#if you'd like to plot with him feel free to give this post a <3

[that-one-gay-writer1227]

Giving Him a Show

Tighnari x Fem!Reader smut

A/N: Hey everyone. A few things before I start. Firstly, I would like to credit my dear friend @hitomisuzuya for giving me a lot of the fuel for this, most of this fic was their idea so please go and show them some love<3 Secondly, for all of my writers out there, I'd like for any constructive critisim in the comments. I want to improve my smut writing given this is my first time in the genre, and finally if you've been following my xiao x reader 30 day challenge, i'll be posting day 6 tomorrow morning around noon.

summary: It was your day off from your job as a forest ranger in the avidya forest in a while, so you decided to spend it having a little fun. Or at least until a certain someone shows up asking for your research papers, leading you on a rollar coaster

warnings: slight angst, fluff, slow burn, porn with plot, masterbation, dom!tighnari, breeding kink, orgasm denial, biting/marking, cunnilings, tighnari calls y/n baby and "little flower" a few times, teasing, hair pulling, choking, both praise and mild degration, use of "good girl", vaginal penetration.

PSA: dont be silly, cover the willy folks <3

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Finally

It had been a full week of nonstop work. You haven't even had a chance to sit down and enjoy a full meal without having to multitask. You knew this job was gonna be busy but damn, you didn't realize that also included sacrificing your free time.

On the plus side, who knew you'd get lucky enough to have an attractive teammate. His black and green hair, his hazel eyes, the playful sarcasm...

My archons, sometimes that was the only reason you'd show up. Of course, you were always an amazing employee. Hardworking and strong ethics. But that doesn't mean you could help the butterflies tingling in your tummy every time you thought about the way his hands would feel caressing your hips. The way he would gently squeeze before moving lower and lower-

You'd take today's free day as a chance to deal with the frustration that'd been steadily building.

You felt your heart rate increase. The absolute sheer thought of him touching you making you needier by the moment. You lay down against your soft bedsheets, the cool sheets a sheer contract to your heated skin.

You needed him, you needed to feel him inside of you, stretching you, making you beg pathetically for him.

Your hands began to wander gently over your neck, down your chest, and over your stomach. You caressed the outside of your thighs squeezing them while imagining him doing the same while absolutely drilling into you hungrily.

You let out a subtle moan, feeling how wet you were growing. Your hands ghosting over your clothed, soaked cunt. The small movement forced a soft hip buck from you.

You wanted to feel him running his hands over your folds, barely touching. You wanted him to hold your hands above your head, his hot breath mere inches from your ear. His pants, and the sound of his fingers tantalizingly slowly circling around your entrance before plunging into it. Him telling you how good you're being for him.

You quickly took your shorts and undergarments off, the cold air licking against your aching sex. It didn't take much for your hands to snake down. you didn't bother being quiet. I mean, why would you?

You pressed two fingers into your cunt, stretching yourself as much as you could, but it just wasn't enough. You needed more. You were absolutely feral trying to press deeper, deeper. Yet you could only barely touch that one heavenly spot deep inside.

Here you were, desperately whining and soaking. Completely unaware of the unexpected guest now at your front door. You were slowly reaching climax begging outwardly for someone who wasn't there to touch you. You just couldn't reach far enough, nothing was filling you like you imagined he could.

To Tighnari, who was now at your door, blissfully unaware of the sins you were committing, you were probably taking some kind of nap or doing whatever you normally do in your free time.

He went to knock on the door when he heard it. He thought you were in pain, I mean it sounded like you were sobbing. He was unsure of what to do, should he bust in to help you? Or would you rather he left you instead of being viewed in so much pain?

It took him only a few seconds to make up his mind, he twisted the handle, surprised to find it entirely unlocked. Now he was really worried. If you were in so much pain that you'd forgotten to lock the door behind you then he made the right choice to go help.

He hurriedly searched the house for you. But the more he heard you, the more he questioned what the sounds were of. Eventually, he walked up the stairs toward your bedroom.

There was a slight crack in the door, clearly, you hadn't closed it behind you. He didn't want to intrude on your privacy, but he was only worried. He opened the door, almost immediately regretting his decision.

You still hadn't noticed him, your fingers pumping in and out of your drenched cunt. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you came closer and closer to what you'd been working for, crying his name.

That was until you made eye contact with him.

The shrill scream you let out was ear-shattering as you scampered to find something to cover yourself with, wielding no results.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry! I was just-just coming to get some papers but I see that your-your uhm busy! I'll go now-" The poor brunette's face reddened as he forced the words out of his mouth, bolting down the stairs and out of the house.

You were absolutely mortified. Heart and breath fast, you felt tears of embarrassment clouding your eyes, wondering just how much he saw, just how much he heard.

Little did you know, the young man ran down and hid behind a tree to catch his breath, taking careful notice of the painful tent in his pants.

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You dreaded the next morning. You had to go back to work and face Tighnari, and as much as you wanted to hide in a hole for the rest of your life, you knew that you had no other choice but to go.

You took a deep breath, before walking into the forest rangers headquarters. You found your station to collect your daily materials and tasks, thankful to not have yet run into Tighnari. You took your supplies and left the building as fast as you could. In attempts of trying to avoid a certain someone, you ran smack dab right into him.

You both fell to the ground with a loud thump. His cheek landed across your chest. You froze the second you realize fully what happened. First, he catches you fucking yourself, and now you literally tripped him into this position. The universe just can't cut you a break, can it?

"Ow..." He grilled before raising his head to look at you, unaware that it was you. His face turned red as his eyes widened, now hovering over you, arms on either side of your shoulders, ears ever slightly downward towards his head.

You turn your head to the side, breaking eye contact, face fully flushed bright crimson.

Oh, archons you wanted to kiss him so badly, To explore how his lips dance. But you knew you couldn't. Not after yesterday.

He quickly sat up. Backing away red-faced, He didn't say anything for a moment. You both sat there wide-eyed, and red. The silence between you two was thick and painful.

Tighnari was about to say something, just opening his mouth, but instead of sticking around to hear what was going to be said, you stood up and started running down the path, clutching your work to your chest to keep yourself grounded.

Tighnari sat there a little dumbfounded. He closed his mouth, not even realizing he was about to speak. His mind was filled with images of you lying under him, and yesterday.

He wouldn't admit it, but he wanted nothing more than to see you like he did yesterday again. Archons what he wouldn't give for that.

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A few days had passed and you'd be lucky enough to avoid tighnari as much as possible. Of course, he was still there and there were still times you were near him, but you hadn't had to actually talk to him in time.

Well, today you and he had to finish some research you both had started the previous month. This was unavoidable. actually, it was the same research project that he needed the papers for, but then the incident happened.

Most of the embarrassment was dying down, at least you didn't feel like dying every time that he was around so that was progress in your eyes. Though it was still a little tense.

You sat next to Mr. forest ranger himself, in silence. You couldn't bring yourself to look up from your hands. It was still awkward and you didn't want to make him more uncomfortable than he already had been.

"Here, I'll finish the logs and we can start compiling our data." His voice was a little stricter than normal. He sounded like he didn't want to be there, which made you feel anxious. You nodded and gripped your hands a little tighter. You had half the heart to race out the door and never look back, but you knew you wouldn't be able to get ten feet before Tighnari caught up to you.

You heard him sigh and stand up, walking over to a bookshelf behind you. You turned around slightly feeling tears prick your eyes. You didn't want that to be the way he saw you and it really was eating you up inside. You felt horrible, what if he hates you now?

You turned back in your seat a few tears falling down your cheeks, you couldn't help but let out a small whimper.

You loved him, and now the thought of him hating you all because you made a mistake was a little too much for you. It wasn't your fault, you were simply enjoying your body, but you hated the fact that it made him uncomfortable.

You brought your hands over your face, trying not to make a lot of noise but you couldn't stop yourself. You'd already broken the damn.

"Hey...hey y/n what's wrong?" Tighnari rushed over and sat in front of you on his knees, holding your wrists gently. He pulled your hands away from your face gently, but you turned your face from him as best as you could.

"I'm-i'm sorry. I didn't mean to make things weird, I just- i- please... can I just go home?" You whimpered out, still crying and tucking your head away from him as best you could. He took a deep breath, feeling unaware of what you'd be comfortable with, and moved his hands from your wrists to your hands.

"Of course, you can. I'll take care of this here. take as much time as you need." That is all he said before he went to stand up, kissing your forehead. The sentiment went over your head as you walked out of the room, going back to your abode to sleep the rest of the day away.

The next evening you were greeted with a knock at the door. Your eyes were only a little puffy but you couldn't stop thinking about your meltdown in front of Tighnari. You felt like an idiot! There was no way you'd be able to face him again. Fearing that it was him at the door, you stayed in bed until there was another knock.

You sighed deeply and stood from your bed dressed in only a long nightshirt and some undergarments. You walked down the stairs and through the hallway that lead to the front door, the cold floor hitting your feet.

"Who is it?" Your voice was a little shaky, and somewhat gruff from just waking up.

"It's me, I was just stopping by to see if you were ok, and to see if we could talk" Tighnari spoke through the door. You grasped the handle and cracked the door just slightly. Enough to see his face. He looked kinda sad but also relieved to see that you were ok.

"Alright, just give me a moment, I'm not decent." You almost whispered the last part, but given the small flick of his ears, you knew he heard it.

He gave you a soft smile, "no rush, take your time."

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Sitting at the table across from one another, you didn't know what to say. It felt awkward for you both like you both had something you wanted to say but just couldn't find the words.

"I'm sorr-" "about th-"

You both interrupted each other.

"sorry you go ahead"

You both spoke at the same time again, this time making you giggle. You couldn't help but notice how his tail swished and his face flushed at that, a smile of his own creeping on his face.

"You can go first y/n." He said patiently. You really were head over heels for this plant nerd.

"I just wanted to say that I'm sorry about what you saw the other day. it's just- I let my imagination get the best of me, and I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable in any way. I- I understand if you don't want to be friends anymore-" Your tone was so quiet and timid. he could sense the feeling of regret in your words.

Truth be told, he didn't want you to regret your actions, in fact,

he wanted you to do them again. 

He stood up from his chair and walked over to you cautiously. Your eyes filled with curiosity and confusion only spurred him more.

"Is that what this was about?" He walked over to you and grabbed your chin. He wasn't sure what got into him but he knew he hated the thought that you regretted what you'd done.

He wanted you to know that he'd wanted to see you like that for a while. Naked and at his mercy. He just never had the chance. Your eyes opened wider when he got closer to your face.

You nodded feeling his breath fanning over your lips, looking at his own. he glanced down to meet your lips before leaning in and chastely connecting them.

It was quick and hesitant but you felt like you were on fire. Your breathing was heavy and your heart was out of control.

He seem to take notice of this and went to lean back up, but you threw caution to the wind and grabbed the sides of his face, pulling him back in. Your lips met one more time in a much deeper kiss. Your hands still wrapped around his cheeks, your thumbs massaging under his eyes softly.

The kiss was meant to be innocent, simply an experience out of adrenaline. But the next thing you knew he had pulled you to your feet and wrapped his hands around your waist, pulling you flush against his body.

You felt him lick your bottom lip before taking it into his mouth and biting hard. You gasped just enough for him to slip his tongue between your lips, giving him the chance to explore.

You broke away to catch your breath looking at him. He smiled at you with a tint of mischief in his eyes. "Show me," he uttered while smirking.

"Show you what?" You had a feeling you knew what he was meaning but you wanted to make sure before you embarrassed yourself. He took your hand and led you up the stairs behind him.

"I want you to touch yourself for me."

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You closed the door to your bedroom. He pulled a chair to the end of the bed and sat down. He signaled for you on the bed pulling you to stand in front of him. You looked at him with doe eyes as he licked his lips subtly. He looped his hands onto your pants and undergarments pulling them down for you.

Tighnari kissed your hands before pushing you back against the bed. You sat on the edge, resting one leg on the side of the chair, the other off to the side. Your face was red, embarrassed at what was happening.

"Show me how to do it baby" He ordered. You felt yourself growing wetter by the moment. You reached a hand down and palmed your clothed clit, The stimulation being almost intoxicating. You started running your index and middle finger down and up your dripping folds keeping your eyes trained on the raven-haired man in front of you.

It didn't take long before you were needing more feeling than ever.

"Go ahead, tell me what you were imagining me doing to that slutty body of yours, little flower~"

You tightened your thighs a little and clenched around nothing. You shook your head. How were you supposed to explain what you were imagining without freaking him out?

He chuckled darkly before spreading your thighs. He grabbed your hands off of your cunt and held them together resting on your stomach before leaning forward.

His hot breath felt heavenly against your saturated pussy. you bucked your hips hoping for some sensation of contact, but you were met with nothing but his hot breath. You kept bucking your hips whining for some kind of contact.

"You know, when we were finishing our research the other day, I couldn't get the thought of you bent over the table while I fucked into you out of my head." He inched closer to your sex, and now you could gently feel his tongue softly caress your clit once before he nuzzled his nose against it just as softly. He spoke again his voice whining and high-pitched. " You just smelt so good~ There wasn't any way for me to concentrate. You just smell...so....good~"

The moan you let out was pornographic and pathetic. Your thighs were as spread apart as your hips would allow, you were barely ten minutes in and he already had you so desperate for his touch.

You threw your head back when his tongue once again pressed your lips before removing just as quickly. He blew on your clit relishing in the way you were thrashing for him to eat you out. "Are you gonna tell me now?~ I might be inclined to give you a reward for your cooperation, little flower."

"You- I, I was imagining you... ah-" You were cut off as he delved his tongue up and down your pussy with a grunt. He paused to wait for you to continue, locking eyes with you. He watched you, his eyes dangerous and lustful. You let out a shaky breath understanding that you were fully under his control now. "You were...ngh.. holding me down by my- my wrists and- fingering me... while telling me how good I was for you-"

He moaned into your cunt as you told him what you fantasized about. He let go of your hands and grabbed your thighs, pulling you closer against his face until you were sure he'd suffocate. you grabbed the back of his head and pulled him against you and bucked your hips riding his face reverently.

"Please 'Nari, I'm so- close please..." You whined pulling his hair a little bit. He chuckled against your cunt and pulled away leaving you whining and trying to pull him back. He simply took your hand and put it to your side. He stood up towering over you and leaning to meet your level. He kissed you slowly and tenderly as he grabbed both of your hands pinning them on either side of your head.

You wrapped your legs around his waist pulling him closer, causing him to grind against you needily. He took your hands and held them with one above you much like how you imagined. Your stomach did flips realizing that this was happening.

His other hand gently glided down your sides and over your hips, finally landing just over your pussy, barely brushing over it. You whimpered against his lips.

"Just like that, good girl. You're being such a good little slut for me." He cooed you. His lips left your mouth and traveled down your face to your throat. "Mine, mine, mine" he chanted between harsh bites that you knew would leave marks by morning.

His hand between your thighs soon dipped into your entrance. They started slow. Gently pressing and stretching your walls as tighnari kissed and sucked on your neck, effectively marking you. Gradually his finger thrusts become stronger and stronger until he was thoroughly finger fucking the brains out of you.

You felt yourself nearing your climax yet again, only to have it ripped away as he released his hand, bringing his fingers to his mouth tasting you yet again.

"The only thing your gonna cum on is my cock. Am I clear?" His tone was demanding and velvety. You nodded eagerly, absolutely desperate for release. "Good, cuz I think you're ready for me."

He undid his belt buckle, pulling his erect cock from his clothing and discarding the rest. He pulled the shirt off your body in one swift movement. He pushed you further up the bed and climbed over you. Your eyes slowly trailed downwards but snapped back up incredibly embarrassed.

He placed a hand on your chin and forced you to look at him, instead of off to the side as it was. "Go ahead, you can look. I know you're curious." Your face was impossibly heated now. You took a shaky breath and started to look down. You felt your eyelids flutter slightly at the sheer glimpse. Archons, he was perfect.

"Please...please just fuck mee~"

He took the invitation, swiftly lining his cock at your entrance, moving it up and down a few times to gather slick. the teasing motion made you squirm in your spot, to which he replied by grabbing your hips and thrusting into you. Slowly at first so as not to hurt you.

Inch by agonizing inch he gripped your thighs and filled your aching hole with his cock. "Want me to breed you that bad huh? my little slut wants me to fill her up with my fucking cum that badly?"

His words made you clench around him earning a hiss. He slapped your thigh gently to warn you to not do that again. But you blatantly disobeyed.

You ground your hips while fluttering your walls, making him moan loudly. His grip on your hips getting tighter, he growled and began thrusting his dick in you haphazardly.

"Your my bitch. my little bitch in heat. you're taking me so well little flower. so tight... I'm gonna fill you so full. gonna fill you with babies. gonna make you a mommy." He moaned into your ear.

"I'm gonna cum-" You whimpered, pulling him all the way against you.

"Cum for me baby."

And just as commanded, you came loud and hard. Trembling in his grasp. You felt your heart rate pound against his as you rode out each other's orgasms.

He rested his head against your chest, smiling and panting hard. His hands fell to either side of you in a hug. You were both exhausted. You pet his ears while gazing into earthly his eyes.

"Hey y/n?" he started. "I think I love you."

[m-beloved]

Love like a dog || Bi-Han x gn reader ||

Ooc (soft) Bi-Han, poor writing, plot is kinda lost, established relationship, can be read as pt.2 of this post or as a separate post, pt.3 here

Bi-Han glanced at you, unable to stop his eyes from drifting to your face. The way your eyes sparkled in the light always managed to mesmerise him without fail, like a dog to a bone.

His gaze flickered down towards your hand, wondering if he should make a move. It wasn't as though you'd refuse, the two of you had held hands before. Albeit, it was in a crowded space and he was trying to keep track of your position.

But you seemed to enjoy holding his hand then. Maybe you would this time too.

Hesitantly reaching out, he enveloped your hand with his fingers and with a surprising amount of gentleness, interlocked your fingers.

He felt the warmth of your hand against the coldness of his touch. It felt like holding a warm cup of tea, except softer and better in every way possible.

For a moment, a small feeling of panic made its way into his mind when he saw the way you looked at him in surprise. Did he do something wrong? Did you not want him to hold your hand?

He was beginning to retract his hand before you firmly grasped it and gave a gentle squeeze. You had a small smile on your face, looking at him with soft eyes.

For a moment, he wished he could return it. He wished he knew how to show you affection without questioning what he was doing.

He wished he knew how to love you.

He wanted to show how much he truly adored you. How much you ran through his mind. How much he craved your touch everyday. How much he would give up for you. How much he'd do for you.

But he didn't. Couldn't. Bi-Han never learnt how to love normally. And maybe he never would.

So he loved the only way he knew how, like a wild dog. Always waiting for you, always protecting you, always staying loyal to the one who owned his heart. Baring his teeth and snarling at others, yet never showing a hint of aggression towards you.

You were the one who managed to tame a wild dog. You put effort into befriending and building a bond with him, something most others gave up on soon after they met him. You, who took care of him and showered him with love he didn't know existed. 

He hoped you knew he cared. He tried his best to let you know, from protecting you to the best of his abilities to doing simple gestures for you. But it never felt enough.

Maybe it wasn't.

He wondered how long it would take for you to realise it. How long you'd stay with him until you got tired of his inability to love normally. How he would deal with the loss of the one person he'd bleed for.

Until then, Bi-Han would ache for you like a sick dog and admire the way your eyes loved him silently.

A/n: I feel like this one could be better, but I don't know how to improve it so feel free to leave as much feedback as you want. Just don't be rude

[chorizoa]

Entrail of faith — König x f!reader

part 2!!!!!!!! part 2 part 2 part 2!!!

pt.1 is here

I would like to state that I'm literally just throwing myself into this and letting the thoughts blurb; so if it seems messy, loose, or unorganized its bc I am trying my best :) sorry in advance for anything that may seem plot-holey, geographically incorrect, etc. please feel free to comment on my use of language, setting, wtv— I love feedback and want you guys to enjoy it!!!

this one is also a bit longer tee-hee, and also more revoling around you!

cw: more of konig being a stalker, more talk of kidnap and the like, very brief mention of a daddy kink/use of daddy as a title (its more of a sugar baby kinda way, but hes also just gross), he wants to take full advantage of you, he is very nasty but he loves you so :3

no sex.. yet.

You were a smart girl, but maybe if you were a smarter girl, you wouldn't find yourself staring at an empty message log— thumbs dancing over the screen while you gnaw, and gnaw, and gnaw at that pretty lower lip.

It's insane of you, you think. Giving salt to the interest of a stranger, a man who was clearly dangerous— could so obviously kill you given the chance— one you'd caught glances of during your shifts, always seeming to show up only when you work.. But— Christ.

  The years had not been kind, and being a girl settling into her early twenties, a totally foreign land to start a new life in— not a single soul to keep her warm— well, it embeds a certain sense of desperation. Perfect for men like König. Who, of course, could barely handle a woman under any legitimate means.

Inexperience dripped off of you like a waning ooze, glistening with incompetence for what you could be experiencing— a misted perfume that engulfed you, an aura that "spooked" most anyone anywhere near your age. It kept you at lengthy reach from others, and plastic toys had become your only solace in the pariah'ed life you've lived.

Not him, though, it drew him in— and he could taste it on his tongue, swirl it against his gums and swallow like the loveliest shot of Jager. You would be his favorite spirit to indulge in, and all you needed to do was speak.

He already knew your name, of course he did; so when you texted him— confirming that, yes, this was the cute girl from the diner, and frivolously providing your sweet name in your fluster— it didn't surprise him, but it did make him purr with satisfaction. You were so much closer now, so much easier to bend to his will than you could imagine.

Retirement wouldn't be too bad, it seemed.

Perfect, actually, when he really thought about it. Enough savings in the bank to keep him comfortable until he died of old age, or took an unexpected bullet in the neck; and with the added addition of you? Oh, he was going to bask in heaven's light every night. God had sent him his very own angel— maybe he'd pray, just to say thanks.

He wasn't worried about you not liking him— no, not a bit. It wasn't a choice in his mind, either you liked him, or you didn't… and what he had in mind for if you didn't — well.. it was a particularly nasty thing, and he certainly wasn't bringing it up in therapy. Lest he enjoy the comfort of a solitary, padded room with a jacket to match his confinement— maybe even a damp cell, if they felt so generous.

He was going to have you, whether he had to chain you up in his basement, chain you to his bed post, adorn you with a proximity collar— it didn't. matter.

He was going to have you, and you would have him— a smart girl like you would understand, right? He only wants what's best for you.

That's why he followed you home tonight. Silly girl, don't you know you should take the trolley? There's so many bad, scary men out here— you're lucky he watches your every step, and memorizes the direct path to your home from the shadows, someone could hurt you, sweet girl— and he'd have to make a mess, just for you.

He even watched as you poised your fingers to text him, that sharp sight was a blessing— and observing you as you gnaw at your bottom lip until it swelled was stored into a deep, dark part of his mind for later. Ever still, he found it so amusing how oblivious you were— you should really scan your surroundings more.

Though, when he made it to your home— he found a deep frown tugging at him. Oh, this simply would not do. This was not the place to be for his princess, his darling girl— no, not at all.

This rundown complex was much too grimy for one as stunning as you, everything paled in comparison to you— of course it did, nothing mattered like you— but this was just.. sad, nobody as lovely as you deserved to be so impoverished. The dappled foundation, the assumed stench of cigarettes that must cling to the walls within— he had to get you out of there, and fast.

He almost considered marching in right then, ripping you from the safety of your supposed "home"— but he knew better of it. You needed to be won delicately, you were so sweet, but wracked with nerves like a stumbling fawn— one wrong move, a step too quick, and you'd bolt— he could smell fear, and you held it like a cross to bear. That didn't keep him from feeling angry, however.

He was going to pray, offer thanks, but not anymore. No gracious lord would allow such divinity to suffer like this— no self-proclaimed "God of Man" would allow their subject to wallow in such filth. His sweet girl, he was going to give you much more— so much more than this. He would do what God had failed to. He would help you to understand the divinity of man— and what he had to offer. Father was roiling in his grave at the sacrilege.

That was a nice piece to chew on as he walked back to his car— of course he parked elsewhere, home was much too far to walk from— stuck in a wish-washy daydream of you worshipping him, kneeled at his feet and devoted just as you should be. He'd make it better, he'd make it all better, you need only give him time.

— What are you doing tomorrow night, maus?

He texts, already churning with ideas. Most of them are to capture you, of course, but we've established this— we can't do this. However, he is on the more mundane side of things, wondering how he can somehow pay your rent for a few months— or atleast until he can coax you out of that fucking hellscape in the worst part of town. Regardless, totally normal, gentleman-like, things.

— I work a shift from 17:30-21:00 tmrw night :( but I'll be free after work!!

You're even cute with the way you text, so fitting of you— it makes him chuckle, especially with how quickly you'd replied. In his mind, you're hovering over the phone, jumping at every notification in hopes of it being him.

— No worries, little one, I'd like for you to get your rest. Maybe I could walk you home tomorrow, get to know each other?

He's as articulate as ever, feeling as if you'd appreciate his use of grammar and pronunciation— he hopes you read books, he'd buy you a million books, make you read to him while he bounced you on his knee— maybe you'd call him daddy, if he spoiled you enough. He had so many plans for you, it almost made his head hurt, though his cock absorbed most of his rushing blood.

— That would be lovely :)

It would be, wouldn't it? He'd already walked you home now, you just hadn't known it (you'd never know,) and he'd be able to spend tomorrow evening staring at you the whole time— hence why he memorized the path, and for.. other reasons; but those weren't currently relevant, now were they?

— Good. See you then, Engel.

He could see you now, punching these little nicknames into a poorly guided translator— the blush smattering across your soft little cheeks, your eyes creasing as you couldn't help that smile— God, even the small things about you made his palms itch. He was so excited to have you, hold you, touch and use you when he got close enough. It wouldn't be long now.

He was always so good at planning things.

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The following evening was a rampage. A festival, perhaps, had ripped through the small town— something about music, either way, the streets were eruptive with fervor.

You, just starting out here, are not well accustomed to this area's cultures— and when the café becomes swamped? Well, you're definitely fritzing for some form of substance. Anything to keep a smile on your face while grown adults trash your place of work, and the surrounding area, in a drunken wake. For crying out loud, you barely knew the language here, and people tend to forget any English instruction they've had once a fiery drink hits their system.

Austria. It'd be the death of you.

Forced to close early due to the mess— much to the dismay of drunk, middle-aged men looking for something greasy to fill their maws— the last hour of your day was spent putting a rag to the wall, the floors, the windows; anything your mind could think of, it had to be cleaned. Tired was an understatement, and 'aching' could not be a severe enough adjective for the sensation settling in your joints.

Maybe if you were a more aggressive person, you'd take it out on your manager. Take a bottle of bleach and splash it in his eyes, maybe a bit of strangulation— that was always on the forefront of your concious— and especially now, as he stood outside and lackadaisically sweeped at the "dirty" corner the building sat on. The lazy fuck, can't even make a proper payroll— the bleach sounded a bit more enticing.

You of course shove these thoughts into the supply closet, along with all the other cleaning products that had been collected from their strewn about positions across the diner. It was almost time to go home, maybe ten minutes or so— and you were getting paid for your last hour, come hell or high water. Rent didn't pay itself, and you almost wish you hadn't treated yourself last night to delivery with that tip König slipped to you— could've been handy.

If only you knew how he was itching to have you practically keep his wallet, you'd find out soon anyways.

You stood behind the bar, leaned into it with a placid expression on your face— slumped and tired, and there was no taming your hair. You partially wanted to cancel the little walk you had so eagerly agreed too, but thought better of it— exhaustion ate at you, however, almost in an irritable sense. The urge to cancel just got stronger, and stronger.

Until he was spotted down the street, that almost completely soured your mood— had not the very sight of him set your pulse to palpitate uncomfortably quick. You took a minute to really observe him, at least from a far. He was giant, no doubt about it— regardless of your size or shape, he dwarfed you, and he didn't have to be up close and personal to tell.

His face was mostly obscured, little black mask hanging across his features— this time around though, no sunglasses to hide his eyes— you were fluttering with excitement at the thought of someone's eyes, Jesus, you're kinda weird. Desperate girl, aren't you?

Regardless, he seemed a bit more.. exposing of himself— and, he was here before the agreed time, like an actual fucking man would do.

Huh, maybe the big giant wasn't a bad choice.

Maybe you just didn't know him well enough.

— Schatz! Nice to see you..

He was warm, inviting. If you didn't have sense in your head, you'd climb into his strong-looking arms, beg him to carry you home like a whiny child— of course, you didn't. Only offering him a smile, and taking his arm as he offered it— the sight making your heart stir a little more.

— Nice to see you too, König. I hope it wasn't too much trouble getting here, I know it's a mess out here right now.

You laugh, but you feel almost guilty for making him come all this way. Yes, he offered, yes, he came here anyways— but Innsbruck during a music festival wasn't exactly.. controlled, and he didn't seem to be the type to like crowds. Something you understood, and sensed very quickly.

— Nonsense, even more of a reason for me to accompany you, little one. Keep you safe.

He gives your arm a squeeze with his free hand, it's soft, gentle— so unexpected from hands that looked as if they could rip your throat out. A frisson of heat creeped it's way up your spine. You'd never been the type to depend on someone, or need someone— but hearing him speak that way.. it was definitely flipping some form of switch inside you.

— You're very kind.

You hum in response, taking a step closer to him as you walked— and he kept his eyes on you the whole time, the route burned into his mind. Though, your phrase did not fall on deaf ears— and he had to keep himself from shoving his tongue down your throat right there— you cannot say things like that to him, you are too good and pure.

— To you, at the very least.

— Why's that?

— Why not?

Banter could be good for the soul, and you almost felt desperate when he looked down to you— eyes creasing from what could only be a smirk. You felt flustered under his gaze, small and compact, but.. safe. Watched over, and protected.

Something about his eyes, his demeanor— the way he so graciously walked you along and made sure you didn't step on a single crack or bump in the sidewalk— it tip, tip, tipped you over into a fuzzy headspace you hadn't felt before. Something small, something compact, something malleable.

— Dunno. Men aren't usually kind.

— Boys, then. You are much too beautiful to be handled by a boy.

You cocked a brow at his statement, an amused chuckle leaving your tired lips. He was a strange man, no doubt caring, but even you could tell he harbored things— kept himself from saying and doing things that might be taken incorrectly, or be downright abhorrent. You should be afraid of him, you should run for the hills and scream for help, you should sense the predator who already has his claws dug deep into your skin. 

But you don't, and you don't think you ever would.

Call it string theory, call it hope, call it desperation or an offered entrail— but you placed faith in him, praying that he wouldn't make decorations of your guts— because something more spoke to you, something outside of the two of you held you together steadfast. Mother had always told you to heed universal implications.

— Are you from around here, König?

— Nein, places like this..? eh, not my style. The mountains are much quieter, prettier.

Just how far had this guy traveled? Innsbruck had mountains, yeah, but it wasn't the most secluded of places— quiet didnt exist here. You had to gauge that maybe he blew in from Salzburg, it got less noisy and more rocky the further you went along the North chain. Either way, it was clear to you now that he wasn't just strolling about, he definitely had an agenda.

— Mm. Quite right, starting to regret settling down in such a busy area. I've always enjoyed the quiet.

— Agreed.. What brings you to Austria, Maus?

A good question, a fine one. You didn't know, you got a lump sum from a dead relative— and took off running. America never suited you, and the country was falling to ruins; what would you have stayed for?

— Something refreshing.

— ..And that is..?

— Sights, sounds, self-recognition- I'm unsure, but it's better than home.

He seemed to understand that, a knowing hum vibrating through the berth of his chest. He curled your arm closer to his body, your hip brushing against him as he took an even, slow pace— clearly difficult for him, but you could only move so fast.

The closeness felt nice in that moment, like it was unnecessary to share words— just enough had been said. It was a different sensation flowing through you. Yes, to be frank, you'd been lusting over him since he gave you his number— a little attention can go a long way— but it was different. That feeling of safety was blanketed with another— familiarity.

— Any family, libeling?

— Estranged, haven't spoken to them in years.

Another knowing hum, but it was followed by an amused sound— a chuckle. If the melancholy of the fact hadn't been refreshed, the sound would've made you pounce like a starved animal. He was attractive as all hell— and you didn't even need to see his full face.

— What's funny?

You try not to sound offended, you aren't, not really. Though, his amusement is of interest to you.

— Nothing, I assure you. It just seems that you and I are very similar. You are an interesting little thing.

— Ha! I'm as face value as they come, I promise you that.

— Don't be so humble, it's unnecessary for a lovely girl like you. I'll be the judge of that.

It was almost as if he was scolding you, but you brushed it off with an amused huff of air— leaning into his shoulder as he walked you along. You could stop his heart with such a thing, you saw him so much differently than others, didn't you? What a rare girl you were.

He wound an arm over your shoulder, pulling you into him. He was surprised by his own boldness, but the energy you held was so.. comforting, something in his core shook at the sensation— like a blockage finally being relieved. It could only get sweeter when you returned the gentle grasp, slipping an arm over his slender back.

— I.. this made my night better. Thank you.

You blushy little angel, of course, of course, anything for you. Oh, he needed to give you the world. He'd start a war for you— his very own Helen of Troy.

— Of course, sweet girl. Need to make sure you get home safe and happy, ja?

You laugh and squeeze his side, and he's pushing down another round of nasty thoughts like burning tequila. You have him chomping at the bit for every artifice of your affection.

— Such a gentleman..

— As I was raised to be, Schatz.

It burns him when he has to drop you off at that complex.. again. He wants nothing more than to take you home, invite you to a bed much-too-big, suffocate you in thread counts your wallet couldn't fathom— but it was much too soon, and you were much too angelic for him to ever want to spook you.

It burns you in turn, looking up at him with a shy smile. You want to invite him in, have him over for the night— but it seems you both agree on the terms of "much too soon", and you can't help but feel insecure at the.. state.. of your livingspace. It's nothing lavish, and it's moorish— maybe some other time.

— We should do this again.. I enjoyed this.

— I agree, liebling. Let me know when you work next, hm? Or maybe when you're free, I'll come visit you.

He made you feel as blushy as a school-girl, like you were a gift wrapped in fine bows just for him.

— I'll send you my schedule.

— Guten Mädchen.. I'll see you later then.

And, as if the gods had their hands on your shoulders, he leaned in— pulling his mask down just enough to kiss the top of your head before swiftly moving it back into place, and giving your cheek a quick brush with his thumb. Your skin was on fire, that cheek was never getting washed again.

Good fucking God, coming undone at the smallest touch, are we?

— Goodnight-! Get home safe..

He was already halfway down the block, damn, he's fast.

You're already getting obsessed, damn, he's good.

[kitixie]

the swordsman

plot: you are Rhaenyras bastard sister, and throughout the years of adulthood you have developed a love for sword fighting. this does not go unnoticed by Aemond, who has a special interest in you that he would never dare to speak of.

warnings/tags: large age gap (like 15 years age gap), denied orgasm, nephew/aunt 'ncest, rough lovin, 18+ only pls, HEAVY SMUT

extra: this is my first time writing for Aemond, I kind of shaped him how he is on the show and also how I want him to be lol. I hope y'all enjoy, and please feel free to leave request, comments, or critiques! ty! The edit I posted earlier is the ages/faces I imagine them as, but feel free to obviously imagine y/n as yourself, I hope you all enjoy!

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Past

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"The bastard sister of Rhaenyra Targaryen" had been a title that lingered over your head throughout your entire life. The life you lived wasn't as horrible as the title, and for that much you were grateful. You were raised by Viserys, of course, and sweet Aemma had decided you'd be taken in when Viserys' mistress arrived at the Red Keep that night. Your mother was covered in blood from her waist down, and her skin was paler than the moon. She had attempted to give birth on her ownsome, only to realize that you were going to be born feet first. When she arrived to the Keep that night, she had given birth before the sun rose and had passed away before luch was served that day.

Rhaenyra was 3 when you were born, and the two of you grew together, and the closeness you both shared was something Viserys wished to see between he and Daemon.

Over the years, you grew up with Rhaenyra and Alicent, although you spent most of your time becoming an exemplary swordsman with the help of your Uncle Daemon. You preferred the structre of armour and the sharpness of blades as opposed to soft dresses and flouncy hairstyles. Not that you couldn't dress up, you enjoyed doing so every now and then, you just weren't as active in the social scene as the other two girls, and why would you be? You were a bastard, and that was that.

When Aemma died, your heart shattered. You spent days coddling beside Rhaenyra, and Alicent on occasion. You poured out all the love inside your body to them, and even though this was the second mother you had lost, you were determined to remain strong. While losing Aemma hurt, it did not compare to the betrayl and rage you felt when it was announced that Alicent would be marrying Viserys. She had been your and Rhaenyras best friend, for what felt like a lifetime, and she let her father and his schemes ruin that.

When Rhaenyra was set to be married, you went through loss again, but only after having one of the best times of your life travelling with her and Ser Criston. You knew of all that happened between them, as Rhaenyra was not one to keep secrets from you, but you had a better hold on your tongue than Criston, as time would prove.

Both Alicent and Rhaenyra had wonderful families, and you had grown quite close with your nephew Aegon, and niece Helaena. Your other nephew however, Aemond, had mostly denied any of your attempts at a friendship. Although he was a loner, and over the years had grown into quite an asshole, you still wished to know him.

Present Day

...

The training yard was swarming with men on this inordinatley hot morning, and the air reeked of musk.

Earlier this morning, you had opened the doors to your balcony to feel of the weather and upon your immediate suffocation by heat, you decided that it was a hair up kind of day. You had dressed in your most androdgynous tunic and armour, as you knew that today it would be tricky to get a fight in. Aemond was going to be fighting with Criston today, and it was an event that everyone in the yard had been babbling about all week. Not that you weren't excited to see the match as well, but you also preferred to be in the action instead of watching it. Most people gave you no flack about being a woman, especially those who had been at the unappealing end of your sword before. But the one person, who without fail, would prevent you from fighting today, was your very own nephew, Aemond Targaryen. Whenever he was in the public training yard, he would create an entire debacle about you being allowed to fight. Always the one to spit fire back at fire, you would esclate the scene. He never had a valid reason that you shouldn't be swinging a sword, he just always simply said:

"I don't wish to see it."

That line was burt into your memory and the heat that rose to your face thinking about it proved how much you were dreading going to the yard today. But, regardless, the helmet you wore slid down over your braided bun and you went on your way.

Arriving at the yard, the energy from the groups of men was palpable. You could almost see the testosterone flowing in the air, the bulk of it oozing from the smug face of your nephew.

Aemond stood twenty paces from you, in the center of the yard. He was casually chatting with Ser Criston and some other Lord that you didn't recognize. His posture was that of someone with confidence, with his chest out and shoulders slightly leaned back. The small group finished thier conversation just in time for the yard clerk to ring the bell, suggesting it was time for Aemond and Criston to begin sparring.

...

Ser Criston swung his morningstar violently toward Aemond, who with one quick swipe of his sword sliced the ball from the chain. He rounded on Criston, bringing the tip of his blade to his neck. Criston waved his arm in surrender, and the fight was over. The entire time you had been watching, observing, right from the front row of the circle. It was a brave move, especially since you had hopes to fight that day, but you couldn't help yourself. The way Aemond moved, and glided around the ring was something of another world. He looked so enticing, almost as if he was engaged in a dance with his partner.

After Ser Criston surrendered, Aemond got cocky. He began scanning the circle for some other opponent to pick a fight with, and for a brief second, you had hoped he wouldn't chose you. But as fate would have it, wearning new armour that day had it's benefits.

"You, do you fight?" Aemond bellowed, drawing the attention of the whole crowd. He had the tip of his sword pointed directly at your chest plate.

"Yes." Was the only word able to stumble out of your mouth, and thankfully so, because it seemed as though Aemond hadn't recognized your voice.

"Then get in the ring, if you're man enough."

Aemond was taunting you. You couldn't let him win the mental battle, or else the physical one may as well already end with your neck stuck on his blade.

Carefully, you stepped into the circle, surrounded by men. The sword on your hip, called Craven, was a gift from your Uncle. He had given it to you the first time you truly beat him in combat, without him letting you win. Craven served as a reminder that you truly were one of the best, possibly even better than Aemond.

...

All you could remember was the bell ringing, then swords clashing. The irritating sound of metal going against metal, and the slight puffs of breath coming from your mouth. You could remember Aemond taking a bold strike at you, and it connected, landing square on the shoulder of your armour, but not before your sword sliced the front of Aemonds legs. The both of you hit the ground, facing each other. He, having cut through your armour and tunic, had left both your right collarbone and breast out to the open. You, having sliced the skin of his thighs, merely left a flesh wound that would not be near as painful as the embarassment you were to suffer once your helmet was removed and your identity was revealed.

You were correct. As soon as Ser Criston covered your breast and removed your helmet, and your braids fell down along your shoulders, the look you recieved from Aemond made you wish he had cut your throat instead. He was glaring at you, and even though a large cut went across both of his thighs, he still managed to stand. He trudged his was over to you and Criston, shoving him out of the way. He grabbed the braids that hung down, and began pulling. He pulled you by your hair all the way from the middle of the yard to the steps, where only then did he stand you to your feet, and take an even harsher grasp on your bicep.

...

Aemond forced open the door to his chambers, shoving you inside. your hands a knees hit the floor, and you could hear the door shut behind you. Not daring to turn around, you soon again felt Aemonds hands run through you hair, before harshly pulling, bringing the back of your head up to his waistline. The pommel of his sword was poking the back of your head, and that along with the rough grip he had on your head made you quite light headed.

"Tell me dear Aunt, in what world you thought fighting me would end up pleasantly for either of us?", he sneered at you. Jerking your head again when you didn't answer fast enough, he yelled,

"Tell me!"

"N-Nephew, I tell you to get a grip on yourself before I get one for you.", You said, silently begging of him to let go of your hair.

"Oh y/n, I want you to get a grip on me," his voice rumbled.

Before you had the opportunity to decipher his words, he explained them with his actions. He released your hair, then hoisting you up by your shoulders. His mouth roughly pressed against yours, and even when struggling with all your might you couldn't seem to get away. His hands moved from crushing your arms to framing your jaw. He held onto your face, and even as you pulled away, he just kept coming back.

Soon enough, you gave in. The fighting was useless, and it wasn't as if you weren't enjoying what was happening. Aemond was the handsomer of your two nephews, and he was the one you had always been curious about. Who knew that the reason he didn't want to speak with you is because everytime he saw yours eyes, his cock swelled in his pants.

By this time, he had led you over to his massive bed, and you could feel the edge of the fine blanket touching your legs. You were briefly able to pull away and look him in the eye, only to notice that his eyepatch had come off. In its place was the most beautiful sapphire jewel you had ever seen. You ran your fingers over his eye and scar, before he caught your wrist with his long fingers.

"If you truly wish to not do this, tell me and it will all be forgotten. I am not my savage brother, I would not force this on you.", Aemond spoke.

You were too focused on his jewel to even hear his words. You could feel the heat in your belly grow almost as fast as the moisture between your legs. You kissed Aemonds mouth, and then moved to his ear,

"Feel my pussy and see how bad I wish to do this.", Your voice whispered, and somehow it managed to not crack.

Aemond backed his face away from yours, a look of shock running across it. He saw your seriousness, and dove back in towards your lips. He pulled the damaged armour from your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. The took the fabric of your tunic in his hands, and ripped it in half, all the while keeping his lips firmly attatched to yours. His hands explored your body, feeling the swells of your breasts against his palms, and the hardness of your nipples rolling beneath his fingertips. He trailed his mouth down the side of your neck, leaving hot breaths and kisses in its path. He reached your collarbone, where the slightest bit of blood was falling from the scrape his sword had made. He licked the blood clean with his tongue, and contiuned his journey downwards. His mouth met your nipples, harshly suckling and pulling at them with his teeth. A breathy moan came from your mouth, and he kept sucking in hopes of getting to hear it again. He moved to the other side, leaving bites and bruises scattered across your chest, each one eliciting a sweet, sweet sound from your mouth.

He dropped to his knees, and with his hands on your hips, pushed you on to the bed. He grabbed your thighs and pulled the towards him, letting them rest over his shoulders. He licked and kissed up the inner parts of both of your thighs, and stopped for a brief moment when he noticed your death grip on his sheets.

"y/n, has a man never touched you before? I assumed since you were older and related to my whore of a step-sister you must have joined her on her explotative journeys," Aemond spoke, still softly kissing the inside of your thighs.

You sat up, and without thinking, slapped Aemond clear across the face. No one should talk about Rhaenyra that way, but that thought was immedieatly followed by 'no one should ever slap the prince either'.

Aemond kept his face stoic, before he turned his head back to you and shoved you back down by your shoulders. He feasted on your cunt like a starved wildling, licking, sucking and biting his way around your area. You could already feel a bubble start to build in your stomach, and soon you were a withering, moaning mess. You pulled at the white strands of Aemonds hair that you could reach, and he seemed okay with that. He kept devouring you, until finally you screamed his name. Just as the last syllable of his name dropped from your mouth, and just a millisecond before you were about to cum on his face, he stopped. He drew back, and just stood, staring at you. He slowly leaned over your body, and whispered,

"Don't you ever fucking hit me again, are we clear y/n?"

"Yes," You responded breathily, still on intense edge from your denied pleasure.

"Yes, what?" Aemond spoke, softly tracing his fingers over your facial features.

"Yes, my Prince." You whispered.

One of Aemonds hands went to your throat, and the other hoisted your legs around his hips. He lined his throbbing cock at your enterance, and without any warning, thrusted his hips all the way in.

"Sorry Princess, it's easier just to get the pain over with." He spoke, as you writhed underneath him and moaned out in pain.

Soon after, the pain turned to slight pleasure, and his fullness felt welcoming. You finally gave the word to move, and he did. His thrust started slow, allowing you to fully stretch to accomidate him. He sped up, only at your request, more like only at your begging. You clawed your nails on his back, as he continued to ram into you. His pressure on your throat was rough, but tolerable. You drifted between seeing him clearly and the corners of your vision fogging up, and you realized he had done this to someone else before, that he truly knew what he was doing. A slight pang of jealousy hit you, but the hits of his hips against your pelvis soon made that fade away.

He stopped once again, as you were about to reach your climax, for a second time. This time though, was not from cruelty, but rather from his desire to see himself fucking you from behind. He instruced you to flip over, and get on your knees, with your hands behind your back. With one hand, he grabbed your joined wrist, and with the other hand, he placed a harsh smack on your ass cheek.

"See, it's not fun when people hit us is it?", He scolded. You felt like a child despite being 15 years his senior.

He stopped talking, and once again began running himself off into your pussy. He reached around your hips and his fingers found your clit, and he toyed with it for a while until he found himself pumping his load inside of you.

He withdrew his cock, and rolled you over. You closed your eyes and waited patiently for him to begin again, only to open them a few seconds later to find Aemond across the room, putting bandages on his legs, and then putting on his trousers.

"Excuse me?", You spoke, and Aemond turned around to face you with a strange look in his eye.

"Yes, my Princess?" He said, still more focused on buttoning his pants than on you.

"I didn't cum, why did you stop?" You asked, hoping it was a misunderstanding.

"I know you didn't. I stopped because first you fought me when I have made it known you should not be able to fight, and second, you slapped me. Why would I let you finish on my cock after you have been so bad?" He spoke, the words of his calculated response flowing out perfectly.

He had never intended on you getting a climax, only himself, you were just the vessel he chose to get there.

"But, maybe if you act good we can do this again and I'll give you a more pleasant experience." He spoke again, this time finishing buttoning his shirt.

Aemond stood by the door, scribbling on a small piece of paper before he looked at you, and then exited the room. You stood, made your way over to the paper and read:

Princess,

Come back again tonight and I promise it will be more fun.

- Your Prince, A.T.

[mattulrichskeetlillard]

Hello! Welcome to my Stuilly Blog!

This is a master list of some of my fav stuilly fics I've written ((some of these are +18 nsfw mdni check the desc!! Be safe everyone))

This is sort of an intoduction to me/my writing in this fandom. I have more fics I'm not posting, like incomplete works, wips, etc.

This blog in particular is just gonna be scream interactive. Feel free to say hi to me! Give me prompts or headcanons you'd like to see in a fic and I'll do my best. Have fun :D

Fractured

Stats:

Posted Jan. 10st

1.6k words

POV Billy Loomis [not first person, I never write first person (((she said; in first person lol)))]

Rated for Mature Audiences for: violence, graphic descriptions of animal death, animal gore

Desc: Set right after Billy's mom left, Billy knows he can't cope with his feelings in a healthy way and takes his best friend out hunting with him. It all falls to shit, and Stu is unexpectedly there for Billy just when he needs him the most.

My very first Stuilly fic ｡ﾟ(ﾟ＾Д＾ﾟ)ﾟ｡

Still holds a special place in my heart <3

ugh don't get me started

Stats:

Posted Jan. 15rd

1.5k words

POV Stuart Macher

Rated E for Everyone

Objectively Adorable

Desc: Stu rants to Billy about his day, Billy just lets him talk. It's a perfect lazy, cozy day

Zero angst, if you just want a warm fuzzy fic with Stu and Billy in love, that's exactly what this is

bro pull over let me kiss you on the lips

Status:

Posted Jan 21th

2.8k words

POV Billy Loomis

Rated Teen for mild language and general teenage bullshit like 'feelings' or whatever

Includes: Flustered!Billy Loomis with a crush. Ooh yummy

Desc: Billy gets his first car and kidnaps Stuart for an impromptu date. This better go well.

No notes, I just really like this one. Short and sweet

my love for you is blood soaked

Stat:

Posted three days after Mario Day [Mar 13st]

15.15k words

POV Stu Macher

Rated Nsfw for that one sex scene in the middle #BottomBillyxTopStu

Desc: Stu keeps getting notes from a secret admirer and with the choice between his emotionally constipated """secret""" boyfriend and his overly affectionate girlfriend, he's sure he knows who they're from. He's fucking wrong lol

Stu is a little obtuse but its for plot and its in a "naw Billy would never say this, its gotta be Tate" kind of way

Stu. Babe. That man is SO GAY for you its insane. Idk how he could have been more clear honestly

This one's just dumb fun, not meant to be taken seriously, I love it so much. I'm super proud of her

Thanks for checking my stuff out if you did, I'm probably working on a fic (always writing lol) but I have been known to take breaks from posting schedules to release a quick one-shot or something like that. Feel absolutelty free to leave me prompts or recs or something you'd want me to write, okay thank you bye

That's all folks!

[incubaeswriting]

RP SEARCH (Always Open!)

Hi there! I'm Matthew/Dean/Incubae and my pronouns are He/Him. I've been roleplaying for 5+ years, and roleplay only in literate style on Discord. My responses range upwards of 2 paragraphs, though I really prefer long, detailed posts. I am 18, and only rp with people also 18+. I'm an aspiring novelist and love to talk about my characters and WIPs, but will also greatly invest myself in roleplays. I am interested in both fandom and oc rps. I'm open to ccxoc doubling or ocxoc or ccxcc. I'll put a list of my fandoms below.

I'd like to mention that, even though I don't want the plot to revolve around it, I prefer my roleplays to have smut/nsfw elements and if that makes you uncomfortable, please don't start writing with me. I write switches and prefer if you do the same, though if you're going to prefer writing one role over the other, I ask that it be top.

Open communication is important to me outside of roleplay. I get busy every now and then and will make sure to notify you if that happens. If something in my roleplay style is not to your liking, please tell me, as I'm open to changing it.

Now onto characters and fandoms I'm in! I'm pretty open to most ships and am a multishipper so let me know if you'd like to do a ship and we can discuss it. I'm also open to poly relationship rps.

Also, you'll notice I only play nonwomen characters, this is because I'm trans, and playing women tends to give me dysphoria. I prefer to write nonwomanxnonwoman pairings, but if we are doubling feel free to play an OC that identifies as a woman!

Key: ❤️- Characters I'd like to write against. 🖤 - Characters I can write. Keep in mind all characters will be played 18+ of age and I WILL NOT rp as minors so don't ask.

Harry Potter ❤️🖤- Draco Malfoy ❤️🖤- Harry Potter ❤️🖤- George Weasley ❤️🖤- Lucius Malfoy 🖤- Severus Snape 🖤-Sirius Black

Marvel Cinematic Universe ❤️🖤- Loki Odinson ❤️🖤- Thor Odinson ❤️🖤- Tony Stark ❤️🖤- Bucky Barnes 🖤- Peter Parker 🖤- Stephen Strange 🖤- Steve Rogers 🖤- Deadpool 🖤- Pietro Maximoff 🖤- Vision 🖤- Bruce Banner 🖤- Clint Barton

Spider-Verse ❤️🖤- Miguel O'Hara ❤️🖤- Spider-Man Noir ❤️🖤- Peter B. Parker ❤️🖤- Hobie Brown 🖤- Miles Morales 🖤- Pavitr Parker

Stranger Things ❤️🖤- Steve Harrington ❤️🖤- Eddie Munson ❤️🖤- Billy Hargrove ❤️🖤- Jim Hopper

Baldurs Gate 3 ❤️🖤- Astarion ❤️🖤- Halsin ❤️🖤- Raphael 🖤- Gale 🖤- Wyll

Overwatch ❤️🖤- Ramattra ❤️🖤- Sigma ❤️🖤- Cole Cassidy ❤️🖤- Soldier 76 ❤️🖤- Reaper 🖤- Hanzo Shimada 🖤- Genji Shimada 🖤- Junkrat

If you're interested please add me on discord and hmu! My discord is incubae_

[drill-teeth-art]

Since you think about cassetticons, and Frenzy and Rumble specifically, a lot; do you also consider their relations with Soundwave, not just between the two? Related, are there any Soundwave ideas and headcanons you'd like to share, perhaps? = 3

I don't post that much of my writing very often other than summaries of my plot ideas and headcanons, but I actually have been writing about a cassettes and Soundwave origin story just in my spare time for fun! I'll put an excerpt from that under the cut with some other headcanons! But in summary, my headcanon is that Soundwave met the cassettes it carries over time on Cybertron before the war.

First it met Ratbat, who is older than it and an appraiser of spare parts and vintage gadgets. Ratbat took a liking to it and decided to stick with it on its personal quest to find some other cassettes to work with too. Then they met Rumble and Frenzy in a stretch of wasteland separating the duo's old work site from large Cybertronian cities. The two had been crossing the wastes in search of a Cybertronian legend of a cassette home city that would be safe and welcoming to them. During their journey, they had the displeasure of working with a handful of scummy carriers who screwed them over, so they were extremely skeptical of Soundwave at first. But it was the first carrier they met to already have a cassette, so they decided to give it a chance. Soundwave was very surprised when they first leapt into battle to protect it as Ratbat kept it out of the way for emergency repairs. But it had been patient and compassionate as they grew to trust it, so they protected it. Down the road, it met Ravage and Laserbeak and Buzzsaw. I'm still ironing out headcanon details on Soundwave meeting those three, but they also boil down to Soundwave just being an all-star carrier who is sweet to its cassettes.

The Arrival: Soundwave + Cassettes Fan Origin Story (excerpt) content warnings: mentioned betrayal by unnamed carrier, mention of injury and repair, (if there are other content warnings I should add for this excerpt, feel free to let me know)

Ratbat descended towards a small, makeshift camp a ways outside of town and set them down gently before touching down on the ground beside them. They both wobbled a bit on their treads, so Ratbat took them each by a hand. “Come on. Soundwave will get you each a generous portion of energon and look you over for repair,” Ratbat said and approached the tent. Rumble wrenched his hand free and grumbled a bit. “Repair?!” “Yes,” Ratbat turned his head to face Rumble and looked at him quizzically. “You both look battered. You should at least let Soundwave check your vital systems.” Frenzy whined a bit. “Can’t you do it?” “Yeah. I don’t want any carrier’s, good for nothing, articulated servos poking around my hardware, got it?” Rumble hissed. Ratbat understood their anxiety. He knew it wasn’t about Soundwave. They hadn’t even met Soundwave yet. They seemed to have been brutally betrayed by their last carrier, so he figured they wouldn’t be too keen on a new one. But they did need repairs. “I can only do so much as I’m not a repair specialist. Soundwave is excellent at cassette repair, so I think you should let it give you a look. I promise, if you say to stop something, it will. And I’ll stay there with you the whole time.” The two cassettes still looked skeptical. “It repaired my reels recently,” Ratbat told them. Reel repair was a very delicate process. The cassettes knew that very well. They only had their reels repaired once or twice at their old job site, and they hadn’t let a single carrier do it for them. Ratbat nodded when they looked at him with surprise. “Yes. One of my tape reels slipped out of place when I was blasted out of the sky by some trigger happy jerk,” he explained and the two cringed at the thought, knowing how much that hurt. “But Soundwave put it right back in place. Not a bit of damage to my other hardwave. See?” He opened up a panel on his chest plate for them to see. They leaned in a bit. His reels were neatly in place, and Frenzy pointed a bit where a few small parts had been replaced since the replacement parts were a lighter color than the rest. Ratbat nodded again and closed up his chest panel. “That must’ve taken a few cycles…” Rumble said, surprised at the skilled repair job. “Indeed,” Ratbat replied, smiling softly. “But Soundwave cares very much. And as you can tell, it took the time and effort to do the repair just right. So I assure you, if you allow it to do your repairs, it will not harm you.” The two cassettes looked at each other and nodded a bit. “Where’s this Soundwave bot? We wanna meet it,” Rumble asked. “Just through here. In the tent,” Ratbat gently took Rumble’s hand and led both cassettes inside the large tent. Rumble and Frenzy were surprised to see Soundwave right inside. It probably was close enough to have heard the whole conversation, and the cassettes weren’t sure if it had tuned it out or not. When they entered, it turned its head some to face them. They flinched a bit. It was the biggest carrier they’d ever seen. “As I told you over our frequency, these are the bots who were at the auction house. They need some energon and probably repair as well,” Ratbat nodded at Soundwave. Rumble was about to protest that they didn’t need anything from any bot, but he felt his fuel tank grumble and kept his mouth shut. Soundwave nodded at Ratbat and then took out and offered Frenzy and Rumble each a full, big cube of rich energon, something they’d never even seen before. Rumble accepted the offered energon excitedly. He figured he should be more skeptical of the fuel, but he was too low on energy and tired to care. Frenzy grabbed his arm to make him wait for a second, holding their cube in their other arm. He paused as they dipped their finger into their cube to test for hazardous materials. They waited for a few seconds and pulled their finger out. They nodded at Rumble, signaling that it was clear to drink, and they both started to eagerly drink the energon.

End Excerpt

I realized I hardly got into my Soundwave specific headcanons. Mostly focused on the relationships in this answer, but I hope you enjoy :D Thank you for the ask!

[delborovic]

Hello Del! I'm a writer who has a request book on Archive, and I'm stumped on a writing that involves your character that participated in Law of Talos, Rellik.

You may think I need a deep answer to something, something that's utterly plot twisting,

but I just need to know if he has a house in present day. That's it, I literally just don't know if he owns a property or if he wanders the streets and ends up on websites where people post paranormal sitings and people think he's a ghost.

Have a lovely day, Del! I've loved your art for years! <3

Hi there! Ohhhhh the Deep Rellik Lore...! For starters, I must say- regardless of my answer, please feel free to do whatever you'd like with my boy, fic is for exploring what you like and making things your own! ♥ BUT I will give you the answer....

Yes, totally. Rellik is a super homebody and Things last longer than People and he likes stuff. He's accrued a lot of money from being around so long and prefers to have a cozy home base to operate out of (and keep his books and other personal affects).

Though, considering how much trouble vampires can get into... the question is if his current residence is OK or some other shenanigans have occurred. What I'm saying is that Rellik somehow having lost his house and having to bomb in on abandoned places would be both hilarious and he would HATE that, talk about maximum grumpy. He'd prefer most to have a big gothic house on a hill to be Mr Spooky out of, but with the housing market how it is these days ://///

I don't know if that helps, but go forth...!! And good luck with emo vampire!!

Also this is an entire crossover comic with Rel's house and him being particular about it as a plot point LOL

Also thank you so much!!! I'm seriously so floored and honored that people still enjoy these old comics and my boy Rellik-butt and have been checking out my art for that long :) so surreal. Thank you!!! ♥ and have fun!!!

[barananduen-blog]

🎐"Bell Ringing" short drama now online! 🎐 - [Trailer #1 source]

Modern/ancient pastoral fantasy romance ⭐: Li Daikun (his voice, too, lol), Song Fangyuan 🔢: 12 eps (free, 20-29min each); + 3 extras (PPV, ~3min ea) 📺: MangoTV - website, app, and YouTube (good subtitles!) 📺: CCTV and Hunan Satellite TV 📅: MGTV: Feb 22-Mar 3 (end date for VIPs); 4x/week (Thurs-Sun) 📅: CCTV-6 & Hunan TV: Mar 5-Mar 10; 2eps/night, every night

Update Mar 5, 2024: The drama did so well online that it's now on CCTV and satellite TV!🎉🎊

Under the cut: Plot & drama info, more promo images, Trailer #2 with translation, teaser video, shirtless pics (CW: fake wound)

"Tulips mean... I like you!" 🌷🌷

🌷INFO POST #1

Plot, filming, boot and wrap ceremonies, pics:

🌷NEWER PROMOTIONAL IMAGES AND POSTERS

🚨 SPOILER WARNING! 🚨

In true c-drama fashion, the following trailer and teaser video and (especially) their translations are spoilerfic. Basically, you'd know the whole story after watching/reading. The promo images below this point also include spoilers. If you don't want spoilers, stop scrolling now!

🌷TRAILER AND TEASER VIDEO

🌼Trailer #2

Trailer #2 via [LDK_Korea on Twitter]

Machine translation: I don't understand Mandarin. Used Google and Yandex image translators + my edits to try to make it make more sense.

Shen Qi: Is your name Chi Ye? Have we met before? [The bonds of past and present lives] SQ: My name is Shen Qi; Nice to meet you Chi Ye: I've been waiting for you [Waiting for 500 years just to meet again at this place] He who obtains immortality, If he comes in contact with a loved one, The more emotionally invested he becomes, The more his heart will be in pain. [We meet again but I can't fall in love] SQ: Why do I feel like he is avoiding me? (seeing someone in the distance) … It must be him! CY: Do you absolutely need an answer? SQ: Yes, because I like you SQ: You always say you don't like me, but, secretly, do all kinds of things that confuse me. What should I do about you? CY: Can you feel the pain here? SQ: I just feel … an excited heartbeat SQ: Chi Ye, what's wrong with you? Chi Ye! Every time the island guardian touches you, he will be in more and more pain. CY: Xiao Qi… Is there no way you can accept me without physical contact? SQ: I can't. I want to fully be with my other half… to hold hands without restraint, to kiss, to hug! CY: I can give you more. Your words hurt 10,000 times more than the pain in my heart. CY: Xiao Qi… I will never let those regrets from 500 years ago happen again

🌼Teaser Video:

Teaser video via [LDK_Korea on Twitter]

Machine translation: I don't understand Mandarin. Used Google and Yandex image translators + my edits to try to make it make more sense. (Disclaimer bears repeating.)

There are 10,000 ways for the person who loves you to return to your world. A girl on an isolated island falls in love with a man who steals the island's secrets. Shen Qi: Please, don't hurt my people! A girl died under a man's sword to protect her tribe. Five hundred years later, the two meet again. SQ: Is your name Chi Ye? A man saves a girl and they develop a crush on each other. Man confesses to girl Chi Ye: I like you The two get along sweetly. Then, the girl discovers information about her past in a hidden room, and inquires about the man's name. SQ: Then what's your name? Thinking about dying by the man's sword. SQ: Did I die? Unless she makes him fall in love with her. [Note: unsure about this line] Girl remembers her mission from her last life. When his sword points at your people, you must die by his sword. Ridden with guilt, the man melts the island's magical bell and reforges it into a nail to drive it into his own chest. When the wind blows but the bells hanging from the island's bell tree stop ringing, his beloved will wake up again. He waits for her for 500 years... SQ: At what cost? The two of them will never be able to love each other again. Regardless of the spell's prophesy, the two fall in love again in this life. But they can no longer hold each other's hand… Can't help the other up if one falls… They kiss with a pane of glass between them… But that's not all of the punishment. If someone breaks the terms of the contract of fate, lives that were originally spared will be lost. Could people really be such fools? SQ: I have … experienced it myself.

🌷MORE PICS

CW: Big a$$ fake wound

[jaeyeol-be]

hi all! i'm coral, and i go by she/her pronouns <3 it's my first time doing any sort of rp on tumblr, but i'm excited to try it out!

this is jeon jaeyeol, my first ever muse ᵔᴗᵔ he's a studio delta wannabe, part-time flower shop worker, and university student! feel free to read up on his bio here (and i'll throw some more details under the cut)

give this post a ♡ if you'd like to plot! my dms are always open, and i'm always active on my discord as well (feel free to ask for it!)

he was born in '03, and lived a relatively quiet life in the suburbs of daegu as the only child of a close-knit family that ran a flower shop. as such, jaeyeol has a deep connection to flowers, and prefers to arange bold and striking bouquets

his love for dance blossomed while copying the choreography of idol groups he saw growing up

jaeyeol can be a bit impulsive, especially when it comes to dyeing his hair. he's already had blue and red so far (rip to his scalp soon </3)

he is a third year biology student in seoul national university (snu). his parents were okay with him pursuing becoming a trainee, so long as he doesn't neglect his studies

while he's only fluent in korean, jaeyeol wants to learn other languages like english, japanese, mandarin, spanish, and french to better connect to other people. he has a bunch of half-finished language learning exercise books and a 74 day streak on duolingo to attest to it

plots points ➜ 

friends to friends with benefits

anything related to school/campus life!

dancing and training, scenes, can include deep introspective talks about life and why they want to be in the spotlight

a flower shop scene, filled with poorly made flower puns and the brightest bouquet you've ever seen in your life

if romantic, the most excruciating slow burn to have ever slow burned, filled with angst, miscommunication, overthinking, banging your head against the wall, shoujo manga worthy fluff, crying when their pinkies touch, crying (not good) THEMES, dissacociation, and more!

i'll add more to this when i get better at krp i promise ;v;

[nagichi-boop]

My thoughts on the Knuckles series

I want to preface this by saying that if you haven't watched the series yourself and have the means to do so, I suggest watching it yourself and forming your own opinions on the series. The episodes are about 25-30 mins long, so it should take about 3 hours. But if you'd rather give the show a pass, I understand, especially given that so many people have given rather mixed reviews on the series. I don't think I have much to say that hasn't already been said, but I thought I'd share my personal thoughts on the series.

I will be discussing spoilers in this post, though I won't be breaking apart the plot per se. I just want to discuss some thoughts on the series, good and bad, since I know some people have been very harsh on this series. And as a disclaimer, these are personal opinions rather than outright critiques.

For a tldr rating though, I'd give the series like...6.5/10?

Things I Liked

I really enjoyed the plot of the first episode or so. The scenes with the Wachoski family was probably some of my favourites for the series, even if only brief. I wasn't sure that they would include the other characters, so it was nice to see most of them. I wasn't super keen on the GUN agents necessarily, but I thought their story parts were the most enjoyable. I enjoyed watching Wade scheme to save him and immediately fumble the bag, but ultimately sort of recreate his plan? I also appreciated him using the siracha to free himself from the GUN agent since it was starting to wear a little that he seemed utterly incompetent - more on that later.

I once again appreciate the references to the Sonic universe. I only really noticed the Knuckles hat (which if I'm not mistaken is a reference to the OVA cartoon?), but I also saw someone mention Sonic 06 before watching it, which helped me recognise the reference to the game (both Knuckles' power and the creature that I assumed to be Iblis). I also saw a Reddit post pointing out that the alien attack mentioned by the bowling tournament announcers took place 50 years ago, which could be a reference towards Shadow, but it's not outright stated to be that.

The animation was surprisingly good. Part of me thought the animation quality would be off, but it was more or less on par with the movies from what I could see. Some scenes were a little off, but I can't really fault it since they're trying to incorporate an entirely CGI creature interacting with everything, but for the most part it was awesome.

Things I Didn't Like

I think one of my bigger issues with this series was the humour. That's not to say I didn't find it funny, but the constant surreal/cringe humour eventually wears on you. It worked at the beginning because Knuckles and Wade alternated being the 'straight-man', but for the most part, the characters fell into the same 'I'm dumb' type of humour. I don't quite know how to explain what I mean by this, so I guess I'll give a few examples to illustrate what I mean.

There's Knuckles himself, whose 'stupidity' mostly comes from him not fully grasping human culture. There's also Wade Whipple, who is portrayed as an idiot or loser, something he's called by the other characters. There's Jack Sinclair who acts intimidating while still being dumb behind his seriousness, and was the kind of character that seems threatening until they're dethroned, by which time they start wailing like a baby. We see this mostly when Wade is captured and 'duels' with him, only for him to lose and plead with Wade not to take his clothes this sounds really sus out of context. I didn't particularly care for him, which made some scenes drag as Wade's story with him was being addressed, but he's more of a stepping stone character for Wade's development.

I thought Knuckles and Wade themselves were funny for the most part, but it does begin to grate a little when their goofy humour is pretty much all you get. I get that Wade is the underdog guy, but it didn't feel much like he actually grew as a person. I thought perhaps he would learn to be more self-reliant and competent, but even at the end of the series, he mostly just stalled for Knuckles. This sort of ties into the complaint a lot of people have that the series focused less on Knuckles and more on Wade, which I agree with. It was set up at the start that Knuckles was looking to find his home and purpose, but it didn't feel like that was fully explored. It was sort of implied at the end that the Whipple's were his home, but it felt like a lose end more than a solid conclusion. I also wouldn't have minded if Knuckles actually spent time training Wade, but that didn't really happen either. Most of Wade's 'development' happened away from Knuckles, which made Knuckles feel more like a bit character a lot of the time.

And then there's Wanda Whipple. I'll be honest, I really disliked her character. For the first few minutes it was fine, but the entire scene with the Whipple family dinner just felt awkward and annoying to me. It felt like I was watching two children argue, which I suppose was the point, but watching a grown woman act like a child was just uncomfortable and felt like it was dragged out for ages. I think the only scene I found her funny in was towards the end when she dislocated her thumb, but that was about it. Every other scene she was in felt unenjoyable for me, and frankly I hope she's not in the third movie at all (or if she is, please make it short).

I suppose I could sum this complain up as there being too many comedic relief characters without there being straight-man characters to balance out the chaos. The beginning worked well because Sonic, Tails and Maddie worked as straight-men for Knuckles, so it was funny to watch him be a menace since we could see everyone else's reactions. But for the rest of the series, it was mostly just silly humour. Even the 'adult' jokes weren't particularly funny to me (thinking specifically about the metal detector scene), but maybe I'm just not the right demographic for this kind of series? Who knows.

I watched the series with my dad, and I agree with his thoughts on the series. He felt it could have been done in a movie instead of having a tv series that seemed to drag on a lot. I do agree that some scenes felt like they were going on for too long, which at times felt like I wasn't even watching a Sonic series at all. I guess they want to flesh out the characters unique to the movie universe, but it felt a bit weird to have Knuckles barely involved in the plot given the series was named after him.

It's unfortunate because I think that they initially set up something interesting. I thought they'd focus on the GUN agents pursuing Knuckles, with Knuckles training Wade along the way. But the GUN story got shelved almost immediately to focus more on the bowling stuff - Wade and Jack had an awkward sword dual, and Wade had a bowling match with his dad? I honestly thought The Buyer (that ex GUN weapons guy) would be Wade's dad, but instead we randomly got introduced to Pistol Pete...I dunno, it felt weird to me. It felt like they mashed three unfinished stories together into one weird amalgamation.

I feel like they could have focused more on the GUN agents plot. Perhaps they could have clashed a few times with Knuckles and Wade, but ultimately fail over and over. Wade would have learned indirectly from his warrior training to be strong enough to defeat Jack at bowling and show his progression. The GUN agents would be replaced by The Buyer after he grows tired of waiting for them to fulfil their deal, and who would be more of a threat. While that's happening in the background, we could watch the bowling tournament with Jack losing instead, then have The Buyer crash the party like he did in the actual series. But this is all just me brainstorming what I would have done.

Anyways, those are my thoughts. It's a shame since I love the Sonic movies a lot, but I'm not too worried about Sonic 3 based on this series. Jeff Fowler (the writer for the movies) only wrote the first episode of the series, which was arguably the best episode, so I am confident that Sonic 3 will be good. Admittedly it has me a little worried, but I'm trusting them to do Shadow justice with his debut.

Sorry this is such a long rambly post, but hopefully it's cohesive enough to follow for anyone actually reading it.

[ofsunjae]

heyoo it's m (eileen's mun) back w a brand new muse that i'm rly excited to write & develop! u can find a summary abt him under the cut & hit the heart or msg me if you'd like to plot! i have some ideas at the end but am always down to brainstorm something together

₊˙ ◌⁎˚ ﹒﹙kim dongyoung ‘doyoung’. cis male. he/him.﹚guess who was almost late for their shift at lapis roasters again?? that’s right, it was lee sunjae! it’s a wonder their job as an owner isn’t in jeopardy. the 27 year old has been working at sunset galleria for two and a half years, and is well known for their empathetic nature. on bad days, they can be rather reserved, though. when the mall is dead at night, they can usually be found smoking on the rooftop, but don’t tell their boss!

EARLY LIFE (mentions of low self worth tw)

his STATS page has a lot more basic tidbits about him so feel free to skim thru that for more details

born in seoul on jan 9th, 1996 (cap sun, leo moon & virgo rising <;3)

sunjae's family own a group of hospitals so they're Rich rich lmao but more on that later. he also has an older sister!

he's lived sort of a rich life and not just by financial standards- from the ages of 8 - 17 he was a junior tennis player! and he pursued it pretty seriously, he trained in poland for two years and spain for 10 months, winning several big tournaments. this meant he was mainly out of classes/privately tutored & didn't rly have a lot of friends aside from his core besties. he travelled w his mom so they've always been close, and she was his biggest supporter

tennis was p much consuming his life and although he enjoyed it for the most part, the pressure from his coaches and himself rly got him into a weird spiral. his negative self talk & feelings of worthlessness ultimately cost him a couple of games and he kinda had a breakdown & lost passion for the sport he once loved.

anywys mom was kinda sad abt his withdrawal but she still supported him, dad less so bc of how much money they put towards his career & all the clubs/training but whatever. we ball.

POST TENNIS LIFE & CAREER

ok he's dropped tennis.. naow what... realizing he doesn't rly know what to do w his life & his grades? aren't great so he ends up travelling w his sister for a bit bc she wants to help him get out of his funk.

ultimately decides to enlist to 1) buy himself some time to think 2) rumours abt draft envasion were running around the rich family circles & he didn't want his family to deal w that

sunjae gets caught up on reading lots during his service & returns with a new goal! enroll in uni and get a bachelors in international relations. he has to work hard to study but uni years were much needed to just.. round him out as a person n be around so many new people n jst be some college kid !!

fast forward he's 25 with a degree & still kinda lost lmao! his sister who opened and ran a coffee shop (hint: sunset's very own lapis roasters) has a newborn baby and wants to rly focus on being a mom so she's like hey.. wna run this business for me while i'm gone? :) and it's been two & half years of sunjae as the owner. (it's sweet tho bc on their travels together they always bonded over good coffee and sunjae could tell she's rly passionate abt it so he gives it his all)

now he's 27 and still running lapis, it's good for him but unless you know him closely you wouldn't know he's the owner. acts like he's just another coffee roaster or barista

recently he's pursuing the idea of becoming a human rights lawyer & in his first year at a law school in daegu after a long trial of applying. sunjae's decided that even tho he's unsure exactly what his path will be, he wants to help people whether that's by fighting for them in court or just serving them the best cup of coffee they've ever had :)

PERSONALILTY & DETAILS

loosely inspired by ren from f4 thailand.. v observent of other people's feelings & can be so selfless that it's a flaw at times. putting everyone first & always quietly taking care of people in his own ways, covering the bill for dinner or just lending an ear. the type to rmbr the little details in a conversation w stranger and bring them up if they ever saw each other again

wld Die for his friends.. his homies.. the leo loyalty will be the death of him bc even if his friends get in a stupid brawl u know he's jumping in to defend them. loves to go out w them but doesn't drink much so he's always the dd & 'yes we'll get mcdonalds drive thru on the way home jst get in the car'

there's still a goofy side to him,, kinda like his inner child bc his youth was spent being consumed in sport so he loves teasing friends, using a shorter person's head as an arm rest, pulling harmless pranks etc etc

even tho sunjae grew up rich he never rly showed off his money n u prob wouldn't know abt his wealth until u see that he drives an audi r8 but again he doesn't make a big deal out of it tht's simply his car of choice LOL

knows how to play piano! prob sneaks a couples songs in at lunar flare when there's no one around

developed a smoking habit somewhere down the line that's been hard to kick but he tries to keep it more of a secret (sneaking up late on the rooftop)

PLOTS

rich kid squad: also loosely inspired by the squad from f4 thailand.. the people he grew up with bc their families were friends/attended the same rich people events lol. his found home rly, the kind of friends he would die for and they've been thru thick & thin together over the years - lots of dynamic possibilities here !!

designated driver: the guy u call when u need a way home, could be friends or could be that he happened to be driving one night and sees u walking drunk?? offers to give u a ride

sports/fitness pal: either someone he can hit with bc he still has the tennis skills (esp his killer serve) or someone to go bouldering/hiking with. alternatively someone he's teaching tennis to !

fellow weeb: the new shinkai movie is out... he's calling u up to join him. or simply chill anime watch parties at his place. snacks included

landlord: unbeknowst to u sunjae owns the small apartment building u live in.. maybe u openly complain abt the water pressure & magically it gets fixed the next day (he bought the building bc he got a load of inheritance & his dad said real estate is the best investment but truly he jst wants his tenants happy)

fake boyfriend: either for a day or an event or to make someone jealous he pretends to be ur boyfriend & he's p good at it.. humbles whoever u were trying to trick

confidant: someone who was screaming their sorrows off the rooftop when he went up for a smoke & then they ended up having a conversation and have been bumping into each other there ever since

almost lovers: the timing was just never right.. maybe he loved them too soon and they loved him too late or something else was stopping them from becoming what they wanted to be :/

something based off this :( maybe someone who was there when he was spiralling & cared a lot for him or just ends up being super upset on his behalf

random thoughts: someone taking advantage of his kindness or money / someone he's teaching to drive / someone he knows from church / friends from uni / little sibling figure!! / bad influence on him / mutual dislike or hateship / exes or past flings / childhood friend who always slept over at his + anything else we think of!

[aresianrepose]

Can I ask about the Bruce and Jason argument scene you mentioned in your tags? 👀👀

You can find the fic here

The specific chapter that houses the argument here

I honestly did a shit job with the summary and it's the first multichapter fic I've written in probably about 3 years so it's a bit rusty with the plot hooks. So yeah, here's a little excerpt that ties into that specific post from the argument! It leans heavily into the idea that Bruce's arguments and stances are entirely based on his morals and feelings, even when he wants to pass them off as logic through stonewalling and stoicism.

Also, this fic is meant to have long-term character growth (with an intentional third-person limited POV) so if anyone yells at me about Bruce and Jay's bad relationship you get dunked in the ice bucket of critical thinking and reading skills.

Excerpt under the cut.

"Why?" Jason's voice broke around the word. His heart hammered in his chest, not wanting the response he knew was coming. "Why is he alive?"

"You stopped me once. You know why." Bruce replied quickly, but seemed to be having a conversation he already had a million times. As if he knew exactly where it went, what would be said, and the inconvenience of having to actually talk it through was painfully trite.

"I still ended up fucking dead. I stopped you to end the violence that you showed me comes with that brand of justice. And I still ended up fucking dead." Jason searched Bruce's face for any reaction to his words and came up painfully empty.

"Is this conversation really necessary?"

"Yes, it fucking is. I deserve that much. You watched a serial killer take my life and then just fucking gave him a free pass to kill more people." Jason was completely thrown off. He knew that he would have to fight Bruce on the moral viewpoint he was offering, but the idea he would have to fight him to acknowledge the need for the conversation floored him. He had been dead to Bruce for four fucking years and he didn't want to talk about it?

"The sanctity of human life applies to everyone. Even if you don't want to admit it does." Bruce was firm, unwavering.

"The sanctity of human life? Allowing Joker to live is a violation of the sanctity of human life,” Jason laughed incredulously, his bubbling anger tinging the laughter with bitterness. Jason's face and neck were getting hot. The collar of his shirt seemed to be shrinking, choking around his throat as he spoke. “It makes you responsible for the blood on his hands. Fucking rivers of innocent blood. I do value life. If someone has their chance at redemption and they can’t be contained, then the blood of those they kill is on the hands of those who should've put them down."

"Is that your reason for coming home? Revenge?" Bruce raised his eyebrows, his judgment in Jason evident.

"Justice." Jason hissed.

"There are systems of justice that meet that need. No man can not be judge, jury, and executioner." Bruce spoke as if he was teaching a child not to touch a hot stove.

"You started this because the justice system was corrupt and couldn't bring you justice. Why do you keep relying on it then? To hand over these repeat, violent offenders who have every chance to rehabilitate but choose not to. You're not a fucking idiot. You know the outcome. You know he can't be stopped. You know the cost of every breath he takes. This isn't about saving lives for you, if it was you'd take on the personal cost of taking a life to save others. That's a price I'm willing to die by. I actually give a fuck about individual lives, not the idealized concept of a city." Jason had moved to the edge of his seat, leaning forward as he spoke. He could feel every pounding heart beat in the smallest capillaries in his body.

Bruce sighed heavily. It only caused Jason's anger to flare. He knew his argument was solid and yet Bruce was treating him like a naive child. As if he hadn't spent years being a vigilante, as if he hadn't learned these lessons first hand. As if he wasn't giving up everything he wanted to bring the only kind of justice that would stop someone like the Joker.

"The sanctity of life-" Bruce started but Jason cut him off again.

"What's the point of doing what we do if we can't do what the law won't?" Jason demanded. "Little girls are locked up for life for killing their pimps while repeat offenders get off with slaps on the wrist? Or even worse, never tried at all. Do you know the percentage of assault cases that actually get pursued? What is the point of what we do?

"Everyone can change, not everyone will. And your circle jerk about not killing a man who has proven that he will not change and will continue to take lives with a staggering amount of power to do so only shows me the outright idiocy of your choice to become a vigilante. Just go put on a fucking uniform. Get a badge. You're choosing not to be a cop to get out of doing paperwork. Should've been a pig instead of a fucking bat." Jason's voice echoed through the study, chest heaving with every gasping breath between his words.

He felt like a battering ram, trying to beat past Bruce's stonewalling. Every cyclical thought since he had learned Bruce hadn't killed the Joker, every imaginary confrontation leading to this moment. Hours and hours of sitting in silence and arguing with Bruce in his own mind, trying to win. It all spilled out of his mouth in rapid fire. He would not be silenced. Bruce would hear every word.

"Where would the line be? Who gets to decide what is deserving of death? It would be too easy to cross that line and hold that power over who lives and who dies. To deal out death to whom I see fit without any repercussion is a slippery slope that would only lead to a gross perversion of justice. I thought I had taught you at least that much.” The disappointment in Bruce's voice cut Jason deeper than he realized it would. He didn't anticipate just how much he had hoped Bruce would see and understand him. The subsequent realization that Bruce would never see him cut into the tender, dead child inside of him. He railed against the pain, his jaw tightening.

"You're not listening! I don't know why I fucking try with you. Why can't you ever just fucking listen to me? It's always about you and your fucking amorphous morals. How does it feel to be the god of your own universe? Treating everyone in your life as pawns you get to swoop in and rescue, control, and push until they fall? This isn't about the stupid fucking game you play. This isn't about how fucked it is that you think you own this city. This is about your son standing in front you begging to be fucking heard. You value philosophical concepts more than your actual living, breathing son.

[brandwhorestarscream]

I want to ask a question but… I don't know, I think it's better to be direct

I respect your ability to create a story like repop au, but I've never read it due to bad experiences with this type of dystopia (I can't do it without feeling bad), however, during a conversation between friends, discover that you will give a happy/satisfactory ending

When the story of the war is revealed, can Prowl, Skyfire, Cromia and others have the satisfaction of revealing what the bots were really like and giving Optimus and Ironhide a final slap?Will cities like Vos be rebuilt? Will rainmakers cease to be extinct?Will Starscream (and others) meet their deceased comrades in the afterlife?

I mean, it's supposed to make you feel bad. It's a psych-horror dystopia. It's supposed to be uncomfortable and sickening and really illustrate just how far things can fall when people are ruled by fear and unchecked biases

Having said that... yes, your friend is right (who are you, mysterious one?). It does have a happy ending planned, and in fact all of the blocking is ready save for one (1) arc. I'll address each question point for point, tho I can't give out too many details because, y'know. Spoilers.

1. The story of the war being revealed, I'm not sure to whom you mean. The general population already knows about the war and the farm systems. It's just a normal part of life for them. Like how agriculture farms are the norm irl? They don't see the warframes as anything more than cattle. Like oh yeah, kinda sad that they have to die, but it's necessary. Whatever.

2. I've already planned out Ironhide's death, and it's very satisfying. I can't say any more than that. Optimus doesn't end up dead, but he does help make things right in the end. As bad as I make him sound, he is genuinely trying to be good. Just because he's not making the best choices doesn't mean he has bad intentions

3. Yes, the destroyed warframes cities will be recreated

4. The Rainmakers and their extinction actually becomes a relevant plot point after the escape, so I can't really touch on that right now

5. Megatron, Starscream, and Soundwave are reborn for the main story and are still alive at the end, so they personally won't be reuniting with anyone, but anyone who's died thus far does get to rest peacefully in the Allspark.

There's never any pressure for you to read the repop if you don't want to or aren't comfortable, but I'm not going to stop posting about it. Feel free to block the tag or mute my blog, whatever helps. If you have any other questions, my ask box is always open! Or if you'd like to speak one-on-one about it, same goes for my dms.

[prpfs]

🚬 Hey! 25+ roleplayer looking for 20+ rp partners for an Attack on Titan lit para roleplay. My Zeke Jaeger muse is awake and kicking (and very cute!) and I'd love to have more threads with him.

For plots, I'm up to discuss canon/canon-compliant/AUs. I also prefer that NSFW themes and smut be included.

In terms of ships, I'm flexible. Here are some I know I'd be interested in:

Zeke x Levi

Zeke x Pieck

Zeke x Colt

Zeke x other warriors (we can discuss options)

Zeke x Yelena

I'm definitely open to others; please ask!

I'm literate, use 3rd person, and usually write a few short paragraphs per reply, depending on the context. I'm also good at matching my rp partner's responses. I only roleplay on discord.

If there is anything else you'd like to know, please feel free to ask :3 Like this post and I'll reach out!

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[tvrningout-a]

I GREW UP ON DISNEY | plots & connections for your convenience ♡

featuring: spiderverse muses

these are just some ideas ( some vague, some more specific ) that i'd like to write and that hopefully catch your interest! feel free to like this post if there's a plot/dynamic you'd like to write, and i'll message you about it! ♡(>ᴗ•)

chiyoko hisakawa aka jorogumo of earth 7878a

this scenario! bc oooh conflict &lt;3

in general, be it with canon characters or oc's, i'd really love someone to get chiyo to talk about shiori. she meant a lot to her -- chiyo doesn't casually date, nor does she date anyone that she didn't first befriend over a long period of time. and the thing is!! chiyo never actually got to admit her feelings to shiori. so there's a lot of unresolved feelings concerning her, and i just want someone to get chiyo to talk about it.

shiori was her universe's gwen, so i do think it'd be interesting to see chiyo interact with any version of her. they're different people, but i think chiyo would be wary bc gwen dies in certain universes and!! she's not in a position to handle that emotionally rn

gimme all the mentorships pls and thanks <3 the more i write her in this universe, i do think she'd get along with just about anyone tbh -- she just might disagree with them on occasion, but that's normal and healthy and makes for some fun threads!

big bonus points if her mentor is friends with her mom, yuzusa! i want someone to help her with that awkward situation pls :' )

i love multiverse shenanigans, but i also love the idea of chiyo having regular friends/mentors/etc. who discover she's jorogumo! so gimme that too u3u

ALSO give me her universe's harry!! bc they're supposed to be great friends, but things are weird and strained after the whole green goblin thing!! that wasn't her harry, but chiyo knows it could be one day, and i so badly want to write how that friendship is affected by that knowledge. do they manage to break canon? do they not?? let's find out!!

yuzusa hisakawa aka jorogumo of earth 7878b

i am once again asking for mentorships, but let yuzu be your muse's teacher who very much acts like a momma bear yet roasts them ruthlessly &lt;3

talk to yuzu about chiyo!! the one she lost and the one in front of her!! tell her that's rough buddy but you'll be there for her while she tries to build a relationship with her daughter ;;v;;

i say that like it's going to be all hurt/comfort, and some of it will be, but it's also going to be yuzu snapping and getting angry, telling you to mind your own business. pain isn't always pretty, and yuzu is the prime example of that.

that being said!! gimme the friend that was there through it all -- being bitten, becoming spider-woman, losing her family, becoming jorogumo. gimme the history that allows someone to see how she's changed and pull her back in when she's growing too far away, when she's losing herself. i want it uvu

but obviously i also wanna write people discovering yuzu is jorogumo and going " oh that actually makes a lot of sense " asdfg

what iiiiif your muse catches yuzu visiting a universe where her husband and chiyo are alive, and she's only watching over them!! just making sure they're okay!! but yeah this needs to be addressed and unpacked

miguel o'hara

talk to him about how much they don't really know about anomalies and canon events; talk to him about how maybe he's wrong about miles; challenge him <3

and in challenging him maybe we can get into how he's projecting his guilt onto a kid and is just!! scared!! of failing!! of losing people!! pls oh my gosh

can we pls see miguel as a mentor to somebody? can we pls??

more to be added!

pavitr prabhakar

not to burst pav's bubble, but can we talk about how hard being spider-man is eventually going to get?? can someone warn him??

i do wanna write some pre-atsv stuff with him! like how he must've reacted to there being a multiverse, who he might've met first, etc. i like that stuff when we already know where we're going!

while very likeable, typically any iteration of peter parker is bullied to some extent, and since i'm gonna borrow from pav's comics, i'm gonna say the same goes for him. in the comics, his family isn't super wealthy, and he manages to get into a nice school through a scholarship; between the differing tax brackets and pav's natural talent for things, i'm gonna say the other kids probably alienate him a little more than he lets on. maybe we can explore that? the expectation that pav must be popular and have it easy vs. the reality that he's just like miles and a young peter -- another teen who's still finding his place and figuring everything out.

more to be added!