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[fierceawakening]

I love it.

But if you want an actual answer from someone who didn’t grow up evangelical but whose mom was religious enough to make it very clear that she’d absorbed by osmosis that even though it was PROBABLY fine, she didn’t approve of me thinking my older cousin’s D&D stuff was cool and wanted very much to tamp down any desire I had to try it too:

Fundamentalist Christianity is fundamentally (heh) about the idea that there are two major powers in the world: God and Demons.

The demons are less powerful than God, but they make up for it by being slippery hateful little bastards. They know they’re going to lose the ultimate battle, so they do that thing where they decide “if im going down, those guys over there are going down with me” and devote the entirety of their immortal lifespans to coming up with clever ways to trick the humans into falling for bullshit even if the humans know about Jesus.

This is what most if not all fundamentalists think other religions are. Stuff demons made up to trick you into worshipping the demons long enough that you die before you realize you made a mistake. Because if you die without admitting your mistake and converting to Christianity, you’ve used up your allotted time and you go to hell, and you’re not able to avoid the same fate as the demons, and they get to feel smug about it, which is pretty much the only fun they get to have ever, so honestly I can kind of see why they’re such little shits.

But if that’s what other religions are, then that’s what other things are that LOOK like religions but aren’t, too. So D&D might admit “yeah there isn’t actually a Selune or anything, we just made that up for the story.” But it works like the thing the demons did when they convinced people to worship Allah or Mary (yes, a lot of these folks are so ridiculous about this shit they see Catholics as “deifying” Mary, meaning goddess worship, meaning a demon tricked you, and you’re making the real spirit of Mary sad). It must be designed to ultimately get you to believe it. Or at least to find it compelling enough that you get distracted and start listening to the demons.

The theory as i understand it was that role playing games were designed to be immersive, to get you to feel like your character. You were supposed to have so much fun in the fake world that you’d lose touch with the real one and want to become your character, which would open you up to the wiles of the demons.

Sometimes the idea was that you’d straight up become interested in occultism, wanting to replicate the use of magic in the game by becoming a literal warlock, that is, in hock to the demons, because God won’t let you do magic but they dgaf as long it helps them trick you into dying before you see the con.

But I don’t think thst was NECESSARY to the panic. All they needed was the vague idea that the demons are tricksy and sly, and if you get too much pleasure out of Demon Stuff they might manage to arrange for you to suddenly get hit by a car or something the second you think “you know, maybe there’s no Jes—“ *THUNK* “BWAHAHA WE GOT ANOTHER ONE.”

Which is why it was convincing to a lot of people who should’ve known better, like my mom, who usually thinks fundies are assholes twisting her religion into something cruel and gross.

Because all you need is that sliver of fear to get a parent who rationally knows “there aren’t demons” or “if there are demons they don’t intervene like that” to turn on the Protective Animal Brain.

Which meant you got people like my mom. No actual reason to want to shield me from D&D, but rules against it Just In Case.

I think we need to appreciate this part of Brennan Lee Mulligan's WIRED interview a lot more:

"The evangelical right in this country needs to manufacture outrage to hold onto its voting block. [The satanic panic about DnD] was arbitrary, as the targets of their outrage always are. Fight the power."

[katnipp]

yoonchae’s revenge— sophia laforteza

genre: FLUFFF👻

synopsis: a ghost prank gone wrong leaves sophia clinging to y/n on live and yoonchae regrets everything

a/n: this is part of my series can’t take my eyes off of you

—

they were twelve minutes into what was supposed to be a quiet, soft q&a live — y/n curled into sophia’s side, matching pajamas, tangled pinky fingers, the whole domestic act playing out in real-time for tens of thousands of swooning eyekons.

sophia was busy braiding y/n’s hair for the fourth time in a row.

“you look too cute, i’m obligated to mess with you,” she said, combing her fingers through a loose section and immediately ruining her own braid attempt. y/n swatted at her hand, giggling.

“you literally just said you were gonna behave this time,” y/n said.

“and i lied.”

the comments were flying:

SOPHIA PLS GIVE HER AIR

THEYRE IN LOVE AND IM SUFFERING

YOONCHAE DON’T WATCH THIS

cut to: yoonchae absolutely watching this from the other room, face blank, revenge brewing.

“after what happened during my birthday live,” she muttered, scrolling through the fan edits of sophia yanking y/n into her lap mid-stream, “they deserve to know fear.”

she turned to the camera. “ghost prank time.”

⸻

it started with the lights flickering.

sophia froze, hand mid-air. y/n blinked.

then a soft thud from the hallway. followed by a distorted voice — pre-recorded and played on a speaker yoonchae had hidden behind the couch.

“leave… now… this is my house…”

sophia screamed.

not a cute scream. a “y/n, protect me, i’m literally going to cry” scream.

“WHAT IS THAT,” she shrieked, throwing her entire body weight on top of y/n. “OH MY GOD, NO, Y/N, HOLD ME—”

“soph, it’s probably just—”

“GHOSTS. IT’S GHOSTS. I’M TOO HOT TO DIE.”

the chat was chaotic.

IS SOPHIA CRYING

SHE’S STRADDLING Y/N. ON LIVE.

YOONCHAE DID THIS. I KNOW IT

cut to: yoonchae standing behind the door, trying not to laugh.

she was filming her own pov, ready to post it later as “what happens when karma wins.” but she underestimated just how clingy sophia could get.

“i’m never letting go,” sophia muttered into y/n’s shoulder. “we’re gonna move in together, share a bed, and you’re gonna protect me forever.”

“babe, we already do all of that,” y/n whispered.

“then we’re gonna do it more.”

⸻

the next morning, chaos bloomed like a tulip bomb.

sophia refused to let go of y/n’s hand during breakfast. or during vocal practice. or while brushing her teeth.

“i’m emotionally fragile,” she told the choreographer.

“you’re just attached to your girlfriend.”

“exactly.”

lara gave up trying to separate them after sophia full-body clung to y/n like a bear.

“this is what you caused,” megan told yoonchae. “congrats. she’s feral now.”

even yoonchae started feeling bad.

“…should i say sorry?” she muttered to lara, watching sophia bury her face into y/n’s neck during a meeting.

“you could,” lara said, “or you could keep escalating it. for science.”

⸻

so of course, the prank war began.

lara sent anonymous scary notes under the door.

megan downloaded a soundboard of horror movie screams.

yoonchae recreated a full ghost outfit and stood outside their window.

sophia screamed again. clung harder. y/n carried her bridal style through the hallway to keep her safe.

“what are you doing?” megan asked.

“saving my girlfriend from spirits,” y/n said.

⸻

eventually, katseye held a fake “exorcism ritual” on live.

megan wore sunglasses and waved a banana. daniela dribbled water from a bottle. yoonchae chanted something that sounded suspiciously like an aespa song.

“this is dumb,” y/n said.

“do you want to be haunted again?” lara asked.

“…carry on.”

⸻

but the real revenge came quietly.

a week later, yoonchae opened her door to her room and was hit with a glitter explosion.

a life-sized cardboard cutout of sophia in ghost makeup tumbled out after it.

taped to the inside: a note written in bubble letters.

revenge of the clingy couple

love, y/n & sophia :)

⸻

sophia spent the next live curled in y/n’s lap.

“do i regret it?” yoonchae said to the camera, watching sophia feed y/n spoonfuls of ice cream while whispering sweet nothings.

“…yes. but also no. because watching sophia try to crawl inside y/n’s hoodie was… something.”

—

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[warfaredoll]

𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡

[𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞] 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Elliott figured if something sweet wanted to find him now, even if it came in a envelope from someone years younger than him, he’d be damned if he turned it away

thank u anon for requesting thiss ‹𝟹, big ole age gap, wc 3k, smut w plot, SMUT SMUT, IM BACKK!!

he barely looked at the envelope. the was the truth of it

dirt streaked his forearms, caked dry in the folds of his sleeves. the letter creased and bent, lay against a cracked mess table where half a dozen other things waited for his attention

“Elliott” someone muttered behind him, Tommy probably, always nosing around “that for you?”

he didn’t answer. just kept writing, one wrist propped up like it hurt. when he did reach for it, it wasn’t with curiosity and the way he tore it open, sliding a finger under the seal, felt more like muscle memory than interest

the handwriting inside was nice and neat. probably young, definitely female, no stickers, perfume, or kisses signed in lip gloss. just words on the paper thank god

just a girl, whoever she was, writing him like they had some connection. as if she had the right to imagine what his days were like, what he might miss, what he might need

he didn’t get past the first paragraph

his eyes flicked once to the bottom, skimming past the signature. he didn’t bother memorizing the name, didn’t want to. he folded the page in half, then in quarters, then again until it was small enough, it wasn’t even worth tossing away. it went straight in his pocket to be forgotten

because this was some girl some teenager, probably dreaming up a romance with a soldier who wasn’t ever going to write back. he didn’t need this, he didn’t have the time, not for fantasies, not for a relationship

he was thirty-five years old. so no. he didn’t read it, didn’t let himself

and he forgot about it. until three weeks later, when the next one came.

he didn’t know why he kept the second letter. should’ve forgotten about it the way he had the first. burned it or given it to Tommy so he could snort and make a joke about it

but Elliott didn’t. he read it, all of it

late that night, sitting in the corner of the house with his back against the wall and his legs stretched out, boots unlaced, he held that letter in both hands and read every word. you wrote like you were talking to someone you already knew. like you thought he had time for this

he huffed through his nose. not quite a laugh more like a exhale that might’ve been turned into a smirk

“If you ever need someone or anything to take your mind off things” you’d written “I’m here.”

and that’s what made him keep reading

he knew, he knew this girl, you, couldn’t have been more than twenty, twenty one tops. and yet that line sat with him all damn day

he waited two more nights before writing back. even sharpened the tip of his pencil like it mattered

scrawled on a scrap torn from the back of a old piece of paper, crooked and uneven

“oh yeah? you don’t even know me and you’re offering yourself to me?”

he stared at it a while. the corners of his mouth curled up, a hint of disbelief in his own reaction. he hadn’t smiled like that in a long time, not because it was funny but because the thought of you, sitting somewhere far from this hellhole daring to write to a stranger like him…

he folded the note, tucked it in an envelope like it was any other official letter, and handed it off without a care. didn’t think much about it again until a week later when you wrote back

from there it grew. letter by letter, every week he wrote to you, sometimes more

he sat alone behind some stacked up mattress, where his watch post was. he had your letter in his lap. his hands rough, callused, twitchy from hours of trigger discipline. he held it more gently than he’d ever handled anything else out here. creased but not torn, smoothed out flat across his thigh, his thumb traced a word you’d written “yours.” again and again like it meant something

but you’d gone further this time, so much further

he’d gotten used to your sweetness, your way of writing like you were curling up into his side, whispering everything just for him. but this one, this one changed everything

you hadn’t held back

“I want you to fuck me. I want your hands on my hips pulling me back into you so deep I can’t speak. I want to feel your mouth on my skin, your fingers filling me. I want to be your good girl, all yours, I want to look up at you with tears in my eyes because it’s too much but I still begging for more.”

his eyes had widened when he read it. his mouth parted, tongue darting out to wet his lower lip, breath huffing through his nose. a dry humorless chuckle slipped out of him, almost a scoff in disbelief

then he turned the page. and tucked inside the folds, half hidden between the letter carefully folded.. was a photo. printed

and there you were laying back, naked, your tits perked up like a goddamn gift for his eyes alone, nipples flushed, hard, begging to be sucked between his lips. your hand held the camera, angling down just enough to frame your pussy glistening and perfect, lips just barely parted like they were waiting for his tongue. there was nothing timid or shy about it you’d opened yourself up to him. your body said take me, and your face said I want you to want me like this

Elliott exhaled hard, hand dragging down his face over his jaw. he closed his eyes for a minute but that only made the image more clear

god he could see it, smell it, even if only in imagination. he could feel you on his tongue already, taste your pussy, hear your moans when he buried his face between those thighs, your legs tightening around his head

his cock was painfully hard. it pressed tight against his pants, twitching at the very thought of your voice moaning his name, of your fingers clinging to his shoulders while he fucked you slow and deep, making you feel every goddamn inch you’d begged for in the letter

he folded the letter slowly, set it aside then unfolded the photo again, eyes trailing every inch, your mouth half parted, your throat, your chest, the soft curve of your waist and the plush mound between your thighs wet and waiting. you wanted this, you wanted him

not just a soldier, not just a man, you wanted Elliott

and he couldn’t stop imagining how you’d sound, how your voice would hitch when he pushed inside you for the first time, how your eyes would roll back when his hand closed around your throat just tight enough to make you gasp, how your hips would lift greedy offering everything you had

but you said it… you can touch me however you want

he hadn’t felt desire like this in years, lust? yeah plenty of that. but this wasn’t lust. every word you wrote, the photo said i’m yours. just say the word, i’ll let you do anything

Elliott groaned, head tilting back to knock gently against the wall. one hand slid down over his lap, cupping the bulge pressing against the zipper of his pants. he closed his eyes and pictured you again bent over his lap, legs shaking, face twisted in pleasure, crying out as he filled you, fucked you harder with each thrust until you couldn’t think anymore.

you’d offered yourself to him and he was done pretending he didn’t want to take it

he was already writing his reply in his head, he looked down at the photo again, breathing hard

but elliott never got around to writing you back. his fingers had hovered over the pen and paper, half a sentence blinking and unfinished, but his mind wasn’t on replying back anymore. it was on you. that picture you’d sent an innocent soft smile and tilted head but to him it was more than that, you were his girl, he’d decided. even if he never said it out loud

the belt came undone with a clink. he shoved it off, rough fingers pulling down his pants and boxers together, his cock meeting with the chill air. it stood tall, flushed and veined with a tinge of red at the base, heavy enough to sway forward slightly, a glistening bead of precum catching at the tip

he muttered your name under his breath fuck, he thought running a hand over his shaft “god look at you” he whispered, eyes fixed on the picture his thumb brushing the picture like it was skin, your skin “pretty little thing, you’re killing me.”

the first stroke was slow. a hesitant pull from base to tip, and already his hips bucked forward like his body couldn’t wait. his breath caught, he groaned, “shit” then spat into his palm, he rubbed it in, coating his cock with warm slickness, your name soft on his lips again like he couldn’t stop saying it, didn’t want to

the strokes turned tighter. he imagined your thighs spread, panties peeled aside or just pushed down to your knees, that soft heat between them slick and waiting for him. “you’d let me wouldn’t you?” he said through gritted teeth “wouldn’t even make me ask.”

his cock jerked in his grip. he squeezed tighter. imagined the way your breath would hitch when he slid the head along your folds, teasing, then eased in slow inch by inch, your pussy clenching around him. his thumb swirled over the slit, slick with spit and precum now, and he hissed between his teeth, “fuck… fuck yes…”

he rutted into his fist harder, hips lifting off the chair now “you like being mine?” his voice cracked slightly, “know I ain’t supposed to, know it’s wrong but I see that sweet little face and I don’t care.”

the rhythm got quicker. his eyes squeezed shut, brows knitted. in his mind you were beneath him moaning, gasping, whispering his name. he pumped harder “take it all baby… mmm fuck, I know you can…”

“look so damn tight…” he gasped, and suddenly his whole body arched “going to cum baby, gonna- shit…”

he bucked and jerked into his fist, cock pulsing, spurting thick sticky cum over his uniform. his mouth hung open, panting ragged, eyes half-lidded as his hand slowed, milking every last drop. he stared at your picture, dazed, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “that’s my girl” he murmured

his grip hadn’t let up. even after the first orgasm, slick and messy across his hand, his cock still twitched in his hand, half soft and glistening, and he kept stroking it lazily, watching your picture

you were sweet, young, maybe a little naive but the way you smiled in that photo, the way you tilted your hips just enough to tease, that was temptation. he’d told himself before that he was imagining things, reading into it but not anymore

he grinned, half-drunk on post nut haze, fingers sliding over the sensitive head as he shuddered from the overstimulation. “fuck, baby girl” he muttered low and raspy, “look what you do to me.”

and then came the thought, uninvited but there, what if she saw me? the real him. lines around the eyes, worn, and carrying so much from months of being deployed

he stared at your picture, pupils blown, fingers still working that sensitive swollen shaft. “would you still want me in that pussy” he breathed, “if you saw how much older I was?” his jaw tensed, hips rocking slowly upward into his own palm, imagining you hesitating at first eyes widening, lips parting, maybe a shy giggle slipping from your lips as you took in the broadness of his chest, the roughness of his hands, how deep his voice was as he said your name

he imagined you stepping closer anyway. fingertips on his jaw, breath warm against his neck as you whispered, “yes.”

that was it. that image of you kneeling in front of him, letting him guide your mouth down over his cock with your eyes shut that drove him right back to the edge. he pumped his cock faster “you’d take it wouldn’t you? you’d be so tight, so fucking wet for me…”

he imagined stretching that sweet pussy until you gasped and clawed at his shoulders, begging him not to stop. the pace of his hand became quicker his thighs clenched, “going to cum again fuck”

his head dropped back as another hot load spilled over his hand and uniform, ropes of cum landing messily as he laughed shamelessly. his cock throbbed hard in his grip one last time, then softened as his fingers slid off, wet and shaking

he sat there a moment, panting, sweaty, satisfied

then he turned back to the pencil and paper he left out

“hey” he wrote, his breath still uneven “been thinking about you again…”

brooklyn baby lana del rey

THEY SAY IM TOO YOUNG TO LOVE YA I DONT KNOW WHAT I NEED

@ddlydevotion @https-junebug @cosmosbabydoll @sharpayslilo @iron-rot @witchywidow97 @joelmeller @willowpains @violetcamryn @gallaghrh @illyrianbrat

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

[beastyeastfreak]

Mystic flour x cacao kingdom soldier reader part three

I lied last chapter there’s probably gonna be more than 4 parts, it was actually originally gonna end here lol

Previous part

Cw and tags: Fighting / violence, angst, kissing, suggestive if you squint, reader is kinda depressed/has been depressed,

Summary: After some good advice from the beast of sloth and lots of standing around, the building is attacked and your loyalty is tested one final time.

Written pre silent salt update

Im thinking of just making this the entire fics song because it fits it so welllll lmk what yall think

🌾 - Guarding the wall almost your whole life had numbed your sense of time. If someone told you, stand and watch your brain seemed to just phase out. It was hard to tell how long it had been but you knew it had been some time. None of the beasts minions had spoken to you, likely either slacking off or covering a different side of the building. You blink, clouds moving aimlessly across a blue sky. The peace would soon be broken by the sound of movement somewhere nearby. Was it… wingflaps?

🌾 - You began to stride over towards the source of the sound, it was on the other side of the building. Your mind conjured up everything it could be, a dragon, the ancient of greed, a monster… all reasons that made you draw your sword. It felt so perfect in your hand. You look around, then up, nothing.

🌾 - “I don’t believe ive been introduced to you yet~,” a voice makes you whip around and ready your weapon. But you loosen up seeing a pink angel cookie sitting on a branch above you. You quickly put your sword away upon seeing the light glistening in her soul jam. “My apologies, i thought you may be an intruder.” You replied, she giggled. “How loyal, a little warrior.~ You remind me of my other half!” She says with an almost lovestruck expression. You look around awkwardly, “as in your other… souljam holder?” She sounded so happy to talk about her, wasn’t she supposed to hate her respective ancient? “Indeed… i’m dying to see her again,” she closes her eyes with a smile.

🌾 - Her smiles contagious, “I hope you see her soon, i believe the beasts are speaking inside about meeting with their soul jam holders again. Would you like me to escort you, miss..?” You offer, trailing off unknowing of her name, she simply laughs. “Oh, what a dear you are. My name is Eternal Sugar Cookie.” She says and floats to the ground. “Nice to meet you, i’ve come here with Mystic Flour cookie… but you could probably tell that.” You replied looking down at yourself as you walked. She hums, “do you like her?” She asks bluntly, if you had water in your mouth you likely would have spit it. You embarrassedly fumble your words before saying “m..maybe..”

🌾 - “I didn’t mean romantically but that answers my next question,” she teases. “Would you like some advice, little soldier? I can see it within you that you are directionless and confused.” She says as you begin walking up the steps. You nod silently. “Though it may not seem like it, she’s being possessive of you. Beasts like i tend to be territorial at times, especially when another is threatening whats theirs. For example, you may not want to be escorting me until you’ve proven your complete loyalty.” She explains with a smirk, you evaluate your decisions. “Should i…?” You trail off. “You don’t need to open the door for me, i don’t want Mystic Flour to think I’m messing with her things.” She says while slipping through the entrance with a small giggle, the door closing in between you. Things?

🌾 - You return to where you were standing before. Eternal Sugar’s advice rang through your head, it made sense. All you had done was wear armor in her colors, talk to her and accompany her to this meeting. What battles had you won in her name? What intruders had you fended off? If you truly wished to stand by her side, you had to do something… The fact you were so different from her was not lost on you either. How could you ever earn her trust if you had died a hero fighting against her in the eyes of your kingdom?

🌾 - You stood for witches know how long, they really were taking their time in there. You admittedly were dozing off intermittently. Your eyes opened mid-rest, another sound from the woods made you perk up. Your mind told you it was the fifth beast, they weren’t here so it had to be them. They began to look around for any sign of another cookie, nothing. Your eyes fully opened and your shoulders rose, you looked around. You began to step forward into the path, searching for whoever was out there. It takes only a minute of walking to find them. Your eyes then lock with another, lurking in the shadows. You narrow your eyes, making it known you see them, and soon they reveal themselves.

🌾 - Within the building, Mystic Flour was sitting calmly on her side of the table. The conversation about what to do with their souljam holders had gone off rails about three times already. Burning spice almost turned it into a war room, Eternal sugar angered the other two by not hating Hollyberry, and Shadow milk was lying about how good it went and he “let pure vanilla get away”. Mystic Flour knew this would happen, she almost regretted bringing you. She was reassured that you weren’t encountering any issues due to your life slaving away at Dark Cacaos pointless wall. It was odd to her, many had lost their life trying to keep a suffering kingdom in a desolate place safe. They would continue to do so, and yet you would be the only one to reach the enlightenment that there was no point to it. That you were above that. You were raised so unfairly in her eyes, if not for her you would have never broken the cycle.

🌾 - She phases back into the conversation, her eyes had been resting on Silent Salts seat this whole time. She wondered what they were possibly doing that required such effort. Burning spice was currently proposing the idea that they should all collectively attack individual ancients kingdoms, of course starting with Golden Cheese. Shadow milk began to roll his eyes, “as if that’d work! The other ancients would just come to their aid, what killjoys.” He says tapping the arm of his chair with his fingers. “I wouldn’t want us all to attack Hollyberry anyway, i think i almost got her where i want her. She’ll be mine if i just-“ Eternal sugar said but was cut off by Burning spice and Shadow milk groaning. “Enough about Hollyberry!” They nearly say in unison, she wrinkles her nose.

🌾 - “We aren’t getting anywhere with this.” Mystic Flour states. “Your individual resentments are blinding you towards the goal.” Mystic flour says. “Tch, my sight is perfect, besides you just want to go see the soldier.” Shadow milk says making all the eyes that adorned him blink, now sitting sideways, legs hung over the side of one of the arms. Mystic Flour didn’t deny it, but this truly was going nowhere. “Eh, shes right unfortunately,” Burning spice leans back in his chair.

Cling

🌾 - Mystic Flour stops, sitting up slightly and turning her head. Metal had clashed against eachotherin the distance, had that always been there? “Silence,” she commands and the three stop and turn to her. There it was again, the sound of metal hitting each other. Wordlessly the four beasts arose from their seat and began to flock to the door.

🌾 - The figure emerged from the darkness of the woods, it was your king, Dark Cacao. You stiffen up, if not in fear then readying yourself. His gaze is harsh, but not only that he was accompanied by the two legendary split dragons. “Have you truly betrayed the Dark Cacao kingdom, soldier?” He asks, but it was a challenge. You knew there was an opportunity, to leave what you had just joined. To go home and proclaim you were forced to do everything. But you weren’t a liar, your plan was to pretend but now you were following whatever plan Mystic Flour had for you. “I will not be returning to the Cacao kingdom, and i ask that you turn away now so i am not forced to fight you.” You replied with volume, hoping someone may hear. You wouldn’t win against Dark Cacao, not with two dragons and not with his souljam still attached, but you had always been ready to die. At the wall, from the cold, or from starvation.

🌾 - Dark Cacao grits his teeth, “you would abandon your kingdom for a beast?” You stare, “i would.” You respond coldly. “Then let me speak with your master,” he steps forward making his intentions clear. You decide not to mention there are other beasts in there, letting him believe it was only her. You stand firmly, drawing your weapon. “I cannot allow you to do that.” You replied but he was already moving closer. “Step aside, traitor.” He commands but you are unmoving. “You know i will not,” you replied and raised your sword readying for an attack. And attack he did, “If you are so adamant,” he says and reels back before swinging at you. Your swords clash as dragons fly around over head.

🌾 - You were using the technique of your kingdom to fight him ironically enough. He gave you little time before he struck again, he hit so hard your entire body slid back with every attack. His entire black and white cloak flew up as he did. You were beginning to fear those dragons up above, they were readying for an attack you could not counter. You couldn’t focus on three targets at once, you slid far back after a particularly heavy attack. “This battle is unwise!” He yells, but seeing you about to answer he instead calls the dragons upon you. Pointing his sword they rush forth, you put your arms up and brace for impact.

🌾 - The attack never came, you open your eyes to see Nutmeg Tiger holding one down, the other seemed to have taken a blow to the head by Candy Apple. Black Sapphire called out to you, now on the battle field. “We got the lizards you handle him!” You were touched to say the least, you didn’t know their names, your only words towards them were snarky but through a common goal they were defending you. You didn’t need to be told twice, you charge at him. He blocks, the metal sliding against eachother. Out of the corner of your eye you saw the others keeping the dragons at bay, but also other cacao soldiers exiting from the brush. Your focus was on him though, they could handle the others. You take a risky shot and aim for his belly which he blocks again and gets a hit on your shoulder, piercing in between the armor plates making you yell out. You aren’t allowed a break though, you immediately block another attack, jam dripping down beneath the cloth and dough stinging.

🌾 - He prepares another slash, you hop away as he misses. You continue this dance leaving a trail of jam where you went. The continuous dodging and blocking makes him attempt an attack the left him open, the air whooshed past your face. You then stabbed him in the side, likely missing vital organs but sure to bleed. You pull back as he lands another hit on the side of your chest. You yell out in pain, then step back again. You catch a glimpse of the others. Candy apple running the white dragon around the trees like she was trying to tie it into a knot, Nutmeg tiger and Black Sapphire both fighting the black dragon head on while facing soldiers. You weren’t sure how much longer you could fight, he was like an unstoppable force, he would remain standing despite his injuries.

🌾 - Your legs began to shake, he was panting. “We stayed in beast yeast because none of us believed you were truly dead. Because no one gets left behind. You fought valiantly for the Cacao kingdom! How dare you betray your people!” He exclaims. “Because here i have influence! I will not die another nameless warrior!” You yell before swinging at him with everything you had left, swords clashing loudly. The impact made you fall on your back, he didn’t hesitate to land a final blow which you blocked with your sword. It gave you enough time to worm out from underneath him. But because of you trying to get up, it allowed him to strike you hard against the center of your torso between armor. Blood slung out to the side as you hit the ground again. And still, even as red stained your grey and gold armor, even as your vision began to fade,

you still reached for your weapon.

🌾 - “Stay down, soldier.” He says and begins to walk in the direction of the building, more begging you to. “I do not wish to take your life.” He continues, one hand holding his side. You begin to stand again, “do not be merciful, i have been ready to perish for a long time,” you rasp now limping after him. He turns around, he opens his mouth to speak but is cut off by the sound of heavy foot steps. He begins to turn around, as if your life had suddenly been plunged into slow motion you see a mighty yellow, red axe rise above and instinctively jump to the side out of the way fearing it would fall on you. As it strikes the ground the path in front of it cracks and sets ablaze. And wielding the weapon? None other than the beast of Destruction.

🌾 - You’re unsure whats compelling you to do so, but you ready your stance again, earning a look of admiration from Burning Spice. “Lets see how your resolution fares against MY DESTRUCTION!” He yells, but perhaps prioritizing his subjects safety over victory. He makes a gesture which sends the dragons to save the soldiers he sent out and leave the scene. “We shall see soon enough, Beast.” He practically spits before leaving, shielded by the darkness.

🌾 - Only now does the adrenaline begin to wear off, you lean over a bit and hold your stomach with your free hand. Like an angel, Mystic Flour approaches while Burning Spice laughs, Nutmeg tiger who now earned a few more injuries joined his side. “You fought like a spice!” Burning spice hits your shoulder in a friendly way. “Th-thanks..?” You replied, your nose was now bleeding for some reason. Mystic Flour places one arm under yours to keep you upright. His general speaks after, “we- as in i and shadow milks underlings- overheard the conversation before the fight. Candy apple and Black sapphire will embellish the truth to appear better in their masters eyes but i will ensure that your story is told the way it should be, by a fellow warrior.” She says placing her hand to her heart, Burning spice grins. “Well said, Nutmeg Tiger.” He says, so that was their names.

🌾 - “Thats enough,” Mystic flour says. “This meeting is adjourned, we need time to think and recover.” She says and sheathes your sword for you. “Oh! Oh oh but i want to talk to the main characteeer!” Shadow milk floats in with a whiny voice, Eternal Sugar behind him. “Im not sure… how much talking i can do right now..” you blink to keep yourself awake, you couldn’t hear much over the pulsing in your ears. “Another time,” Mystic Flour says firmly as the two of you begin to turn to flour, you were heading back to the pagoda you assumed. Where ever she was taking you, it’d be better than dealing with the beasts while bleeding out.

🌾 - You arrive in the temple, the flour clouds settle around you. Cloud haetae turns the corner excitedly but stops as they look at you. “Take them to a room,” she commands. Cloud haetae nods and transforms into a large lion-dog like creature, tall and befitting of their prefix appearance wise. You lean against them, as you walk away you notice her entire shoulder covered in red. “Don’t worry, when i get scrapes Master always heals me!” They say, you nod weakly and begin to slow down unable to walk at their pace. “Buuut maybe this is worse than when i get hurt playing!” They say and pick you up in their big mouth by the chest plate, almost like a kitten.

🌾 - You’re taken to a bedroom, then for the first time all day you’re allowed to sit down. Cloud Haetae de-transforms. “You look like you fought someone tough! Who was it? I bet it was Burning Spice- oh! Or a dragon!” They say as you remove the plates of armor. “No.. but they were there…” you say, its nice that Cloud Haetae completely forgot they were leading you to your potential death just a day ago. The door opens, you both look over with differing levels of energy. Mystic flour stands with her flowy outer robe and veil removed which had been tainted by your jam. “You may leave now,” she says to Cloud haetae. “Yes master!” Cloud Haetae says and shuts the door behind them leaving you two alone in the quiet room.

🌾 - she glances over your red-stained tunic then begins to use her hands to have you lay down, unbuttoning your tunic. If you weren’t without jam you’d be blushing. You tend to do that a lot here for some reason. You slip your arms through the sleeves. “You knew there were four beasts within yet you still fought him, why?” She deadpans, you aren’t sure if she’s actually interested or trying to keep you talking while she heals you. You focus on what she’s doing for a second, her hand hovers over the wound in your torso. All the jam pooling around the wound and the cracks in your dough seemed to mend, turning white before blending with your body leaving only a light mark in your skin. “I wanted to prove myself,” words slip from your mouth. Her hand stops, twitching in response before moving to the next injury. “You were about to die, it was foolish what you’ve done.” She replied, her hand now on your side.

🌾 - You wince. “Your pain is only proof.” She continued. “The pain is nothing,” you say through gritted teeth. She sighs, then moves onto the last injury. “You may stop your attempts at impressing me, battling one you know you will not defeat is pointless, its suicide.” She scolds in that deadpan voice, you stare down. “Im sorry,” you mutter. A beat of silence falls upon you, your wounds are now all tended to. She places a hand on your lower chest, about where your ribs end, to keep your back against the bed, “it was foolish, but i.. appreciate you want to protect me.” She murmurs, her face hovers above yours with eyes just barely open, her free hand on your chin. You’re left speechless, but she doesn’t allow you to come back from that. She leans down and places her lips against yours, gently. Theres no force, you lean up into the kiss with your eyes closed. Your hand comes to her hand on your chest, placed over the back of her palm. Your heart was definitely pounding, she could definitely feel it.

🌾 - You had your doubts, faith anything but untested today. Your plans had completely been toppled, but this had made those thoughts leave. The idea you were a traitor was no longer weighing you down. Even when she pulled away and returned to her normal stiff stance with eyes closed telling you to get rest, you felt fine. You felt as though you had meaning, you weren’t expendable anymore, someone cared.

[illbearound]

MOST WANTED MAN

this is a story about love.

A book about two people weaving in and out of each other lives...

Introduction

Anna never meant to fall in love with the most wanted man in the world. She wasn't looking for anything when they met especially not someone like him.

She was quiet, careful, adjusting to her life in Paris. He was the most talked-about footballer on the planet, caught in headlines and pressure, trying to remember who he was beneath it all. What followed wasn't loud or dramatic. It was slow, simple, and deeply felt. What they built was something rare: quiet, private, completely theirs.

But life, timing, and ambition pulled them apart.

Now, a chance encounter in a foreign city cracks it all open. She's in Madrid for a week — and so is he.

A passing moment unravels everything they've both tried to bury. Old memories resurface. So do the feelings. A few conversations, familiar glances — and suddenly the past doesn't feel so far away. As fragments of what they once were begin to surface, so does the possibility of something new.

Most Wanted Man is a tender, intimate story about love, quiet endings, and the courage it takes to begin again.

coming soon…

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hiiii!!

So, this has been in my drafts for a ridiculously amount of time. I decided to just go for it and publish.

its a litlle fic/story with Kylian because he's all I've been thinking about lately ( not sorry!). The story is almost all written, so I'll publish it here for you - probably a new one every 3 days (i havent made my mind about that)

im not a professional writer or anything. also, english is not my first language, so please be gentle and patience with any mistake i made (which will happen for sure )

hope you enjoy it, as much i loved to writtig it! :)

[bbycake2]

hi babygirl, i wanna request mean and abusive izana x softie gf reader who cries easily— like she has plushies and all, she could even choose to break up with him but she didn't because she loved him ><

- 🐑

love u <3

abusive Izana Kurokawa .ᐟ softie gf

tw. abuse, violence, no sex

he did it again. he hit you again after all those promises. you had enough! u swore to yourself that today would be the day. the day youd finally leave him. dating Izana had always been a oneway ticket to ruin your mental health. you really had enough.

it started with innocent words that gradually became more and more cruel. “you look like a whore in this skirt” “are you leaving like this?” “do you want me to be ashamed of you?” all you do is fuckin’ crying” “youre so damn pathetic” “i fucking hate you”

he threw away your favorite things a few times. your plushies, your cosmetics. and when you asked him what happened to them. he just smiled and said. “I thought you dont need them anymore”

later, the words turned into actions. very painful ones.

you had to be careful about everything you did. whether you turned off the lights, made dinner, or accidentally upset his mood. he practically hit you for everything, and then hed make excuses. sometimes blaming problems at “work” other times his stress. promising it woulnd happen again and that he wouldbe more careful. deep down, you knew he was lying. but you loved him too much.

you took out your suitcase and with tears, a heavy heart, and overwhelming guilt, you started packing. he always promised it would be the last time and yet, he kept hurting you, again and again. you looked in the mirror at the fresh bruise under your eye, it was huge, purple, and it hurt badly… but not as much as your broken heart.

your gaze stayed fixed on the photo hanging on the wall. both of you smiling, so happy, so in love. it hurts. because you loved him. and he… he loved you too right? he said it thousands of times. but his version of love was made up of cutting remarks and cruel insults that struck at your confidence in the most damaging ways. maybe he just couldnt handle his emotions. maybe it was your fault too. maybe… you were exaggerating?

Izana is your boyfriend. you shouldnt leave him.

its wrong.

tears flowed again, your fingers slipped from the handle of the suitcase. and your body gave way under the weight of doubt. you threw yourself onto the bed, hugging your favorite teddy bear. the same one he gave you when he apologized. for the first time.

u still remember his words.

“It wont happen again” he always said that. always the same way. holding you. kissing you so sweetly. and you… you always believed him.

you had been through too much together, you couldnt leave him.

the sound of the lock turning and the door opening pulled you out of your thoughts. it had to be him! you quickly sat up on the bed and wiped the tears from your face.

he did not say anything. he placed the keys on the table, took off his coat and stood in the doorway, looking at you with that empty eyes. the one without any emotion, the one you hated so much.

“if you make a single sound i swear. im going to fuckin’ kill you” his jaw was clenched

you flinched at his words clutching the teddy bear tighter in your hand. he stepped closer to you, looking at you with deep contempt. as if he hated you. because maybe he really did hate you.

his eyes shifted to the suitcase lying on the floor, a few of your clothes spilling out of it. fuck, you had completely forgotten about it.

“what the fuck is this? are you going somewhere?” his brows furrow as a look of livid rage appears on his face.

from a complete lack of emotion, he transformed into someone who, driven by anger, seemed capable of tearing the whole world apart. and probably would do it.

“we were doing just fine. why are you turning this into something its fucking not?” a sudden, harsh pull on your hair makes you cry out, a sharp, burning pain shooting through your scalp.

“i fucking said, one fucking whine and i will cut you open whore!” you just couldnt handle it anymore. u couldnt. tears kept coming, flooding your eyes. your body shook from his words. every word hit hard. you felt everything falling apart inside. you squeezed the teddy bear to your chest as if it could protect you. you really wanted to tell him. to explain that you didnt want to leave, but the consequences of talking were just too terrible. so you stayed quiet, closing your eyes and wiping your nose every time the fiery pain on your cheek made your whole body shudder.

“youre not leaving me. not now.” hit after hit. one harder than the last. until one of them finally slammed your body onto the bed.

[peaceandlove26]

whats your thought process behind the ships you do? like aj and tempest! i love the different ships and next gens you do, its so unique and pretty :] also i love your art haha

if im being honest i just mash ponies together in my head until something makes me go OH CUTE!!! i like to do ships that are less popular (with the exception of twiluna cause i thiiink that’s relatively popular?) cause i think it’s fun!

of course for twiluna i am the #1 twiluna truther i have an au in my head where twilight and luna become friends through twilight’s dreams and twilight is the one to free her from the moon not realizing that shes become nightmare moon (the luna in her dreams isnt aware of that either!) and with their friendship twilight is able to help her return to her normal self. after that luna becomes a part of the main group and lives with twilight in the library and they fall in looooove

for pinkie and sunburst, i think theyre two super sweet ponies who are very enthusiastic and passionate about their respective interests, and would totally adore that about each other. pinkie could also help sunburst come out of his shell and throw him nerdy dnd parties or something lol because she loves her dorky husband. the appeal of this ship is similar to twipie i think

applejack and tempest feels like a very sweet and gentle relationship to me. i think they’d both value each other very much as a source of stability and comfort. i think applejack could really help tempest heal and love herself, and i think tempest’s headstrong nature would gel really well with applejack. i also think tempest would love living at sweet apple acres cause it’s away from most other ponies lol so she only has to socialize when she wants to

fluttershy and trixie is definitely Out There but i truly believe they are something special. my backstory for them is that fluttershy wanted to go see some rare creature in the same area that trixie was traveling to for a magic show so they decided to travel together, and fluttershy’s unrelenting kindness caused trixie to be a more genuine and open version of herself with fluttershy. they have something weird going on for a while but eventually start dating for reals. fluttershy admires trixie’s confidence and also finds her really funny, and trixie of course adores fluttershy’s sweetness and outlook on life. they probably clash sometimes but ultimately love each other very much. i imagine trixie still travels a lot but always returns to fluttershy because that’s her home

rainbow dash and harshwhinny is just silly and cute i think. rainbow probably had a huge stupid crush on harshwhinny from the moment they met and harshwhinny ended up really liking her too. rainbow likes older women or something idk

rarity and maud i love because of their friends forever comic!!! it really showcased how sweet they could be together. i can’t really explain it better than just Read It It’s Cute

[tmos-time]

Your Eridan designs makes me want to give him a jar of cookies and put a movie on for him

Sollux gets maybe one cookie

(I am totallyyyy not bias)

you do realize eridan's going to share more cookies when you aren't looking anon; look at him, he's already put them in a bowl, that's prime setup for sharing right there

[blueskittlesart]

*sigh* thoughts on Nintendo's botw/totk timeline shenanigans and tomfoolery?

tbh. my maybe-unpopular opinion is that the timeline is only important when a game's place on the timeline seriously informs the way their narrative progresses. the problem is that before botw we almost NEVER got games where it didn't matter. it matters for skyward sword because it's the beginning, and it matters for tp/ww/alttp (and their respective sequels) because the choices the hero of time makes explicitly inform the narrative of those games in one way or another. it matters which timeline we're in for those games because these cycles we're seeing are close enough to oot's cycle that they're still feeling the effects of his choices. botw, however, takes place at minimum 10 thousand years after oot, so its place on the timeline actually functionally means nothing. botw is completely divorced from the hero of time & his story, so what he does is a nonissue in the context of botw link and zelda's story. thus, which timeline botw happens in is a nonissue. honestly I kind of liked the idea that it happened in all of them. i think there's a cool idea of inevitability that can be played with there. but the point is that the timeline exists to enhance and fill in the lore of games that need it, and botw/totk don't really need it because the devs finally realized they could make a game without the hero of time in it.

[acid-waste]

I'm so mad actually I can't believe some people took this scene in chapter 3 and turned it into a who's right about their grief when the scene in chapter 4 literally has ivypool saying I don't mean to make it all about me- haven't thought much about how dovewing is handling her own grief- people read chapter 3 and to me it seems as if chapter 4 doesn't even exist and the rest of what ivypool says in chapter three after saying this doesn't as well

“Dovewing, I’m truly sorry that Rowankit died. But losing a sickly kit—a kit you’ll be reunited with in StarClan one day—is different from losing a full-grown cat who was just coming into her own as a warrior. A cat who doesn’t exist anywhere—who is just gone.”

ignored this and what was said and called it a day

[shitty-skyblings-doodles-daily]

today, it’s pearl’s turn to yap! grian and jimmy just got to know a lot more moth facts!

[djevelbl]

Ace Attorney crossover where, in very typical Phoenix Wright fashion, he's neglected to find out WHO IN HELL his newest client is until he's sitting right across from him at the detention center's visitation room, and he's forced to confront the fact that he's going to bat for a murderous clown who IS innocent this time around

Aka: Ace Attorney crossover, but ClownPierce is his client--

[pricegouge]

Sometimes all I need is dick. Or Gillian Anderson.

(How’s life going?🫶🏻)

-🦌🍷

or a lobotomy 🙂‍↕️

and life is going like this:

[fisherrprince]

[eff-exor]

guys, news just in. being in love with me feels like your blood is in fact acid and is eating you from the inside out. who want me

[tmos-time]

hi

so uhhh this line in your erisol understuck post "not getting into all the ELABORATE thoughts i have on how the geno route would go"

…………can we have some of it????I'm dying of curiousity ever since I read that post lol

also just to let you know that your aus are all very fabulous and they live in my brain rent free all the time. i was wondering do you mind fanart??

aww thank you, i don't mind at all! would love to be tagged if anyone makes any <3

as for the understuck geno route; here's a loose plot path for it!

basically, the plan would be to have a split in how the route could theoretically go; a normal version of the route following close enough to undertale's canon events with the characters given, and a secret route for speedrunners because sollux deserves to have a proper battle at the chagrin of people trying to speedrun LOL