash his face, knocking his glasses half loose. Elbow finds ribs, too-short fingernails scratch and pull at his hands.

“Let me go.”

Tucker shifts their shared weight back, trying to adjust his grip for a stronger hold. Ace kicks his feet like a mad thing, as if trying to knock them both off balance. When that doesn’t work he angles his head down to bite the meat off Tucker’s thumb, earning a sharp yelp, a hand flying, a moment to escape.

Cass makes it all of two steps before Tucker has a grip on him again and is hauling him back down, two hands bunched in his shirt. He pulls him on top of himself like and takes the blows that come before he can fold Ace’s arms up into the vice grip needed to keep him place. He keeps him pinned down with his own body weight, and hand tight around his wrists.

In the helplessness of the hold, the snarling demands crumble into pleas. When the begging proves just as futile, Cass opens his mouth wide and screams. He wails.

The sound is raw and belly deep. An animal screaming in pain and terror and confusion. And in grief. In utter grief. It’s the scream of a kid wanting to go home, in the voice of a barely grown man who knows he doesn’t have one anymore.

Each cry sends electric chills through Tucker’s veins that he doesn’t care for. It rings in his ears and he has to tilt his head back and away from the noise to stand the soul-splitting sound of it. He keeps holding the kid anyway. What else is he meant to do?

It’s then that he knows he was right to bring them to the rooftop for this, despite the near fatality. Out here, Cass can scream. Tucker doesn’t tell him to shut up or clamp a hand over his mouth. And he might’ve had to if they’d still been in the lodging rooms. Out here, Ace can wail his little heart out. The sky doesn’t give a shit. The office buildings don’t care.

He screams. He cries. He screams. He twists his body, he begs to be let go. He screams and screams and screams.

Each burst of sound from is its own living thing. Like one explosion after another. Each one could only be braced through, not avoided, with aftershocks that come in the form of a full-body struggle. Tucker does his best to keep limbs folded tight. At one point he can hear a tear in his suit.

The screams, eventually, turn into sobs. Which in their own time crumble into a broken-hearted weeping.

It’s a strange feeling, echoic and unfamiliar, to hold someone through grief like this. Tucker wasn’t sure there was a soul in the world who’d mourn him this hard if he died. His mother was less likely to waste breath on tears or a eulogy than she was to utter ‘Good riddance.’ and hang up the phone. His own brother, maybe, would at least take a moment of contemplation. Neither of those things were grief. Not this kind. Not this deep.

Eventually, he shifts them so Ace is practically folded in his lap, Tucker’s arm still wrapped around his waist in case a second wind comes. It never does. What churns up instead are confessions of guilt, complicity, regret. One after the other, like rocks falling down a cliff-face.

“I left him there. I fucking left him there.”

Tucker offers the closest thing to comfort he can, unsure if he even entirely believes it, “It’s not your fault, Ace.”

“He was meant to have four months left. It was only meant to be four months.”

“I know.”

“I fucking killed him.”

“You didn’t.”

“I wanna die, just let me die.”

“Not today, Ace.”

“I wanna die.”

He squeezes his shoulder. Rubs his back in a way that he intends to be comforting. “I know. I’m sorry.”

Down below, the traffic is congested and continuous: thousands and thousands of people honking at red lights and swearing at too-slow pedestrians, utterly oblivious to the fact that on a rooftop twenty stories up, someone’s whole world just ended.

Apocalypse in a teacup.

Armageddon in the heart of a twenty two year old.

The weeping does not stop.

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