#i had to crawl deep into my memory for this LMAO

[atomicpirateperson]

so I realized that around this time of the year is already past my 1 year anniversary of being hyperfixated on Rob?? time flies

this is the timeline of how it happened according to some vague memories:

1. i happen to see some random video of The Rerun on like, YouTube I think

2. me: hmm i think that one eyed guy is giving some real gender envy– wait. oh no. its happening. he's the new Chosen One, isn't he

3. im not hyperfixated im not hyperfixated im not–

4. I AM SO FUCKING HYPERFIXATED I LOVE ROB FROM TAWOG HE MEANS EVERYTHING TO ME!!!!!!

5. rob is a major part of my life and my headspace now. i couldn't stop if I tried, because some part of my brain views him as an actual close friend, and therefore abandoning this hyperfixation would feel extremely cruel. i would never do that to him and therefore he will be my imaginary bestie/adoptive son forever. i will never grow out of it. i am perfectly okay with that

[winterzsurprise]

A New Beginning || Miguel O'hara

Pairing: Miguel O'hara x F!reader

Summary: You tell Miguel that you're ready to have a child with him.

Tags: SMUT, NOT BETA READ, breeding kink, unprotected sex, big dick Miguel, creampie, vaginal fingering, brief blowjob scene, soft sex that turned rough later on, Miguel kinda whimpered lol.

Period is gone and came the asexual lil shit who can't write smut anymore lmaooo. I have two other plots just waiting to be finished (something about being paralyzed by his venom and needy sex after a death scare) but aaaaaaaaaaa. This is so shit, I apologize lmao.

mi vida - my life || cariño - honey || mi cielo- my sky (correct me on this please)

“I think I’m ready.”

Miguel didn’t respond for the longest time, focused on frying the vegetables. Clearing your throat you tried again.

“Miguel? I think I’m ready.”

“For what exactly? What trouble are you brewing up again?”

Sensing his dedication towards completing his task, you grew doubtful of your decision of dropping the news to him. 

Miguel, always tuned in to your moods even without seeing you, immediately turned off the stove and turned to face you with crossed arms at your prolonged silence.

“Alright, what is it?”

Now seeing the permanent frown in his face, you wondered if he’s even as ready as you are. Being the leader of the inter-dimensional spider society and a chronic over-worker, you could see him putting his job first as the protector of spider people since he sometimes does it with you.

But you’ve seen how his eyes lingered a little too long on Mayday and Peter B whenever they visited. You’ve seen him replay clips of a future that doesn’t belong to him and watched him mourn over a child that never existed in this universe.

Having a kid with both of your features…

It doesn't seem like that bad of an idea.

“I’m just… thinking about kids you know?”

The twitch in his eyebrow betrayed his uninterested expression. “Oh? What about them?”

“I think I’m ready for one.”

Tensed silence immediately filled the room, locking your throat close as you waited for a change in his stance with bated breath. You saw the surprise flash in his eyes but he made no move to indicate his interest in the subject. 

If it wasn’t for Mayday, you wouldn’t have thought about bringing a child into a world where she'd have parents from two separate dimensions, both superhuman and known as saviors of the world. Not to mention, while being an active crime fighter in your own universes which is not an ideal occupation for a pregnant woman.

Even then, you had your IUD removed a few days ago when you returned to your world for a visit and only today did you guys had the time to bond.

As you linger in the silence, regret starts to crawl up your throat. Maybe it's a stupid decision after all...

His sigh sliced through the thick atmosphere before his voice did. “Are you sure?”

Miguel, no matter how unsure his voice sounded, had a hungry look in his eyes.

“I’ve been thinking about it for so long and... I think I’m ready now.”

You swear you could hear the clock from the living room tick beside you as you wait in anticipation. 

tik!

tok!

tik!

tok!

tik!

Miguel reached behind to remove his apron, crumpling them like a paper ball and tossing them to the side before crossing the distance between the two of you with one large step, hands surging to cup your cheeks to pull you in for a deep kiss.

You melted in the soft plushies of his lips, hands rising to tangle themselves into his hair. 

His hands wandered down to your rear, tapping it rapidly and you jumped up to wrap your legs around his waist before proceeding to walk blindly to the bedroom, relying solely on muscle memory.

Miguel’s lips melded with yours smoothly with years of experience, his taste familiar in your tongue. Your fingers combed through his hair, tugging him closer as the door opened behind you.

It didn't take long before you hit the softness of your bed. His body dwarfs yours in every way and the realization never fails to send jolts of pleasure down your spine.

There's greed and desperation in Miguel's hands as he tore through your shirt and bra, freeing your breasts that pebbled with goosebumps from the cold air. Despite the hunger and rush in his movements, his touch is the softest it has been in a long, long time since the needy sex from months ago after a death scare.

His fingers found your stiff nubs and pinched them, sending sparks crawling over your body, stirring your nerve endings awake. Miguel's lips parts from yours to pepper kisses down your skin, leaving warmth in its wake.

You quickly made work of his top, pushing it over his head before he latched onto your skin once more like a bloodsucker.

"You're so pretty, mi cielo." He groaned, kneading your mounds together. "I lose my mind just thinking about your tits growing full with milk for our kid." 

You couldn't suppress the shudder racking your body at the mention of having your own child, together. A low moan left your lips and Miguel's hand wandered lower to tug on the bands of your shorts and underwear.

"You don't mind this one, yeah?"

"Rip it off."

He didn't need to hear it twice, the sound of fabrics tearing off into two echoed in the room and plant both your legs on either side of him, leaving you bare for him to see. Sitting back on his heels, he admired his work as he caressed your inner thighs with small circles, a promise of what to come.

"As much as I want to eat you up, I want to see you falling apart my dick more."

You nod feverishly, sighing as deft fingers found your clit to roll in tight circles, occasionally scooping down to spread your wetness around your folds. Heat explodes from your abdomen, spreading across your body as pleasure slowly ricochets inside you.

His finger enters you, curling up to caress the spongy part of your walls and you moan. Miguel spared no time adding another digit inside you, picking up a fast pace and your body arched, hips twisting to follow his ministrations.

But before the pressure in your abdomen builds up, he pulls away to your distaste.

"Fuck…" You whined.

"Stop whining and get on top of me. I wanna see you bounce."

He slipped off of his pants and boxers, tossing it to the side before switching positions with you. You reached down to his hardened length, pumping him leisurely while he ran his calloused hands up and down the meat of your thighs.

You eyed the clear pre-cum erupting from his tip with every pump with fascination. Miguel's hands tensed on your thighs as a warning yet you bent down to lick off it off. A salty taste explodes in your mouth and Miguel grunts, nails digging into your flesh.

"Mi vida..."

"You're such a mood killer." You said, earning yourself a pinch in your thigh and you giggled.

You positioned his intimidatingly huge dick directly under you and with a deep breath, you let the tip sink into you. It's barely in and you're struggling with his girth stretching you wide open. Seeing the struggle in your face, Miguel rubbed circles on your hips.

"You can do it, baby. You know you can take me in."

With the slight pushing from Miguel, you eased him in with a mewl. He feels deeper and fuller this way and you gasped at him, nudging more of him inside.

"Fuck..! You're so deep..! I c-can't—"

"You can and you will. I'll make sure you do."

"P-please... Ah!"

Surrendering your control to him momentarily, he gladly took up the mantle. Your mind grew fuzzy at how full he makes you feel and it pleased Miguel to no end to see you drunk on his cock. Reaching up to your neck, he pulls you down for a dizzying kiss.

You whimpered into his mouth as he gained some speed, nudging the roof of your uterus, keeping your mouth hang ajar, spouting gibberish and noises of absolute ecstasy. His hands roamed your body with the greed of an explorer in a new land yet tender as if handling a feather whilst you tugged hard on his locks.

"You feel so tight around me. God, you feel heavenly." He grunts as he drives himself in your heat.

Your body grew feverish as your heart grew fuller from the softness of his touches and kisses. The knots in your abdomen twisted tighter, your impending climax arriving a little early.

"I-I'm close…"

"Give it to me, come all over my dick. I want it all."

Picking up speed, you cried onto his shoulders as he plummets into you hard. Your hips grew erratic as you followed the intensity of his thrusts, his hands grabbing the globes of your ass to guide your heat onto his. 

"Come for me, cariño."

Your whimpered whispers of his name filled the room as you tip closer to the edge.

The knots in your abdomen unfurl and you come, trembling on top of him with a shout. He grunts as the tightness brought by your end, hugged his girth firmly. His hot pants fanned your ears as your climax encouraged him closer, the sound of his pleasure sent sparks throughout your body and swells your chest with pride.

"Take all of me, baby. You want it yeah? Want me to fill you up real bad? Want me to breed and knock you up?"

"Yes yes yes…! I want it please please please!"

Miguel protectively wrapped his arms around you as he came, exploding and painting your insides white with a deep groan. His arms only tightened around you, forbidding you from leaving.

Flipping you both, he sits up to stare at where you both connected with lust clouded eyes. Pulling out, you groaned at the feeling of his seed pulse out of you and Miguel clicked his tongue.

"You're wasting them."

Scooping them up, he plunged them into you and your thighs twitched from the intrusion. You let your eye close as your soul slowly settles back into your body, exhaustion weighing your eyelids shut.

The sound of wet squelch of his fluids mixed with yours burned your cheeks and you forced yourself to focus on the feeling of his fingers plunging his seed back in, pleasurable albeit a little painful.

Miguel halts, only to bring your legs up to your shoulders, stirring you awake from your momentary rest to meet the wicked gleam in his dilated eyes as he pinned your thighs down and loomed over you.

"Don't even think of sleeping tonight or tomorrow. We haven't even started."

[shadowdaddies]

Hiiiii may please write rowaelin x reader where she gets injured and they get like rlly possessive over her

we know how protective Mr. "you're sleeping in my bed until you're better" is when you're hurt 😏 lmao love this

Protective Instincts

Rowaelin x Reader

Warnings: mention of battle/injury

Head pounding, you groaned in pain, groggily blinking awake as you took in your surroundings. A warm fire roared from a hearth across the room, situated next to the chairs and couch that made up the seating area - Aelin asleep in one of the chairs, curled in an awkward position with her legs swung over the armrest so that she was facing you.

You registered that you were in a guest room of the Lochans’ castle, where you’d been staying during your meetings with Aedion, Lorcan, and Elide over barrier precautions. Memories flashed in your mind as you fell back weakly against the pillows - you recalled the sudden attack, raiders from the Frozen Wastes who had somehow crossed the mountains in an attempt to overtake Perranth. 

Recalling the injury in your side from one of the raiders, you instinctively reached for the wounded area only to release another loud groan at the pain. In the corner of your vision, Aelin stirred, eyes widening as the two of you made eye contact. “You’re awake,” she cried, voice choking on the words. You smiled softly at her, your own voice scratching as you attempted to speak to her. 

Aelin leapt from her chair as you sputtered out a cough, bringing a glass of water from the nightstand to your lips. Putting the glass back down, she stroked your hair softly, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. “How are you feeling?” You took a deep breath, still coming back to your senses. “I’m in pain, but-“

You were interrupted by Rowan opening the door, a tray with two plates of food in his hand as he noticed your wakened state, tension visibly dissipating from his shoulders as he did so. “Hi,” you whispered at him with a small smile. Rowan sat down the tray next to your water, rushing over to take your head in his hands, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. He maintained that stoic expression he usually did, but a torrent of emotions swam in his eyes, filled with concern.

Aelin reached up to take your hand in hers. “You were saying?” Refocusing your attention to her, you nodded. “I’m in some pain, but it’s manageable. I’m just trying to remember what happened.” A muscle ticked in Rowan’s jaw. Barely keeping a leash on his anger, he directed the question at you, “you don’t remember how you rushed into battle? How you jumped in front of a blade meant for another soldier?”

A flurry of guilt, grief, and other emotions overcame you as your lip wobbled under Rowan’s intense gaze. Aelin held up a hand, silencing him before he could lecture you further. “You were the kind, brave person that we know and love.” She glanced at Rowan pointedly before continuing, “we’ve been very worried. You were mostly unconscious for nearly a week.” Your eyes widened, jaw slack as you registered her words. A week? You must have been close to death’s door for an injury to take you out for so long. 

You held back tears, looking at Aelin and then Rowan. “I’m sorry, I know that must have been scary for the two of you,” you whispered. Rowan’s eyes softened then, and he crouched down beside where you laid as he took your hand, pressing a kiss to it. “You have nothing to apologize for, love. Here, try to eat some of this food while it’s warm.” 

He turned, picking up the tray as Aelin crawled into bed beside you, taking a plate for herself as Rowan sat on the other side of you, helping you eat the warm soup and bread. A knock on the door sounded before Aedion entered, “I just wanted to check and see how you’re do-“ 

Rowan cut him off with a growl, Aelin flashing her canines as their protective instincts took over. Aedion held up his hands in a placating position, giving you a playful smile as he retreated out of the room. “I’m glad you’re okay. They’ve been like this all week,” he teased with an eye roll as Rowan snarled once more in warning. 

The door clicked shut, the three of you alone once more as Aelin finished her food, snuggling into your side as you put an arm around her and leaned your head on Rowan, eyes drooping once more now that you were sated with food. “Uh huh,” Rowan tsked, helping you sit up. “No falling asleep yet. You’ve been asleep for days, and need a proper bath. I’ll be back for you in a moment.”

You scoffed softly under your breath, turning to Aelin as he left the room. She smirked at you, flicking your nose. “He is right, you know. You do stink.” Leaning in to press a kiss below your ear, Aelin murmured against your neck, “but I’ll help you clean up.”

[neteyamslovrr]

RETURN - PT3

summary: five years ago he left you. left you alone with nothing but memories of your love. so how dare he come back now?

contents: 2.8k words, depression, angst, slight conflict, not very well proof read but that brings authenticity lmao

authors note: thankyou all for being so patient with my upload <33 ALSO LOOK AT WHAT MY BAE @cinetrix made omg (its the header pic) THATS GROWN UP NETEYAM THATS OUR BABY hes so handsome and bae is so talented and kind

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It had been over a month since they Sully’s had returned to the clan. While they slid back into their forest way of life, like a lost puzzle piece that was finally found you felt like you were back to being a bunch on scrambled up pieces with no way to connect yourself back together again.

Seeing him was a constant reminder of the despair that took over your life for years. The rotted you from the inside out leaving you as a shell of a woman as he took your soul with him when he left.

Those closest to you noticed your decline. Especially Mo’at. Someone you had to start seeing regularly due to your mothers pestering.

“Child…it is not hard to see the way your spirit has left you.” She spoke softly yet with so much truth it felt as is she had stabbed you with a dagger.

You were sat on the floor of her large medical tent that was set up in High camp. It was cold, the cool breeze making the fine hairs in your body stand up as you consciously avoided any gaze that Mo’at threw at you.

“He took it with him.” It felt like a deep dark secret that you had ripped out of your throat as it sliced its way up. Admitting that Neteyam had broken you so much that he had managed to start cracking you away with his return made you feel weak. Made you feel defeated.

“Maybe…he is here to give it back.” Mo’at sighed softly, a kind hand pushing your hair out of your face as she crouched in front of you. “Dear child your heart cries out. You must listen when your body talks to you.”

“I am afraid, so afraid.” Mo’at nodded letting you fall into her arms, a much needed hug that you craved for.

“Fear is never unreasonable child, but do not let cowardice infect your heart like it infected his.”

Neteyam had desperately tried to even get you to look at him after the last time you both conversed. It ended in him running away. As soon as he walked off he wished he could have socked Va’tep. Knocked him hard enough that his grubby paws would never caress your precious skin ever again.

He would try and talk to you only to be shut down by a harsh glare or excuse to leave. However whenever he even entered the same room as you he would immediately watch you excuse yourself and leave.

And Eywa did it crush him. To see how opposed he was to your presence. To see how his face repulsed you so much. He knew it was naïve to think he could return to you running into his arms so he could spin you around and hold you close. It was stupid for him to think you would ever wait for him. Not when he abandoned you.

A habit he had as a child was always to go to his grandmother for wisdom. Something he had sorely lacked the past half decade. He knew you were close with her. He knew she was the wisest woman this tribe had. But he was also terrified of a reality check that would hit him so harshly he wouldn’t know how to react. That’s why he was so resistant on approaching Mo’at.

But when he looked over to the top levels of High Camp where you and Va’tep had sat yourselves as you weaved expertly. He saw the way Va’tep’s smile was not as wide as it could be, he noticed that your eyes never met his even as you talked. He stared closely, squinting his eyes to focus on how Va’tep’s hands would crawl up your thigh and your body would stiffen and squirm instead on relaxing into the touch. As if his hands were grating your perfect skin.

When he saw how miserable you were when you looked away from Va’tep to wipe your eyes subtly. His heart sunk. He could not go on without you, he couldn’t continue without being able to get you back.

Neteyam hesitantly opened the curtains of his grandmother’s tent as he sucked in a nervous breath.

Her ears perked up immediately to the sound. “Neteyam…I expected you sooner child.” Her eyes were always sharp, enough to slice the strongest man in half.

Neteyam let out a soft chuckle. “I assume you know why I am here.” He sat beside her, shuffling awkwardly on the mat so he could watch his grandmother mush together fine pastes that turned into her medicines .

“Is she troubling your mind?” Even the mention of your cut his soul, like a sweet melody that sudden struck the wrong chord.

“Grandmother… I know I messed up. I know I abandoned her… if I could take back everything I did, I would in a heartbeat.” His voice was pained, head hung low in shame. “I just… I just want her back.”

Mo’at nodded as she laid an empathetic hand on his back. “You must give her time…”

“But I have already been here for so long! I know I was gone for so…so long but I thought she may have at least… warmed up to me slightly. I don’t expect her to change completely. I just want to be able to talk to her, look into her eyes. I miss the warmth I felt when I saw her smile…I never see her smile anymore.”

Neteyam tried desperately not to cry, but oh how difficult it was when he felt the weight of your absence lay so heavily on his chest.

Mo’at let out a sigh, one that felt heavy, one that changed the atmosphere as she exhaled. “She is scared child. She was…she was gone once you left. Your absence was sorely missed, but it truly broke her. There was nothing left of her when you left.”

Neteyam said nothing, though his eyes begged for some sort of explanation, his pupils pleaded as his entire focus was centred on the words exiting his grandmother’s mouth.

Mo’at sucked in a sharp breath, repeating your despair was always hard, to think you experienced such depression. “The day you left she didn’t stop crying. For days she replaced the strongest waterfall in the forest. Her sobs racked through the village as she cried your name out. She screamed it in her sleep, she sobbed it as she woke. She was completely broken. But that was not the worst of it.”

Neteyam already felt his heart sinking. It floated down as he thought more about the anguish he had caused you. His ears hung low in shame as he attentively listen as Mo’at continued to speak.

“It was after the tears. The acceptance. The betrayal. She was no longer her, she was a shell, a corpse. The poor child…she didn’t move for months. No one could get her to leave her hammock, she laid there for days, she didn’t eat, didn’t sleep, didn’t speak. She was nothing.”

Neteyam let out a whimper. One that tried to cover up the sob that was aching to escape him. Guilt racked through him as he could barely look in Mo’at’s eyes as she continued to speak.

“Some days I look back and remember the state she was in, the way her body was so frail, so weak. She was so sick, riddled with the disease of heartbreak. My child I know you left her here because it was safe. Child I know you thought were saving your lover. But Neteyam…she does not want to remember her anguish, but every time she looks at you she is remembered of those times.”

“What could I possibly do” His voice is raspy and quiet. Barely able to let out a noise as his throat betrays him.

“Create new memories, let her remember new days with you, why she loved you so much. Enable her to let go of the sadness she holds in her heart that filled in the place you took from her.”

Neteyam nods. His mind swirling as a million epiphanies hit him at once. There was no way he could ever forgive himself for causing you sorrow, but he only prayed that you would be able to feel enough forgiveness to let him put back the missing puzzle piece in the jigsaw of your heart.

Va’tep was Tarsem’s brother, the Olo’eyktan. So Va’tep was his right hand man, right beside him through every decision and every battle. Which meant as Va’tep’s promised mate, had a large amount of expected participation in war party meeting such as this.

“If we attack from the east we will get a clear shot towards the demons.” Va’tep said as he drew out a map with a stick onto the large plot of dirt that everyone was circled around.

You couldn’t help but notice the flaws in his plan. East was directly in front of the base the demons had there. While we would have clear a view…there would be significantly more danger.

“Va’tep…I think we should maybe approach it from the south.” You hated speaking up in these meetings, as all the warriors’ beady eyes locked onto you. It made you queasy, as if you were going to spew instead of saying the words you were thinking.

Va’tep’s eyes sharpen as he looks as if you had slapped him across the face with your suggestion. “The south has many sight obstacles…it will be harder to navigate” His voice was deep, and husky. It was obvious he was starting to fume.

“But the base is right there. It would be dangerous to approach that direction!” You raise your voice slightly, only in a way to show how desperate you were to get your point across.

Neteyam watched this interaction closely. Studying every single inch of your body language. He always knew how wise you were when it came to stuff like this. You were always calculating the best solution for anything that may spring up in the battlefield. When Jake was Olo’eyktan, you were one of his greatest assets because of your knowledge.

The back and forth goes on for a while as no other warrior dared to speak up. Until he did. Neteyam of course.

“She’s right…there would be much more danger if we were to take the East route.” As soon as you heard his voice it felt like a spotlight of hope was shun onto your heart.

Va’tep grunted at the unwanted input. “The South route is a cowardice route. Something I guess you can sympathize with.” His words were like venom, scorching Neteyam as he stared daggers into him.

“The East route is brazen, unsafe and uncalculated. Something you definitely can understand. Isn’t that right Va’tep?” Neteyam rarely stooped to a level this low, but with the overhanging threat of you being shut down by your ‘mate’ was enough to make Neteyam seethe.

“I’ll show you something you’ll understand-”

Va’tep fumed as Tarsem decided it was his time to step in, changing the subject and postponing the decision for further analysis. But you didn’t forget the way your heart-beat as Neteyam supported you. Something you hadn’t felt in a long time. Supported.

The day turned to dusk as you sat by the river, kicking your feet in the cool water as you listened to the world around you. Each sound was perfectly tuned together, a perfect song of the world.

You heart-beat is slow, resting on your hands as the dirt meets your soft palms. Your eyes closed to protect themselves from the harsh rays of light that shun down onto your body. It was peaceful, it was calm.

The unfamiliar sound of crunching leaves grew behind you. Ears perked up tail swishing in alert you turn to see Neteyam approaching.

You can’t deny the dread you feel when you see him. And you can’t deny the way your heart beats like crazy whenever you are close enough to see how much he grew. How much he changed.

You wonder if he thought about you. If he ever noticed the changes of your mature figure or if he couldn’t notice if you looked different to how he remembered you.

“Hey you.” His voice was sweet and musky, enough to send shivers down your spine as you refused to meet his golden eyes.

“Hi there.” Your voice was always quiet…but these five years made it dull. As if there was nothing much else for it to be excited  about.

“I thought I would find you here.” Your brows moved in curiosity, body facing him as he sat beside you, waving his defined legs in the water.

“Why’s that?”

“This was our river…do you remember.” Oh you remember. How could you forget. This river was the one thing you held into when he left. As you slept on the riverbed pretending the rushing water was his soft voice hushing you to sleep.

“Yes…I do.” Neteyam felt a rush of joy run through him. Maybe it was hope. Hope to get you back. Hope to show just how much you mean to him, that you are his treasure. He let out a soft chuckle, fighting the urge to let his fingers slip over your knuckles. He knew it was too soon.

“You were wise in the meeting today.” He said earnestly, looking at you with nothing but sincerity as he watched a blush form on your face, as you turned away from him. Avoiding his intense stare.

“It was just common sense.” You shrug, trying to not seem flattered. “I am at the meetings for a reason.”

“Well…it was still impressive. Was your mate as impressed?” The subject of Va’tep left a sour taste in his mouth and a sour look on your face.

“Please do not speak of him.” You say defeated. Va’tep was a sore reminder in your mind of how you were nothing but a trophy to your parents. A woman to marry off to gain rank.

You were lucky enough to be fated with Neteyam. But it all crumbled when he left. Everything did. Like an earthquake that broke the foundation of every single building in your soul.

Neteyam gave a curious hum, nodding. “Why not?”

“Neteyam. Stop.” He freezes at the tone of your voice, his mind begging that he did not mess up the harmonious moment you were both sharing together.

“W-What?”

“Neteyam…please have mercy on my heart.” You sucked in a sharp breath as you looked into Neteyams watery eyes. “Please.”

He frowned at your plead. “Have mercy on yourself… please… please have mercy on me. And I will never hurt your heart again.” Neteyam gasps after he talked, his sentence being so vulnerable it took the breath out of him.

“I can’t do this…Neteyam you know I can’t” And oh how you wanted to run away with him. To escape your dull life with Va’tep and be able to freely be who you were. To find yourself once again. But it was all too much, his absence took your hope. But he was adamant on giving it back.

“…We can… trust me. Please we can start over… I know. I know I have hurt you, I have scarred your heart. But on the great mother’s name, I will never leave you again… you were my everything and still are. Please don’t think for second I ever stopped loving you.”

The tears started running down your cheeks, but you barely noticed as you stared into the ripples of the water. His words seeping into your skin like a tender kiss.

“Neteyam I’m afraid.” It was barely a whisper. A soft confession that made your lips quivered. “I’m afraid of losing you and myself again.” Neteyam frowned, his brows furrowed as he took his rough fingers to turn your face towards him. His thumb wiping the tears off delicately.

“you have every right to be afraid… but please let me prove to you… that its okay to let go of your fears. Let me... please.”

And in that moment it was as if a switch flipped in you. Every worry washing away as you felt his warmth once again. The years of built up wishes and cravings for him were finally met. As his gaze melted into you, a sad smile across his face as he held onto you tenderly. Every ounce of love pouring into you.

“…please show me how to let go…”

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day 25! i dont know what to call this au or even how to describe it but i sure wrote a lot for it lmao

"Well, I think that's enough for today. Maybe tomorrow you'll come to your senses," Quackity mused, absentminded as he washed the netherite pickaxe in the flowing lava. He glanced behind him, a familiar sight he'd grown too accustomed to. Dream sat slumped against the back obsidian wall, unmoving, normally white fur closer to a stained beige, head lolled to the side, eyes glazed over staring at nothing. The hybrid looked as good as dead, but Quackity knew better.

How many months was it now? He'd lost track, if he was honest. Somewhere along the line, this stopped being about the Book and about his personal revenge.

But these days, he didn't feel the same thrill he once did. It felt so good to hurt him, make him feel the same pain he'd caused so many others. And yet, for all his talk of godhood, even Dream had limits apparently. He hardly cried anymore, barely whimpered unless Quackity did something drastic. Like when he'd pulled teeth after Dream tried biting him. Or that day he walked in with a razor and a branding iron in the shape of his blocky smile, just waiting for the lava to spill back down. Or the time he'd finally gotten tired of Dream clawing at him and took his sweet time prying each nail from its bed.

He almost felt bad.

Almost.

"I'm feeling like a broken record at this point, Dream. And I'm really not known for my patience." There was no response, hadn't been for hours.

Finally, the wall of lava began to descend and Quackity could see the Warden standing on the other side.

Quackity waited silently for the redstone machine, stepped on, and didn't look back as it returned him to it's starting position.

"Anything?" Sam asked, already knowing the answer.

"No," Quackity muttered, gaze falling slowly to his bloody hands. "Got a water bucket for me?"

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The prisoner watched the walls drip a never-ending purple substance. He tried to remember other purple things. Enchanted netherite was the first to come to mind. Armor, swords, axes.

Pickaxes.

He suppressed a shudder.

Only then did he notice Quackity wasn't in his cell anymore. Time slipped so easily, too easily. He missed his clock. He missed a lot of things, people, nature. But they were all hazy memories now. Blurs of forest green and sky blue, of headbands and goggles, of friends made family. Their faces were blotched out, vague impressions, and just the first letters of names on his tongue. He missed being able to remember.

There was nothing else to do in this dark box but reminisce, and even that was fading.

He couldn't even remember why or how he got in this place, in prison. He must've done something wrong, but then again, he didn't think it mattered. For all he knew, he'd been here since he was born.

He was sure of three things. He was never leaving this room, Quackity would be back tomorrow--whenever that was--to hurt him again, and his name was...

His name...

Quackity had said Dream like it was a name, but he didn't know what that meant. Who was Dream? What did he like? Why would he be in prison?

He'd trust it for now, if only because he couldn't think of anything else.

Dream moved for the first time in what felt like days. His neck protested the movement, sore from its stretched state. He spotted the single block of water in the corner. Memories of trying to use it as an escape briefly crossed his mind. Immediately after, he recalled the punishment he'd received for it and flinched.

Trying to calm himself with a deep breath only sent him into a coughing fit, and he realized just how thirsty he was. He began crawling to the water, body too aching and legs too broken to walk. The rough obsidian dug into the sensitive paw pads of his hands and through the thin fabric of his orange jumpsuit. He'd grit his teeth in pain if he had any.

Finally, he'd made it to the cool liquid and carefully cupped it to his lips. He wouldn't call it refreshing. After all, it was the same water it had been the day he arrived--whenever that was. The Warden never cared to replace it, or do anything for him really.

He panted after a few handfuls, atrophied muscles shaking with the effort of holding himself up. His eyelids started to flutter, growing oddly heavy. The blood loss must be getting to him.

In that case, he should move back from the hole and try--though he had a good hunch he'd fail--to get comfortable for when he passed out. Maybe this time he wouldn't wake up with a sore, well, everything. But, for some reason, his body wouldn't listen to what his brain said. He was too weak, muscles too fatigued and bones too frail. His strength gave out, and he entered the water with a small splash. His eyes stung as he tried to keep them open, even if all he could see was utter darkness. He kept his mouth closed, trying to conserve his oxygen.

But the instinct to breathe, to live overpowered him. He inhaled through his nostrils, only to be rewarded with a large influx of water burning his throat.

If he wasn't so tired, so exhausted, so battered and broken, he would've panicked. Adrenaline would've flooded his veins like the water filling his lungs. He would've lived.

But, instead...

Dream drowned

[darlingpwease]

you have this skill of getting stuck in people's heads

ME?!! Ur so slick, so sweet <333 you do 2 tho!!

It's amazing honestly, I still remember some of ur works from when I first followed you almost a year ago now (not in a creepy way tho I swear i remember stories well not saying urs arent memorable tho ur really good amazing like woah i wish i had ur talent cuz omgomg woAHHH so good like u do amazing everytime fr)

GENIUS, ur so great omgomg- I can't wait for those works!! They're gonna be amazing, I know it I know it

-panna cotta

Nah because same here, I used to not really get it but I read a work of one of my favorite characters and- BOOM- I don't think I can crawl out this hole anymore lmao :'))

Pretty pretty househusband Yuuta who waits patiently impatiently for you to come home, you work so hard, so he does his best to help you relieve all ur stress for being so good <33

When ur sososo deep that he goes insane, when you kiss him so sloppily he feels like he's happily drowning, when ur filling him up soso full that he cums from that alone

Maybe hybrid!Yuuta who goes into heat and does anything to keep you inside, to have you keep filling him up until all the cum inside him gets all frothy(?) as you keep thrusting and filling him, trying to push all of it back inside as he cries and begs you to just keep stuffin him

Having him put a plug in to keep him full with you when he goes out sometimes. And if u stuff him too full some days, he can feel it still drip down his thighs.

Or maybe Yuuta with a wolf!hybrid reader who won't stop pounding him, won't stop for days when in heat- even if he says for you to slow, when u do he begs for you to speed up, to go harder, give him more moremore- when you bite him all over to mark him as yours as you just keep going. Even if the poor baby has passed out, he just feel so good that you keep lazily thrusting into him, pressing kisses against his skin, nibbling every once in a while too, ah, such a lovable thing <33

(rp kinda thing here with pregnancy in case that's uncomfy vvv)

Oh! Or maybe feminizing Yuuta, helping him wear such adorable skirts and lovely thigh highs as u playfully tease him that you'll impregnate him if you cum inside him, stuff his lil womb full, only for him to plead for you to do that- ohgodpleasedothat-

He's such a pretty boy who's so great in everything <333

'not in a creepy way' </33333 I beg you, let's talk without these difficulties, honey. you and I are wise enough people to understand that you can't be creepy <3 if you said you don't remember any of my stories, — even though we've known each other for so long, — I'd be more offended; but I'm flattered that some left an imprint in your memory, it's so adorable <333 and how can you call me 'sweet" after that, I don't understand; look how polite and respectful you are, even though you were so teasing before <3333 'had ur talent' still the same smooth talker, still perfectly finding ways to get into people's hearts </3333 /pos /hj

cw unhealthy behaviour, househusband kink, hypersexuality, unprotected sex / breeding, elements of free use, praise (g.), fingering (g.), worshipping (r.), oral sex (r.)

When you wake up, he's already on his feet, cooking your food and preparing dinner (after all, he quickly learns your preferences and is always eager to please you), enthusiastically kissing you chaste on the cheek, almost singing when you put your arm around his waist behind, letting him finish things — and gently lifting his apron, baring thighs, kissing his skin while he cries out in surprise, trying to lower apron (even if his movements are awkward, without real attempts to resist you), but gives up when you say that you miss him, and you just want to thank your husband for how hardworking he is, so handsome and gentle, so eager to please you...

... Yuuta just misses you so much, wandering around but not finding anything that could make him stop thinking about you, even if he can do anything — but he is too eager for you and feels disappointed when he can't see you or hear your voice for a long time, even if tries to distract himself with household chores, knowing that you will be happy and praise him when you return.

You promise to come back early when leave, and even give an approximate time, but Yuuta can't help but hope that you will arrive early, almost watching at the door for you, glancing at the clock, not understanding what to do — when you were here, he could snuggle up to your hip or convince you to cuddle with him, or read a book while hearing you do things, or when you persuaded him to just sit with you, hugging his thin waist.

But when you're not there?

He's suffocatingly lonely.

Loyally waiting for you at the door, almost wagging his metaphorical tail, clutching light clothes, putting himself in order to look as good as possible when you return; when Yuuta hears you rustle the key, he is ready to unlock the door himself and pounce on you in delight, but too shy and not sure if such behavior will be considered by you as adequate — you did not particularly like his attempts to get out without permission — and correct, so he can only blush with delight, impatiently counting seconds when you open the door and return home — to immediately grab you and kiss, hurriedly undressing <3

Yuuta, who purrs about how glad he is to see you and that he has prepared your favorite dishes (maybe made a warm bath for you, wants to do a massage for you, or just cuddle after dinner — whatever you want), kissing your face and enthusiastically wrapping arms around, clinging like a puppy, looking for attention and a way to please you. He's not the kind of guy who has, hm, curvy shapes, but he can always make you feel thirsty — maybe it's because of how much he tries to attract you, giving you a view of everything you want, with that cutout on his clothes or an almost completely naked body, quietly asking what he can do for you, and even if you see a bashful blush on his cheek and ears from realizing how he looks, Yuuta still tries to be seductive.

It's not even your fault that you breed him anywhere, taking care that Yuuta is always soft and warm, whines your name and babbles how good he feels when you fill him up, that it's too good, that he's too close when his body hurts from your constant touches; even when you're not in the mood, you always find a way to make him cum "for what a good husband he is" by pinning him to the table while making squirm on your fingers, or during make out, rubbing and snuggling up to him — Yuuta is so tense and excited that almost immediately experiences climax, frantically clinging to you and crying while you continue rubbing, even more excited by his reaction to you.

Yuuta, who loves when you make him choke, pushing him beyond limits, using his mouth for your pleasure — hot, wet, always ready for you, whining when you grab his hair, but from pleasure, not from pain, even when it's too much for him. His body is almost a toy, and Yuuta only indulges this feeling, letting you touch him at any moment and sweetly calling you when you fill him with one push, as if trying to make sure that only you exist for him and he can only think about you, no one else, — and Yuuta agrees, whining your name and begging you not to let him go, saying how he loves you even when you squeeze his hands behind his back, using his needy body. When you tell him that it is his duty as a good husband to satisfy you and be always ready for you, and although this is only teasing, Yuuta understands it too literally, suggesting that if you are not completely satisfied, regularly give you oral in the morning and lick until you cum, so long as you don't feel unsatisfied with him; trying to always be ready for you, getting to the point that he is almost always a little aroused just so that you can always offer him privacy.

Yuuta, who locks you inside, not letting you get out of him during your orgasm, filling him, forcing you to dive as deep as possible, almost making him suffocate from proximity and depth, excessively fondling his painfully sensitive body to such a state that he did not even understand at what point you just began to lie, waiting when he will come to his senses,,,,, Yuuta, who one day is very quiet, even if you don't stop breeding his sticky, hot body, and you are afraid that you are doing something wrong — only to find out that he just wants to hear your sounds.

It's just that Yuuta in an apron rides you as a morning exercise and getting rid of stress just so that you go to work satisfied and pleasantly tired <3

yuuta who,,,, brainwashes himself,,,,,,, and wants to be your best husband — only to snap at anyone who tries to pull him out of this idyll. maybe you too often brought him to the point of breaking his mind, talking about what a good husband he is and how it suits him to be so beautiful and gentle and yours while forcing him to cum again and again, or denying his orgasm over and over again, cooling down only to reheat, that at some point he did not sees no other meaning than to become everything for you and for you to become everything for him, if he cannot be without you </333 you are the only ones who can make him feel like this — so complete, whole, finished.

cw1 unhealthy behaviour, mating season, consensual noncon (CNC), unprotected sex / breeding, sex toys, implied cum inflation (g.), fingering (g.)

Yuuta is so hot — so much so that you feel pressed against the stove when squeeze his thin hips, digging nails into the easily blushing skin while he moans, burying his face in the pillow, almost tearing it when you push especially hard, touching exactly those spot from which he can't help but arch back, pushing hips back. When he wraps his flexible long tail around you, blocking you in place when you cum, having no way other than to breed him, filling him up, — irritably biting his shoulders and neck when Yuuta whines with pain and pleasure, helping you to bend his stomach down, lifting his hips high enough so that you can easily push inside, fucking his exhausted and needy body even more, sticky with sweat and cum, almost soaked in you and still unsatisfied — just like you, as if you drink from a source and cannot satisfy thirst, but only crave more.

Even when Yuuta whines that his whole body hurts, as soon as you stop — he whines that he is too empty and abandoned and that you should continue, without ceasing to whine until you bury his head in a pillow during a new orgasm, pushing your body beyond possible limits but continuing, echoing his pleas and indulging requests to be rougher when you scratch his skin, grab his hair, bite his shoulder, spank him — just to hear his happy purring when Yuuta can't even move, lying with his thighs spread and sticky, smelling you, able only to purr and whine softly while you breed him.

(yuuta, who is lying on his stomach, unable to even move his tail, happily purring while your cum & precum flows from him,,,, when you push fingers inside, stretching him even more and forcing cum to flow out, getting only his disappointed whine </3)

Yuuta is just so empty when you are not inside him, do not fill him, do not stay inside him until he loses consciousness, being bred to such a state that his body remembers you, knowing how to squeeze better so that you fill him up faster, wanting only to use him until he can no longer resist you in any way other than to relax and let you fuck him, and use various ways to deceive his body, leaving a hot feeling of your recent presence with the help of toys, hoping that his body will not become even more dependent on you because of this constant feeling of closeness and fullness, as if it is enough to slightly push the plug so that everything flows out of him — only so that you continue to breed him, apologizing on that you haven't been inside for so long and treated his need for you so rudely.

When he drool, scratching you while you fuck him, making the remaining cum flow out of him, teasing how he can't be without you, so desperate — and when you want to move away only to find yourself firmly locked and filling his stomach again while he squirms, not expecting such movements from himself and being not ready for it, again humiliatingly cumming from the fact that you just pushed inside.

Yuuta, who whines your name and repeats 'pleasepleasepleaseplease' when you fuck him so hard, grabbing his thin waist, as if you really want to bred him, and Yuuta is so ashamed that he makes these wet sounds, continuously moaning and whining, not shutting up, being unable to even stop rolling his eyes from pleasure, continuously trembling while you continue, whispering something through his veil of pleasure — but he only wants you to make him wet, hot, marked, yours, using him in the most humiliating ways and never leaving him after that.

cw2 unhealthy behaviour, xenophilia, somnophilia, consensual noncon (CNC), knotting (g.), worshipping (r.)

When Yuuta lies defenseless in front of you, so open and vulnerable, blissfully clinging to you while you slowly thrust into him, making him to whine and moan through his sleep, teasing him and playing at a slow pace until you feel hard again; when he is too exhausted to be conscious, but lets you do whatever you want with his body while you hold him in your arms as the most precious thing you have.

Yuuta who,,,,,,,

,,,,,

Yuuta who whines, trying to make a semblance of a bark when you feel wild, roughly grabbing his hips and taking him from behind, leaving marks on his body while he drooling, making "woof" when you push; encouraging you to treat him as an equal of you and not feel sorry for him, — but he's not sure he can stand it when almost suffocating from the intensity, being tightly pressed and roughly bred, considered by you as a pretty enough mate to knot him. His belly, slightly rounded from how often you fill him while his cum and precum soaks the sheets, — but he still whines when you fall off, burrow your nose into his hair, and tries to give back; lifting his leg for deeper thrusts, as if trying to break him, but Yuuta only moans enthusiastically, being again and again trembling during a new orgasm while you knot him, filling him to such an extent that he has stars in front of his eyes.

Yuuta who expected this, but when you make him to ride you, hammering into his weakened, soaked body from below, he can no longer think about whether looks humiliating or not, longing only for you not to stop anymore, moving from the point of "too much" to "too little", pushing towards and clinging to you when it becomes too much for him, even if it's not enough, too little, his body is so sensitive and vulnerable, so open, and he wants you to continue pushing and filling into him like addicts, even if he won't be able to bring his legs together for a while afterwards — even if he can only stick out his tongue like a dog, not being able to moan a weak "woof" but breathing heavily, when you cum into him for the last time.

Yuuta, wet and sticky, so feverishly ruddy and hot, almost immediately falling asleep, being pressed against your body, even when you have not yet left his body </333 Yuuta, from whom your cum flows, but he doesn't have the strength to get up and go to the shower or wipe himself, shamelessly enjoying the warmth and stickiness, smokily realizing how messy he should look in front of you,,,,,,

cw unhealthy behaviour, feminine clothing, heavy feminization (skirts, thigh highs, language), unprotected sex / breeding, pregnancy themes, praise (g.), worshipping (r.)

A pretty skirt, pleasantly lying on the skin, almost flowing from a fleeting movement when you put hand on his thigh, shifting the fabric to the side, gradually lifting it higher and higher, stroking his cold skin, — but making him to squeeze his thighs when you stretch unacceptably high, to the edges of thigh highs, teasing with the warmth of your hands.

Yuuta, who prettily dresses up like a doll, trying to look as beautiful as possible for you, but still can't overcome embarrassment when you get hands under his clothes, exposing him, looking at everything he put on for you, making him to lie still while you are busy exploring, even if his face does not stop burning with embarrassment and the excitement of feeling your gaze. Yuuta is so beautiful, so gentle, so feminine — when you stroke his stomach, clinging to the edges of a high-waisted skirt, soothing him and convincing him to stop hiding face; he tried so hard for you, preening himself, just to be beautiful, but clings to the skirt when you sit between his thighs — only to obediently lift when you kiss his face, caressing, leaving a scattering of kisses on neck, convincing him to show himself.

When you gently put hand on his throat, listening to rapid heartbeat, persuading him to look in the mirror to see how beautiful he is, lifting his skirt teasingly high with your other hand, exposing his wet thighs, telling him how loving and soft he is, so sweet, so precious — when you tell him that his body is so good for breeding, so wet and open, enthusiastically reacting to any of your touches, unable to resist even when you are so close, fondling him, lifting up his skirt, just about ready to get inside. Let him feel how one push is enough for him to take you, whispering that you can impregnate him if Yuuta is so irresponsible and frivolous, allowing you to have such access to him; telling him to look at his bare belly, which you will soon fill, impregnating his womb, longing only to be bred until he is brought to such a state that he can only drool, holding hips high enough not to get his skirt dirty, whining when you call him your pretty thing, soaking him over and over, over and over, squeezing his hips and spanking, until his womb stops being so greedy and needy </333

When Yuuta is breathing heavily, being pressed tightly against you, feeling that you are about to fill him, and fidgeting restlessly, wanting to feel it sooner, humiliatingly whining that you don't give it to him, even when you squeeze and rub his chest, — and begging you to fill his womb and make him even prettier for you </333 cumming from the friction of the fabric when you push slightly, indulging his pleas, but not allowing him to relax, teasingly slowly filling him, making his eyes water from dissatisfaction and excessive sensitivity; putting his hand on his own belly so he can feel you fucking his womb, soaking him with your seed, whispering about how his skirt is cute, exposing wet thigh highs while you are deep in him, about to cum and fill; asking if Yuuta wants you to cum inside just to hear pleas breed him and make his womb yours </33333

... yes, each of them has cnc elements, but!!! yuuta just has a vibe of that cute thing that would be into primal kink / hunting, kiddnap-play and the like, you know? scenarios where you catch him/hunt him and use him as a prize, being the winner and having the absolute right <3 tie him up and breed him until he begs you to keep him with you; pin him to the ground while hunting and treat him like a caught prey; press him firmly into the wall and make sure that he will not be able to make a sound until you are satisfied, "forcing" him to serve you </333 yuuta, whose orgasm is constantly denied, and at the end of the game he shyly looks away when he sees that you have finished, saying in a quiet, pathetic voice that he has not cum yet </3333 dhdhhdgddg pretty thing pretty prettiest

[darethshirl]

Writing Pattern Tag Game

super late with this but better late than never! thank you for the tags @fadedsweater, @anneapocalypse, and @dragon--sage 🥰🥰 tagging back @roguelioness, @sarsaparillia, @korcariiwitch, @queenaeducan, @rosella-writes, @dreadfutures, @melisusthewee, @mel-0n-earth and anyone who sees this and wants to do it tbh!

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 fics and see if there's a pattern!

Goblins were disgusting, wretched little creatures, but even Astarion had to admit they knew how to throw a party.

from i'm not beaten by this yet (you can't tell me to regret) (bloodweave, explicit, 3k words)

It was only after Astarion had finished the kill—after the gut-deep slash, the satisfying spurt of blood—that he realized he was being watched.

from tear it through my heart (again, again, again) (tavstarion, mature, 4k words)

The cemetery was a quiet, unassuming little place, hidden between a shabby building and a formerly-tall church wall that was swiftly falling into ruin.

from cradle me with grace (tavstarion, explicit, 3k words)

Baldur’s Gate buzzed with all the activity of a healthy city, lively and unchanging throughout the ages.

from so long to this wretched form (tavstarion, teen, 4k words)

The tower at Moonrise was both more imposing and more cramped than Astarion had imagined.

from take me under, take me home (tavstarion, teen, 6k words)

The moon shone high overhead, and Ketheric Thorm’s world was crumbling all around him.

from deus proditus (Ketheric study, general, 1k words)

The thing was, Astarion really had wanted her from the moment he’d first laid eyes on her.

from let me wrap my teeth around the world (tavstarion, explicit, 5k words)

In retrospect, John should have waited before bringing his friends back to life.

from like prometheus we are bound, our godforsaken lot (John/Mercy/Augustine, The Locked Tomb, general, 2k words)

It starts so abruptly that Cliff doesn’t even realize what’s happening.

from you know how to make me crawl (Cliff/David, Black Mirror, explicit, 1k words)

Despite everything, and despite what her future memories will tell her, Erica grew up relatively happy in the House of Slaughter.

from ain’t it a gentle sound, the rolling in the graves (Erica study, Something Is Killing The Children, teen, 2k words)

so!! first of all I'm surprised I had to go deep enough that I ran out of bg3 fics lmao. I'd almost forgotten I'd written that black mirror fic!! and yet I didnt go far enough to reach a dragon age one 🥲 I really have left this fandom huh (for now! 😤🐺)

second of all, I'm surprised by how short some of these are! I definitely think of myself as more wordy, and I prefer my longer sentences when I look at this. I think the weakest are the bg3 ones in the middle where I have to establish which act we're in (and let me tell you I STRUGGLED with that Baldur's Gate city description, it was literally the last part I wrote in the fic and you can kinda tell i wanted to get things over with aksdh)

I do prefer the ones that are more character-centric (poor Ketheric, so dramatic lmao). I think if you're going in fandom-blind John's line is the most striking (he can bring people back from the dead???) even tho if you have the context it's not that impressive an opening 😂 And I super enjoyed writing astarion being a dick about goblins!

but I gotta say my favourite line is the "it was only after Astarion had finished the kill" etc etc from tear it through my heart 🥰🥰 in fact I liked that line so much I made it the summary! these are the kind of vibes I want to always achieve 👀 also, honestly, I should start in action/medias res more often! it seems like a fun style I've tragically underused so far

[princess-hope-selfships]

Word Find Tag Game!!! 🔍👀

Got tagged by my beloved @goldenworldsabound to do a little word find game!! It says to do it with WIPs but I am only writing one fic-

but most of those chapters aren't posted/I might edit before posting so I guess technically to all of you they're WIPs 😏 Consider this a big ol sneak peek at future chapters of my Alastor and Dazzler fic if you're interested~

(this commentary is after finding all my words) -> UHHH was not expecting to find them in one chapter after another lmao

the words they gave me are dance, growl, forever, glow and hand

OH and I tag... YOU if you have writing WIPs!!! I don't know anyone else who does writing KDJFDKSJFH

RadioGlitter Chapter 5

Dazzler pressed a palm to her eye, wiping harshly at the tears that wouldn’t stop flowing. She had finished up crying, but it always took forever for the tears to get the memo and stop coming out. With a sniffle she lowered her hand, clenching it shut. With the other hand she lifted her cigarette to her mouth. Her eyes fell shut as she inhaled deep, and exhaled long.

Fucking Vox, she whined inwardly. …No, stop thinking about it. You’re just gonna cry again.

An hour earlier she’d received a call from him that left her in this state. He was just complaining about how little she was coming to the VoxTech building to do her job on site, and layering on some thick disappointment about missing her and wanting to see her. 

“I just wanna see you again, babygirl,” Vox’s voice echoed in her memory. “And I want you to cut the bullshit and quit that goddamn hotel job, you’re embarrassing both yourself and me.”

RadioGlitter Chapter 6

With a wide, sharp-toothed grin he turned his head to look down at her, opening his mouth to speak again, but he was interrupted quickly when he felt her body resting limply against his. His entire body jolted, tensing in shock as he took in the sight of her leaning up against him. 

His red eyes went wide, starting to glow as his ears stiffened upright and alert. A loud static filtered out of his parted lips, which he lifted a hand to cover, his brow furrowing hard in astonishment and embarrassment at himself. 

She… what was she..?! 

“Snnk…” 

Oh… a snore. Oh, she had fallen asleep.

RadioGlitter Chapter 7

“Fuck’s sake,” Dazzler growled to herself, looking back up at the coffee tin. She let out a pathetic whine as she reached up, on her tiptoes again. “Pleeeeeeeeease, I just want some fuckin’ coffeeeeeeeeeeeeee…” 

Making a few futile hops, she tried to swipe at it, too tired to realize she could have grabbed a spatula or something to coax it off the shelf, and preferring to look like a dork by herself in the kitchen.

She didn’t even notice that Alastor was standing in the doorway with his empty mug in hand, staring in at her with widened eyes. 

Dazzler was just beginning to crawl up onto the counter, fed up with the impossible task, when Alastor finally spoke up.

“Er- hold on, hold on,” he interjected quickly, hustling in and reaching out with his free hand. Dazzler’s ears pricked up and she glanced over her shoulder as she plopped back onto her feet on the floor.

RadioGlitter Chapter 8

“Ah, apologies dear,” he quickly replied, twisting to look back at her as his pace dropped completely to a stop. His eyes widened at the sight of her hand reaching out to him.

“Can I, um,” she repeated, slowing down as she came up to his side. She tilted up her head, an awkward smile on her face, along with those pretty doe eyes of hers. “Can I hold onto your arm?” 

Oh… oh that was so unfair… 

How could Alastor resist that look? Had she asked him without that face, he might have been unsure, but… god, he wanted her to hold his arm.

“Of course,” Alastor said quietly after a brief silence. He gently moved his arm out for her, and when she took it in her hands, he could feel electricity course through his whole body, pulsing from the point of contact. Why did she have such an effect on him?

RadioGlitter Chapter 9

“Ah, finally!” Alastor cried in delight, and he moved to exit the table. Dazzler watched him, her ears falling back as she watched him shrug out of his jacket and toss it onto the back of his seat. Then, he reached out towards Dazzler with his hand. “Alright! Come on now.” 

Dazzler blinked, frantically looking between his hand and his face. “Huh??” 

“I want to dance with you, Dazzler,” Alastor chuckled, “have you not heard of dancing before? Oh, you’re learning so much about the world today, my dear!”

“Oh my g- shut the fuck up,” Dazzler growled, pouting up at him. She coiled back, shrinking away from his hand. “No, I… I don’t know how to do your dancing.” 

“Ah, ah, ah,” Alastor shook his finger at her, before reaching out to grab both her hands and tug her off her seat. “No time like the present to learn!” 

“Wait-” 

“Oh, come now, you followed my lead perfectly with that little twirl I did earlier.”

[misteria247]

i go to you and @sapphiretanto for anything i don’t know that’s leo related or just cool hc in general. sorry for breaking you with the leo and the cold questions lmao but i was thinking, in space he suffocated, and mikey in season two episode 3 almost drowns bc the squirrel things grabbed him by the neck, making it hard to breathe in the first place, and then dragged him under water, probably making him panic and start to drown, what’s your take on them being afraid of suffocating and are the other two boys affected similarly with something like that?

SGSHSGSGSGSH I'D FORGOTTEN ABOUT MY ORANGE SON TOO NOOO WHY DO YOU GOTTA REMIND ME OF THINGS-

(Baby brother really do be following big brother's example in this area huh????? Someone needs to get these kids into therapy plz-)

Hmmmm with Leo as I stated in the last ask, he'd probably stiffen up when it comes to this and would lowkey get incredibly uneasy and might even trigger an episode of nasty memories if it's too much.

Mikey on the other hand.......he'd probably try to downplay just how effected he actually is. He's the youngest after all, the mischievous one, the one who helps keep his big brothers spirits high when things are going to hell. He's the emotional support that his big brothers desperately need and if Mikey's down it could make his older brothers who are already carrying the whole world on their shoulders even more stressed and upset and that's the last thing Mikey wants. So much like Leo, he wouldn't let on that something was wrong. But when he's pushed to that brink it'd be a panic response. If something small and squirrel sized came running at him he'd just.....shut down and freeze. Heart racing, fear gripping him as he remembers being choked and dragged into water by the hellish little monsters. He'd get phantom like feelings of tiny little hands on his throat, choking him and cutting off his air supply and it's suddenly hard to breathe he needs help please someone help him kind of thing. And much like Leo, despite his best efforts his brothers would definitely find out and they'd be crushed by it.

Raph much like with Leo, would be angry that Mikey didn't say anything about it. He'd be angry that Mikey tried to downplay just how terrified of water and squirrels he actually is. He'd be so angry at himself especially because he had failed Mikey, he'd failed to protect his baby brother from harm and he's now paying the price and Raph would absolutely hate himself to the highest degree. Donnie he'd just completely shut down mentally and instantly start to try and figure out how he can help Mikey because he didn't notice Mikey's unease and he's supposed to be smart and know these things how could he fail his baby brother, his partner in crime so badly?????? And Leo........good God. Leo who's the mother hen and eldest child of the boys, Leo who's only wish and mission in life is to protect his little brothers from harm and to keep them safe. It'd be like his world shattering and waves of guilt drowning him because he'd failed to do the one thing he'd sworn to do and that's something that'll haunt him forever.

As for the other two Raph's definitely got a heightened sense of fear towards bugs. After having a mutaed cockroach try to kill him and his brothers, an alien bug trying to pick a fight with him and several other instances involving the creepy crawlies, Raph's definitely got a freak out mode for them. If he even gets touched by one he's most likely instantly as stiff as a bored and he's nauseous, his skin literally feels like it's beginning to crawl and he's desperately wanting to scratch at his arms to get rid of the phantom sensations of bugs crawling on his skin. It's a horrific experience for him and he's literally on the verge of a breakdown. Like I'm talking hyperventilating kind of breakdown. Dude can't even be touched by anyone cuz it's just so incredibly intense.

Donnie's most likely got a deep rooted fear towards April. Though not in the way that you'd think at first. Despite knowing that April wasn't completely herself at the time, Donnie can't help but get a bit uneasy whenever his friend starts to lose her temper. It's incredibly rare for her to do so thankfully, however when she does and it's to the point where things are floating and flying around in her fury, Donnie would instantly get tunnel vision of sorts. Kinda an out of body type of deal, where all he can think about is his best friend, the love of his life holding a glowing crystal. Of her losing herself to her rage due to its influence and quite literally tearing Donnie apart down to his very atoms, essentially killing him even if it was only for a brief time. It's the kind of fear that's born from uneasiness from a rather brutal death and extremely traumatic experience. And of course he hides this from April with everything he has because he doesn't blame her, not one bit.

[vikkibat]

Friendly reminder to KILL SELF DEPRECATION.

Doesn't matter how often you use it. Stop that "joke" dead and cold in its tracks. Pull yourself out of that rabbit hole before you fall too deep and find it impossible to crawl out.

Why?

Because there's only so many times you can repeat the same "joke" before your brain actually starts to BELIEVE it.

Replace self deprecation with self appreciation and aggrandization. I really fucking mean it. Pump up your ego.

Next time you forget you left something at home, don't say "God I'm a fucking moron how am I still breathing lmao". Instead say "Hmph of course. My memory is such a glorious powerhouse that something just had to leave to get some fresh air. Happens to all of us, even a goddess such as I."

Sure it's more wordy, and doing this can take practice (especially after years of studying and living under a system that shames you for stepping out of line or not fitting its mold and forces you to bury your pains), but this repetition WORKS! Repition can be just as much a blessing as it can be a curse, so make it a habit to boost your self image.

Remember, your friends keep coming back to you for the person you are. You are loved because you're smart, funny, kind, caring, creative, inspiring, AND HOT. YEAH YOU HEARD ME.

F U C K I N G H O T

Now go drink water and do shit that makes you happy!

You got this my good bitch!!

WOOOOOO!!!

[katyspersonal]

top 5 patches (hyena, trusty, unbreakable/lapp, spider, untethered)

What the fuck!!!!! What the fuck dfshfhsd This is a hard one!

Alright, fiiiiiine.....

Five - Trusty Patches. Nothing is wrong with him, he is lovely (and punchable xd), he just strikes less of A Cord (TM) for me in comparison! However, it is an interesting bit that if we play as a cleric, he doesn't try to be friends with us even after we crawl back up, I will be fair.

Four - Patches the Hyena, because I will never be able to play DeS in my life, and also his face in PS5 remake is CURSED dsfhds However, I really love his absolute fucking EMO look in PS3 original, he is 4 and not 5 because of that cute sad face!

Three - Patches the Spider! Yes, he has an IDEAL male body in this one, and I love shift of the tone from the guy that just survives and does shit to a nerd, who also adores a big eldrich abomination and brings THEM sacrifices xD He is such a simp in this one. If this top concerned ONLY designs though, he'd be certainly place #1 tho

Two - Patches the Untethered. Really cool character arc, not one but FOUR times he pranks us, also he is really fucking funny here xD I DIED when he walked onto Radahn's festival and then instantly quit, or when not only he made us do his work for him but also rewarded us with a cool shit he stole in the Volcano Manor.. lmao wtfffffff

One - Patches the Unbreakable / Lapp. BEST character arc, and as much as I liked ER Patches having such a soft spot for Tanith, but I think in DS3 the way we got to see his secret, vulnerable side felt more deep and emotionally appealing. Like... the fact that should Patches lose all his memories, he reveals to be such a sweet person is such a striking characterisation...? And I liked how he had a friend!

^ I could tell though, that ER must have learned how to make him more loveable from DS3. Like, yes, the girls like people who are annoying just to be sexy, but adding that 'sweet' side behind the facade will always hit harder x)

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It was a very hard top to do though, please never do that again ;-; I don't want to pit the Patches against each other, it made me feel like I had to put down some of them, and I did not want to do that...... ....because I want to put down ALL of them.

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#5

tehehe yes spider lmao

Actually im shoked I didn't saw anyone draw him like that before, bc he is litteraly

CREATUR CRAWLING ON WALLS AND HIS WIRE IS LITTERALY LIKE SPIDER WEB!!!

hmm

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#4

oh hey a finished art piece

wow would ya look at that

in case you’ve never heard of this fanfic tHIS

this is the bug love fanfic! by @theohnocorral respectfully

this is just my interpretation of him, but of course he has a more official design hehe

my next plan of action is moon man!! he’s a gosh darn moth :)

extras down below!

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#3

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#2

Favorite fics?

oh geez. i’m gonna try keep it sweet and simple less i go on and make it unbearable to read. also these summaries are gonna be terrible but i think all of these are gonna be fnaf sun and moon fics i’m SORRY ITS IN MY HEAD BUT ANYWAYS- SHORT N SWEET LES GO

A Dose of Sunshine and Starlight - @give-me-your-monsters a slow burn w/ lots of angst and bittersweet-ness aww but you are all mentally ill.

Bug Love - @theohnocorral the boys are now bug-ified gods and take a liking to a mortal who probably apologies to inanimate objects

Universal Jesters - @lovelymoonmagic you accidentally become the handler to pair of bots with memory loss and mystery trauma

it was, in reality, not fine - @bones-of-a-rabbit you, the reader, have the self preservation skills as a bowl of soup. also oblivious to love hehe

Late Night to Early Morning - Loyal_Backstabber reader meets neglected robot clowns and vows to risk their life for them

Solar Lunacy - @bamsara its- ITS SOLAR LUNACY. anyways you meet certified murder robots and say i can fix em, they’re gonna fix u too.

copper cogs rusted through - @paper-lilypie “oh what’s this, one of these jesters tried killing me? eh it’s fine” then you fall in love

Rotating Shifts - LightningTriceratops protag mistakes sun for unconscious, jaundice ridden man and realizes he’s a robot with a not dead brother and separation anxiety

basically ANYTHINGGG by @naffeclipse , but the first story i ever read from them was In Deep Dreams Between the Waves very different fro, eclipse in sleuth jesters cause he’s actually decent. (also poor vanessa girl don’t get a break)

Clowning Around - EngageSage you overcome your anxiety to protect a poor jester, and are fueled by spite to fuck up moon man for being a certified bitch

Celestial hearts in a purple mind - @kabra-malvada *finds ominous object* *touches it* *is shocked to find they are possessed*

Twin Animatronics With Too Much Time on Their Hands - @twinanimatronics & @dana-chan-the-control-brain you fall in love and fight the temptation to resurrect a dead dude and kill him again

The Night Shift - @certified-handler oopsie you now work with a needy jester who sweeps you off your feet, even more oopsie he turns into a psychopath when the lights go out and triple oopsie you fall in love with HIM too

Star Crossed Souls - @faz-friendly-light-up-shoes reader said “god give me a sign i’ll find love.” gets the sign, and ignores it

404: Personal Space Not Found - CrazedAuthor anxiety filled individual thinks they will be fixed by a child supervisor, gets surprised by his stab happy twin

Celestial Syzygy - @echoingkarma you’re like the jack of all trades, including befriending animatronics who may or may not hate you (and want to maim you) you are probably underpaid.

My Neighbor Mr. Roboto - @kagedbird oh what’s this? you think moving into your new apartment will be simple and boring? WRONG there’s a robot in your closet. and everywhere- why are there so many-

Apology Flowers and Blooming Hours - @daunsun you’d think sentient flowers would have no angsty backstory huh? well actually...

Our Orbit is Elliptical - @sycopomp like your intrusive thoughts came to life, and you choose to ignore them

Lost and Found - SmolShampoo technology is so cool right guys? you got ai, and that ai can get traumatized! how cool??

Stare at the Abyss; It Might Look Back - @characcoon reader becomes a human punching bag and finds new rusty robot roommates. once they escape a deteriorating child’s play place they walked into

Ventura Highway - @madamemiz says “hey is anyone gonna take this robot?” and doesn’t wait for an answer.

Repaired Unstable - @blonde-fraumell you decide to work alongside your childhood friend! oh how non threatening he was- hey why’s this man TEN FEET TALL. and why’s this other man so kickable.

also, obligatory mer may fics! even though it’s no longer may these are still being updated :D

Luminescent Charm - @finfiprince reader finds the fishy dudes they saved as a kid in a cage, continues to spite god until they can save them

Celestial Omens (that really like Fishsticks) - @bamsara (again yes) you save two scared bastard fish and feed them in your bathroom, a decade later they see u and go “well they gave us fishsticks no drowning for them”

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My #1 post of 2022

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[wellwhatisnttaken]

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Nothing Left (but some blood where the bodies fell) by orphan_account

Link : https://archiveofourown.org/series/2027170

Major Spoilers under the cut.

Ok. This series is my ATYD. Maybe that’s controversial, but its the truth. Nothing Left is a series that chronicles the marauders years at hogwarts complete with a prologue, and a few epilogues after the main series. The final word count clocks in at 808,811 words. For reference, atyd is 526,969 words. So it’s definitely really freaking long.

Now -the characters

The core four marauders are there obviously, but Lily, Regulus, the girls, Effie and Fleamont, as well as some OCs are all major players in this fic. It is not solely the four marauders.

It’s important to note that in fics, that are long and chronicle the marauders at Hogwarts, sometimes they can fall into the trap of isolation. As in, marauders interactions with others outside the circle are limited/nil and or when they do interact with others or explore other friendships, theyre all together. Thats not the case here. James, Sirius, Peter, and Remus ARE quite codependent (sirius and james are the definition of co dependent lmao) but they are friends with other people and have different dynamics and personal struggles. They exist outside of each other is what im getting at.

I couldn’t begin to fully summarize all of the friendship dynamics in this fic because they’re so big and fleshed out but id like to highlight a few that i especially liked :

Lily and Remus. Remus is the first marauder that Lily warms up to, and the first she befriends. She tells him she loves him, and goes to bat against everyone, even Snape, for him. Snape is perhaps Lily’s biggest foil in-terms of relationships, and the fact that from the BEGINNING she threatened to hurt and even kill Severus if he hurt Remus, to me says alot. Lily and Remus are platonic soulmates. They confide in each other, challenge each other, and love and trust each other. I love their friendship in this fic

James and Sirius. OBVIOUSLY! They are insane. When i say they bring out the worst in each other i mean it. They both make the other more insane. But they couldn’t live without one another and its clear from the moment they met. Sirius and James are complicated. They kiss and sleep in each others beds, and at times it seems like they want to crawl into one another’s skin. They are the definition of co dependent. They have ups and downs and after the prank, they both fell apart. James was beyond furious at Sirius and stayed that way for months even after Remus had forgiven him. It tore them up, and they both fell into a deep depression and identity crisis with out the other and it was really heartbreaking to read. I love them tho.

Eli Wood and James. Idk if eli is canon? Either way. Eli is the first quidditch captain that James has at Hogwarts. And in alot of ways Eli serves as the backbone of James’s character. James absolutely worships Eli from the moment they meet. And after he graduates, Ei becomes an Auror. With James’s mom and dad working in and with the DMLE james happens to be there after a raid by the aurors gone wrong. James watches Eli’s dead body collapse on the floor of st mungos after being apparated back. This is the moment that shapes him. James carries Elis memory with him into adulthood, and never quite gets over him romantically. Eli is the raw side of James’s bleeding heart and i think it was beautiful.

Ok i have to talk about Lily. This lily is not canon lily and thats what i love about her. From day one, with her massive ginger curls, Lily is a spitfire. She values friendship and trust and loyalty, which is why she stays with Severus for so long. Lily is loud and academic and a bit of a bitch but shes 11 when we meet her. Who isnt a prick at 11 years old?? Lily is naturally wound so tight that its only when she starts to Really hang out with the marauders, do her walls come down and she relaxes. Lily deals woth so much blood purity racism, and i loved reading her struggle with it, as she tries to decide between forgiveness or revenge, kindness or remembering the crime. Her Arc with Snape is huge and involves blood racism.

This Lily likes crystals and fags (this word is used ALOT for cigarettes, like so much) and the beatles, and she is NOT James potters little wife and she is not something to be fought over. She gets tattoos and does coke with Sirius, and fights bullies and absolutely drags James Potter over the rocks. And i love her.

Ok this is getting really long so a bulleted list of things i liked!

- James and Professor McG. She cares for him like a second mother and i teared up reading them

- Remus and the big bad lycanthropy. Remus struggles alot in this fic, and theres alot of aspects to it but i will say i appreciated how the author included him using a crutch and having limited mobility. I thought that was very realistic.

- effie and fleamont. They were very 3 dimensional and their love for James and Sirius was tangible. I sobbed when they died. I liked how James had his struggles with them and they weren’t just plot perfect parents. They struggled but they TRIED. They loved much and were loved much

Regulus. He is an older sister in a 15 year olds body. The trauma he endures is crazy. Not only does he get punished (tortured) by his parents, Sirius does as well, and Sirius begs him to take away his memory, so now regulus carries the burden alone. His whole arc was heartbreaking but it came around on the end.

Ok im done for now. This was a massive fic and i wish i knew who the author was. But i highly recommend it.

[goldentangerines]

of leaving

from: willows in gold

word count: i have no idea. it's just vibes (the vibes being death, past trauma, violence, blood, sad, I CRIED ok, loss of a loved one, mcd?, heavy angst etc you get the gist. it's not very explicit because i tried to keep it as vague as possible but yeah. as i said: vibes)

this scene happens at the end of book one. this is the fifth draft i wrote up for it and they were all Good but i need to get it Right. so take this one and let it be known that i have one very different version in my documents that left my ex gf so stunned she couldn't talk to me for at least twenty minutes and that one is still my favorite ever and i will not share that one except for publishing lmao

taglist: @emelkae @nicola-writes @talesofsorrowandofruin @venustversailles and idk who else i really ought to make a proper list somewhere :-) please lmk what you think i'm so insecure!! enjoy <3

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And Asja can't move. She can't, can't reach Damian, who's beat up and bleeding, and the only thing she hears roaring in her head is the voice of a woman long gone whispering in her ear that everything's going to be alright.

In another time, another place, another life, maybe it could have been. But not here, and not for her.

Don't die, yes? Don't.

Too little, too late.

Somewhere above her, Damian screams. He still fights, Asja reckons, but it's pointless.

In her heart, the woman sings a song so terrible and sweet it takes Asja's breath away. She strokes her cheek, a gentle smile in her voice while their story unfolds note for note.

It feels almost like home, this embrace, and with it comes back all that was lost, all that she had tried to forget — the months down in the catacombs that had never been touched by sunlight, the hurt and loss and the endless torture.

Almost like home, almost like a dream.

In the dream the dirt and grit of weeks past clings to both their faces, and the lice have made a home in their hair, the illnesses in their blood. In the dream they can hear the screams of countless others, tortured with golden whips, silver knives and salt in their wounds. In the dream they're in their cell, huddled in the corner. The woman whose name Asja forgot — or never learned, maybe — holds her, sings a tune to soothe her like a newborn baby, and repeats, repeats, repeats, that everything is going to be alright. They both know it's a lie. They're both aware of the black stain on her clothes, the wound that runs deep, of their time crawling to an end. They can feel it, and they know.

They know.

Reality bleeds through and washes the memory away as Damjan tries to make his way over to where Asja lies in a puddle of her own blood, gasping for air. And Asja hears the voice of the woman who's been dead for three long, long years, and she knows.

She tries to look at Damian, but her head lolls to the side and she can only see his legs.

He's almost there, maybe three long steps away, still held back by people they don't know, and he shouts at her, angry, furious in helplessness, fear, but Asja knows, as her hand twitches towards him and fails to move, that she won't get to say goodbye, not this time.

Don't die, yes? Don't.

Too little, too late.

And life escapes her.

[moongothic]

Oh I almost forgot about these nightmares I had recently, oh boy

Few nights ago... I can't remember the context of the nightmare but I was on like somekinda hiking trip with a couple I didn't know. The couple spotted a small pond and thought it'd be fun to frollic around and whatever, deciding to go for a little swim even though the "pond" was more like an overgrown puddle (but with really clean water)

The girlfriend did a big cannonball into the pond but bizzarely there wasn't much of a splash, and she disappeared completely out of sight, as if she had gone through the bottom of the pond into the ground. The water had also gotten a bit dirtier like the mud at the bottom of the pond had started mixing with the water. After a few seconds the boyfriend started getting alarmed and jumped in, also disappearing, and for a little bit I just stared in horror, not understanding where the two had disappeared because the pond could not be that deep, surely

Then the water started rushing... in... As if you had pulled the plug from a full sink, the water just started draining though it wasn't like, running out, the pond didn't shrink at all. But from where the water was draining into, the same spot the two had jumped in as well, I could now see the girlfriend, desperately trying to climb her way out, dirty and tired.

I helped her out of the pond as the water continued rushing in and asked her if she was okay and what happened- all she told me is that she found a lever that allowed her to escape and that her boyfriend was gone, we should run and fast

And here's where my memory fails me a bit... Or we just go into Turbo Dream Logic Mode. We had been up in the mountains or something, in total wilderness this whole time, but now, as we were about to get the hell out of there, when we looked to the right of where we were, we were... like... inside somekinda facility?

The facility looked like if you took the waterway from the Queen's castle in BBS' Snow White-world, but more sleek, clean and bright, less medival. Just bizarre architecture, platforms and arches, no visible light sources, nothing looked like it was made from man-made materials, and the waterway had ankle-deep water running gently through it

So we had to get Out Of There, whatever this facility was

And no sooner than me realizing the predicament we were in, we could hear moaning coming from somewhere. A horrible, low groan like someone had a really bad flu and/or had broken their whole neck

But we didn't have to wait long to find out where that sound was coming from. Just around the corner came the boyfriend, laying on his back in the water, crawling using his left arm and leg to move himself along faster (though still slow), his head tilted away from us, eyes glazed over.

He was moaning in pain, calling for us, asking for help. He was saying that something was really wrong, with this whole place, and with what had happened

To me, the entire sight of him seemed like he had gotten badly hurt when he got sucked into the water, so badly that he was on the verge of death or, if he somehow survived, he'd be left bed-ridden for the rest of his life with partial paralysis and severe brain damage. He seemed like he was running on pure adrenaline, currently just unable to process what had happened either due to shock and trauma, or because his brain function was already so far gone he couldn't understand it. Regardless, I felt horrible for him

But the girlfriend just told me that wasn't her boyfriend, and that we had to get out, fast, because we were in imminent danger

And I woke up. The moaning and groaning and the sight of the boyfriend freaked me out so bad I just woke up.

The other nightmare I had just last night and TL:DR; I kinda got Re:Zero'd lmao

Like it's funny to think about now because I can be like "oh that's just Re:Zero" but it was a bad time within the dream. Sadly I don't actually remember that much about it but here goes

I was with a group of friends at a party or something when I got pulled aside by a shady person asking me if I wanted a Devil Fruit power. I was like ????? and ended up following him to a shady ass place, all dark with red mood lighting, surrounded by the guy's friends/followers. He proceeds to explain that I'm going to be given a random power chosen by a spinning wheel, and whatever happens could never be undone.

I can't remember what powers were on the wheel but there were some "good" ones and nightmareish ones. But the wheel was spun, and it landed on a nightmareish one.

The man started to explain to me how this power was supposed to work, how after my next 20 deaths I would return back to this very moment- as in, I could go out and die in a car crash 5 minutes from now, or live a full life to the age of 100 and die, regardless, if I died, I would return back to when I had been given this "power". But only 20 times. In hindsight it might just sound like being psuedo-immortal because I could live out 20 lifetimes, the world around me just wouldn't be continuous, but to me at that moment it sounded like I was stuck in a horrible timeloop. And it was terrifying

Mind you, they never did anything that would indicate I had been given a power, I had felt nothing change. They just spun the wheel, and when it stopped they told me this was the power I now supposedly had.

I tried to tell the guy to fuck off because this all had to be a stupid bullshit prank and not real, all while he tried to explain to me some additional rules to the power and possibly ways to get out of it, but because I told him to piss off... Well he didn't tell me more, he and his goons left like smoke

I returned to the party to my friends, hung around, and... I can't remember how but I ended up dying.

But instead of returning to the exact moment I had somehow been given the power, instead I was there, in the empty dark space with the red moodlighting, alone, just moments after the man and his goonies had left.

In sheer disbelief I return to the party and realize that yes, I am in a fucking timeloop. I know exactly what's going to happen if I do things the same as before, and I kinda break down to a friend about it, trying to explain it, realizing that if I knew more about the power maybe I could get out of the loop, but alas, I screwed my change to learn more, and since I come back AFTER the man has left, I can't even apologize and ask him to finish explaining the power

My cat ended up waking me up so there is no creepy end to this dream. And it might not seem as scary as a written story as the other one, but IDK it felt absolutely terrifying to me in that moment

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💌 birthday letters to Rayleigh (gn!reader, no pronouns)

a/n: today's the day!! i've been telling myself that i would just write something small for his birthday but who am i fooling anymore at this point lmao. blorbo brain taking over; he's my favorite of them all. it's soft and fluff, it's a bit suggestive (not full on smut), it's a bit heart-wrenching. it's everything, he's everything. the happiest birthday to the dark king who i'm completely normal about <3

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❦ 35

Rayleigh wakes up with his head drumming. Next to him a naked Roger, all limbs stretched out like a starfish, the blanket only covering the bare minimum (that was actually not so mini). Must have been a wild night in that bar? He tries to collect his memories, but the booze from last night was still making things very foggy. He rubs his temples and reaches for his glasses on the nightstand, neatly folded next to a glass of water and some pain killers. He can’t remember that he put this up there. Geez, he was getting old. Only when he puts on his glasses does he see the little note on the back of a wrinkly receipt…

“Good morning, stranger. Had to run back to the bar to clean up. You pirates sure know how to party, huh? Anyway, thanks for the fun night and the love bruises. And the bite mark on my ass. Wish I could have kissed you a little more. Somehow your lips on mine felt a lot like coming home… is that a weird thing to say? Oh well. My heart feels very full. Oh, and happy birthday again! 35, such a fun age, started with a bang (literally). PS: Your captain didn’t join the fun, only stripped and crawled in your bed, mumbled something about how he always does that… I had a feeling we both hoped he would join us, though? Left my panties in the pocket of your jacket, maybe you want to return them tonight x”

❦ 36

Soft linen sheets, early dawn. The sea is quiet today, the Oro Jackson floating on the gentle waves towards the next adventure, their jolly roger blowing proudly in the wind. In the ship’s kitchen the birthday cake preparations for the first mate are in its final stages. After having to start all over again because a certain captain accidentally sat on the first one, the second one turned out even more grandiose than before. It all went unnoticed by Rayleigh who fell into a deep booze induced slumber early…

“My birthday king, you’re sleeping so peacefully next to me, it makes it hard not to cover your pretty face in kisses, but I fear I might wake you up from it. It feels kinda nostalgic, writing you a note like that even though it’s only been a year since that fateful night. I asked you to return my panties and you just stole me away from that lousy bar, making me join the crew on the spot… And boy, how happy I’ve been ever since that day. There are no words. My heart has been the fullest ever since you touched it. Oh, how I love you. Happy birthday, my love, my everything. x PS: I’m gonna go look for Roger, he seemed pouty that he had to share the tradition of a ‘birthday handjob’ now…” 

❦ 44

Rayleigh wakes up and stretches his tired bones. Why did he have to learn it the hard way that the older you get, the more your body just starts aching? He ruffles his golden hair, reaching for the empty sides of his bed. When did it become a tradition that his lovers let him wake up alone on his birthday? He wondered what they were up to today, they sure managed to surprise him every year with new mischief… He could hear muffled laughter from outside his cabin door, hushed voices speaking to each other, the overly-excited laughter of children bouncing from every wall. Someone hisses the names of the ship’s apprentices Shanks and Buggy, followed by more giggles when a folded envelope is pushed underneath the door. Then, the sound of several footsteps running down the hallway until their laughter is only a faint echo. Rayleigh smiles softly and gets up, unfolding the letter that had his name sprawled across in a wonky handwriting (he couldn’t tell if it was from the kids or Roger).

“Your birthday treasure hunt starts now! Put some pants on and come out to play, old man! Here’s your first hint: (a wobbly drawing of a man with a glorious mustache holding up a mushed birthday cake, some suspicious butt-shaped prints on it, someone drew lots of hearts next to him)  PS: HBD WE LOVE YOU PPS: the kids (and Roger) are out of control, not saying that one of them caught fire earlier but… just come save me now my birthday king, I LOVE YOU xx”

❦ 52

A small handwritten note lies on Rayleigh’s nightstand, next to his glasses and a vase holding a big bouquet of flowers. Their scent makes him wonder for a second if he’s lying in the grass of a wild meadow, with the morning sun kissing him as if he was a gift from heaven. His heart felt the fullest it had ever been; he just knew that big things were about to happen soon. But for now he just had another birthday to celebrate with the people he loved the most…

“Good morning, Love! Find us outside, hope you’re in the mood for cake and lots of sloppy kisses. Roger and Oden got sentimental and drank your birthday booze while you were still asleep… hurry, I miss you and I can’t wait to plaster your handsome face in lots of kisses. Happy, happy birthday. You are the love of my life. xx”

❦ 54

“Happy birthday, Ray.  May this day be filled with nothing but sweet memories for you. Am I part of them, too? I’m writing these lines and can’t help but wonder where you are right now. It still feels surreal that the Roger Pirates were disbanded. I know Roger was setting us free, but still… It's been a year and I feel so lost often. I miss my family. I miss you. I don’t know where I belong and dream every day about the Oro Jackson. If only we could set sail all together one last time. It’s strange, right? How things just change and there’s nothing you can do about it? It feels like time is running through my fingers and I just cling to the past, leaving claw marks all over it. This might be the most depressing birthday message one has ever received, huh? I’m so sorry.  I think of you often and with often I mean all the time. I miss your kisses. I miss your hand in mine. With love, forever yours. xx”

❦ 55

“Rayleigh, can I wish you a happy birthday or is that too much to ask for? Have you known happiness ever since he’s been gone? Can you stare at the sea without shedding a tear, thinking about his smile? Because I can’t. Sometimes I still hear his laugh, like a faint echo from another life. When I close my eyes, I can still feel his hand on my shoulder; as if my whole body was made of memory foam, desperately trying to keep him alive. I couldn’t watch it (I know you couldn’t either) but I heard that he was smiling. I wouldn’t have expected anything else from our captain. From our lover. Are we still lovers? Because my heart still yearns for you, it’s calling out your name over and over again. I know your heart is bleeding but do you think there’s still some space for me in there? I haven’t known peace ever since you let me go. My home was never on the ship, it was right in your arms. Sending you a hundred kisses, with love. xx”

❦ 64

“My Love, what is life like on Sabaody for you? Are you having a blast for your birthday? I really wish I could be with you today, but you know, the sea was calling out my name. But be sure that I’ll make up for it another time, I still have so many kisses for you that haven’t touched your lips yet.  I met Shanks a while ago, he told me that you looked as handsome as ever (those weren’t his exact words, but I saw you before my eyes vividly). Seeing him all grown up made me feel so old, haha! I think in my heart he and Buggy will always be the little kids they once were, falling asleep on top of us after a long day of pirate practice. Those were the times, huh? It was quite a shock to see Shanks’ missing arm though, wasn’t it? He told me the same story as you, about this boy in the East Blue who said exactly the same words as Roger. I’m still getting goosebumps when I think about it. You must be dying to meet him, right? Because wow, SAME. The world is about to change, I can feel it… Running out of space, so happy birthday again, my darling! I love you so, so much. Forever yours, x PS: Give Shakky some kisses from me too, please! I can’t wait to see you both again very soon.”

❦ 76

A small island in the calm belt, Rusukaina, not far from Amazon Lily. Population: 2, a rubber boy and his mentor. On an island that changes its season almost weekly, it’s a warm spring day. The post seagull drops its letter into the lap of the old man, the familiar handwriting on the envelope putting a warm smile on his face. He was wondering when he’d get a life sign again… He takes a breath to let his fingers run over the paper, thinking about the person who carefully put so much love between those lines; a ritual as steady as the tides.

“Ray, my love. I don’t know where to start. Maybe with a happy birthday and that I love you always? Can’t believe I’ve been wishing you that for more than 40 years now. Who would have known back then in that shabby bar that we would grow old together, in our own way? I’ve overheard a group of young people gushing over your bounty poster recently, saying that you’re quite the silver fox! They didn’t use the word silver fox but a four letter word and it’s very fitting. Can you guess it? Now. Roger’s son? I think my heart shattered all over again. For Edward too… I’m on my way to their funeral right now and I can’t help and wonder if Roger is watching? That… fucker (affectionate). I don’t even have the right words. I know he had all his reasons to trust old man Garp with his child, but my head has been spinning ever since I’ve heard the news. I felt so helpless and mad and… guilty, thinking we should have been the ones to raise him. Fuck. He looked just like Roger when he was younger. It should have been us; we would have loved him so, so much. You saw that pain in his eyes too, didn’t you? I think it pierced right through my heart. I’m glad he found a home with Edward though. That must have been son number 1600 for him, right? It feels like yesterday when we met him and his crew on that island. He was one of the greatest. Still standing, even in death… Now, my vision is getting blurry. Roger’s last words to us are still echoing in my head and maybe that’s one of the greatest burdens the living have to carry; the pain of still being here, despite all, of breathing through shattered glass, trying not to pity the dead. Let’s make the best out of the life we still have, shall we? I love you for as long we still have and longer, in the next life also and in the one after that. How lucky, to love and be loved. I’ll write to you again soon. Awaiting  your letters and your kisses, loving you always. xx PS: So, I’ve heard you put that boy Shanks told us about under your wings… I can’t wait to meet him myself. I’ve been watching his journey with so much joy.”

❦ today

“Rayleigh, how many letters have I written to you by now for your birthday? Countless. And yet none could have fully said how deep my love runs for you and I don’t think this one will either. Guess I have to continue writing to you until my last breath, because that’s for sure how long I will love you. I just know you’re smiling while reading that. You always were so calm and collected on the outside but such a romantic at heart. Remember when you proposed to me and just bawled your eyes out as soon as you got on your knees? Roger had to dry your tears with the sleeves of his pink shirt and sat next to you cross-legged, rubbing your back until you calmed down, all while Gaban and the kids held my hands because you weren’t the only one sobbing. Actually, I think everyone was crying that night. It’s still one of my favorite memories. How we ate cake from the floor that night and we all made flower crowns together. I still have mine, dried and preserved for an eternity. Rayleigh, please find me again in the next life, just like you did in this one. I’ll recognize you from the way you kiss my eyelids and how you push those golden strands of hair behind your ear; I’ll recognize you by how you peel a peach and cut it into small slices because you know that’s how I like them the most and from how the way you set my heart on fire with your gaze alone. Cheers to a love that’s bigger than life and cheers to the man who I devote my heart to; who I will love forever and ever, until we aren’t no more. Happy, happy birthday, my darling. Forever yours. x”