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Drakengard/NieR: Twin Theory, Part 1

The post ahead is… long. Insanely fucking long, and I’m certain half of it is incoherent. Oh well. It’s a Tuesday.

So, to preface:

This is all just theory.

Spoilers for NieR and Drakengard.

Homework:

(post regarding copied & cathedral city)

(post comparing adam, eve, and a secret third thing)

Good luck down here.

NieR Automata: Ending D.

It’s the ending you get if you choose to play as 9S in the final boss. 9S kills A2 and incidentally gets himself killed when he falls on her sword. Dumb hoe.

However, when his memory data starts performing an emergency evacuation, he, and we, find ourselves fading into…

an “Ark.”

He first sees the red girl, N2, who explains to him the vague purpose of this ark.

To take the memories of the “foolish machine life forms” and send them to another world, after they’d seen the androids and contemplated their own existence as machines.

9S also sees Adam and Eve there, the ladder asleep and the former holding him. Adam asks 9S a simple question,

“Will you come with us?”

And If you choose to go onto the Ark, it’s assumed 9S’s memory & consciousness data become “part” of the Ark, traveling off to whatever… “world” they may be heading to.

And if you stay.

9S does not get on the Ark. the Ark flies off, without him.

And we actually get a follow-up to this ending. “Farewell” is a script that takes place sometime after Ending D, in which 2B wakes up but 9S does not.

Though she tries everything she can to find a way to revive him, she eventually just… shuts down on her own, due to grief.

(Except for in the final reading of this script, where the ending was changed and 9S wakes up— but you know what? Fuck you. I’m not making this any more complicated than it’s immediately about to get in like, 5 sentences.)

(Edit: we then got a follow up to that script that follows this scenario. talk to your parents about it)

So… the Ark. About everything I just told you is about all we have on the Ark itself.

The most we know is this: The Ark was created by Machines. It carries memory data that it will take to a different world. It

Memory data.

…Memory data.

Sorry. It’s just that… typing this all out right now, it’s starting to ring a bell. But I don’t know where that bell is, why it’s ringing.

Holding memories.

Storing memories.

Machines storing memories This sounds familiar.

But where else could I have heard this from?

I remember now.

The Seeds.

In YoRHa: Dark Apocalypse, the NieR:Automata Final Fantasy 14 raid, something returned after over a decade and a half that totally took me off guard: the Seeds of Destruction.

Introduced in the first Drakengard, they were “tools of the gods” that would appear when all seals were broken. While they were believed by humans to be holy items that would bring all living creatures, man or monster, to them in times of great peril, to guide them down a path of salvation— in reality, they just kinda did this

Creating extremely powerful monsters capable of carrying out the god’s one motive: the destruction of humanity.

But back to the raid. In this collaboration the Seeds returned, and not only that, but they… well.

In the 3rd raid, N2, the red girl I was talking about earlier and the “ego of the machine network”, goes up into a seed that’s inside of a portal, and becomes this… False Idol.

Clearly meant to be derivative of the designs of The Queen Beast/Mother Angel & the Intoners. Always these gray bitches.

Anyways. After you fight her, she makes this weird… light thing? which goes up into the sky, into the portal I mentioned earlier, and then…

We are dropped into a copied Tokyo, straight out of Drakengard 1.

But…

Question. How?

How did we get here. Is it really just a copied Tokyo? How did it get copied?

And if not, did we like… Time Travel? Did we…

Oh, I got sidetracked. My bad. We were talking about the seeds.

So at first, we see the seeds transform someone, this time a non-human. Nothing new, although I do find it strange how differently it changed N2 in comparison to how Furiae became… that.

Perhaps it works differently for machines? …Put a pin in that for now.

Anyways. I didn’t swerve this car just to talk to you about how stuff we already fucking knew was just used AGAIN.

No, the very reason I brought up this whole raid at all, and got so sidetracked I nearly transitioned into a different topic, was because of this singular excerpt.

Maybe I’m reading this wrong. Maybe I’m not. And if I’m not, then

these seeds are storing people’s memories. Hundreds of them.

(Edit: I wasn’t reading this wrong :) )

Isn’t that just like what I described with the Ark? The Ark stores memory data, the seeds hold memories…

I mean, the description of what the Seeds were believed to be by humanity, along with Drakengard’s usage of various themes regarding religion, has always reminded me of one specific thing: Noah’s Ark.

Noah’s. Ark.

Ark. Seed. Seed. Ark.

Perhaps, they are one and the same.

Perhaps… The Ark is a Seed.

Surely not though, right? I mean… yeah, this is solid evidence, but it’s really the only evidence I can give you guys. There’s not much we know about the Seeds in all honesty, and there’s even less regarding the Ark, so it’s nearly impossible to find any other lead in

Wait.

Let’s go back for a second.

“Let the light in?” What light?

What the hell is this referring to? The whole raid finished like, two years ago, and for that same amount of time I’ve genuinely had no idea what this “light” is.

I mean, she does conjure up this sort of light that goes into the portal, and… then we go to Tokyo. Maybe that’s what it’s referring to?

Let the light in…

Light…

Light.

Do not bring back the light. Do not bring back the vessel. Do not bring back the future. Do not bring it back.

Every beam of light is an invitation to death.

I’ve heard this before.

These two excerpts are from the World of Recycled Vessel DLC, in the diary of Nier/The Protagonist’s deceased mother.

These are the last two lines in the diary. Both referencing this “light” with a… negative connotation?

Why.

And… wait, why am I going off on this? When I was talking about the Ark and The Seeds and whatnot I never once mentioned their connection to any sort of light.

Because I never thought there was. Because I looked over it.

I lie collapsed in a space of blinding white. The pain is... gone. The light envelops me. It's so warm.

My damage worsens. I start to lose my memories. The space fills up with pure white light. It's like being buried in snow.

These two excerpts are from 9S’ dialogue during Ending D— you know, the one where the Ark makes its “appearance.”

“A space of blinding white”, “the light envelops me”, “the space fills up with pure white light”.

…

Hm.

I’m beginning to wonder if this “light” is, in some way… connected to memories? And a “space of pure white light”… that feels familiar. Really familiar.

Real fucking familiar.

After being encroached upon, the light overflowed. Poured into, we overflowed, the connection has AWAKENED.

This is from decoded text in Automata, taking place after Ending A/B. I think it’s meant to describe Eve briefly connecting to 9S’ consciousness in some way? (Given there is a mention of a brother who “learned a lot from books.” Fact-check me though.)

The Pods decide to abandon the body after the personality data has been completely restored, and to destroy any machine life forms in the surrounding area. And at the very bottom of this story…

Do not bring back the vessel.

The infection spreads through 2B's consciousness. She prays. Before death's footsteps reach her, she screams. Even if nobody hears me. 9S saved me. Within a crumbling memory, she bids farewell to 9S's consciousness data. I did feel a little bit lonely but now my h eart is filled with such wa rm li ght

Then there’s this. It’s the final line of “Voices from the Verge”, a short story from a Nier Fan-Festival in 2022.

I think it’s meant to take place in the copied city— no, not the one we see in game, at least I don’t think— a different one. A different memory.

A place to celebrate life and send off the deceased. A place of prayer. The city's records can be gleaned from within the tranquil light. A record of humanity's end. A history of machines copying a city. And also... the hesitance they felt. This city is a replica. A city built by machine lifeforms based on the siblings' memories of where they lived. And even the very siblings themselves were nothing but imitations born from memories.

“The city’s records can be gleaned from within the tranquil light”… “a city built by machine life forms based on the siblings’ memories of where they lived.”

“A history of machines copying a city. And also… the hesitance they felt.”

…um. How?

If you’re thinking the “siblings” being referred to in this script are Adam and Eve… no. This city is meant to be a replica of Nier and Yonah’s memories. Hell, they themselves in this script are replicas made out of their own memories.

God this shit’s fucking stupid to type

But… thing is. Again! How? How did the machines know what this city looked like? Sure, maybe it’s in one of their “records”, but even then.

…Well. If we go back to the screenshot I showed you all earlier from the Dark Apocalypse raid, it mentions how the data in these Seeds are stored by “machines bearing the names of gods.”

These machines are possibly using the seeds to store people’s memories.

And— hey. I mentioned earlier how the seeds can transform whatever enters it, but do you know what I neglected to add?

They also

Copy.

Maybe this “light” can be connected to the seeds and the Ark as well. But what that means I… don’t really know right now.

So we have one connection. And now, possibly two. Are there any more connections I should know about?!

In NieR: Replicant ver 1.22, Ending E, the— if I’m correct— “canon” ending, was finally added after only being contained in the guidebook “Grimoire Nier.”

And this is the achievement you receive at the very start of it.

It’s in hexadecimal. And thankfully, it’s already been translated.

“Memory server”

“I can see the light”

Memory… server.

I can see the light.

Memory. Server. I can see the light.

The light. Memory server.

Light. Memories. Memories. Light.

Light…

Light

A SPACE OF BLINDING WHITE.

Fucking… finally. I get to talk about Drakengard 1. Most of the talk regarding this game is being saved for the part 2 of this post I’ll get to… eventually, but what I want to focus on here is this game’s ending D, and “The Great Time.”

In this ending, Seere breaks his pact, unleashing the Queen Beast’s time(?) and enveloping the world with this… light. The great time. From it, a black tower also emerges. A tower. A… I’m gonna stop. Nope. Back on topic.

But it wasn’t until the novella, “Magnitude Negative”, was fully translated that we finally got a better understanding of what this “time” is.

It is everything.

Every living creature. Every structure. Everything, everywhere, past, present, future.

And every

single

ending.

“He could see the shadows of crowds, coming and going. It was loud, all indifferent to all around them, and full of different interests. There were tall buildings whose likes he had never seen before, and vehicular machines that ran faster than horses. … Caim is crying, clinging to the dragon. ‘I have never seen you weep before.’ … The dragon states its name. ‘Angelus. My name is Angelus.’… Caim and the dragon are going to kill each other. ‘Caim. Our pact ends here.’ … ‘Miracles cannot be asked for.’ The Goddess, revived with the Seed of Resurrection, is destroying humanity. … Seere rests within a giant womb. In a strange place, but rather familiar all the same, the dragon fights against a song.”

“A strange place, but rather familiar all the same”…? That’s for part 2.

But case is, everything is the Great Time.

And it is

light.

EDIT: FUCKING HELL I TOOK SO LONG TO FINISH THIS THAT REINCARNATION GOT ANOTHER UPDATE. AND I CAN ADD THIS SHIT.

10H states that “The Cage”, which IIRC is where “all” of NieR: Reincarnation takes place, is inside of that… egg. It’s supposed to hold the “data” (memories asshole!!!!) of humanity until the time comes for them to… you know. Reincarnate. But it’s not meant to be there, it’s supposed to be on the Moon, why is it now on Earth. And

I FUCKING KNEW IT. I called it. I never verbalized it but I CALLED THIS BULLSHIT DAY… um…. While ago. Source: trust. 😁

Time is light. Light is memories. Memory server. Memories are recorded in the seeds. Memories are recorded in the ark. The ark is light. The seeds are light. The ark is a seed.

Hang on.

Who records the memories in the ark again? Machines… “Machines with the names of gods.”

I don’t recall us ever meeting a machine of that kind of name? The closest would be Adam and Eve, of course, but one 1. They died and 2. Neither’s name derivations were gods. Adam and Eve were not gods.

And, hell, how the fuck did machines get their hands on the Seeds anyways? Even looking past the theory part, them being what is messing with the seeds is canon.

And— hang on! New question coming through, how the fuck did the Seeds get here?!

This is thousands of years after Drakengard 1. Not only that, but these are TWO SEPARATE FUCKING UNIVERSES. Two timelines!

The seeds are intrinsically tied to the watchers. Hell, watchers gradually transform into them over time in one of the novellas.

How are the machines putting memories into the seeds? How did the seeds get here in the first place? With all this time talk, where does Ac

The aliens.

I need to talk about the aliens.

The aliens of Automata are… fucking weird.

Sit down, and listen. Look here look listen. Basically, in a franchise where giant scary gray babies exist, one’s that devour scary bitches and wreck havoc and shit, it’s not them that fully take out humanity— well, they likely do in their universe, but in NIER’S? It’s…

It’s fucking FETUS SHAPED ALIENS

Aliens who time, and time, and TIME AGAIN we are told FUCKING SUCK!! They are traaaashh!!!

Their heads look like an asscrack. They look like if you fucked up a perfectly good turtle. And in all seriousness, they created machines so much smarter than them that they essentially doomed themselves by creating their own exterminators. Sure, they got control over the Kingdom of Night/North and South America, said control which only grew larger and larger as they began rapidly producing machines, but… that was honestly their only W. These fuckers suck. Clutch or kick.

And Adam, the machine who, along with his brother, killed off the rest of the aliens, describes them as being… “infantile.”

And I paused.

Infantile?

Out of everything… that’s such a specific word. Infantile.

Infantile. Infant…ile.

Infant.

Like a baby.

baby.

Wait. What did I say they looked like?

Fetuses. The aliens… they look like fetuses.

But not natural fetuses, no… no. Like if you took an infant and forced it to revert back into what it looked like in the womb. Gross, I know, but… just look at them.

Just.

Look.

At.

Them.

Look at their skin. It’s… bumpy. Scaly.

Scaly.

I’m not trying to imply that they’re dragons. At least… not exactly.

No, what I am trying to imply, is that the answer as to what these things are has been staring me in the face the whole fucking time.

When the flower descended at the beginning of this story, dragons were not the only things that came down with it.

Infantile, you say?

This idea is, out of everything in “Twin Theory”, the one I’ve held onto the longest. It’s stupid, yeah— but just like with the Ark and the Seeds, and a certain third theory that still waits after this section— I started scripting, and evidence manifested*.

*I looked shit up and fact-checked myself🦅🦅🚬

Anyways. Do I think the aliens are the watchers? NO. No, no, no. One fucker is a tentacle ass bitch and the other belongs in a crib at the tenth circle of hell. But i do absolutely believe that a connection can be made.

First of all, I want to look at the aliens’ ship. Look at it good and hard. Does it remind you of anything?

Maybe… A FUCKING FLOWER?

Because that’s exactly what this looks like. Hell, the big ball in the middle would obviously remind one of a Seed itself… but that’s a little too silly for me. (Edit: You will soon see that I should’ve never doubted my gut.) Then again, the first time we see the seeds in the final fantasy collab is in the aliens’ ship and I… am going to stop myself from having a hernia :3. (Edit: You will soon see that I should’ve never doubted my gut)

Second. I want to look at Drakengard 1.3, specifically its ending. The whole novella is kinda… well, weird, and not in a good way weird most of the time, but its ending has always struck me as being particularly interesting.

The dragons, who I will again mention are connected to the watchers— like— genetically, devour humanity. Their size increases in number and over time they begin to change shape. First slowly taking on the forms of “lumps of meat”, then the forms of babies, then a whole bunch of them fuse together to become… a seed.

(This moment isn’t the only time we’ve seen entities fuse together to create a seed-like object, but… I’ll hold that thought off for now.)

Anyways. What does any of this have to do with the Aliens?

Well.

Take into consideration that the dragons only transformed because they were devouring humans. They had shit to eat. And given the fact that these dragons transformed into Watchers, I doubt it would be too much of a stretch to ponder whether or not Watchers themselves have this similar capability.

But what about in Automata? A part in the timeline where… there are no humans left. There’s nothing to feed off of. Most of all, there’s no Queen.

The Watchers’ entire “goal” in the first game was to break the seals and free the Queen Beast. There’s no humans left. What would they do now?

…Start a pointless war between the next best thing? Build machines they can control with ease. Forge a logic virus that will perpetuate this war for as long as it can, with a notable trait of it being: red eyes. And create a manifestation of the machine’s own egos in the form of a little girl, so akin to the girl they made their high priestess so long ago.

Edit: I continued to take too long to finish this theory and the nier concert happened. While the full script isn’t out yet, I was able to read an (I think) fairly decent summary that one part of caught my eye.

2B and 9S discover a place known as “Eden”………. hehehehehheheheheeeeee… and it’s basically just a huge alien ship, iirc. Inside they find a transporter that opens into a white city, and after walking through it a lil bit they find a copied YoRHa bunker.

Continuing their disastrous walkalong they find a bunch of dead machines in a… church…

ok….

(l was real!)

And also there, is a circle of Android corpses, surrounding a black orb.

It’s said that they formed this place as a “place of worship in their final moments”, and that the black orb likely comes from the aliens ship.

And we know this.

Black orb! Never doubt your gut ever!

But given what I’ve already said about the aliens… hm. The thing powering their ship being in a place of worship in one’s final moments…

speak not the watchers, write not the watchers…

Just a little idea.

I may have explained all this “evidence” poorly, so sorry for that. But anyways.

If the aliens were connected to the watchers (and the dragons?), so many weird connections in Automata could possibly be explained.

The cult of the watchers’ emblem appearing on either of the twins’ tattoos? Connection.

N2 resembling Manah? Connection.

Logic virus being derivative of the Red Eye Disease? Connection.

The Seeds of Destruction being in the NieR universe, specifically at the time of Automata, at all? C word. Connection.

It could even explain why no other aliens ever… you know, showed up. These aliens were the only ones, because no more could be formed with the Queen dead, the dragons gone, and a lack of food.

“The aliens look like if you took an infant and forced it to revert back into what it looked like in the womb.” And gave it… tentacles and scales. 😁

But even with all that, this is still a theory that I’m going to continue working out the kinks in. Could the Aliens have ties to the Watchers? Maybe, but I still need a lot more evidence to fully make that conclusion.

But for right now, it’s moreso food for thought.

I wish I could say the same for the final theory I’m going to be discussing today.

So we’ve talked about the Ark. Its existence is shrouded in mystery, but the conclusion I came to is that it is, in some form, a Seed of Destruction, used by machines to record memories and travel worlds. Both seem to be connected with this… “Light”, which I concluded is connected to “the Great Time”.

Hell… just typing this out, I forgot another physical example of this light in action—

This whole large group of machines merge to form a “seed”, and as light begins to build up inside of it, Adam is created.

Does this light… create, as well? Put a pin in that… maybe. I don’t know.

(Edit: I think it do..)

Anyways. Then, we discussed the Aliens. I theorized that they could have some connection to the Watchers of Drakengard, looking at all the strange ties the two species have with each other— from how the aliens’ ship suspiciously resembles a flower, to how the watchers’ most likely have the ability to change forms over time when strong enough. The conclusion I came to is that the possibility of the Aliens being the weakened remains of the Watchers after the extinction of both their Queen and humanity as a whole, is… well. It’s there.

But there’s one thing we haven’t talked about yet, and I’m sure you all have an idea of what exactly that is.

We’ve discussed two very perplexing entities in the Drakenier universe today, but there’s one last character I chose to leave as my final topic. One that, funnily enough, also has an A name. And is more mysterious than the two topics I’ve already gone over combined.

Accord.

Accord is by far the most “mysterious” character in the entire Drakenier franchise, despite being one of the only characters to be mentioned by name in multiple games.

It’s why it’s so hard to theorize about her. But there’s enough we do know about her that tells us she might as well be the most important character in the series.

Accord is a recorder android, one who… well… records. Riveting script writing ☝️

She records singularities, entities with the capability of creating branches by altering timelines. Normally she doesn’t intervene and just records the singularity once the branch has been made. Her goal in this endeavor is to prevent a “Fall-Down”, the collapse of all timelines.

She can time travel, as while we first see her in the beginning of the timeline, Drakengard 3, she was actually created during the time of NieR: Automata, around 6230 or so, in the Kingdom of Night. She also has multiple clones of herself, all of which hold the same goal as the one we follow in D3.

She also works a weapons shop and presumably even writes the weapons’ stories. She collects minerals from the old world(?) which she came from, and wields a large suitcase and phone.

In Automata, it’s mentioned she supplied weapons to the resistance; in Replicant, it was added that Yonah actually met Accord; in the Automata anime, hidden(?) text is likely from Accord, aaaaaand…

That’s it. That’s all we know about this girl.

Yes, it sounds like a lot but it’s really… not.

Specifically, two key things are unknown to us. Them being:

•How does Accord time travel?

•Who created Accord?

And for so long, these two questions just kinda sat there in my mind. I had ideas but… nothing that big.

I just assumed that, maybe, we haven’t seen how Accord time travels yet. And that Accord could just be a product of the Army of Humanity, connecting her back to YoRHa.

But then… in a NieR: Reincarnation update…

10 years after we last, physically saw her…

We got this:

These three images are what prompted me to finally, finally, put this theory in its entirety into words.

Because it got me thinking.

Puppet? Why puppet?

Yeah, stuff like “puppets” and “dolls” have been used in reference to androids, machines whatevs in this series before, but for some reason… reading it made me recall a very small detail. Something I’d always overlooked.

The final fantasy collab… puppet… puppets’… What was the title of the 2nd raid again?

Ah. The Puppets’ Bunker.

Now, why am I making such a big deal over Accord simply being referred to as “puppet” in this small section of a game? Why am I focused more on that than the fact that this is most likely teasing her return at all?

Well… it’s the same reason I bring up the collab again.

2P.

She & the other P units are the primary antagonists of this specific raid. She’s a machine copy of 2B, with an inverted palette.

And I’ve always been curious as to what the P in her name meant. Of course, it initially just meant “Second Player”— but Yoko Taro himself has since stated that there’s a double meaning to it.

And after a while of thinking and thinking, someone suggested the P to mean…

Puppet.

And shit blew my mind. It totally works! So I went with it, and then…

It made me remember another thing. Back to Accord.

Do you remember the post I made on Adam and Eve? Yes, the post where I dropped the maybe-possible-bombshell that Eve (and his brother, likely) could possibly have some sort of connection to Mikhail of Drakengard 3, at least visually— but do you know what I mentioned in kind of a side comment?

Adam distinctly looks like Accord. And that was that. For a while, the only question I had regarding that was: “Why does Adam look like Accord?”

But what I realized after lots and lots of thinking… is that I should’ve been asking a different question.

“How does Adam look like Accord?”!

Adam’s a machine. He was created by machines, created by aliens. If Accord was with the Army of Humanity, why does this machine share so much resemblance to her?

I mean, fuck— if the Copied City he creates really does have ties to the Cathedral City in Drakengard 3,

why is Accord at the fucking Mercurius Gate?

You know, the place where all the world’s “knowledge” is stored, as well as… oh I don’t know, the fucking Flower.

“Receptionist?” Strangely, that isn’t even the weirdest thing Accord’s been referred to.

Just think back to that Reincarnation update. Accord is called a “puppet.”

Why?

I already just talked about “puppet” being possibly the double meaning of the P in “2P”, connecting the term to the mock androids/machines, but I didn’t even mention the usage of the word in Drakengard 3.

In one of the novellas, the dragons, specifically Michael, fought entities described as “Puppets”. This novella is one I’ve seen occasionally brought up in discussions regarding the Kingdom of Night, due to the existence of “dragon-like machines.”

Hell JUST LOOK AT THEM SIDE BY SIDE.

The first is the mechanical interior(?) of a YoRHa android, 2nd is… of course, what we see of Accord’s. Look at the rib area. For a while I assumed it looked like that because her arm had been blown off but… no. Shit’s clean and smooth. It was built that way. It also seems as though Accord’s body is connected via… ball joints?

Why is an Android from the future so… I don’t know. Old-fashioned? Mechanic?

Especially when compared to YoRHa androids. They bleed, she doesn’t.

But. But but but.

She’s… confirmed to be made DURING the period between Replicant and Automata, during the machine war. It’s one of the only things confirmed about her backstory, and yet every little thing about her would make you think otherwise.

She’s built like a legitimate doll, not an Android. As such, she gets called a puppet. There are multiple identical copies of her and from what I’ve read it isn’t because she’s a line of… idk, Accords. Take a shot every time I say her name btw

She can time travel seemingly with as much ease as the universe allows her, and yet has to self engage special abilities like… run fast mode.

Stuff that other Androids of her time period are shown to do naturally.

But… that’s the only case for her. The only answer we have of who exactly created the first Accord is in YoRHa, the Army of Humanity.

But.

Don’t.

Know.

None of this makes sense, right? None of it. Nothing that I’ve just discussed should logically make sense if she was made by the Army of Humanity.

But that’s the only option for her, right? That we know of? Right?

Why is she closer to a machine than she is to any of the androids?

Who? Is? Accord?

Then it hit me. A realization.

Didn’t I… wait. What was the estimated year of Accord’s creation?

…6230?

Okay. And we know she was created in the Kingdom of Night…

But.

What?

Hang on. Kingdom of Night… do we know anything about the kingdom of night?

I mean… we know what it is. It’s North and South America, cast in an eternal state of Night. It’s the reason why in every NieR game, the sun never sets— it’s always set in the Kingdom of Day.

We’ve never seen the Kingdom of Night. All we know is that Accord was made there… dragon machines fought against the machines inside there, and… oh… oh.

Oh.

The Kingdom of Night.

North and South America?

…where the first machines were being mass produced. The first machines were made in the Kingdom of Night, in 5100.

The Army of Humanity never managed to gain control over that kingdom. In fact, in 7645 the aliens’ control over the kingdom of night had increased to 80%.

And Accord was created in 6230.

In the kingdom of night.

In the kingdom of night

WHICH THE ALIENS HAD TOTAL OCCUPATION OVER, AND WERE USING TO BEGIN PRODUCING THEIR FIRST MACHINE LIFEFORMS.

Accord isn’t a product of the Army of Humanity. Isn’t a product of humanity at all.

Accord didn’t come from YoRHa.

Accord is a product of the aliens.

She’s a machine!

I want to go back to the tower. Don’t worry, no more talk about time and seeds and light and arks and useless crap like that

At least, not for the next… I don’t fucking know. 1,000 words. Lol. Lol😬

Do you remember what was inside the tower, aside from the ark itself? Aside from the countless copiesof B/E models?

The library.

An exact replica of Popola’s library, all the way back from Replicant.

And I always saw this moment at its face value. Oh, it’s THE library. The library that holds all the records for the machines is a copy of the one from the other game. Cool.

Same thing with when Popola’s office appeared in both the game and the anime, though they both served mildly different purposes.

But when I looked at these moments as I was writing this theory I thought… hm. Why here?

So I did what every normal fan does and

I read the Drakengard 3 complete guide.

4/5ths of it.

Long day. Thank you Accord’s Library.

But among the things I took note of, this page caught my eye:

A page that’s Basically an outline of the timelines in Drakengard 1, 2 (told you it’s technically canon, bitch), and the first NieR. Done by accord.

Let’s zoom in on NieR’s, actually.

Atta boy. First of all, fucking banger of an image. Second of all, so… did…

Did an Accord meet Devola & Popola? Because if so…

… it makes a lot more sense as to why the machines’ archives are stored in an identical copy of their library.

What I’m getting at is that I think Accord had some involvement with the data recorded in the tower, or at least… the tower itself.

Second of all. Let’s go back to the complete guide, and narrow our focus on its documentation of the games’ events— specifically, the branching phenomena.

Something interesting that I noticed is that everything regarding either

Accord

Branch activity at all

Is labeled as “Top Secret.”

And yeah, this is probably just for some cool flare or whatnot, but I really want to narrow down the Accord stuff in this.

From what I was able to get translated off this page, I actually found some very interesting things.

To start, it’s described that the fact Accord is an android/machine/whatever the fuck at all is… prohibited information. That she was a “machine made from an advanced civilization in the Old World. Specifically… prohibited to be published.” It’s also described as being “an embarrassing secret.”

The “embarrassing secret” thing could honestly just be in Accord’s own words, but I don’t think the “prohibited” part is.

After all, it was also prohibited for Accord to intervene like she did in Ending D.

So she’s prohibited from interfering with events in a timeline, as well as ever disclosing her identity as an Android/machine…which she also considers an “embarrassing secret.”

And we should also talk about the… the fucking… NieR Desktop PCs that have lore on them. I fucking hate this franchise.

4198 AD Humanity's extinction is confirmed. All records relating to humans are moved to maximum-pirority folders, and backups are sent to regional quantum servers for safekeeping.

5012 AD An Attack by aliens from outer space is recorded. Numerous buildings and androids are destroyed, and some quantum servers are catastrophically damaged.

5155 AD Machine lifeforms created by these unidentified alien visitors launch an ark into space, resulting in a new divergence. An attempt is then made to sync up with servers from the past.

2021 AD Synchronization with past server is successful. As the original network was small and designed for personal use, expansion will be required. - Accord

First of all, quantum servers. Server. COUGH COUGH. Memory server.

(Also, it’s mentioned that there is a quantum server in the Forest of Myth in another one of these… most likely being, Sleeping Beauty itself. Obvious.)

Anyways.

Second of all… the ark launching causes a “divergence.”

Not a branch, a divergence. There’s a difference between the two.

It’s kind of hard to explain in words, but thankfully— the Complete Guide has a trusty visual aid.

So the ark did breach off into separate timelines… and Accord doesn’t at all sound concerned.

In fact, she sounds like she fucking contributed to it.

I might be totally tripping as I’m sure I’ve been this entire post but this all makes it sound like she herself was the one, or one of the ones, who recorded & stored all the records we see in Automata into the Ark.

especially when you read what the other PC had to say.

2021 AD A certain manufacturer releases a high-spec personal computer. This model of PC, designed to receive perpetual updates via the network, is soon adopted across the globe.

2025 AD These PCs, now spread the world over, begin to link up and share data as part of a neural-networking experiment conducted by the manufacturer without the knowledge of its users.

2032 AD Large-scale data breaches and acts of cyberterrorism are carried out over the network, during which time information regarding Replicant technology is leaked. The experiment is soon halted, and the computers stop receiving updates.

3021 AD A thousand years after the experiment, consciousness data from these computers is detected on the network. The Collection and merging of this data is performed by the quantum server located in the Forest of Myth.

Hey, look. The times match up. 2021 AD, 2021 AD.

But if we carry over the fact that this is all coming from Accord…

“These PCs, now spread the world over, begin to link up and share data as part of a neural-networking experiment conducted by the manufacturer without the knowledge of its users.”

Hm.

Go back to Reincarnation. What did it say Accord’s purpose was?

This puppet’s goal

is to observe how humans live their lives.

Maybe it’s just me. That’s a new one.

One of the few things we’ve known about Accord, for sure, is her goal of recording singularities, branches, etc., all in order to prevent the collapse of all timelines.

I don’t think we ever got “study human lives” in the equation.

And so I thought. Maybe we did. Maybe I just looked over that answer, too. Maybe…

It was her original purpose?

Okay.

I’m sure one thing has been lingering in your head as you’ve read all this.

I’m gonna lead up to a big reveal that Accord is secretly a big bad evil, who is recording the world and beyond for the machines,and that we should watch out for her or some shit.

I think the complete opposite.

Because while I said that she’s prohibited from ever interfering with events in a branch… which she is.

Here’s the kicker.

She does it anyway.

In ending D, Accord breaks that “rule” and runs in at the last second, ensuring that the flower would be sealed off in that branch.

Why did she do this? Is she stupid?

And the best answer we’re given is… firstly, Zero.

Whatever feelings Zero made Accord feel while recording the events of Drakengard 3 were so strong that she went against that prohibition just to help her, even if it meant getting herself killed.

And do you remember the “embarrassing secret” comment I brought up when discussing the information in the Complete Guide? How I concluded that that phrasing was likely coming from Accord’s own perspective?

Perhaps she considers her identity as a “puppet from the old world” an “embarrassing secret”… because Accord isn’t affiliated with the machines anymore.

She’s been working against them.

The most recent Reincarnation update as of this script revealed a shit ton of really, really important lore.

The Cage is inside of a Seed. Humanity is planning on Reincarnating.

But out of everything there’s one thing that I… genuinely did not see coming. It was probably the most obvious reveal out of everything, but still.

After the Ark leaves, the machines who left on it begin assimilating everything.

They start collecting data to an almost catastrophic degree, eradicating androids. Building a kingdom, taking over earth.

Not just earth— If I read it right, their goal is to completely dominate all timelines, all earths. That is, until a civil war between machines breaks out.

And what occurs sometime after this is, presumably, NieR:Reincarnation. Inside of The Cage, a repurposed Seed of Destruction perhaps taken from the machines & used now to store the data of humanity so that they may one day resurrect.

But here’s the real kicker. A seed taken from the machines?

Yes. If I’m correct, the machines have access to the seeds. It could just be what is giving them the power to assimilate on such a catastrophic scale.

And they’re bringing them across timelines… ah! You know what that sounds like?

Exactly what I fucking said about the Ark. Shit’s clicking. I think. I could totally be wrong about this and if I am my bad.

But let’s go back, back to Accord. Samurai Jaccord. Or something idk

When I brought up the two biggest questions regarding her mere existence, I skipped over one.

“How does she time travel?”

And the question always kind of nagged at me. It felt like an obvious answer but it just… wasn’t.

Until I asked a different question. How does she copy herself?

It’s brought up time and time again that there is no given answer as to how Accord just has so many… identical copies of herself.

And while it would lead me to just believe she’s a line of machines, I… no. Because that’s not what it sounds like at all.

It always just reads as though the original Accord found a way to copy herself on her own.

Copying herself… copy, copy… wait. We’ve seen something that copies. We’ve seen something capable of storing data. We’ve seen something capable of traveling across worlds.

And just like that, I found my answer. She uses the Seeds to time travel and copy herself.

And how might she have initially gotten her hands on one of these seeds?

Well… perhaps, the machines. Whom she was very likely affiliated with, before this war.

She collected the data from humanity and stored it in the ark. Surely it wouldn’t be so hard for Accord to snatch it all back and put it into the Cage, right?

After all… she’s said to come from the old world. Perhaps whatever was the first iteration of the Ark breaching… is the “Old World.” It’s said the machines built a kingdom.

And at the end of this update, we see Pod fly towards a city in white.

And do you know what this city fucking looks like? Guess. Just. Fucking. Guess.

IT’S FUCKING CATHEDRAL CITY.

It’s a time loop. It’s a time loop, and it’s not a new time loop— it’s been a time loop. And who the hell knows how long this shit has been going on.

The Complete Guide mentioned that one specific entity was causing altercations to the “flow of time”— Accord! And no, that’s not a theory— the book legitimately states that Accord is causing changes in time itself.

Hell, if we’re going with the possibility that Accord uses the Seeds in some way to traverse time and space, perhaps she copies herself for every time she does it. For every jump in time, she’s replicated.

And given the ending of Drakengard 3… Girl’s been going at it for a while.

A couple more things I’d like to bring up before we reach the “conclusive statement” of this post.

I say Accord is a machine… what do I mean by that? Earlier I compared her appearance to Adam, does this mean I think Accord is moreso akin to him & Eve?

No. Because like I also pointed out earlier, Accord isn’t organic like we see they are. She doesn’t bleed. Not even when Zero drives that sword straight through her abdomen in order to kill One. One bleeds, a fucking lot, nothing from Accord. I’m gonna quit talking about fictional characters bleeding. Anyways.

No, I think it’s more likely that she’s closer to something like 2P and the P(uppet) units I mentioned earlier, or just… any regular machine.

Secondly, let’s go back to Utahime Five. She’s only in it for like, what, a panel? But I feel as though this singular panel says a lot.

First of all, the Mercurius Gate is what “holds the knowledge of the world” in Drakengard 3. Accord is its “receptionist”, as we see, and she noticeably looks “younger” here. As young as, you know, a machine CAN be.

And if we take into consideration the Copied City’s connection to the Cathedral City, and perhaps now the Ark’s connection to the Mercurius Gate, it would make sense as to why Accord here is its receptionist.

Perhaps this was her original function. A puppet who observes how humans live their lives, storing that data & then serving as its receptionist. Which would give her such an easy out to snatch some of that data back when the time came.

But there’s another thing. How come she looks so much younger here? She’s a machine, I don’t think machines age like… people do? Unless there’s like… Robots 2005 logic you can apply here…

which I doubt. I don’t know the answer to this one. And I don’t wanna just spew more bullshit I’ll probably be pulling out of my asshole. Continuing.

Thirdly. What about in Automata? If Accord’s… you know… giving out weapons to the Resistance, as told to us in this line:

“Oh, the lady who owns the place sends ‘em over every once in a while. Her name’s Accord, and she’s the proprietor of this here business. I just tend to customers and keep all the repair devices humming. I only see her every few years, to be honest. She mostly just uses delivery drones to drop things off. I don’t know where she gets this stuff, but most if it’s in pretty good condition! Say, if you ever happen to run into her, say hello for me, all right?”

how could she be affiliated with the machines?

Well. Like I said, the most likely answer to the time loop is that we aren’t seeing its first go-through. It’s been happening, and there are already a possible infinite amount of Accords in the… whatever zone.

I wanna focus on two lines here.

“I only see her every few years, to be honest. She mostly just uses delivery drones to drop things off.”

Her using delivery drones is… interesting. It makes sense. I imagine that in timelines that are, at least in certain ways, “going strong” she wants to minimize her interactions with the world to as limited as possible.

Meanwhile in Drakengard 3, as shit was going to shit, Accord was just outright toying with Zero until eventually intervening during the fight with One.

(Why she then was then showing things in her bag to Yonah I… don’t really know.)

Fourthly.

Group B.

From Sinoalice:

August 2 The origins of Group B is still largely unknown. It is believed they come from an undiscovered branch. I suspect the reason why they remained unnoticed for so long is because they have set up Recorders near Singularities to keep us away from them.

March 12 The last time there was a Cataclysm, it gave rise to a large number of Group B. They even have weaponry capable of countering our aerial weapons… things are getting out of hand. We’ve managed to keep them at bay so far, but if this situation continues, we will be completely overpowered.

June 5 It seems that we Recorder models, will need to adapt. The development of replaceable armament parts is progressing, but more investment is needed. Weapons distribution needs to be increased to facilitate memory recollection. There is lot of work to do.

August 8 The previous Recorder was destroyed by Group B. Since there is a possibility that it was captured, I’ll have to request assistance from the Association.

This Group B is something I didn’t really touch on ever due to having literally no fucking clue what it could be, but recently it was brought up again in the anime, so I’m bringing it up now. Because I think I might have an idea.

The first bolded line. “I suspect the reason why they remained unnoticed for so long is because they have set up Recorders near Singularities to keep us away from them.”

I think that Group B, in some way or another… is Accord. At least, variants of her that are more malicious.

Variants of her that are… still affiliated with the machines? Time is most likely all happening at once, in separate universes/timelines, and therefore while one group of accords are on our side, the other still is with the machines, from the “past.” I sound like a fucking flatlining heart rate monitor I’m so sorry.

Anyways… shit. You know what just clicked? Everything in this makes sense.

Do you remember Michael’s novella, when he and the other dragons were battling “puppets”/“insects”?

That was Group B. It had to have been, given that we know there is some weird kind of connection between the dragons of Drakengard and the Dragons from the “Kingdom of Night”, and that these dragons in the kingdom were deployed to fight against machines and aliens inside the kingdom.

And wanna know something? It’s parroted information, but the first of the Dragon machines and Accord were created around the same time, same area. But no matter how hard I try and convince myself otherwise, everything points to these two entities having not been originally created by the same entity.

And guess the fuck what? I’m not even theorizing about Accord being both group A and B, I’m just rewording actual canon.

In Sinoalice, there are two characters, these two:

That Accord is said to be the “ancestor” of. Fucking. They’re puppets. They are puppets with red eyes. And they’re fucked up little assholes.

And not only, but these two characters are also “mutated variants” of, what? Group B. Two characters are descendants of Accord & simultaneously variants of Group B, what conclusion does that leave? Accord and Group B are connected. Accord is Group A, the Accords still with the machines are Group B, Group A and Group B are both Accords. Circle A on your SpongeBob SquarePants punnet square worksheet and meet me after class

Going off of this, it’s said that Group B also has the capability to change forms based off parts they assimilate from other entities. And… hm. Hm!

If we apply that this same power hasn’t changed for Group A, then we just answered two questions regarding Accord.

First thing. How I mentioned that she looks younger in Utahime Five compared to her appearances in everything else. If she has the ability to change forms due to whatever she “assimilates”, then that explains why she looks slightly older now.

(Could also possibly explain the existence of male accords too, like in the stage play? I don’t know bro…….. I’m deep but not that deep)

Secondly. Ancestors… ancestor… hm…

Could she be. Um.

Could Accord have been the first “android-like” machine? And it’s because of this that she’s not as “advanced” as the ones we see, like Adam and Eve who are all but virtually organic beings?

Perhaps that’s why Adam resembles her so fiercely. And fuck, I just realized— it’s not just Adam. It’s N2.

And this time I promise I’m not just talking about black hair and pronouns.

I’m talking about narrative framing.

They’re basically inverses of each other. One’s trying to resurrect humanity while the other is actively pushing for its decimation on a dimensional scale.

Actively pushing back against one another. Constantly observing. Constantly… watching. And both possibly created by entities who once did the same.

Fifthly. And at last, finally.

What does Accord have to do with the Cage?

Well. It’s something very, very interesting.

The Cage, formerly situated on the moon before… for some reason… being found on Earth, is what’s keeping humanity alive.

At least, their data. Their data from all timelines, if I recall. And from cameos we are given little breadcrumbs that tell us Accord is very likely its creator.

And this Cage, inside of a seed, is revealed to be what is intended to bring humanity back— to resurrect them.

If this seed, this Cage, is destroyed— everything is destroyed. Humanity dies.

I fully believe that this event, the destruction of the cage— if it happens, this will be the Fall-Down. The destruction of all timelines. The destruction of humanity.

And think about all the characters we see from the games in Reincarnation. 2B, A2, 9S. Nier, Kaine, Emil. Even fucking Zero herself.

It’s all their data. It’s not them, per se— just their data. Why’s Joker Persona 5 there? Ummmmmm shhhhhhhhhh 🤫 🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫

And you know what? I think I just solved another question I’ve had for ages.

We know who took Angelus’ body.

During the legion war, Angelus’ body is stolen from where it’s being kept and we just… genuinely do not know where the fuck it went. At all. Not a fucking clue.

But do you know what I’m wondering now? Maybe Accord took it, and she’s in the cage. Because look at THIS. FUCKING. SCENE.

While Yuzuki and Hina are going through this weird “gallery” of paintings (WHY IS IT ALWAYS FUCKING PAINTINGS BY THE WAY. maybe accord & adam were in the same art class), a FUCKING DRAGON FLIES OUT OF NOWHERE, GOES INTO THE PAINTING, AND DIES. Obviously it’s just a reference to the only thing in Drakengard 1 that ever gets referenced— but we’re already so fucking deep I can’t see shit. I’m going with it.

And finally… finally, finally… I think I have everything. And if I’ve just confused the fuck out of you all for the last 7000+ words, allow me to attempt to amend that with my concluding…. bullet points

•The Ark the machines use to traverse time & space is a Seed of Destruction, in some shape or form, which we’ve seen them possess before. Seeds can also be used to store memories & “data”.

•The “light” frequently referenced throughout the series is most likely in reference to The Great Time.

•The Aliens of Automata are most likely connected to the Watchers of Drakengard in some genetic way.

•Accord is a machine, who stole data from humanity without their knowledge for the machines’ server.

•She later rebelled when their assimilation began and created the Cage.

•Accord uses the Seed(s) to copy herself & possibly time travel as well.

•The humans of Midgard were always right; there is an Egg of Resurrection.

And. That’s. EVERYTHING.

Shit. Sorry if this all kind of fell apart near the end, this took waaaay too long to finish up and every time I got close new shit got revealed that I could add. YAY.

But anyways. Hope you guys liked my nonsense, and until next time,

Hold on.

I just realized something.

…I think I was wrong.

Like, completely wrong, about something. One thing. Completely wrong about one, small thing.

Accord… isn’t the only character we see in these games that can travel across time and space.

…So does Caim.

At the end of Drakengard 1, ending E, he and Angelus send themselves and the Mother Angel (Queen Beast) across time into modern day Tokyo. This event is what would cause the NieR timeline to kickstart at all, bringing the origin of MASO as well as…

This event is what… caused NieR to occur.

This… event… caused… NieR.

This event caused NieR Replicant, which caused NieR Automata, in which the Ark was formed, in which the first Accord was created, in which assimilation began and kickstarted the time loop.

And the real kicker? Remember when I brought up “Singularities”? Entities with the capabilities to cause branches and alter timelines. The ones that we know of include Zero, Two, and recently, Kaine—

but with information given by Drakengard 3’s Complete Guide, we were given three more. These being,

Nier,

Nowe,

And CAIM.

It’s confirmed. Thank fuck, by the way— one of the biggest portions of the original twin theory was me trying to prove that he was a Singularity at all, but little did I know the truth was right under my nose. Waiting. For ten years. I’m the smartest bitch on planet earth

But there’s something… off, I feel.

In every instance of a singularity taking effect that we’ve gotten to see they always stay on the same… I guess, “Earth.” The branch changes, I guess, but the earth really doesn’t.

I’m saying this, because

Caim branches into an entirely different world, and he brings the two beings that shall end yet another humanity with it.

I’d bet the Gods were sure happy about that. More humans to…

I’d bet the Gods were sure happy about that.

What? Hang on.

Look at that.

These birds show up right before the Queen Beast falls into Tokyo. Birds have always been common imagery in these games, usually for symbolic purposes.

But every time Drakengard 1 uses this kind of imagery it’s… weird. The birds are weird.

Especially inverse of this, the very beginning of the game:

It’s in the opening cutscene of Drakengard 1. Furiae says, “It begins.”

(What begins? What does she already know…?)

And after a fade to white, we cut to a bird circling in the sky over the battlefield Caim is currently in. The very same one where he will be fatally wounded, forcing him to forge a pact with Angelus, the beginning of the end.

It always struck me as odd as to why this shot was included. Why include such seemingly meaningless imagery as… you know, a bird flying. Like a bird can do.

Well, that’s the thing with Drakengard 1. It’s by far the entry in this series with the heaviest religious imagery and theming.

And thus, with that in mind…

I looked it up.

What is the significance of a bird circling in the sky?

Oh.

So… It’s an Omen.

It’s an Omen.

A bird circling in the sky is considered an omen in certain religions.

A bird circling in the sky is considered an omen that God is either sending a message from beyond, or is watching over you.

God is watching over you.

God is watching you.

(watching me, watching you)

Hm. Hm! In the context of this series, that’s kind of…

interesting.

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Grayson Waller x reader

‼️ Warning: 18+, smut, swearing, mature content, cringe writing ‼️

an: not proof read in anyway shape or form cause I cannot 🫣

Thought I’d try a little something different. Been wanting to do one of these for a while 👀 everyone I write for will eventually have one of these - was just desperate to write something for Grayson 🥲

Grayson fic coming soon - if anyone is interested 👀

Aftercare, what is he like after sex?

Grayson is not overly huge on aftercare. Once he is out of his post glow orgasm state he will ask you how it was for you, offer you a drink then either get back to fucking you or going to sleep. Sometimes too much aftercare is a huge ick.

Body part, his favorite body part on him and also on you.

He likes his arms, he loves showing them off to you trying to impress by showing how strong he is. He is such a thigh man, absolutely adores your thighs - infact it’s his favourite place to be. He is always touching them, grabbing them when you sit next to him, he is extremely primal in staking his claim and leaving hand/bite marks I’m all over them to show everyone who you belong to.

Cum, anything to do with cum.

This man goes feral for creampies. He HAS to finish inside of you. Again it’s all about him showing you who you belong to. His second favourite place to cum is on your face. You looking up at his doe-eyed face full of his cum MAKES.HIM.WEAK

Dirty secret, pretty self explanatory.

For as long as he can remember, you’ve always got his blood pumping. When he started at the performance centre the same time as you it was as if fate brought tall together, however Grayson was too shy to make a move on you - which sounds completely out of character but I think if he really liked someone he wouldn’t be his cocky ass self. When he followed you on insta, he would pleasure himself to your photos, it didn’t have to be bikini photos, it could be normal ones - that’s the effect you had on him. This man was weak for you. It’s something he hasn’t shared with you as he doesn’t want to come off as being weird.

Experience, how experienced is he? Does he know what he’s doing?

It’s pretty obvious he is experienced with the ladies. He knows all the right buttons to press to get you off. Even though he has been with alot of women he still had to learn what you like and dislike, but it didn’t take him long to find a rhythm with you and have the best sex of yalls life.

Favorite position, this goes without saying.

This man loves having you cowgirl. Seeing you bounce on top of him, boobs at his disposal, seeing your face twist and contort to him thrusting up into you, he is in heaven.

Goofy, is he more serious in the moment? Is he humorous?

Grayson is naturally a goofball but in the bedroom something takes over him, the goofiness is left at the door and this darkness comes over him. There’s no giggling and playfulness, he is intense and passionate when fucking you.

Hair, how well groomed is he?

Grayson has hair, it ain’t a full grown 70’s style bush, it’s neat and present and he isn’t ashamed about it.

Intimacy, how is he during the moment? the romantic aspect.

He is intense and passionate. Always whispering compliments into your ear telling you how well you are taking him, how much of a good girl you are. There is LOTS of forehead resting/kissing that gets you weak. He gives you glimpses of a tender side when fucking you and it’s just as good as when he is being rough and assertive.

Jack off, masturbation

When yall were on different brands this man would constantly be touching himself to the thought of only you. He would look at the pictures and videos of you on his phone. Grayson would call you up on so many occasions to watch you play with yourself wishing it was him with his fingers inside your pussy and not yours.

Kink, one or more of his kinks.

The thought of you pregnant with his children DRIVES.HIM.WILD. He knows yall ain’t ready for kids but just the thought of it makes him crazy. Cumming inside you is a must, he loves nothing more than telling you when he is fucking you he is going to put his kids in you, and how amazing you’ll look round and full of HIS babies.

Location, favorite places to do the deed.

The old faithful in the bedroom is one of his favourite places, he wants to make sure you are comfortable and laying you down on a soft mattress that he fully intends to pound you into - nothing beats it. When he is feeling more risky and adventurous fucking you on a balcony comes in at a close second, the rush it gives yall - the thought of being caught, it all adds to the pleasure. Lastly a mirror. This one is more intense as he makes you watch yourself as he is fucking you from behind, he loves seeing your face twist and contort in pleasure and he wants you to see exactly what he sees.

Motivation, what turns him on?

This one is simple. You. You turn him on. Everything you do, everything you say, the way your clothes hug your body, the innocent look you give him when you are teasing him, the teasing of him is something he doesn’t tire of. Nothing gets him harder than when you tease him, dropping something between his legs so you have to kneel down in front of him, looking up at him through your eyelashes, gripping his thighs, to then pick up what you dropped, wink at him then leave.

No, something he wouldn’t do.

There is nothing that’s off limits to Grayson. You want to try it? He will do it for you, just like when he comes to you with his fantasies you never say no.

Oral, preference in giving or receiving, skill?

Grayson isn’t a selfish lover by any means, however he will admit he does prefer getting blowjobs. He would happily sit and let you suck his cock all day till there is nothing left to empty into you. He will always return the favour and does love eating you out, the taste of you is something he can’t get enough of, but will admit that his tongue spends less time in you than you spend with your lips wrapped round his cock. It’s never really been an issue for you though cause that boy knows how to use his tongue.

Pace, is he fast and rough? slow and sensual?

It depends on his mood. He can be slow and sensual, or rough. You tend to find when he is frustrated, angry or annoyed the sex is rough. I’m talking hair pulling, biting, spanking, throat grabbing, grunting it’s nothing but pure animalistic.

Any other time he takes his time to worship you, to make you feel loved and adored. It’s a health mix that you both love.

Quickie, his opinions on quickies? how often?

He’s not a big fan of quickies because he likes to take his time with you, but sometimes when yall on the road or backstage and the tension between you is high he has to take you right there and then. Bless his heart he tries to be quick but it’s almost never quick.

Risk, is he game to experiment? does he take risks? etc

The risk of getting caught is a turn on for him, he likes to play with fire and luckily never gets burned. Nothing is off limits, he will sit next to you in restaurants just so he can rub your clit, have his fingers inside you when yall travelling on the tour bus. He wants to try cockwarning with you but has yet to find the opportunity.

Stamina, how many rounds can he go for? how long does he last?

2 maybe 3 rounds depending on how long yall been fucking. Sometimes yall have been locked away in your hotel room for hours. When it comes to Grayson he’s more about the quality of the fuck than how many times he has you cumming - though that can be a fun game too for him.

Toys, does he own toys? does he use them? on a partner or himself?

He doesn’t have toys for himself, however he does have for you. A nice butt plug that he sticks in your ass whenever his attention is on your pussy. Cause each hole deserves attention. Sometimes he even has you wearing it when yall go out for a meal or out doing errands. He is normally trying to keep himself soft when out in public, but the thought of your ass stuffed until he is ready to use your hole makes it so hard to stay soft.

Unfair, how much does he like to tease?

Grayson teases you alot. He likes to get you all riled up ready for his cock then he will stop what he is doing and go back to doing whatever he was originally doing. He is a menace, making you grind on his thigh, cock starved only to have you a whimpering mess and not give you the cock you crave. He isn’t all bad though, eventually he gives in and fucks you, but not until he says.

Volume, how loud is he, what sounds does he make?

Just like he is loud and proud in his normal life and in the squared circle, when it comes to the bedroom he is extremely vocal. His moans can drown out you at times, he grunts, swears and praises you throughout, every sweet sound that leaves his lips sends goosebumps rising all over your body.

Wild card, a random headcanon.

He loves making home videos with you. Who needs porn when he has a mountain of videos and photos at his disposal on his phone. When yall fucking he always has his phone out whether it’s taking pictures of his dick in your mouth of videos of him filling you with his cum, he has something for every mood.

X-ray, what's going on underneath his clothes?

Honestly he’s a solid 7. It ain’t the size that matters it’s how it’s used and he can definitely use it.

Yearning, how high is his sex drive?

He thinks about fucking you ALL.THE.TIME. The sight of you, your lingering touch all of that make his cock twitch in his pants, however he knows your sex drive isn’t as high as his so he tries to be respectful most of the time.

Zzz, how quick does he fall asleep after?

Honestly, because of the intensity and passion, Grayson falls asleep pretty quickly, once he’s snuggled up next to you (sometimes he even likes to be the little spoon) he quickly melts away into a deep sleep.

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artificial-transmutations · 2 years ago

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Closer Than Flesh - Beginning

The hit points of the boss, a big menacing demon guy, melt away with every well placed hit. Sword swing, sword swing, dodge roll to avoid the flame breath. Alright. Jake leans forward and gently bites the top of his tongue. Another sword swing. Healing Potion. There comes the next flame breath.

Suddenly, the doorbell rings. It only takes the second of distraction for Jake to miss the next dodge roll, resulting in a black screen with red letters "You died."

Jake almost throws the controller at the screen, as the doorbell goes again, followed by knocks on the door.

When Jake opens the door, he sees his childhood friend Skyler beaming at him. Skyler is half a head taller than Jake and has a hairstyle that can best be described as "exploded", a stark contrast to Jake's carefully styled dark hair.

"What took you so long?" Skyler asks jokingly while stepping inside.

Jake looks back at the TV and sighs before answering.

"I was busy," he says with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

Skyler nods and sits down on the couch without invitation. "I see. Not very successful, though."

Jake and Skyler have known each other for a really long time now, practically since kindergarten. Both are in their mid-twenties now, but they still hang out like old times. They've been friends for so long that neither can remember how it started exactly.

Both of them are not very fit (although Jake at least has a gym membership he almost never used) and have somewhat nerdy hobbies. While Jake is a huge fan of video games, Skyler dabbles in photography - and 'urban exploration' as he calls it.

"So. How was Europe? Spain or Russia or something, right?" Jake asks, plopping down on the couch next to his friend.

"Romania, dumbass!" replies the other man with the wild brown hair. "Russia is not even IN Europe."

Jake rolls his eyes and shakes his head. "Whatever, I don't care where you were."

Skyler grins from ear to ear and claps his hands together. "Well, dude, you should. Because you won't believe what I found in some deserted mansion back there."

"What?"

"A Sigil Stone."

Jake blinks several times before sitting up straight. "A what now?"

"I'm not sure! But it has this weird symbol carved into it, like a sigil. So, I called it the Sigil Stone."

"So let me get this straight. You went backpacking for weeks in some backwater country and all you brought back is... a stone."

"Pretty much."

Jake groans loudly and puts his face in his palms. "Why do I even bother talking to you sometimes?"

"Because you're my friend, duh!" Skyler laughs and punches Jake lightly on the shoulder. Even though Jake is playing the annoyed one pretty convincingly, he has to grin for a moment, that boyish grin that always makes Skyler's heart skip a beat. Skyler has recently discovered that he is gay - and that he has a huge crush on his friend. However, since he knows well that Jake is straight and doesn't want to risk their relationship, Skyler has kept quiet about both facts.

"Alright, alright. So, did you at least bring your special stone here?" Jake says while trying to sound entirely uninterested.

"Oh yeah, of course!" Skyler pulls a small pouch out of his pocket and starts rummaging through it. He finds what he is looking for and holds it out for Jake to see.

It is a weathered stone with a metallic looking symbol on it, reminding Jake somewhat of a heart shape, although the symbol is not closed on one side.

"Do you know what that symbol means?", he asks.

"Nope", Skyler answers. "I looked it up and it's like it doesn't even exist."

"Okay, so... just a pretty stone then? What does it do?"

"Ohhh, it does stuff. Watch this."

Skyler grabs the stone again and holds it in his hand. He closes his eyes as if he is concentrating on a difficult problem. Jake starts a snarky remark but stops quickly when he notices that the symbol on the stone begins to glow in a dark red color.

"What does it..." he begins to say but is brought out of his concept when he raises his eyes to his friend's face again. All of a sudden, all of Skyler’s hair has turned bright green.

"Wooha." Jake stares at his friend in disbelief. "Is that... the stone?"

"Yeah!" Skyler beams proudly. "Neat, huh?"

He concentrates again, and his hair color returns to normal.

"Is it... magic?"

"I think so," Skyler says. "I've been experimenting with it for the past few days and I'm slowly getting the hang of it. I didn't manage to do other stuff than changing my hair yet, but perhaps it only needs practice. Imagine how cool it would be to conjure a huge flatscreen out of thin air!"

Jake shakes his head and chuckles. "You're such an idiot."

"And you're not?" Skyler asks, raising his eyebrows.

"No, I am not."

"Yeah right. Oh!" Skyler hits his forehead and starts to take off his shirt. "I almost didn't show you the weirdest thing."

He turns around and shows Jake the back of his left shoulder. On it, there is a dark red tattoo in the same shape as that symbol.

"You got a matching tattoo?" Jake asks.

Skyler shakes his head. "No. Well, yes, obviously I did, but it just appeared on its own."

"Don't you think that's dangerous? I mean that stone does things to you we obviously don't understand." Jake asks with his voice full of concern.

"Nah, it's just a tattoo. Probably nothing. What do you say, do you want to experiment a bit?"

Jake reluctantly agrees. Over the course of the next few hours, Skyler experiments with his stone, changing his hair color and style, even trying to give himself a bear or making his ears bigger - with moderate success. Apparently, it is more difficult to use the stone than it looks like. Even though Skyler offers, Jake declines using the stone himself or let Skyler try to use it on him. He is not yet convinced of the items safety and does not want to make a rush decision.

Finally, it has gotten late, and Skyler is exhausted from all the experimenting.

"Do you mind if I crash at yours for tonight?" he asks, stifling a yawn. It was nothing new for the both of them. Jake has a large double bed and don't mind letting his friend sleep on the other side. Sometimes, Skyler wonders if that would change if Jake knew of his sexuality.

"Sure."

Skyler nods gratefully and wastes no time crawling into bed, falling asleep instantly, his hand still closed around the sigil stone.

At some later point, Skyler wakes up briefly as Jake comes into bed as well, of course keeping a respectful distance. Still, Skyler can feel his body heat or at least he imagines he can feel it. God, Jake is such a great guy. He just wishes he could be close to him forever. He just feels so safe and good in the presence of Jake. How great would it be if they could, someday, become even closer...

With these happy thoughts, Skyler drifts back to sleep.

The next morning, Skyler wakes up to a sudden movement of his environment. All around him, it's dark, warm and a bit damp. He can't see anything, but he feels himself being covered by fabric. Did he crawl under the sheets entirely in his sleep? However, as Skyler tries to free himself from the bedding, he finds himself unable to. His struggling movements seem to do way less than he is used to. Had he tangled himself? He tries to move again, this time with more force, provoking some movement in the fabric around him.

Suddenly, his whole world is shaking. A gigantic force squeezes his environment together and tosses him around, miraculously without hurting him. Nevertheless, Skyler shrieks in terror.

"Skyler? What's wrong?" Jake's voice sounds sleepy and worried, but there is more wrong to it. It comes from a weird direction.

"Skyler? Where are you man?" The voice is less sleepy now and more worried.

"I'm right here, in your bed!" Skyler exclaims, as, again, his world massively shifts. Where before he was lying on his back, the world turns now, leaving him hanging upside down, while his feet are still firmly attached to the bed.

"I can't see you! What's going on?" Jakes voice is now coming distinctively from above. More movement, Skyler is tossed to the side and back again. Miraculously, even though his mind tells him he should be sick from all that shaking, he isn't. Suddenly, a gap of light opens in the fabric tent around him, and Skyler can see the outside. It's still Jakes bedroom, but it has grown considerably over night. Everything he can see through the small gap is positively huge. His eye level seems to be one, perhaps one and a half meters above ground. The room itself is about ten times larger than it had been when they went to bed last night.

As he slowly gets his bearings, Skyler realizes that he is hanging in mid-air inside his fabric prison, held in place by his feet, which are attached to a warm firm surface. With the added light, Skyler is able to recognize more of his surroundings now. There is a mat of gigantic hair around him, with him in the fabric tent. Also, besides it being damp, it also smells... good. Skyler takes a double take. Yes, of course he knows the smell. It smells just like... Jake.

Suddenly, it clicks in Skyler’s mind. That couldn't be, right? Absolutely positively no way.

"Turn around, Jake", Skyler asks. Sure enough, shortly after, he and his black fabric prison are spun around, the small gap now showing a different part of Jakes bedroom.

"I still can't see you, Sky! Are you playing some kind of game?"

Skyler gulps. "Okay, I think I know where I am. Ehm. And there is really no easy way to say this, so... For some fucking reason, I think I am your... dick right now."

That is only half true. Although he doesn't know for sure, he remembers his lazy thoughts from last night. Had he still be holding the magic stone? But this was big, way bigger than changing his hair color!

"You are... what?!" Suddenly, light engulfs Skyler, as his fabric constrains are pulled down abruptly, exposing him to the air.

"Holy shit! Is that you?" He sees Jakes huge face looking at him from above, the disbelief clearly showing.

"Well, what does it look like?" Skyler asked sarcastically and looks up towards giant Jake.

"To be honest... just like a dick. But it... you? are huge. Way bigger than usual, I mean."

"Like a dick? Can you show me?" Skyler asks and Jake nods.

"Hold on a moment, this is crazy." Jake moves to the wardrobe where there is a large mirror in one of the doors. As he walks, Skyler feels himself swinging slightly from side to side.

Looking into the mirror, Skyler can indeed confirm what Jake said. In the reflection, he can only see Jake with his cock out, no sign of Skyler. But then again, the dick hanging between his legs is way bigger than what he remembers from the rare times he has seen Jake naked.

"This is nuts!" Skyler says.

"Or at least right next to them." Jake says, his sense of humor slowly returning. "Okay, so this is clearly because of that magic stone of yours. I told you not to play around with it. Now, undo it!"

"I don't know how. And I don't have the stone on me. It's probably still where I slept."

Jake rummages through the sheets for a bit until finally finding the stone. He lets out a relieved sigh. "I somehow thought it would have disappeared for some reason. Now, how are we going to do this? Do I just hold the stone against you, and you do your magic concentrating stuff?"

Without waiting for an answer, Jake does exactly that. Skyler feels the cold surface of the stone pressed against his body, contracting a bit under the contact with the cold material. Nevertheless, he concentrates hard on being a human again. He pictures himself in his old body, wishing really hard to return to his prior form.

"Dude, it's not doing anything. It's not even glowing!" Jake exclaims. After a few minutes, Skyler gives up.

"Perhaps it doesn't work for dicks." he says. Until now it had been an exotic and interesting experience, but now, Skyler begins to feel afraid. What if he cannot change back? "Can you try it?"

"I hate you!" comes the response from Jake, but he takes the stone up to his eye level.

"So, do I just... Wish?"

"You need to concentrate on what you want to do and then, yeah, basically just wish."

For a few moments, nothing happens, and Skyler grows impatient. However, he doesn't want to interrupt Jake's concentration.

"Okay, it, like lit up for some moments, but it didn't work." Jake summarizes.

"At least it did something! Keep trying!"

"I tried, okay?! It's just really hard concentrating in this situation."

Skyler shuts up and gives Jake a bit of silence. It takes one or two more minutes, before he hears Jake's voice again.

"Okay, this stupid thing is not working. And I can't concentrate because..." his voice trails off, and Skyler thinks he can hear a hint of embarrassment.

"Why, what's wrong?" He asks, trying to be helpful.

"Because I have to piss really bad!" Jake responds.

It takes Skyler more than one moment to recognize the problem with this situation. "Oh." He comments and pauses again.

"But I'm sure I can hold it in longer..." begins Jake, but simultaneously, Skyler begins: "Can't you hold it for some more..."

"Yes, now shut up, let's get you out of my dick quickly!" Jake concentrates really hard now, but it is no use. His bladder is bursting, and the situation is so fucked up. His best friend is suddenly his dick because of a magic stone! Yesterday at this time he didn't even believe in magic!

"It's no use, I *need* to pee. Sorry Sky!" Jake really is. That must be the worst situation one can be in, but somehow, it's his own fault. He shouldn't have played around with that stone.

Jake hurries to the bathroom and flips up the toilet seat. "I'll try to make it quick, okay? Are you ready?"

Skyler doesn't suppose there is anyone ever ready for being a dick, let alone used to pee through. Still, there are little options. So, he just says: "Ready when you are."

For a long moment nothing happens. Skyler supposes it's not entirely easy to relax if you know your dick is another person, but in the end, the bladder always wins. Skyler notices a rush of pressure building in his... base that quickly proceeds throughout his body until it reaches his head. It feels a lot like vomiting, only without the sick feeling. In fact, the feeling is not entirely unpleasant, relieving if he needs to put it. However, as the stream of urine erupts from his mouth, Skyler learns a valuable lesson. He can still taste.

Jake's morning piss tastes strongly and acridly as it pours out of Skyler’s mouth and hits the toilet bowl with a loud splashing sound. The taste is really revolting, but Skyler endures. It's not like he has much choice in that matter. Finally, after what feels like several minutes, the stream trickles down and stops, leaving behind an aftertaste. Skyler feels himself being shaken dry, some drops flying from him into the toilet before Jake uses the flush.

"Dude. You need to drink more." Skyler comments drily. "Now get back to wishing."

Welcome to my next longer story series, where we follow the life of Jake and Skyler for a bit. As usual, there will be a lot of different transformations included. Enjoy! You can read the next episode here.

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nei-ning · 7 months ago

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Long, and too weird, dream to be written fully so I write only the end.

2003 turtle boys were at April's place. Very beautiful and modern house inside. Everyone else had to leave somewhere, leaving Raph and Mikey alone in her apartment. Naturally Mikey got bored, starting to chase Raphael (I was in Raph, seeing everything from his view) while telling funny real stuffs for an unknown reason.

Raphael squeezed himself in April's tiny bathroom, black & white, very fancy one, Mikey trying to come in too while Raphael tried to push the door back shut. As the space was very narrow, Raphael's hand touched April's make-up brush, making him jump and scream: "Ew! April's make-up brush touched me!"

This let Mikey get in the bathroom but Raphael had now got in tiny sauna, sitting there with a shower head in his hand. When Mikey peeked in, still talking, Raphael soaked him with cold water but it had no effect. He just kept talking!

I remember Mikey telling a joke:

"A woman asked me why I smell like woman's parfume. I smiled and said: So, you can smell my ghost." (apparently there even actually was a ghost which followed Mikey)

Raphael burst to laugh while still sitting in cold sauna, eventually saying to Mikey who was already telling another joke thing: "Let me laugh more ta that ghost thing!"

I was now myself, coming out of sauna wearing only a towel around myself, giggling to Mikey's ghost joke too. As I crossed over slightly "flooding" road, heading towards old red brick building with rusty iron fence around it, I realized that 1. I was in 1800's city / town, making me think if Nightmare Creatures game (places in 1800 London) for PS1 and 2. Everyone from my family was out so there was a possibility doors were locked and I wouldn't be able to get inside.

I turned to look to my right, seeing grass garden area across the road, fenced one, where was 4 to 5 deer. They all stared at something (dark evening / night) before running off. At the same moment when they ran off, I heard loud zombie sound (moan, groan or however you like describe it). I knew I was screwed. That this zombie had seen me and was coming to me, fast, even that I couldn't see or hear it. The feeling in the dream changed from weird and hilarious into so horrible one that I noped myself out of that dream.

When I woke up, I realized I couldn't feel my legs! Nothing from hips down! I either had been sleeping too long in same position (on my stomach which is rare) or then the fear I felt in my dream had "paralyzed" me here or I was sleeping so heavily, my legs being so relaxed that they became heavy and numb.

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animatorweirdo · 2 years ago

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Imagine getting possessed by False Gabriel

(I hope this will be to your liking. I tried to make it creepy and kinda gory in a way and I can sense writer’s block creeping in so sorry if the text is not the best. Male reader by the way)

Requested by @weird-addiction

Warnings: kidnapping, cult stuff, demonic possession, animals being scared, violence, blood, gore, some nice moments, Gabriel is a douche and wants you to take the ring and kill Sauron.

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- You didn't know how it started. One day, you were riding on your horse to return home, then you were hit in the head by something.

-You remember being dragged into a place and laid on something. You saw strange symbols and these people wearing dark hoods to cover their faces. They were chanting something then you recall the pain.

-It was painful. It was like something crawled into your mouth, going inside your body, and then it was nothing but darkness.

-You woke up on a table, covered in blood, and the people who took you lay dead on the floor, severed and slaughtered like it was a beast that attacked them. It was horrifying, especially when it seemed it was you who attacked them.

-You didn't know what to do, so you grabbed your belongings and left the place.

-You managed to find your beloved horse in the forest, and you were glad to see no harm done to him. However, you were confused when he started acting frightened when he saw you. He almost refused to come to you. It took everything to calm him down.

-It was your first sign something was wrong with you.

-You took a bath in the river to clean yourself up and tried to continue your journey, which was difficult because your companion still seemed frightened by you. It was strange because you had him for years, and he had never been afraid of you before, and now he was walking like he was at the edge of a cliff.

-You considered stopping at Rivendell and asking for lord Elrond's help to find out what those people did to you. It wasn't just your horse who was afraid of you. Every animal you saw and encountered fled or made threatening noises when they saw you. It was like you were one of the most dangerous predators on earth.

-You made a camp when the night came and tried to rest, hoping everything that happened so far was just a bad dream.

-You then began to dream about strange things. You dreamed about the birth of the christ, the antichrist, angels, the god, and the devil, and you saw never-ending darkness that covered the sky and the land. It was like the sun, moon, and stars had ceased from existence, and the people looked frightened when there was a voice– telling them not to be afraid.

-You then saw what seemed to be your banishment. You woke up screaming and sweating like you had been running for hours, breathing frantically.

-You didn't know what to make of the dream, which felt like a nightmare. Strangely, it felt real, and now you know things that don't exist or have never happened in Middle Earth.

-The war between the god and the devil, the birth of Jesus, false Gabriel. None of it made sense to you.

-You tried to stop thinking about the horrible dream, but then you noticed your companion was gone. You tried to look for him and call out his name, but there were no traces of him, and he didn't return.

-Now you knew something was terribly wrong with you. First, animals are afraid of you, second, you dream strange things, and now your faithful companion has left you. He would always stay somewhere near, so there had to be something wrong with you for him to abandon you like that.

-As a result, you had to continue your journey on foot.

-You tried to make sense of everything, but it only made your head ache in pain since you had no idea who Jesus was or this false Gabriel. All you knew from the dream was that he looked like a divine spirit with brilliant white wings and a kind smile.

-You remember his voice and how he told the people not to be afraid and that their savior had arrived. He sounded convincing, and the people looked at him with hope before the sky suddenly turned black, and there was nothing but darkness.

-He lied to them.

-He was the devil in disguise. It reminded you of the incident in Eregion where Sauron had disguised himself as an emissary of the Valar, and the city fell when he attacked and killed its lord. The two felt quite similar, but there was something more sinister about Gabriel.

-You couldn't figure out what was going on, but when you noticed orcs following you, you had your answer.

-You tried to escape them since there were too many of them for you to take them on your own. However, your luck seemed to get worse because you got cornered.

-They surrounded you with vicious grins and prepared to skin you alive. You couldn't find another way out till you felt the pain, and something began to crawl inside you, making you stand still and twitch uncontrollably.

-You then felt a pair of hands coming from behind you and covering your eyes from the sun and the sky. You then heard a gentle hush, and everything turned dark.

-The next time you woke up, you were covered in orc blood, and all the orcs lay dead around you like those people in the cave. You stared at them horrifically while holding your bloodied blade because the way their innards and blood dressed the ground made it look like they faced a savage beast. It was carnage.

-You were frightened because there was no way you could have done that all by yourself. You then remembered something or rather– someone, covered your eyes, and made you black out.

-You were confused beyond words.

-You were startled when you heard someone behind you and saw another one of your kind looking at you with a disturbed and concerned look on his face.

-He asked if you were alright, but you didn't know how to answer. You were still in shock from what happened.

-The elf introduced himself as Legolas and offered to take you to see his companions.

-You remembered what happened and almost refused his offer, fearing you would put him and his companions in danger, but you were too tired and wanted some peace of mind, so you accepted, and he took you away from the bloody scene.

-He helped you clean up from the orc blood so you wouldn't scare his companions, then introduced you to them. You did not expect to meet two human men, one dwarf, four little creatures, and a wizard. You certainly haven't met a company like that before.

-They helped you out, even though some of them were suspicious of you. You found the little creatures 'the hobbits' pleasant company. The food they made was excellent, and the little rascals Merry and Pippin were humorous.

-You honestly felt better after such maddening days.

-When they questioned you and your journey, you felt reluctant to tell what had been happening to you. You didn't know what was wrong with you and felt fearful, so you lied and told them you got lost, which wasn't precisely a lie.

-Soon, however, you began to hear strange whispers.

-They were quiet and spoke in a strange language. They oddly became stronger whenever you stood beside Frodo. You didn't know why, so you were afraid that you were losing your mind.

-You decided to confess to the wizard what had happened to you and what you went through before meeting them. You even told him about the whispers and how they always became stronger when you were around Frodo.

-Gandalf heeded your concerns and asked you to give him your hand. You cooperated and gave him your hand, allowing him to feel your fea and mind. He then let go with a troubled face.

-There was an evil presence deep within you, he explained, and that is why you are most likely hearing one ring, the purpose of their journey.

-You felt shocked hearing the news, but you finally understood why those things had been happening to you. When you told Gandalf about the strange dreams, he was a bit baffled since even he had never heard of concepts such as Christ or false Gabriel.

-He advised you to watch your condition and stay clear of Frodo to avoid getting affected by the one ring. He then said you should come with them to Lothlorien and seek aid from the lady of light, who might be able to help you.

-You heeded his advice and stayed clear of Frodo, keeping it a secret that you knew about the one ring like Gandalf promised to keep your condition secret to ensure the fellowship won't be frightened.

-You tried to avoid Frodo indirectly so he wouldn't notice. He was sweet and kind, so you didn’t want to hurt his feelings. Although you enjoyed being around him, you had to do it for his sake as well as yours.

-You joined on their journey since they were going for Lothlorien. Everything was going quite well. You managed to become somewhat friends with Gimli, the dwarf. He was rough-tongued but funny. Legolas teased you sometimes, and you became friends with him fairly quickly.

-You watched over your condition and tried to observe if anything else was going to happen to you. Knowing there was an evil spirit inside you made you feel a bit on edge. Surprisingly, nothing happened so far until you went to sleep.

-" They can't help you..." You heard a voice say and found yourself in the familiar world of endless darkness. You were frightened till you came face to face with Gabriel or false Gabriel.

-He looked like the ethereal angel, but there was a dark shadow behind his eyes, and the way he smiled at you made shivers run across your spine. You somehow knew in your guts that this was the devil, the creature that tricked the people and plunged the sky into darkness.

-" What do you want from me?" You asked, your body shaking with fear as he towered over you with his ominous presence.

-He didn't say anything till he tilted his head and grinned. "You..." he said, and you woke up with fright.

-Frodo was startled by your sudden awakening since he was awake and didn't expect you to wake up with sweat running down your skin. He helped you calm down after waking up, and you two talked with each other, talking about homes and your family members.

-It was comforting, and you felt much better. However, your nightmare didn't seem to be over since you began to hear Gabriel's whispers in your ears, telling you to take the ring.

-You ignored him and tried to push his voice away, feeling unsettled that he was now talking to you when you were awake. You had a bad feeling. Your condition might get worse and worse, especially when the one ring was whispering to you too.

-The journey became difficult. You went through the path of Moria. You tried to keep the hobbits safe from the goblins, but when you sensed the balrog – Gabriel awakened and tried to take control of you.

-You tried to resist him, but your internal struggle separated you from your companions. They tried to call out to you, but you didn’t hear them and ended up surrounded by the goblins.

-When Gabriel covered your eyes, he again made you fall into a dreamless sleep.

-The goblins surrounded you, but when you clapped your hands with a wicked smile– everything fell into darkness. The fellowship couldn't see anything. They heard the goblins scream in pain and terror, making sounds they had never heard from a goblin before. It was enough to make them all shiver with fear.

-They were worried when you disappeared into the darkness. But, since the goblins and the balrog were after them. They had to leave you behind.

-Frodo mourned for you and Gandalf. He saw you as a good friend because you were kind, and it felt like there was something connecting you, so he did only lose one friend but two.

-Time passed, and he and his companions reached Lothlorien, meeting the lady of the light.

-Frodo felt tired after everything he went through but kept going since he chose to do it, and he felt like he owed it to you and Gandalf since it was he– who chose the path through Moria, and you gave your lives for him to live.

-His departure from Lothlorien was smooth, but then the orcs attacked, and he made the decision to continue the journey on his own along with Sam.

-The two wandered through the woods until they felt a menacing presence. Frodo could feel the ring reacting to it. It was so strong he could feel it vibrate against his chest. Against better judgment, they decided to investigate and follow where the ring was taking them.

-They came to a lonely forest opening and were shocked to find you hovering in the air with haunting eyes. Leaves and stones floating around you. You had a terrified expression on your face, and all the green around you had either turned grey or withered.

-The air felt heavy in the hobbit’s lungs. The one ring reacted strongly to your presence, and they felt like there was less light in the world, just growing darkness.

-Frodo called out to you, and his voice reached your mind, waking you up from slumber and making you drop down to the earth.

-You laid there, dizzy and confused. Frodo and Sam had to walk over to see if you were alright, and when they saw you conscious, they bombarded you with questions.

-You knew you couldn't hide it from them, so you told them the truth about Gabriel, who has been taking control of your body and doing unimaginable things. You had been trying to avoid spending too much time around Frodo since the one ring seemed to affect you and Gabriel, who seemed interested in its power.

-You expected the hobbits to fear you and push you away, but they comforted you and told you how glad they were to see you alive. They told you about Gandalf's fall and their departure from Lothlorien.

-You were baffled by the news and saddened to hear Gandalf fell with the Balrog. You should have considered going to Lothlorien and seeking lady Galadriel's aid, but you couldn't bring yourself to leave the hobbits do their journey alone, so you asked if you could join them to keep them safe.

-Frodo and Sam felt reluctant to let you come and told you how you should find help to deal with Gabriel. You insisted, saying it wouldn't feel right for you to let them go alone. You might even find use in Gabriel's abilities to keep them safe from Sauron.

-They allowed you to come, and you three started your journey together toward Mordor. They felt comforted since you were an experienced warrior and a friend.

-However, Gabriel started whispering relentlessly into your ears to take the one ring, kill Sauron and become the new dark lord. He tried to tempt you with these horrible ideals, and you tried to resist him, ignoring his honeyed words and promises.

-He didn't make it easy. He started haunting you in your dreams, trying to tempt you, yelling at you angrily, and showing you terrible visions of flames and darkness. It was an endless charade of nightmares.

-You started suffering from fatigue because you didn't want to sleep anymore. It got so bad that there were bags under your eyes, and the lack of rest began to catch up with your body.

-One day, Gabriel showed you the most terrible nightmare ever, and you woke up screaming. Your fatigue and the constant whispering, possession, and dreaming drove you mad. You took out your dagger, intending to end it by killing yourself.

-Sam and Frodo were fast enough to stop you, holding you down and taking your dagger away from your hand. You struggled, but when they managed to calm you down, you cried and apologized hundred times.

-They didn’t know what else to do, so they only comforted you, making you some calming tea to help you clear your mind.

-You struggled to keep yourself going after that. Gabriel's hold on you only grew stronger, making you worry about what would happen to you and Middle Earth if Gabriel was to set free upon it. You couldn't make yourself leave Frodo and Sam to make the dangerous journey, so you only had each other to keep yourself sane.

#lotr x reader #lotr #tolkien #lotr headcanon #angels #false gabriel #middle earth x reader #middle earth #lord of the rings

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iwritenarrativesandstuff · 2 years ago

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Year in Review! Thank you so much for a wonderful year!

Hey! So this was my first year with... any kind of social media actually. I finally plucked up the courage to make an account and post stuff instead of just looking at other people's stuff and wishing I was more involved haha... I'm really glad I did! You people are so nice and I've seen so many incredibly creative ideas - I can't wait to see more. :)

I have a few things ready to go for the new year and I'm excited to get back to answering asks again!

Tags (not surprising):

#bsd - 605 posts

#bsd dazai - 220 posts

#random - 208 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#fukuzawa wanting to ditch most everyone he meets and only begrudgingly taking in these kids but helping them find their footing and do good

My top posts... you know I never expected any analysis I did to get too much attention. The Dazai and Q chapter one (#2) was especially surprising to me... never expected that to blow up like it did.

Fjfnfjvns and my #1 post being my stupid joke post. Sounds about right hahaha!

I've been thinking a lot about the one-dimensional kinda fandom interpretations of Dazai and Chuuya in particular - the overemphasis on Dazai's weird brand of mischief/manipulation and Chuuya's anger and tendency to lash out and how it's not like these traits are... wrong, per se - these are their surface level/immediately notable characteristics - it's just that it misses the nuance as to why these traits likely exist.

What these interpretations don't fully capture is their very similar cores deep down - two people plagued by feelings of alienation, human inadequacy and repeated loss. Despite starting from these very similar places, they both dealt with the issue in near opposite ways. Dazai numbed himself to pain (remember: he hates pain! I cannot emphasize this enough!) and rarely gets close to anyone for fear he will lose them - his loss led to apathy, a withdrawal from humanity, a fear that he will always be empty inside - his ability: No Longer Human. Chuuya, on the other hand, refuses to numb himself and instead feels every single emotion in full and values his bonds with others over anything. He wants to belong and makes efforts to be perceived as a part of his group. Underlying this, however, is a kind of tired grief paired with resilience - remember that his ability is Upon the Tainted Sorrow. Not anger, or rage.

Sorrow is what results from this kind of heavy identity crisis and loss - for both of them. Think of Odasaku's read on Dazai as someone who looked close to tears when "acting" in front of the sniper poised to shoot him, describing him to Gide as a too-smart child left in the dark, or the way Stormbringer constantly reminds us that Chuuya is 16 and the desperation he feels in the scene where he holds his own dying clone, unable to help him.

Both characters carry a melancholy, resulting from their respective issues with their own humanity - I know I'm not the first one to comment on how their abilities could just as easily be referring to each other as well as themselves. This reads as very intentional to me - much like Atsushi's story begins as a clear parallel to the short story Rashoumon and Akutagawa sometimes being referred to in more beast-like terms than man, it makes sense that Dazai and Chuuya would reference each other in a similar vein.

And if that was the end of it, then we would expect that deep sorrow to shine through in both characters, but it rarely does except in pivotal moments. That's because the both of them have had to constantly deal with external threats - they believe they cannot afford to show vulnerability.

So, what you get instead is Dazai taking a kind of twisted ownership over his inhumanity and using it to make people afraid of him and to control everything so that he is never blindsided and hurt again, in the process, further alienating himself and making his issues worse. He inflicts fear so he doesn't have to be afraid. He can relax and be as silly as he wants - so long as everything around him is completely according to his predictions. There's a bonus to his foolish demeanour as well: hardly anyone can read him well enough to get close.

Then you get Chuuya, who feels so strongly and so much that it has no choice but to boil over, and due to never being able to or feeling comfortable with being anything but "the strongest", he hides moments when he is touched, or worried, or grieving, with anger and violence and defensiveness. As such, he is always seen as more weapon than person, a cut above the rest, forever standing out to others no matter how much he tries to integrate. The closest he came to true belonging was wrenched away from him before he could have a chance to know what that would actually feel like with the death of the Flags.

These surface traits are defense mechanisms. And the amusing thing to me is that likely means these two would love if that's all most people ever saw of them. (Of course, they clearly do want to be seen and accepted, but defense mechanisms become automatic over time because they often feel much safer. Likely another reason they clash so much - they see each other, and it is deeply uncomfortable for them both.)

So, you have Dazai defending himself with his two-faced nature, making jokes and/or manipulating everyone in the vicinity, and Chuuya defending himself with intimidation and anger, never letting any vulnerability show through because anger is easier but at the core of all of this is that loss and that grief and the sorrow and fear that pervades from it.

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Dazai and Chuuya are two people who don't need to talk to each other to communicate but who also really should

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Not to skk post on main but that scene from Dead Apple made me insane for I think a slightly different reason than most...

Ok so. Gonna be honest. When I first watched this, the ah... positioning... did not occur to me at all, other than thinking "that looks really uncomfy :/".

I was too focused on what Dazai's hand does here. He first pushes him. Ok so he was trying to stop him from getting up and losing contact due to the fog. Cool. That serves a practical purpose.

But then Chuuya falls unconscious and Dazai's hand loses that contact for a second before he lowers it back down to rest on his head.

The thing is, there's no need for him to do that. Chuuya is already in contact with Dazai's legs and his ability works through clothes. Moreover, it wasn't just a continuation of pushing him down - there's a slight delay before he sets his hand back on his head.

He sets his hand there just because. And, due to the delay/hesitation, it appears to be a conscious choice to do so as well. Chuuya's out. There's no one around to act for.

I watched that and went holy shit that's genuine, isn't it? It's such a simple gesture of fondness, maybe even a bit of protectiveness, but it means a lot from someone as emotionally closed off as Dazai.

It's... weirdly sweet. He appears to have done it after Chuuya lost all his friends (again...) during DHC in the manga adaptation too, which is... :(

And now, with seeing Dazai immediately start playing with Chuuya's hair in the latest Fifteen adaptation, it also doubles as really funny to me. He saw a chance to touch his hair again and took it. What is wrong with this man.

1,565 notes - Posted December 12, 2022

Genuinely don't think I've seen anyone talk about chapter 25 as a pivotal moment for Dazai so I'm gonna put this out here because I think his reactions here kind of negate that whole omnipotent Dazai interpretation which I hate with every fibre of my being.

Firstly, he's like, clearly caught off guard here. And don't try to tell me he wasn't, because this is just one instance of his genuinely horrified reaction to Q's release and when he realized what was actually going on with Atsushi, Naomi and Haruno.

Him being caught off guard carries significance here because you'd never catch him screwing up this bad later in the series - which is exactly my point.

I wrote a post earlier about how I don't think Dazai really is very much like Mori or Fyodor at all, and I stand by that, because their motives are different. Tldr for that post: Mori and Fyodor are ambitious and proactive, while Dazai is empty/numb and reactive.

What this leads me to believe is that Dazai is less a chess master like those two and more of a contingency planner - he's so good at "predicting" because he is uncannily good at thinking like his opponent and then planning for literally any possibility under the sun he can come up with. He's no gambler. Everything and everyone is practically (and unknowingly) micromanaged. It's almost paranoid in a sense, and I definitely think it's a trauma response to something he went through that we don't know about yet - after all, he was more than capable of this before he even met Mori.

...which brings to me to Mori's influence here. It's straight up like Dazai forgot how willing Mori is to gamble huge risks for a good outcome. It's like he forgot the mafia could be a real threat to his best-laid plans.

Going to throw out a wild claim here that I don't think is actually all that baseless - I think it's widely assumed that Dazai molds himself to what he needs to be (true!) but I think this misses the idea that he is also easily influenced by the mindsets of the people around him (see: the difference between Entrance Exam Dazai and early manga Dazai, the whole "the longer he was in the mafia the darker and more incomprehensible he became" thing from Stormbringer, how dark his eyes get in the prison sections with Fyodor, etc.). I could go on, but for the sake of not making this post too much longer, let's assume this is true because it suddenly makes sense as to why he failed to predict Q but predicted other events much later that were inherently more difficult to predict:

He was in the wrong mindset. He was thinking like an Agency member, and dare I say, he even got a little complacent. He started to get used to not having to manipulate every last variable - he was removed from a toxic environment - only for Mori to pretty much instantly fuck that up in one scene.

Let's also not forget what happened the last time he miscalculated Mori's intentions.

The consequences of this blunder could've been a lot worse and he knows it.

In his mind, thinking like an ADA member wasn't good enough to stop a potentially awful outcome - awful outcomes that could bring him pain. So, he goes back to what he knows - think like the demon prodigy. Think like Mori. Later on, think like Dostoyevsky. Because it seems to me that he believes as long as he is still working for the light that it doesn't matter if he uses these horrifically manipulative and inhumane methods of getting there. But he is wrong. Darkness within the context of good intentions is still very much darkness, and it hurts people all the same.

In the very next chapter, Dazai arranges Ango's car accident. And he only gets worse and worse throughout the series as he regresses back into his paranoid darkness that manifests as this omnipotent facade - his safety net that ultimately prevents him from developing in a positive, more human direction.

1,999 notes - Posted October 6, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

live mafia reaction

2,124 notes - Posted November 26, 2022

Cheers, and have a happy new year! I hope you can find something to be proud of, even if that was just making it through another year. See you in 2023!

#tumblr2022 #year in review #storyrambles #bsd #happy 2023

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trinskia · 1 year ago

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(i just wanted to write what's on my mind)

The Doll Factory

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Warning: (slight) Gore

A seemingly abandoned warehouse located in the middle of a ghost town caught your attention. You were just an urban explorer, frequently visiting weird or out of place buildings.

If ever you step foot in it, you'll be suddenly greeted by a colorful entrance gate and an very ecstatic person who claims to be the one running the place. As he leads you inside, you noticed the presence of more people, who all seemed to be masked. When asked about them, the 'owner' of the place simply says that they're staff members. You can't help but wonder why the 'staff members' act soo robotic and why there appears to be stitches on their bodies, as if they were ripped apart and placed back together again.

The deeper you go within this place, the more uncomfortable and unsafe you feel despite the cheery and colorful looks of the place. The 'owner' reassures you that nothing will harm you, but you can hear voices telling you not to trust him and that you must leave the place. Eventually he leads you into a room which appeared to be a storage room. It contained dozens of huge boxes, all labeled 'Doll'. The 'owner' states that what's inside those boxes are just the products this company makes. You don't recall this place being a company building, you only remembered that you were supposed to enter an abandoned warehouse.

Eventually, he leads you to a room labeled 'play area'. Your purpose in said room was to test whether or not the 'dolls' were fit for selling. As you stand idly in the middle of the 'play area' watching the 'owner' leave, a door behind you opens. Looking back, you see a lifeless masked body in the now open doorway. It's skin appears to be shiny, like that of a porcelain doll. Not having anything else to do, you simply approached it, only for it to lunge at you, tackling you to the ground. It's mask falls off, revealing the face beneath. You wanted to scream at the very sight of the 'doll's face. It's mouth was partially sewn, one eye had stitches on it and the other was replaced by a button. It's teeth were as sharp as thorns and it's body just looks like it had been fused with flesh that doesn't seem to belong to it. Despite it's horrific features, you managed to defeat it with nothing but your fists. After the battle, you quickly darted for the still open door where the 'doll' came from, hoping to escape.

As you walk down a dark and foggy hallway, you notice blood and chunks of flesh are scattered throughout this area. Eventually, you reach a door labelled 'Production Area'. Opening it, you are greeted by the sight of hundreds of bodies, all hanged from the ceiling like meat in a butcher shop. Blood decorates the floor you're standing on, accompanied by chunks of flesh and what you hoped weren't eyeballs being eaten by maggots. As you trekked further with the dark area, another door caught your attention, which was weirdly labeled as 'Plushie Paradise'. You were hesitant to enter the room at first, however, the sound of someone approaching quickly changed your mind.

The room was decorated with designs usually found in daycares. Its colorful appearance just makes this seem more like a kindergarten than a place possibly housing more twisted stuff. Infront of you were shelves of plushies, each one varying in size and color. You kept trying to remind yourself that the plushies within this room were inanimate, but it doesn't help block out the feeling of being alone. Wishing to see whether the plushies would at least cancel out the anxiety you felt, you went over to a specific shelf, eying for a red plushie. Unfortunately, you slipped, toppling over the shelf, causing the plushies to fall down. You sit back up, rubbing your head thanks to the dizzy feeling caused by the impact. When you brought your hand up to your head, you felt a liquid on it. Fearing the worst, you took a glance at your hand and low and behold, it was covered in blood. Before even coming to a conclusion that you managed to injure yourself, you noticed that the floor, which was littered with plushies, was covered in blood too, but it wasn't yours. Your eyes that were filled with fear looked for the source of the blood, landing on a plushie that was ripped during the accident. You placed your hands over your mouth in a desperate attempt to stop yourself from gagging at the sight before you. The ripped part of the plushie revealed a beating heart and not a robotic heart, a heart that belongs to a person. You watched as the organ began sprouting veins which started to escape the confinements of the plushie and appear to be crawling towards you. The other plushies also burst open, revealing more beating hearts that began to sprout those veins. You backed up in fear, only for you to hit something. A single giggle made you immediately guess who it was. You knew your fate had been sealed as something hits your head and the world around you fade to black.

"You have learnt soo much about us! It would be a shame if our secrets get unveiled. You should also be grateful for the new body I'm about to give you, doll~"

#a place of no peace #DOLL FACTORY

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animeboye · 2 years ago

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New Dragon’s World Chapter 11

Chapter 11: Attack! Titus smiled at his brother. “It’s good to see you, Ben. It’s good to see you too, Jessie. I’ve missed you guys.” Titus said. “Been a long time, Titus. Where’s Sarah?” Asked Ben. “Still at Angela’s shop. She’ll probably join us later.” Titus and his family walked through the mall, Titus’ parents still in awe about every little detail in the human realm. Ben and Jessie looked at them, puzzled, confused about how any person could find floor tiles or even windows interesting. “Titus, who are those two?” Ben asked, his left thumb pointed at Titus’ parents. “Them? Those are my parents. In human form.” Titus explained. “Your parents? The ones from that dragon world place?” Jessie asked. “Yeah. Sorry if they seem a little weird. If anyone asks, they’re immigrants, OK?” Ben and Jessie laughed, confused at how Titus could see them as only “a little weird.” “Sure.”

Titus and his family walked around the mall a little bit more. By now, Titus had noticed that his parents seemed to be right at home in the mall. However he knew that they would probably be back to the same, childishly amazed old people they presented themselves as during their mall trip. “You know, Titus. Something just crossed my mind.” Ben said. He sounded like he had a lot on his mind right now. “What is it?” Titus asked. “Why did your parents come to the human world? I doubt they’re here just to sightsee.” Titus turned to look at Ben, a stern, serious expression apparent on his face. “I was going to tell you later but maybe I should just tell you now…” “Tell me what?” Ben asked. “Titus, what is it?” Jessie asked. Titus took a deep breath, then proceeded to tell his brother and his sister-in-law about Saulstrance’s survival. “Do you guys remember a dragon named Saulstrance?” Titus asked. “How could I forget? He’s why my parents…why our parents died…” Ben said, sadly. “Ben…the thing is…Saulstrance is a…”

But before Titus was able to finish his sentence, the family heard an explosion come from the far left side of the mall. People ran in a panicked frenzy for the exit. “What happened?!” Titus asked to no one in particular. Titus ran towards the sight of the explosion, his family following after him. “Dad, wait!” Drake called out to his father. Titus watched as everyone ran past him, his face in a scowl. The explosion came from the sports store! Smoke rose from the inside of the building, rising into the sky. Just then, someone emerged from the smoke. Oddly enough, this person was not even the slightest bit burnt. He had long brown hair that went almost completely down his neck, and wore a dark red trench coat. He walked out from the rubble and walked towards Titus and the others. “Did you do this?” Titus asked angerly. The man did not answer. He simply stood in front of them, an arrogant grin on his face. Drake took one look at this man and…froze. Fear had taken over Drake as the boy began to shake violently. “Drake, what’s wrong?” Jackie asked, putting her hand on her cousin’s shoulder. “That guy…he…he scares me.” Drake barely managed to say. Drake didn’t know what it was, but something about this guy was…off. It was like there was something more to him. But Drake didn’t know what it was. Drake also felt like he had seen this guy before. But he couldn’t recall where. “I’m gonna ask you one more time…did you blow up that store?” The man’s grin changed into a smile. An evil, toothy smile. “Why should I have to answer to you…Doulstraz?” The man said. “What did you say?!” Titus asked, shocked that a human he had never met knew his real name. “He called Titus Doulstraz!!” Ben exclaimed. “Who the hell are you? How do you know my real name?!” Titus asked, scowling even harder now. “Dad! I’ve seen that guy before!” Drake exclaimed, remembering exactly where it was that he saw his face before. “On my birthday, when mom picked me up from school! I saw him looking at us across the street!” Drake exclaimed. “I still don’t get how you know my real name. Tell me who you are!” Titus commanded. The man snickered to himself. “All the dragons from Lord Saulstrance’s home village know of the traitor dragon, Doulstraz. The one who nearly killed Lord Saulstrance two decades ago. Just then, the man’s body began to gain more mass. His fingernails extended outward, turning into blood red claws. His trench coat ripped art as developing wings made themselves known on his back, growing outward, becoming stronger. A long tail grew from his back, a sharp, pointed fin growing at the tip of his tail. Titus and his family watched in complete shock as his transformation continued and finally ended. Before them stood a huge dragon. It looked at them with deep, piercing eyes. However its main prey was Titus himself. “I am Girido. I am a devout follower of Lord Saulstrance. I will make sure Lord Saulstrance does not have to dirty his claws fighting you inferior dragons.” Titus looked at his family. He knew he had no choice but to fight Girido. But he couldn’t risk the safety of those he loved. And Girido obviously was not willing to allow Titus’ family to flee. “Ben.” Titus whispered, hoping Girido wouldn’t hear him. “Listen. I’m going to rush Girido. When I do, I want you to get everyone out of here. If you guys are here, it’ll just put pressure on me. Go to Angela‘s shop and get Sarah. Then drive back to my house.” “Alright.” Ben whispered back. Titus rushed for Girido, switching into his dragon form. He knew he didn’t want to risk people finding out that he was actually a dragon but as of now, giving his family time to escape was the more important of the two right now. “Come on!” Ben exclaimed. “We need to get outta here!” Everyone except for Drake ran for the exit. “DRAKE!!!” Ben called out. “Go on!” Drake called out. “I’m staying with dad!” “Drake! Get out of here, you idiot! This isn’t a video game! You need to go with them!” Titus shouted at his son. “I’m not a kid anymore, dad! I’m staying! No matter what!” Titus growled. He knew that whatever he told his son wouldn’t matter. He was too stubborn to really listen to Titus anyhow. Girido swung his mighty tail, demolishing two kiosks. “Shall we start?” Girido said, licking his muzzle. Titus rushed for Girido and, just as well, swung his tail at Girido. Girido took to flight, hovering above Titus and Drake. He zoomed right down, right where the father and son duo were standing. Titus headbutted his son out of the way, taking the fullforce of the hit. “DAD!” Drake screamed. Girido leaped back, landing in the center of the mall plaza. Dad! Dad, are you ok?” Drake asked, tears starting to flow from his eyes. Titus stood up and looked at his son. “Don’t worry. It’s gonna take more than that to knock me out.” Titus turned his attention to Girido, a surge of anger coming over him. “Why so angry?” Girido said with a wicked grin. “How many did you kill?” Titus asked. “Hmm?” “How many people did you kill when you blew up that store?!” Titus yelled, angered. “I estimate around maybe 10 or 20 at the very least.” Girido said, sounding proud of himself and not taking Titus’ question the least bit seriously. Drake’s wings and tail grew out, his ears switching back into fins. “Drake, I want you to stay behind me for now, alright?” Titus commanded. “Alright, dad. Kick his butt!” Drake cheered. Titus unfurled his wings and flew into the sky, Girido doing the same. Titus flew right towards Girido, shooting a fireball from his throat. Girido rose higher into the sky and zoomed down at Titus, smacking Titus with his tail and sending him crashing into Disco Burger. The entire building came crashing down, covering Titus in debris. Titus moved from the debris and wreckage, watching as Girido flew back down. Titus began to feel like he would not be able to beat him. If there was such a huge gap in strength between him and Girido, then he knew he wouldn’t stand much of a chance against Saulstrance. At this rate, he’d be lucky to even live to fight Saulstrance. Standing back up, Titus prepared for one last stand against Girido, realizing full well he might die.

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astroidpillow · 2 years ago

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Biker Boy ;; C.B

𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 ;; sfw

𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 ;; none

𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 ;; biker gang au. gender neutral pronouns!

⚠ long post ⚠

the familiar sound of motorcycle engines broke through the other wise silent day. i sat in my office sifting through emails, attempting to unsubscribe from any letters i just didn't want anymore. the sound however drew my attention to the house across from mine.

like most houses in the neighborhood it was decently big, and well kept, with a gate surrounding it. pretty typical. that couldn't be said for the occupents of the house; they were rowdy and possibly the loudest neighbors, always yelling about something, or blasting music. not really the types of neighbors you wanted.

i hadn't met any of them, i mostly stayed out of their way. truth be told they intimidated me a bit, each wore a black leather jacket with different patches, besides one on the back. pretty stereotypical; a skull on fire with some famcy lettering i could never make out from the window.

despite never meeting them, i knew at least a bit about them;

- one there were six occupents in the house and a dog

- two, one of the guys names was elton (and the only reason i knew that was i happened to hear someone yelling for him once)

- and lastly they collectively made up a small biker gang.

i had never heard of them being dangerous in anyway, but the shady people going in and out of their house was enough to keep me at bay.

i watched as each of the boys walked inside the house, once again trying to make out the text at the top, probably something cheesy and typical. i looked away and went back to idly clicking on emails.

my phone rang and i answered throwing it on speaker phone. "what adam?" i said, already knowing he needed something.

"remember how you love me, and i'm you're favorite co-worker?"

"no."

a huff came from the other side of the phone, causing me to smile.

"listen, tonights going to be a slow night, can you handle the shift on your own?" he finally asked, "this real cute person from campus asked me out, and i couldn't say no, so please!" he begged.

"how cute we talking?" i smirked.

"i think i showed you their instagram... you know, mars, the person from my psych class."

"oh, them... fine, but if i die tonight i'm blaming you."

"i'll remember to clear your search history, and throw away whatever weird stuff you have in your house."

i laughed, "lovely, enjoy your date loser" i grabbed my phone.

"i'll give you all the details tomorrow. and thank you, love you, you're the best.. blah, blah, blah" and with that adam hung up.

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i got to the tavern on time to take over for the day shift, slipping into my place behind the bar. luckily the place was small, and most people really only came to relax— it wasn't a party place, thats why i liked working there.

normal customers were already sat at the bar, along with a few that hid in the booths until they needed their drink topped off. over all it was an easy going night.

i was busy getting one of our regulars a whiskey when the bell on the door went off catching my eye, only further distracting me when my neighbors came walking through the door. what were they doing here?

"y/n?" the guy whos whisky i was currently holding snapped me out of my daze.

"sorry, here." i quickly set down the glass and they left for the seat again.

i glanced over to see the group sit down at a booth a few of them grabbing chairs from the other table to sit along the end. if it was a full night i would of had to say something. luckily i can keep to my own business.

the tanner one of the group walked over to the jukebox that was usually never touched. while i noticed one of the black haired ones come to me, i quickly made myself look busy and started to dry one of the cups.

i turned as he got their, "what can i do you for?" i asked, trying not to let the nerves seep into my voice.

up close the man didn't seem as intimidating, his dark hair was swooped to the side, eyes were probably the bright blue i had seen, and his features were soft. nothing that really screamed hardened criminal, or 'i maybe do drug deals out of my house'.

"six of whatever you got on tap," he said, setting down his card, "out it on this for the night."

"i'll bring it to your table then, sir" i grabbed the card and set it next to the others, placing a color marker on it before starting to get their drinks in order.

i felt eyes peering into my back as i got the drinks ready, and glanced back, to see the man staring at me. i quickly looked back at the cups, trying to focus on my job.

"do i uh... know you from some where?" he asked.

"nope, don't think so," i quickly said, setting the drinks on a tray.

"you look... i feel like i've seen you before."

"you been in before?"

"a few times... but somewhere different,"

i swallowed dryly and shrugged. i didn't want them knowing that i lived next to them, even though i still wasn't completely convinced any of them were dangerous... though their company sure seemed to be.

"i'll take it," he said, swiping the trap off of the bar before i had a chance to react.

i watched as he walked off with my tray and hoped he'd bring it back, luckily he did, peering me down the whole time he did it.

it was strange that the man was so adamant about seeing me somewhere, i really only came out of the house the pull my trash the curb, grab mail, or go to work. he could of seen me one of those many times but i doubted enough to know me by looking at me.

i kept up with my job, ignoring the mans looks anytime he came up to get their drinks topped off, eventually just asking for a pitcher so they could pour their own. i had been worried about them being roudy or loud but they kept to themselves, and the guy who selected the songs had good taste.

"alright, cashing out," the man brought the cups along with the pitcher back, which i was greatful for.

"okay, give me one second."

i walked back over with the respite and his card, he signed one of the slips taking the other. there was a look on his face that said he was still trying to figure out where he had seen me before. i only gave my best customer service smile and walked to go wake the passed out customer off my bar and call a cab for him.

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a few days had past, like promised adam told me all about his date, and things had went back to normal. i had forgotten about the night with the bikers and went on with my life.

i had the day off and spent most of it catching up on the cleaning i had been neglecting, only leaving the house to take out the trash then check my mail box.

"i knew, i knew you from somewhere," a familer voice drifted from across the street, i froze for a moment before turning slowly.

the dark hair boy had his hands above him holding onto the bars of his gate, an unlit cigarette in on of his hands. he had a smile on his face that i found far to cute for knowing the type of person he could be.

"i'm a little sad you didn't recognize me." he added in a playful tone.

"i don't really know any of my neighbors." i said keeping my voice flat, hoping he'd leave me alone, i turned back toward the mail box, grabbing everything.

"hmm, i suppose i should of guessed, i only ever see you outside when your grabbing the mail. it's my favorite thing to catch, i always try to guess if you're going to be dressed up or still in your sweats."

i turned to look at him, "that's... a little creepy," i said.

"and here i thought i was cute" another smile broke out on his face.

"that you watch me? not really dude." i turn to walk away.

"hey, wait—"

but before he could say anything i got in the house, not entirely thrilled the man not only knew where i worked but also lived. i ran my hands over my face and collected myself to go about the rest of my day.

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"gross, hate guys like that," adam said in response to me telling him about the experience with my neighbor that next night.

"i figured they we're all pretty shady anyway."

"still, so bold with his creepiness, then again i suppose most guys are... ugh"

i laughed gently and continued working, once again it wasn't a busy night but it was nice to have the extra hands. the bell on the door rang and i glanced over, nearly dropping the cup i was putting away when i saw ny neighbors once again walking through the door.

the black hair boy glanced at me, before simply following the others to the booth they sat at last time.

i grabbed adams sleeve gently tuging at it. "thats him, the uh... dark haired one on the right," i whispered.

"oh, no fuck, i can serve them if you want me to" he whispered back.

"no, i... it'll be fine." i said, though even i didn't sound so sure of that statement.

the oldest looking one of the group came up this time, once again setting down a card. "just a pitcher of a tap, and six glasses"

i took the card with a 'sure!' and got him what he needed, curious if his friend would come and disturb me. i glanced at the card as i put it with the others. elton cassette indented on it. ah so thats elton.

since elton was coming to get refills on the pitcher i figured i wouldn't be dealing with the other boy. however that was proven wrong when he walked over to the bar and sat down.

"hey,"

"what can i get for you?" i asked.

"well you hadn't given me the chance to finish talking to you yesterday so i figured i'd try here."

"i'd rather not talk to the man that watches me," he said, starting to turn away.

"hey, wait, i didn't say i watched you, the window next to my desk faces toward your house, and i happen to see you is all," he explained.

"only a little less creepy,"

he chuckled, and looked down before back up at me, "you're cute its hard not to look when you walk out."

i stared for a moment, unsure if i heard the man right. he thinks im cute? possibly not something i should be flattered by when he openly admitted to watching me through his window... nonetheless i was.

"right, doesn't make it better," i turned fully, but didn't walk away, getting the regulars whisky and handing it to him before he even set his empty one down.

"i'm colby" he said, when i looked back at him there was only a surprisingly shy looking smile on his face.

"y/n" i pointed to the name tag.

colby opened his mouth to say something however one of his friends piped up.

"colby! common dude, if they haven't given you their number yet, their not going to!" he yelled.

i watched as colbys cheeks slowly turned a dull shade of pink. "well thats... i'll leave you to your job." he walked back over to the group, gently shoving the one that yelled.

"you okay?" adam asked, "you seemed to have had it handled to i stayed put"

"yeah, he was... nice i guess?" he watched him for a moment, only looking away when elton seemed to notice, "go wake up richard his ride should he here"

adam nodded and walked to go wake the sleeping guy at the end of the bar. the last to clear out was the gang, but they left a little before closing, elton gathering his card before doing so.

"don't tell me creepy dude caught you're eye?" adam said.

"shut up, of course not, plus you have no room to judge mr.sugar baby"

"ah! how dare you use my past against me" he feigned offence, as he threw the towel on his shoulder at me.

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the boys slowly started becoming regulars, enough so that i had cycled through all there cards and knew their names. jake, aaron, corey, and sam, they'd talk sometimes while coming up to get their pitcher refilled.

i had learned out of all of them corey was probably the friendliest, he'd ask about my day, and cheerfully make small talk.

elton on the other hand rarely spoke, sometimes he'd be in a chatty mood but only said please and thank you.

and of course during some part of the night colby would come over and talk to me, until on of his friends called him back over.

i was closing the bar up when someone walked through the door. "we're closed" i said, cursing myself for not locking it.

"i know, but i forgot my wallet" colbys voice made him turn.

"oh, yeah, i put one behind the bar" i left the table i was cleaning and walked, grabbing his wallet and handing it to him.

"thanks" he smiled, turning to leave, "uh... so how long are we going to flirt with each other until i get your number?"

"i don't recall flirting with you," i said.

"oh... well... uh"

i looked up from the table and sighed, maybe i had been flirting back a bit. "it took you long enough to officially ask though."

i grabbed a napkin and pen out of my pocket, writing it down, before walking over and handing it to him.

"don't lose it, cause i won't give it again," i walked back and continued cleaning.

not hearing anything from colby besides the bell on the door ring when he left.

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the next day i had woken up with a message from colby;

colby: hey, it's colby.

y/n: hey! just woke up.

colby: figured, i would probably still be asleep if we didn't have business to attend to.

y/n: business, very specific.

colby: maybe when i trust you, i'll let you in on what we do.

i stared at the text for a moment, i didn't know what else to say, what did you say someone suggesting they couldn't tell you what they did until they trust you? i set down my phone, and went about my afternoon.

i checked my phone a few times, before getting another message from colby once more.

colby: i hope i didn't scare you away with that.

y/n: takes more to scar me away then being cryptic.

colby: oh really now?

y/n: i've had my fair share of bad boy's. kinda tired of them ngl.

colby: maybe i can convince you give one more a try ;)

colby: though i wouldn't consider myself a 'bad boy' per-say.

y/n: oh then what would you consider yourself?

i couldn't lie, colby intrigued me, as much as i tried to tell myself he didn't.

colby: just a guy.

colby: just a guy that wouldn't mind a date with you.

y/n: i don't date guys who keep their jobs a secret.

colby: well, you'll never know if you don't at least try to get to know me.

y/n: fine. i don't have off next wednesday though.

colby: wednesday it is

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wednesday came around, i told adam that i was going out with colby. i always told him when i was going out with someone, but especially someone who might be shady, just in case. i got dressed so i at least look semi-decent, and managed to be ready just as colby rang my door bell.

"I know you can hear me through the door bell, if you don't want to ride on the back of my motorcycle you should grab you car keys." colby's voice came through my phone.

i closed the app and looked at my car keys for a moment, something about riding the motorbike sounded exciting and yet nerve wreaking. i walked to the door and opened it.

"so you're motorcycle?"

colby smirked, "my kinda person... you look great"

"and you look... the same"

"ouch, i put on my good jeans."

i shrugged and locked the door as i fully stepped out. colby led me to his motorcycle and got on, i crawled onto the back and realizing i'd have to get a bit closer then i thought i would on a first date... maybe driving was the smarter decision.

"might want to hold tight, i've been told i'm the most reckless of the group." colby said.

i grabbed on to his leather jacket, getting a chuckle from him, he took off quicker then i thought and wrapped my arms around his waist instead.

"told you," he teased.

"asshole, you did on purpose," i spoke over the noise.

"sorry? what? i can't hear you."

i huffed and stayed close to him, linking both my hands together around him, making sure i had a solid grip; i didn't feel like flying off cause he decided to pull something like that again. he drove to a part of town i hadn't been before, pulling into a bar and grill. colby had me get off before parking. i looked up at at the place, it was decent enough, seemed like a rare cozy place in the busy hills of la.

"i can already tell you're judging the place."

"no, just... most guy's try to impress me with over the top fancy places. i suppose this is a nice change is all." i admitted.

"well the foods great, and hopefully you won't mind the company." he smiled, leading us into the bar.

we took a seat in a booth and one of the bartenders set down the a menu. getting out drink orders before leaving us. i looked at the menu, stereotypical bar food.

"i suggest you try to bacon burger, it's my favorite."

"how often do you come here?"

"we use to come every other night."

"why did you stop?"

colby glanced up from the menu, "i forced the boys to come to the bar you work at so i could see you."

i opened mouth to say something but closed it quickly after. i found it cute that he only came to the bar just to see me.

"i suppose i'll trust your suggestion than," i closed the menu, getting a smile from him.

the waitress came back over, setting our drinks down. "two bacon burgers trudy."

"sure thing sweetheart, i sure hope you eat healthy when you don't come here." she said writing down the order.

"well if it makes you feel good, i defiantly eat better at home."

the waitress - turdy - only gave him an incredulous look before walking away. i looked around, at the other characters around, most looked similar to how colby and his roommates dressed, it made me wonder if this was a bar that bikers adopted as their own, rather then go to one of the biker bars around la. i felt colby's eyes on me and met them.

"its interesting watching you take everything in... i always wondered what went on in that head of yours." he said.

"so you do watch me more then you let on." i teased,

"i just noticed you sometimes stay outside a bit longer while getting the mail and look around, so what were you thinking?"

"just wondering if you bikers took over this bar cause you liked it."

"hmmm... yeah, i would say so, trudy's the owner, and its family run so i think it draws us in" he shrugged, looking around.

trudy came back with our food, setting it down and leaving us to quickly go back to tending the bar. i grabbed a fry and looked at colby.

"so... what do you and your roommates do all day? you don't leave often, and when you do it's almost always as a group." i asked, popping the fry into my mouth.

"mainly just handle things," he said, looking at me before looking down at his food, "we sell stuff and strip cars if you must know."

"well... i figured whatever you did wasn't the most honest line of work," i smirked a bit, "but i still went on the date with you."

a smile made its way onto colby's face. with that out of the way we ate and chatted, moving on from his work and more getting to know each other. colby was surprisingly sweet, and fun to be around, by the time we got done and left the bar it was hard to believe i was ever scared of him. i texted adam that i was still on the date but alive as we go to his motorcycle.

"can i take you somewhere before i take you home?" he asked

"well... once i'm on the back i suppose i don't have much of a choice," i said getting on, "you've peaked my interest, so sure."

"sure," he nodded "but, uh... you always have a choice with me." he added a bit more seriously.

"i know... don't worry i don't think you'd do anything to hurt me, at least on purpose."

we took off, once again holding on to him tightly. there was something freeing about the wind blowing through my hair as we road down the highway. we drove quite some ways before pulling off the main road to a side one, for a brief moment i got worried i put my trust into someone i shouldn't have. he parked his motorcycle in a brush on the side of the road and we got off.

"we'll have to walk from here," he offered me a hand, "still trust me?" he smiled, intending obviously to bring me into the forest.

"a little sketched out... but yeah, i hope you don't prove that my judgement is poor," i grabbed his hand and he lead me through a path.

at the end was a broken down looking building, rather big, possibly a school, or a hospital at one point in time, now so forgotten that vines and other plants had been able to take up residence in and on the brick.

"it was an old school at one point, i think an orphanage before that, but it hasn't been used in year." he said, seeming a little excited to show me.

"is it safe?"

"yeah, sam and me come here all the time, elton showed it to us."

"of course." i said, not surprised by the knowledge that all of them seemed to like abandoned places.

he lead in the building, having to crawl in through one of the broken windows, and leading me through, to the top floor. he let go of my hand, but i stayed close by him, not wanting to get attacked by a racoon, or other wild life that may have made the old building their home. the second floor was cleaner then the first, their wasn't as much rubble, but still graffiti all over the place.

i got distracted by a beautiful piece the stuck out from all the swearwords and tags. when i looked back, colby had wondered away from and was sitting on in one of the windows, legs dangling down off the building. i walked over joining him in sitting, looking out the sun, starting to dip in the sky.

"a little unorthodox to bring someone to an abandoned building on the first date, i guess, i hope you don't mind."

"no it's... peaceful," i smiled.

colby looked at me for a moment, eyes flickering from my lips back to my eyes a few times but not leaning in for the kiss, so i did instead, leaning forward and pressing our lips together, the kiss being returned in full. i smiled softly as i pulled away.

"well..." colby cleared his throat.

"it's the police! who's in here" a strong voice said from down stairs.

"shit, that's our queue to get the fuck out of here," he pulled himself back into the building before pulling and grabbing my hand running.

i stumbled for a few steps at he dragged me behind him before getting my footing and being able to keep up. we left a back way, hearing quick footsteps behind us, we quickly made out way back to the motorcycle.

"hey stop!" the man yelled, as colby took off, leaving him in the dust.

my heart felt like it was going to pound out of my chest, i let out a small giggle, resting my forehead against colby's back. i took a few deep breaths, the most i had ever gotten in trouble for was a parking meter running out, so running from the police - or at least someone claiming to be them - wasn't really something i did on a normal basis.

colby dropped me off at my place, and walked me to my door, as i tried fixing my hair for the third time that night. he turned toward him, my eyes flickering toward his house across the street. could dating someone who did what colby did really work out? i was hard to tell. my eyes met his and he looked worried.

"i hope that didn't scare you off,"

"takes a lot more to scare me off," i said, almost as if i was cementing the fact i wanted to at least try more dates with him.

colby smiled, and stepped forward, cupping my cheek before pressing our lips together, it was short sweet kiss, the type that left you craving for more. "good, then i can ask you out again sometime?"

"of course... just uh, try not to make the police chase a habit." i smirked.

"i won't promise anything." he chuckled, backing up and grabbing his motorcycle to walk back over to his house.

i watched him for moment before going into mine, and leaning against the door. i grabbed my phone, fully intent on calling adam and telling him about my date with colby... well maybe i'd leave out a few details.

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dreamingofaizawa · 4 years ago

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Good Kitty

Shouta Aizawa x Chubby! Kitty Hybrid! Fem! Reader

***18+ Fic***

If you are under the age of 18, leave. Thank you.

Warnings: Kitty hybrid reader, smut, fingering, unprotected sex, praise kink (?), reader has insecurities, Shouta is soft and lowkey feral?, chubby kink (sorta), reader has a heat for the first time, barely implied virginity loss, a touch of dacryphilia

Word Count: 2.4 k

Author’s Note: This is inspired by @cupcake-rogue ’s fic Not Allowed on the Bed. I got permission to use it as inspo so here we are! Tbh the orignal had me feeling all sorts of feelings because, as a very subby sub that loves to please, I definitely have a praise kink and I WILL CRY if I’m called a bad girl. HOWEVER, Katsuki being the rough-around-the-edges guy he is wanting reader regardless of size made me very happy and warm and fuzzy.

The premise with this is pretty much the same, except I made reader a kitty hybrid...and of course I wrote for Shouta, love of my life he is. I’m such a fucking simp. I’m not the biggest fan of the ending, but this has been sitting in my WIPs for too damn long and it’s decent enough for me to feel ok posting it.

Also, for reference, reader has black fur regardless of hair color. Reader could be blonde, but still have black ears and tail. That’s just the way I’ve chosen to write this for some reason, don’t ask me why, I’m weird like that.

I think this is the first time I’ve written for a hybrid, so cut me a little slack.

Anywho, enjoy~

You can’t remember life outside the shelter. You’d grown up here, the caretakers said they’d found you on the street as a nearly newborn kitten and immediately scooped you up and brought you back here. That was a long time ago. Now you sit, waiting, your hopes for getting adopted diminishing with every passing day.

It’s unfortunate, but you still haven’t been adopted. It’s not that you’re bad, you always behave, you make sure you do. But you’ve overheard time and time again the people that gazed down at you and whispered about how you were too chunky, too big and too squishy for a kitty hybrid. And some even called you bad luck. The pitch black fur on your ears and tail warded off many.

Today was just the same as any other day. Wake up, get fed, wait in your room while potential owners pick and choose not you. Adults and children alike would take chunks out of their time to play with you, but they all left the shelter with another smaller cat. It was nearing bed time now, dinner just finished and the caretakers were about to start closing when the little bell on the front door jingled. Someone had just come in. You ignored it all the same.

Two pairs of footsteps began making their way past rooms, whoever it was that had entered smelled good, like coffee and tree bark. A smooth hum accompanied the caretaker’s voice, it made your ears twitch and tail sway gently. Still, you decided to just curl up in bed and try to sleep. The chance of him adopting you was slim, if it existed at all.

As you lay there your ears pick up their footsteps, the lazy set that dragged familiar, the nearly silent set less so. You listened as they came closer, never stopping as the man strode past each room and peered in the windows. You waited for them to pass right by your room, as they had been, but suddenly the footsteps halted. The caretaker spoke first.

“Y/n? You awake?” You let your eyes flutter open and sat up, tucking your legs under you and sitting up straight. They asked the man if he wanted to go in and see you, and he gave a simple nod. When he entered you finally looked up at him. The first thing you noticed were his eyes, tired and bloodshot with dark circles beneath them, a deep scar curved under his right eye. His long black hair fell around his shoulders, swaying lightly with every measured step he took toward you.

He stopped right in front of you, a large hand stretching out and you give it a small sniff before nudging your head into it, letting him pet your hair and scratch at the base of your ears. It felt nice to be getting attention like this. A small purr sounded in your chest, your tail gently swishing behind you.

“How long have you been here?” His voice is deep and calm, tired even, but it sounds so welcoming. It’s so soothing to your sensitive ears, like a warm blanket. You give a small hum before answering.

“A long time. I don’t remember anything outside this place.” At that he raised an eyebrow, turning to the caretaker with a questioning look.

“Most people look for...specific traits in the cat hybrids. Y/n here is well behaved, a perfect house kitty really,” you purred a bit at the praise, “But she’s a little larger than most. And her black fur wards off the more superstitious.” The man gives a curious hum before looking back down at you.

“Do you want to come home with me, kitty?” The question caught you a little off guard. Nobody really asked the hybrids if they wanted to go with them. You looked over to the caretaker, who nodded their head with a gentle smile, encouraging you to answer. All you could do was give a small nod, and soon you were in the car, on the way to your new home.

He’d told you to call him Shouta. He was nice, always quiet and never got mad. He never smiled, but you supposed that’s just the way he is. He gave you your own room, and always let you rub up on him when you wanted to, taking the opportunity to pet you. Occasionally you got the odd kiss on the forehead when you nuzzled into his neck. Those always made you purr. He never came seeking you out, which was good since there were times you really didn’t want to be touched.

The longer you’re with him the closer you get, and you find yourself doing things you’d never thought to do before. Sometimes you found the floor more comfortable than the couch, and would kneel down and rub up on his leg, your tail wrapping around his ankle. There were times you’d see his fingers idly drumming on his lap, and you’d lay down and nibble on one with your little fang-like canines. He didn’t seem to mind that little oral fixation, and he always let you do whatever you wanted. All in all, life with Shouta is great.

But today you feel weird. You’d been cooped up in your room for the first hour or so of the weekend morning, not quite wanting to go out and make it known something was off. But it’s gotten abnormally hot, your face and chest especially warm, and between your legs as well. Your panties are beginning to feel damp, your thighs starting to feel humid and sticky. It’s a little uncomfortable. And your tummy is starting to boil, neediness beginning to cloud your mind. This never happened at the shelter.

Reluctantly, you step out of bed onto slightly wobbly legs and peek your head out of your door to see him sitting on the couch, a book in hand and a mug of coffee on the table. His hair is loose, his strong lean body relaxed as he read. The sight of him and his scent made the feeling worse, made your panties and thighs wetter, your chest beginning to heave with your panted breaths.

“Sh-shouta…” Your voice came out shakier and quieter than you wanted it to, but he’d heard you regardless. He closed the book and peered over at your shaking form in the doorway.

“What is it kitty?” You nearly mewled at his voice, his heavenly smooth baritone sending a shiver down your spine through to the tip of your tail.

“Something’s wrong...I feel weird…” As you tell him about everything that’s happening to your body, he’s dragging his eyes over you, taking in every detail. Soon he’s on the phone with the doctor, you can’t quite comprehend his words, only catching snippets. ‘Help’ and ‘how long’, followed by agreeing hums. It was all jumbled after that, your mind refusing to focus as you leaned heavily on the doorframe, your quivering legs barely able to hold your body.

Shouta’s large hand came up and cupped your cheek, letting you nuzzle into his palm. When had he hung up the phone? He ordered you to sit on the bed, and you obliged, watching as he swept up his hair into a loose bun and strode over, tilting your chin to look up at him through half-lidded eyes. He’s so close, his scent overwhelming and making your brain fuzzy.

“You’re in heat, kitty.” Heat...where had you heard that before? Back at the shelter, maybe? It was all a distant, unfocused memory right now. Shouta leaned down and kissed you sweetly, lips melding with yours as you purred and mewled, your tail thrashing behind you. His hands tugged at your clothes until you were bare before him, every inch of you on display.

“You’re such a pretty kitty, you know that? So beautiful. Lay down for me.” The praise made you purr, made a chill crawl up your spine and your tail flick wildly. You obeyed the command, laying flat in the middle of the bed and he slotted himself between your legs, plunging two fingers into your tight hole. He let out a groan, pumping and scicssoring his fingers to stretch you out. You were already a sloppy mess, loud squelches ringing through the room in between your loud, whiny mewls and panting.

It felt so good, the heat in your belly burning and tightening until Shouta’s fingers curled up into a spot that made stars dance in your vision. The pressure in your belly snapped hard, your legs trembling as he kept fingering you through it. His fingers slowed when you whined about it being too much, too sensitive. But you still felt hot all over, now it was worse, you wanted something so bad but you didn’t know what.

He got up and undressed himself and you licked your lips at his naked body, scarred skin pulled taut over thick muscle. What stood between his legs had heat spreading like fire through your body. You’d never seen a naked man before. He was quick to return to you, slotting his hips between your thighs and guiding the thick head of his cock along your soaked folds.

“Relax kitty. I’m gonna make you feel good.” You gave a small nod and then he was pushing his thick cock inside you, groaning at the way your pussy clamped down on him. Your tongue lolled out of your mouth as he slowly pushed and pumped his hips, cock dragging along your wet warm walls perfectly. Mewls slipped past your lips, high pitched whines and pants like music in Shouta’s ears.

His hands wandered over your body, squishing and pulling at every piece of you he could get his calloused fingers on. It made you squirm beneath him, your own hands trying to push his away, but he wasn’t having any of it. He grabbed both your wrists and pinned them above your head in one strong hand, then went right back to groping your body with his free one.

“I can’t have you stopping me from touching you, kitty.” That’s all he said before focusing back on your body. He tugged at your belly, your sides, every place that was fatty and squishy. He’d never admit out loud how much he loved how soft you are. You’re perfect, plump and meaty, just more for him to touch, to look at, more to squeeze and pinch and pull.

He groaned out as you whined beneath him, tears beginning to clump in your lashes because he just kept squeezing, and he isn’t fucking you hard enough. Your orgasm built slowly with his languid pace, not nearly enough to get you to that peak and you were frustrated because you wanted relief but it wouldn’t come. Shouta picks up on your hips jerking and rolling, trying to get him to fucking move faster. He pulled his hips back and slammed back in, setting a brutal pace and making you whine high and long.

Tears begin to fall from the sheer ecstasy of it, and he’s realizing how much he loves to see you cry from the pleasure he can give you. With a groan, he’s releasing your hands and wrapping his arms around your waist, burying his face into your breasts and biting and sucking at your skin as he pounds you into the mattress. He isn’t normally an impulsive man, wouldn’t let himself let go like this. But for you. For you he’d give in to his lust and ravage you like you need him to.

Your orgasm slams over your body like a tsunami, your muscles locking up and a loud yip ringing from your throat, pleasure making your whole body shake. Shouta let out a hiss, your nails digging into the muscles in his back furiously, but he wouldn’t stop for that. He never stuttered in his pace, just kept ramming his hips into yours, heavy balls slapping against your ass and lewd squelches coming from where your bodies are connected.

You’re overstimulated, throat feeling raw and tears still falling down your heated cheeks as you thrash from another orgasm, this one just as powerful as the last and making your vision spot black. This time Shouta leans back, wrapping a hand around your throat and licking the salty trails away.

“Such a good little kitty for me, so good.” With a few more thrusts he’s spilling inside you, and you can feel the warmth spread in your belly as you lay there, boneless. He lays down on top of you, both of you sweaty and tired and he starts whispering sweet words into your twitching ears.

“So pretty. You’re so pretty, kitten.”

“Such a good girl for me.”

“You’re all mine, kitty. So good, all for me.” Tears begin to spill from your eyes for a different reason. Up until now you’d lived your life believing nobody wanted you because there was something wrong with you. You never felt ugly, never really felt like there was something truly wrong with you, but you always felt...unwanted. Unloved. Unlovable.

But Shouta makes you feel wanted, and loved, and pretty and all the things you always assumed you didn’t deserve. You’re his kitty now, and you’re such a good kitty for him too. He’s showering you with affection that you’d never known before and you’re shaking from all the overwhelming emotions. He can feel your body quivering, leans back to look at you and cups your face in his warm palm.

“What’s wrong, kitten? Why are you crying?” Your nose twitches as you sniffle, which he mildly notes is fucking adorable.

“Do you mean it? Am I a good kitty?” His eyebrows furrow and he rolls the both of you over so you’re on top of him. He’s peering into your big sad eyes as if reading your soul through them, trying to read the emotions you’re feeling, but it isn’t hard for him to figure out what’s racing through your mind. You nuzzle your nose into his neck and breathe in his scent, his hand coming up to pet your hair and ears.

“Of course, kitten. You’re such a good kitty.” The small reassurance makes you feel warm and happy, your tail flicking softly before curling around both your leg and Shouta’s, the end brushing his skin gently. You can’t help but want to stay with Shouta forever.

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“darling, dearest,dicked„

※ Your colleague Suguru invites you over to his house to spend the night because it is raining, you don’t have an umbrella and his house is relatively nearer.

pairing: getou suguru x f!reader

⊘ warnings: mdni! mature content; slightly possessive behaviour; mentions of:fingering; nipple play; unprotected and rough sex; oral sex.

wc: 2.1k

a/n: interactions are welcome and very much appreciated.

It’s raining when you step out of the office; it’s honestly concerning how hard it is pouring down, especially because it’s starting to get chilly at night - and it seems like the world came to a halt. It would be a simple, no matter Tuesday if only your damn Metro card would work, you had an umbrella and your shoes weren’t soaked to the bone. It feels like a plot against you. It’s when you are on the verge to splurge on a taxi fare ride, that you hear a voice, getting nearer and nearer and shouting your name.

You see Getou Suguru stopping his run, hands on his knees, framing kneeled and panting. He clearly run over to you, and before you can ask yourself why, he straightens and his gaze rounds you from bottom to top. His gaze is intense, and his eyes are mesmerizing: you feel your whole body shiver under his stare. His hair is messy, and dark locks of it hang around his man-bun, in the way he styles it when he works. Clearly, he just got out of the office.

“Oh thank God, I thought you didn’t hear me,” he blurts, blushing a bit, and scratching his neck. You smile at him, because he is just adorable. “I did hear you, Getou-San,” you bow a bit, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. Getou is absolutely stunning, and every fit that he owns just clings to him smooth skin and his toned body - and you can’t help but just lose your reason, for a split second, when he looks at you like that, as if nothing else matters. He smiles softly at you and then points at the street, on which there are still a few taxis running around. “Were you going to burn half of your monthly income on one of those?” he candidly asks, and while that should not come as surprise, you still feel yourself blushing, conscious of how you must look to his eyes: wet, disheveled and desperate. You shrug. “Better that than staying out here.” He is amused, and both of you are getting soaked - entirely because you both forgot to check the (wrong) forecast.

“Can’t deny that. But instead of spending money you could save towards those cute little earrings you always ogle on a taxi ride, given that you do manage to catch one, why don’t you repair yourself at my apart? It’s behind the corner of the block, and you could just wait the rain out,” he drops like nothing. Your mind gets racing about the implication of such an offer, but then you remember how this is Getou , an outstanding citizen and a man who eats respect and responsibility for breakfast. Maybe his offer it’s not so bad, just a little unusual. “Could I really do that?” you ask gingerly, and see Getou just smiling. “But of course. Don’t tell anyone, but you’re my favourite in the office, so it would a pleasure of mine offering a safe and warm place in this weather,” Getou says while looking around, through the thick courtain has formed around you. Warm sounds nice at the moment, especially because he is getting soaked because of you, and that can’t absolutely do. So you nod and Getou takes your wrist to drag you along, as fast as your legs allow it.

When you cross the entrance, and a your fingers go numb from the difference in the temperature between inside and outside, you sigh of relief. Getou’s apartment is clean, neat and warm exactly as he promised. It’s a bit impersonal, but you pay no mind. As soon as you get home, Getou throws every wet cloth on the tile floor, exposing his wet skin and his defined back. He goes inside a room and comes out holding a towel in one hand, and the other over his shoulders. “I figured you might need one,” he says while holding out the fluffy towel. “The bathroom is the second door over there,” he indicates a wooden door at the end of the corridor. You follow the simple instructions, when you notice that if you take off your damp clothes, you’ll be left in your panties and bra, which while comfortable, is not entirely decent to do to a colleague’s house. “Getou-san! I am so sorry to ask this, but could I use the drier to hang my clothes?” you ask sheepish. But nothing comes as an answer. Then you hear a knock on the door, and Getou saying that he is leaving some clothes for you outside. You notice right away how big they look on you. They smell the same way Getou does, money and vanilla detergent.

When you finally step out the bathroom, Getou is sitting on the sofa, with the remote in hand and house wear which should be illegal in several different countries. You swallow a lump in your throat and approach Getou on the couch, when he lands his eyes on you. You feel the air changing and his pupils dilate. His gaze is fixed on your figure swallowed up by his large clothes, and he seems outwardly shaken. He shakes his head and pats the space near himself. “I hope you’re a bit warmer than you were when I found you,” he says, eyes on the screen in front of the couch, carefully avoiding yours. “Oh yeah, thank you so much Getou-San,” you answer right away. You are a bit nervous, and Getou’s hands on his knees are distracting. “You could call me Suguru, you know? After all, we are not in the office anymore,” he glances at you, hesitant but also hopeful. It feels a bit weird, but you nod and say “Thank you Suguru-san, then.” He smiles at you, and you feel a tad more comfortable, enough to set yourself on the sofa and close your eyes.

You must have dozed off, and taken Suguru’s space in the meantime, as you find yourself pressed against his chest, laying on him, while his head is bent to the side, intent to watch the motioned images of a TV program. He looks at you and your eyes go wide, you blush and start squirming around in order to put yourself in a seated position, with little success. Suguru’s hand is still on your waist, and he does not seem intent on letting you go.

“Suguru-san? I am so sorry for falling asleep on you,” you fumble, but Suguru is staring at you vacantly - and it’s then that you notice something hard pressing on your thigh. Something that definitely isn’t the remote, still in Suguru’s hand, nor both of your phones laying on the table. “You don’t really realise, do you?” He asks. You shake your head. You hear him sigh deeply. “Of the damn effect you have on me.” He moans out. “Your hair sweeping those shoulders, the way you puck your lips, those swaying hips, your nipples peaking out of your shirt,” he blurts out calmly, like a man inside a brewing storm, “they just drive me crazy.” You have no idea of what you are doing. You are in a man’s apartment, a man who is objectively attractive and who you masturbated thinking of, wearing his clothes and currently on top of him. “Suguru-san…” you try. But he shakes his head. “I’m sorry to say, but I won’t be able to control myself if you stay here any longer. It stopped raining a while ago.” He looks pained while saying those words. So you take courage and try to be forward. “Do, mh, do you..want to do something about it?” You ask with the timid tone you can manage. Your head is spinning, and the hard dick pressing on you isn’t helping. You can already feel your panties getting wetter by the second, and your nipples are way past being hard. You wonder how is Suguru not noticing the response of your body. But then his gaze turns fiery, and then cold. “My darling, I won’t be holding out much longer. If you don’t get out of here in the span of few minutes, I..” He takes a deep breath. “I, have little control over myself when it comes to you. I want you - and I want you now even more. So yes, I do want to do something about my hard cock down there, but I am not going to force you, and I don’t want you to feel obliged to do anything just because I become unreasonable when you touch me.” But you are not even listening anymore, so you just take off your shirt, revealing your naked breasts, and feel Suguru’s breath hitch. “I want you too, Suguru-san,” you hear yourself says and the next thing you know is Suguru licking your pink bud, feeling heat pooling in your lower abdomen. He sucks on your left nipple, with you still straddling him. His hands are everywhere, and there is no space between you anymore. A hand ends up twisting you nipple so hard you whimper, so Suguru soothes the pain with his tongue. He pinches and then sucks on your stiff nipples so many times you lose count. You can feel hands and tongue, lapping everything they can. You don’t even notice how his hand ends up in your wet panties, and without teasing just penetrate your cunt. It makes you gasp, and Suguru takes up a rhythm of his fingers going in and then going out, faster until he sucks on your nipple so hard that you cum. But he does not care, and puts a second finger in. Even that, however, is not enough. Your pussy is pulsating, cum flowing out but the presence of Suguru’s hands inside of you do not let your relax enough. You feel the heat already forming, and you can’t help but moan.

“You are so pretty,” Suguru lets out and breathes right into your ear, making your pussy clench around his fingers. Suguru breath is ragged, and you feel him taking a breath in.

“My darling,” he sighs putting his head on your shoulder and pressing a feather light kiss on your exposed skin “I am about to cum right here if you do that again,” he says seriously. “Please cum, Suguru-san,” you tell him and inadvertently your hand squeezes lightly his clothed cock, swollen. You put your hand inside of his joggers, just to feel pre cum pooling on his tip, no boxers hiding his bulge. Water pools in your mouth, but you a want, a need to feel him inside you overwhelms you.

“Please fuck me, Suguru-san,” you tell him. And you don’t have to repeat it twice.

You feel Suguru taking off his pants, his member springing free, the prettiest shade of red in his full glory. He takes off your pants all the way, and does not care about aligning himself, that he slams into you. His grip on your hips is harsh, bruising, but when he starts pounding into you, his mouth colliding with yours for the first time you lose the sense of time. You just feel his cock slamming into you, one, two, three times, so deep that his balls touch your sensible points every time Suguru goes in. The couch is large enough, but you still feel Suguru on you, fucking into your cunt violently, lips not leaving yours. Your hips start moving as well, welcoming Suguru’s cock as deep as you can, length swallowed up in the red hole of your pussy so good. “You take me so well my dear,” he whispers at you, before moving his mouth to suck on your left nipple. He fastens his pace, and reaches the point inside you at which you can’t do anything else but scream. You usually never scream, and moan rarely but Suguru’s cock inside you and his mouth of your breast is enough to drive you to the edge. Then it’s a question of moments that you feel yourself fall and explode on Suguru’s dick, right before he pulls out to cum on your stomach, with shots ending up to your breasts and chin. You milk him until the end, and feel him shiver a few times, before he gathers the spilt cum and takes it to your lips, which you lap up.

“Suguru-san, I..”you try to complete a sentence with meaning, but nothing comes out of you. Your pussy feels drilled in, and you are pretty sure your hips are bruised, exactly like your nipples, which have never felt so cared for. You want to do it again. Now.

“Please fuck me again,” you then hear yourself say. Suguru smiles and then lowers himself just a bit. “If you let me eat you out first,” he says, licking the cum and penetrating your hole with his tongue. “You can do whatever you want with me, Suguru-san.”

He heads up, and blows on your hot and wet cunt.

“With great pleasure.”

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