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farfromstrange · 11 months

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Lizzi's Kinktober 2023

Day 16: Blood play

October 31st, 2023

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Pairing: Matt Murdock x afab!Reader

Summary: You and Matt are not friends, you simply fuck to get it out of your systems. When you get hurt after getting yourself in trouble, one thing leads to another, and you both realize that blood isn't always a bad thing.

Warnings: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT (18+ MINORS DNI), blood play, graphic description of blood, enemies that are lovers, hate fuck, unprotected p in v, rough sex, hair pulling, choking, dirty talk, Dom!Matt, brat!Reader, cum play, this is nasty as fuck (read at your own risk), not proof read

Word Count: ~1.9k

A/n: And with this, Kinktober has officially come to a close. Happy Halloween! I hope you enjoyed these past two weeks. I'm so happy I got it done, even with some delays. Thank you all for your support! I love you guys. Good night!

The crimson trail down your arm has a copper tang to it. It paints a distinctive red picture, a piece of art that you will never find in a gallery.

His tongue darts through the thick line of blood. The area where the blade nicked you is red, maybe a little swollen, but it surely was a clean cut. Why he is so obsessed with the essence that keeps you alive, you’re not sure.

Maybe it’s because your heart is the very thing responsible for the red elixir running through your veins, and he can hear every beat it makes. He has memorized the rhythm. He could pick your heartbeat out of a million other people. That’s why running is futile.

He knows you better than you know yourself. And no matter where you go, you are sure he will follow. He would follow you to the end of the earth and beyond. That is how obsessed he is.

You can’t deny it gives you a thrill that he needs you so badly, he would do anything to keep you by his side. To make sure you are his. He would go to extraordinary lengths to say, “You are mine!” And to have you believe it, too.

You’re supposed to hate him, despise him, curse him to hell, but all you feel when you look at his face is a desperate need to be near him. He hasn’t manipulated into feeling like this, not at all. If anything, you forced yourself into his life because you couldn’t stay away anymore. You saw him, and that was when you knew you had to have him.

He didn’t cut you. Matt would never. The devil, maybe, but not your Matthew. Even though you went head-to-head many times, he would never physically harm you.

No, the cut on your arm that matches the one on your abdomen happened because you were foolish enough to think you didn’t need his help when you went out tonight. It was Daredevil who saved your ass, and it was he who berated you for being so stupid. You argued, but in the end, you were stupid tonight. You got yourself hurt.

It is a mystery to you how you went from there to here, to him licking the blood off your salty skin. The motion alone is sensual enough to make your desperate thighs lock around his hips. You invite him in. You always have.

His tongue travels the distance from your bicep to your collarbone, leaving a red trail in its wake. His unfocused eyes come to level with yours. You stare into those hazel orbs that display the softest speckles of green. His pupils are dilated. You can see yourself reflected in the windows to his soul, and it makes you swallow.

The wetness that has gathered between the folds of your core starts trickling down your thigh. Before you met him, you thought it was just something some authors used to exaggerate the state of arousal, but now you know that it is possible. He gets you riled up like no other man has before because he knows your body in a way no man has ever cared to try, and that binds you to him. To him, his fingers, his sinfully skilled mouth, and most importantly, his cock.

You have always been selfish. You have always wanted everything all the damn time. Now that you’ve got what you wanted, letting him go is off the table, even when you hate each other most of the time. When you’re together like this though, you can pretend that life isn’t the shit show that it is and that you actually work. That you deserve each other. That there isn’t some mythical force forcing you apart at any given moment—it always brings you back together in the end, so how wrong can it be?

Loving the enemy has never seemed more lucrative than it does in the worst of moments. When you’re bleeding and naked underneath him in bed, his cock poking at your needy entrance; it is the wrong moment, and it still is so right.

His lips meet yours in a bruising kiss. You kiss him back, a soft moan slipping from your lips to his, and he swallows it like it’s water.

“You were so stupid,” he tells you again.

You should be offended, but you can’t be. Not when he is this close to you, his scent and the taste of his lips consuming you whole like a toxic wave of smoke. It engulfs you, keeping you locked in an airtight room where all you can feel is him, and only him.

He is the man of your dreams. A man you can’t have.

Right now though, you have him. Right now, you can have him.

You suck his bottom lip into your mouth. He tastes like bittersweet heaven.

“Not my fault you’re slower than me,” you retort, but your voice is breathy.

He huffs. “Shut up.”

“Make me.”

You push him a little too far.

Matt grabs your sides, dragging his fingers through the cut on your stomach. You hiss. The pain turns into a cloud of pleasure instead, nestling right above your cunt. A monster waiting to be unleashed. An animal waiting to have its hunger satisfied.

He drags his scarlet-stained fingers up your stomach, creating even more art to be marveled at. You are the masterpiece, and he is putting the finishing touches where they need to be. He stops right above your heart, only for a second though, then moves on to your neck. You want him to wrap his fingers around it, to give you stability, to give you security, but he doesn’t. Instead, his bloodstained fingers move to your jaw, force it down, and he buries them down your throat.

You have blood in and around your mouth. Your blood. It tastes like dirt and copper. It shouldn’t turn you on this much. The red gives a stark contrast to your skin, yet blends perfectly.

You choke on his fingers. They are so thick, you can only imagine what his cock would feel like right now, resting heavily on your tongue. Your lips close, and you suck his digits further into your mouth. You taste your blood, your sweat, and the dirt on his fingers. It’s disgusting, but it’s not. You moan. You can’t help it. Your walls clench around thin air.

Blood. Blood isn’t supposed to be arousing. It’s blood.

But God, you are sick. You don’t want to be healed because you and Matt… you can be sick together. Right now, nothing else matters. There are no limits other than the hard ones you’ve set, and he takes his job very seriously.

“I would fuck your throat until all you can taste is your blood and my cum,” he purrs, “but I am way too impatient.”

Fortunately, so are you.

“Turn around. On all fours.”

You do as you’re told. You push your ass back into him, and he growls.

“Behave,” he says. He stills your hips by grabbing your cheeks, squeezing them roughly.

You moan just a little bit more than necessary. “Please,” you beg.

Your back arches when he pulls you back by the hair, and he buries his cock deep inside you. Without warning, without foreplay. But you’re so wet, it doesn’t matter.

Matt doesn’t waste time. He doesn’t allow you time to adjust to his size and girth. He rams into you, filling you to the brim. He pulls out and thrusts back into you, and he does so hard.

You cry out. You’re so tight around him, your walls screaming at the intrusion, but you can’t fight him. Not when he’s got his arms around you, one around your shoulders, the other around your torso. He keeps you trapped against him as he thrusts so deep, you can feel him in your stomach.

When Matt fucks you, he fucks you hard, but he never fails to please you. That is one thing that is always consistent. He reaches the sweetest spots, making your eyes roll back and toes curl, and he makes you come every time. Your pleasure is his ultimate goal.

Your blood paints your stomach red. He’s obsessed with dragging his hand through it, you notice. Even cross-eyed and moaning, you notice.

“God, you’re going to be the death of me,” he grunts into your ear.

In a moment of confidence, you grab his hand and force it around your throat, leaving a crimson imprint. “Fuck me like you mean it,” you say.

He chuckles. “Fucking greedy.”

Within seconds, your face meets the mattress again. He forces you down while he pounds into you even harder than before, and your scream tells him that this is exactly what you asked for.

The pain of your cuts mixed with whatever magic he’s using to drill his cock so deeply drives you to the precipice within seconds. Matt reaches around you to touch your clit. He only has to rub the abused bundle of nerves two more times before you cry his name into the pillow, bite down on the silk sheets, and come hard. Harder than ever before.

Your cunt spasms around him, clenching so hard, he can barely move, and the sound of his full name on your lips in such sinful ecstasy cause his balls to tighten with his own impending orgasm.

But he doesn’t give you the pleasure of coming inside of you this time. The one thing you love most, the feeling of his cum buried deep inside of you as you make your way home from his place, he doesn’t grant you. Instead, he pulls out, flips you back onto your back, and he pumps his cock with his hand a few more times before his face contorts and he releases all over your bloody stomach.

You don’t register at first. The warmth of his cum on your wounds brings you back to reality.

It’s so messy. When you come back to yourself, Matt is heaving above you. You look down on yourself. Your skin is covered in the white of his cum and the red of your blood. It is the lewdest painting you have ever seen, but it is still a masterpiece in itself.

Your intrusive thoughts win. You drag your finger through the sinful cocktail. It’s sticky. You feel it for a moment before bringing it to your lips.

The taste is foreign. Copper, a bit salty, maybe a bit sour, but it is you and him and you are so happy to be tasting it, you let out another lustful moan.

This is perfection. Perverted, disgusting perfection, but perfection nonetheless.

Matt bites his lip. “You’re naughty,” he says.

“And you made me bleed worse than before,” you reply.

He chuckles. “Touché.”

He plops down next to you, but you know it won’t last long. Even when he pulls you into his arms, you know it won’t last. You have to leave soon.

Soon, he is going to ask you to leave and to never speak of this to anyone, and you will do as you’re told all over again because you’re not a couple. You’re not friends. You’re never going to be.

You’re enemies, and no sex in the world is going to change that.

Well, it was fun while it lasted. For just five more minutes, you can pretend that your relationship isn’t as complicated. Even though you can’t.

And you never will.

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snippychicke · 1 year

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For the Sake of a Smile (V.2) Chapter Twenty-One

Title: For the Sake of a Smile (Revised)

Overall Rating: Mature (18+)

Chapter Rating: M for Mature. We've begun the 18+ content

Trigger warnings: Nothing beyond the child abuse hinted in the series, though we do explore the consequences a bit more.

Main Pairing: Balam Shichiro/Reader

Summary: Hell on earth was your motto for your job. Granted, you were pretty sure earth really was hell, considering the shit you had seen in your life. And the fact your coworker was a child.

A child named Suzuki Iruma, in fact. A kid who’s life was decidedly worse than yours, but yet he smiled despite everything. It wasn’t long after meeting him that you decided you’d do a lot for his smile. Including summoning a literal demon and signing your soul away.

But as it turns out, hell (The Netherworld, actually) was a lot better than living on earth. Demons were more humane than a lot of humans you knew.

And Iruma’s smile wasn’t the only one that would change your life.

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"I am the worst mother ever!" You bawled as you buried your face in Sullivan's shoulder as he held you close, doing his best to comfort you. "I can't believe I forgot Iruma's birthday!"

"You've been under a lot of stress, sweetie," Your adoptive father reassured, rubbing circles along your back. "I'm sure Iruma understands, you know how he is."

"That makes it worse," You cried. You knew Iruma would forgive you and shrug it off, if he hadn’t already. After all, Shichiro had said he hadn’t seemed too concerned about it, nor was he lying.

But to you, his disregard was worse than him being upset. It was a stark reminder that until just a few years ago, Iruma never had his birthday celebrated. No one -- not even his own parents -- cared for him enough to take the time and celebrate his life..

It tore at your heart because you knew even if he didn't act like it, you were positive your lapse of memory had reminded him of those dark days. Did he think you were as careless as his biological parents? That now that your lives had improved, you didn't want to celebrate such things?

"Then let's make it up to our boy, hmm?" Sullivan offered, breaking through your thoughts as he tilted your chin to look at him and wipe your tears. "We’ll throw him a party for this year and all the birthdays I missed as well."

You nodded your head eagerly at the idea, the thought sounding perfect to you.

Yes. You would make up for lost time; not just the last few weeks, but the ones you had missed as well, from birth until that fateful day you met him. To make sure Iruma knew exactly how loved and cherished he was.

--+--

You were quick to learn that Demonic Rites were the devilish version of a grand birthday party. While Opera and Sullivan took the lead coordinating the event since they were experts in the field, you helped as best you could such as choosing some of the dishes to be served and picking out the presents. Yet the greatest task you had was making sure Iruma was kept preoccupied as not to notice anything was amiss, which the entirety of the Misfit class was all too happy to assist with once you confided in them.

While traditionally Demonic Rites were saved for milestone birthdays - with much smaller events for the other years - Sullivan was all too happy to use the excuse that it was the first birthday he was able to celebrate with his grandson to excuse the celebration. He was apparently going all out from what you could gather, renting a whole other castle.

Though as it turned out, that was tradition as well. Even demons believed in bad luck and holding a Rite in your own dwelling was a surefire way to invoke misfortune. It was also the reason for the costumes; in case Bad Luck spirits did find the revelers.

Apparently, spirits couldn't curse you if they couldn't recognize you. To you, it didn’t make much sense, but you weren’t going to balk at tradition. At least, not this one.

"Life is precious in the Netherworld," Shichiro explained over the phone the evening before the Rite. He had been a wealth of information about the traditions over the whirlwind of the week. "Our world is harsh, and once upon a time it was not uncommon for a demon to be killed before reaching adulthood. So we take every precaution to protect it, especially when we celebrate it.

"It's also a time where demons show their gratitude for their peers. After all, demons do not frequently bond the way humans do, and showing appreciation and kinship is usually very rare. The Misfit class are truly misfits in that regard…"

They certainly were. Not just for demons, but you had a feeling that even on earth they'd be an odd bunch. Yet you couldn't help but love all of them, hearing the debacle that occurred earlier that day as they fought over who was Iruma's friend and who was the boy's 'soulmate'.

You had to agree, Clara and Az seemed to be Iruma’s platonic (or so you assumed, at least) soulmates. Those three had a bond like no other that it was heartwarming, inspiring, and slightly terrifying when you thought of what those three could do if they wanted.

But the entire class itself was bonded tighter than any friend group you had seen - let alone experienced. You were sure that those thirteen students could achieve anything if they set their mind to it. And somehow, Iruma was more-or-less the ringleader of their troupe.

"You're coming tomorrow, right?" You asked Shichiro, glancing at the costume that hung from your closet door. Both Sullivan and Opera had assisted with choosing it…

Well - they had done more than assist, to be honest. It was more like they had chosen it and you meekly agreed when you saw the looks on their faces. Not that it was something you hated or even disliked; it was beautiful, and something that had caught your eye right away.

Your only reservation was the fact it was so… decadent, even for a costume ball. It had such beautiful wispy fabric that flowed with the slightest breeze, the waist framed with a corset-vest that - thankfully - hadn't felt too uncomfortable when you tried it on, and a high neckline that would hide your lack of wings.

And a crown of flowers and faux horns that completed the piece.

You worried it was too fancy, but assumed the two demons would know best. You also couldn’t help but wonder what Shichiro's reaction to it would be. After all, no matter what you wore -- a casual outfit or something more special -- his gaze always lingered enough to cause you to feel beautiful.

You wondered if you could actually make his jaw drop.

"Nothing could make me miss it," Shichiro assured, his voice deep and smooth it made tingles race down your spine. "I'll be there, promise."

--+--

Sullivan and Opera had left early to finalize the preparations, leaving you to escort Iruma to the surprise party. Thankfully, Opera had hitched the Nightmares to one of the smaller carriages before leaving so you didn't ruin your dress. Especially knowing Deinos, who loved to be as impish as she could be.

The Nightmares knickered softly as you and Iruma exited the mansion, both dressed in your costumes. "To Lord Sullivan," You instructed the demonic-horses simply as you opened the carriage door. They snorted in understanding, making you smile as you patted Lampon's flank before boarding.

"Are you going to tell me what's going on?" Iruma asked as the carriage began to move.

"It's a secret~" You answered in a singsong voice, smiling at his pout. "You'll love it though, I promise."

His pout didn't change, though he watched as you smoothed down your skirt, still unused to such rich material. "Well, you look beautiful, mom."

You blushed, "And you look very handsome, Iruma. Who would have thought we both could clean up so well, hmm?"

He laughed at that, and soon both of you were sharing memories of when you were less than presentable. Such as being covered in fish guts after being tripped - or when he came back from a forging trip, completely covered in mud and leaves. It had taken weeks to get every bit of mud and grime from the tiny shower afterwards, but you refused to spray him with the hose used to clean the floor of the workshop as many had recommended. Mainly because the water was ice cold and it was late autumn and winter had been attempting to set in.

The ride wasn't very long, and soon the carriage slowed to a stop. Opera opened the door before you could even think about it, holding a hand out to Iruma and then you once the boy was on the ground.

But before you could take a look around, a blindfold settled over your eyes. You jerked in surprise, fear and panic setting in as a pair of large hands settled on your shoulders. "Calm down, my dear," Sullivan reassured softly, thumbs rubbing calming circles into the bone of your shoulder. "We don't want to ruin the surprise."

"This is Iruma's Demonic Rite!" You protested as your adopted father led you (presumably) to where the Rite was to take place.

"Do you think I would celebrate my grandson's life, and not my daughter's?" Sullivan chuckled as a groan of old, heavy doors opening filled the air. A sound you were familiar with, given the Library's own doors perchance to complain every time they were opened.

But surely you weren't there. You heard hushed yet excited whispers, making your heart pound as Sullivan continued to guide you. He gently coaxed you up a couple of steps before turning you around and encouraging you to sit.

A moment later you heard Opera guide Iruma into a seat next to yours. There was a hushed countdown before the blindfold fell from your eyes, revealing the elaborately decorated ballroom with a large bonfire burning brightly in a pit at the center. The Misfits along with a few other Babyls students cheered your name along with Iruma's, making your heart catch in your throat.

"Mom?" Iruma asked softly as Sullivan and Opera joined in with the others as they began to dance-- an ancient dance, full of guttural words that truly made it seem like a demonic ritual.

"A Demonic Ritual is how they celebrate birthdays," You explained in a hush whisper, entranced by the performance. "We -- grandpa, Opera, and I -- planned on it being a secret, and to also make up for missing your actual birthday this year. I didn't think they'd plan on putting me in the spotlight too…"

Iruma's hand found yours, a smile on his face and that cheery light in his large blue eyes. "We've always celebrated our birthdays together. I was actually just telling Professor Balam that the other day…"

Oh. Oh. You caught sight of the tall broad demon standing apart, watching the revelers dance while also apparently taking a head count.

Those sneaky demons. Your heart grew warm at the realization that while you thought you were in on the surprise for Iruma, the three demons had been building a surprise for you as well.

As if he was aware of your gaze, Shichiro looked towards you, his expression shifting into a smile as he offered a small wave.

"It seems we are missing a guest," Opera said as he suddenly appeared on Iruma's other side. You tore your gaze away from Shichiro for a moment, and in a flash of light and smoke, a familiar white puffball appeared, looking disgruntled as always.

"EGGY SENSEI!" The Misfits cheered excitedly, and Kalego's reluctant presence seemed to be the last thing needed for the celebration to kick into full swing.

Over the last several months, you had slowly gotten used to the positive attention from the students as well as the teachers of Babyls. But that did little to prepare you for sitting in the spotlight as the guests symbolically gave part of their life to you as they poured out the burning water into the central bonfire. Or as each knelt one by one, offering their gifts with the heartfelt words: "Thank you for being born and living amongst us."

"I appreciate the love and kindness you give us, Mrs. Suzuki."

"I'm so happy I get to have two moms! My siblings are so jealous!"

"I know you're not my mother, but it really feels like you are sometimes."

"Your beauty is outstanding, my lady! May you continue to age so gracefully!"

"Thank you for caring so much."

"Thank you for bringing Iruma to us!"

"I appreciate your dedication to Babyls and its students," Kalego grumbled begrudgingly, offering a small delicate flower as a gift. (Where he got one considering his Summoned state, you weren't sure.) "You are one among few others whom I can tolerate."

"That's high praise coming from the professor," Iruma whispered as if you weren't already aware. Yet any reply died on your lips as Shichiro approached, quickly bowing low as his green feathered wings spread out wide to their full extent.

Yes, the others did the same as a sign of respect - but something seemed different….

Or maybe you were just head over heels for Shichiro that seeing him like that, knowing just how strong and powerful he was yet showing his weakest spot to you…

Your thoughts were interrupted as he looked up, his gaze focused on both you and Iruma as he spoke your names. "Thank you both for living in our world, and for being amongst us."

The sentiment had been expressed before, but by those oblivious to the reality of you and Iruma's true circumstances. But he knew. He knew it all. Your throat grew tight as he presented his gifts, hands briefly grazing yours as you accepted the box as your gazes locked.

The warmth, the sincerity, the love in his eyes meant the world to you. He meant the world to you.

You struggled with the urge to simply slide from your chair to your knees and pull him close for a kiss to reciprocate those tender emotions. Except you were still aware of everyone else watching, so you just caressed his hand deliberately with a smile hopefully conveying your feelings.

His eyes crinkled as he returned your smile, fingers lacing briefly before he pulled away and stood. Your eyes followed him as he stepped away.

Until Sullivan stepped up, his own eyes glittering knowingly. He didn't say a word, but knelt down as he took Iruma's hand as well as yours into his. His black wings opened, but instead of splaying them in a submissive gesture, he curled around the three of you.

"You both mean so much to me, you are truly my treasures," He spoke softly, squeezing your hand tightly. "I am sincerely thankful you both came into my life."

"Grandpa…"

"Dad…"

This time, you did leave your seat, having the same idea as Iruma as you wrapped your arms around both your father and son, and feeling their arms around you.

You were loved. Just as strongly as you loved them, they loved you.

--+--

The rest of the party was truly a party. You swore you had been to more festivals and parties in the last few months than before in your prior life.

But instead of standing on the outskirts of the party with Kalego and Balam as you typically ended up doing, you were drawn into the menagerie this time. You danced with several students as well as Opera, Sullivan, and then oddly Fluffego, when he was all but shoved in your arms by an impish Opera. He acted begrudgingly as you twirled him around, his small hands holding onto your fingers. You had your toes stepped on as well as stepped on a few yourself, but it was all brushed off with a laugh and even more dancing.

You hadn't had unbridled fun like this for such a long time. Your face hurt from smiling so widely, ribs aching from laughing.

But your favorite part was when large warm hands wrapped around your waist when you had slipped towards the table laden with food and drinks. "You look beautiful," Shichiro whispered as he held you tight around your midsection, making you smile. You had briefly danced with him, no more than thirty seconds, during one where you were constantly changing partners. Otherwise it seemed like the universe had conspired to keep you separated.

"I'm sure I would've been more lovely if my personal hairdresser had helped," You teased lightly as you glanced over the treats, taking your time to enjoy being held against him. "But I have a nagging suspicion he was in on the surprise."

"Iruma explained how you had always celebrated your birthday with him, and never told him when your actual birthday was," He admitted, chin resting atop your head despite the decorative horns. "We -- Lord Sullivan, Senpai, and myself-- figured it would be best to continue the tradition. Especially considering you would likely refuse to tell us once you knew what it may entail."

You bit your lip out of reflex to hide your smile. "You three really do know me well, don't you?" Because he was right; once learning of Demonic Rites, and knowing Sullivan's own tendencies to spoil you, you would've kept your lips sealed.

Which was related in a way to why you never told Iruma which day you were born. You hadn't wanted the boy to give up more of his hard earned money on your behalf. Sharing his birthday had been a bit of a compromise in a way, so you both were able to celebrate each other while you could make sure he didn't use a lot of his meager funds on you.

"Both you and Iruma are completely selfless," he answered, squeezing you tighter. "To the point I really wish you two would have a bit more of a sense of self-preservation."

"So when exactly is your birthday?" You asked after a moment, making him chuckle at your poor attempt at changing the topic.

He squeezed you tighter, adjusting to nuzzle your neck gently; considering his mask was still in place. "I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours."

You laughed at that, leaning your head back and finally looking up at him. "I love you, Shichiro, but I know better than that."

A flash of surprise crossed his face and his grip tightened to the point of nearly taking your breath away. "...do you, really?"

You realized your slip. You had admitted to yourself - to others - your feelings, but never to him. And, well - for good reason from what you understood about demon culture.

But… screw it.

"Yes," You answered, twining your hands with his. "I really do love you."

His adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, the look in his eye changing slightly. He guided you to turn in his arms so you were face to face, still holding you tight against him. "Demons, especially those who are courting," He continued, his voice threatening to become even huskier, "don't say those words freely, or lightly."

You had gleaned as much from the books you had read. Some said it freely to those they were crushing on, and during little flings. But once a demon entered courtship, the word became much more meaningful to their Intended. Not unlike the term 'Aishitemasu' in Japanese.

And yes, you two had just started courting - and from what you read, the courting period could last several months to years - but there was no denying how you felt. He had come to mean so much to you, and you could easily imagine him being in every part of your life. Not just the romantic moments, but the mundane parts of life; like doing dishes, or chores (if Opera ever allowed that to happen again).

That was one of your ambitions. To have him by your side for the rest of your life if possible. To build a life with him.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him down so you could face him eye to eye as you stood on your tiptoes. "I love you, Balam Shichiro. With all my heart. And I can't imagine being with anyone else but you."

Before you could blink, his hands cupped your backside and he lifted you up, your body pressed against his as you fought the urge to wrap your legs around his hips, knowing in your current dress that would be very inappropriate.

Shichiro's eyes were desperate in more than one way as he searched yours, undoubtedly using his bloodline ability to find a hint of a lie. "One more time?"

You couldn't help but smile before you cupped his face in your hands, meeting his dark eyes and holding his intense gaze. "I love you, Shichiro. And I'll say it as many times as you want me to."

If you weren't in a room full of students - as well as your father and Opera, (and you supposed Kalego as well) - you would have happily removed his mask to kiss him properly, but you knew he was self conscious of his scar and refrained. That, and you had a very good idea his self control was on the verge of slipping; as was yours, to be honest. One kiss would lead to more as it always seemed to tend to, and you knew you wouldn't want to stop.

"I love you too," He finally admitted as your words sunk in. "So, so much." There was a hint of desperation to his voice, which paired with the way his grip on you was more than just supporting you against his frame, but feeling the plush curve of your butt.

There was no denying the thoughts running through your head, or the yearning that filled your body. You bit your lip as your fingers as well as your gaze traveled down his neck, feeling the strong cords of muscle beneath. He wasn't wearing the collar of feathers, but instead a dark, high collared top that felt like velvet beneath your fingers.

It would be so easy to push it away and press your lips to the sensitive skin there and listen to him hold back a whimper and groan as you tortured him. The thought of reducing him to a whimpering mess always tempted you, making you bite your lip as your mind drifted into the gutter.

Shichiro said your name quietly, making it sound like a plea as you continued to rub the velvet cloth trying to feel his muscular shoulders beneath as you thought.

You met his gaze, which felt as hot and heavy as the feeling settling in your lower gut. You knew what you wanted to do - what you thought he wanted to do too - but were uncertain how to proceed. Or rather, hesitant to take that next step. Was it being too bold?

Screw it. Fortune favored the bold, right? Be ambitious. Be selfish.

"Why…don't we slip away somewhere more private?" You asked hesitantly, your attempt to be quiet making you sound a bit more sultry than intended.

His grip tightened even more, and you felt a hint of something hard press against your stomach. Yet instead of eagerly agreeing or even just carrying you away, (as you may have thought about more than once in previous daydreams) he protested - but with obvious reluctance. "It's your Rite, and…"

"Is there an unwritten rule that I have to stay here when I'd rather be alone with you?" You asked. Because devi, your mind was fully in the gutter and the thought of trying to pretend you were totally not thinking such things while you tried to mingle with everyone else sounded like torture.

And not the pleasant kind you hoped waited for you in the near future.

"Well, no," He admitted after a moment, his brow furrowed in confusion. "But would you really rather sneak away with me than stay and celebrate?"

Devi, how could a demon be so pure? "One hundred percent yes," You replied firmly before boldly adding on: "To the point I don't care where we go, as long as it's somewhere private and we won't be disturbed." Because hell or heaven help you if you couldn't at least get him half-undressed so you could explore his body with both your hands and lips. It was taking every bit of your self control as it was, with those thoughts running in your mind while being braced against him, the growing firmness pressing against you left little doubt he was having similar thoughts.

There was a moment of silence as his gaze became distant and unfocused, his cheeks turning bright red."Shichiro…?" You called softly after the moment stretched on. He snapped out of his thoughts, though his cheeks stained red even more.

"I, uh, well, I-I have been wondering if you would like to, um, come to my home? I've been working on my nest…."

Oh. Oh. That was much more than finding a closet or unoccupied room. It was your turn to blush, your heart racing in anticipation as well as more than a little bit of anxiety.

You wanted to - you really wanted to - but you couldn't help but feel a bit nervous. It had been such a long time - what felt like a lifetime to be honest - long before Iruma came into your life, since you had been with someone. And while kissing and petting had been second nature when it came to Shichiro….

Well, your daydreams hadn't quite prepared you for the real possibility.

Yet, again, you wanted to. And he was bound to be a more thoughtful lover than you had experienced before, demon or not. (Hell, he already was.)

After what felt like forever, you finally took the metaphorical step and nodded while biting your lip. "I-I would like that."

--+-- Su-Ki-Ma--+--

"They seriously don't think they're being subtle, right?" Soi sighed as he watched the two adults head towards the exit. Well, Balam walking somewhat stiffly with you cradled in his arms, your face red as a tomato but laughing.

Granted, his ability made disappearing easy, and also made it more noticeable when others tried to sneak off… but, still. That was about as obvious as anyone could be without making a loud announcement.

"Soi!" Leid jumped, startled by the demon's sudden presence. "You have got to stop doing that!"

"Are you talking about our two love bird teachers?" Elizabetta asked with a giggle, not as easily startled as their classmate. She also had noticed the pair, but was delighted by the turn of events. After all, their romance was something straight out of her own daydreams, making her hope even more that she would have a fairytale romance as well. "Aren't they adorable?"

"That's one word for it," Soi acknowledged, not as enamored with the situation as she was. "I might want to adjust my bet…"

"You and everyone else," Jazz agreed, summoned by the word 'bet'. He was already pulling out the notebook he was using to keep track of the massive pool going. "Lets see, are you wanting to change when you think their wedding day will be, or when Professor Balam will have mom knocked up?"

"Are you still taking bets?" Opera asked after overhearing the four students discuss their options. All four froze, glancing at the security demon and expecting a reaction much like Kalego's when he had found the betting during one of his lectures. (Granted, shortly after he had placed his own as well. He just didn't appreciate it being discussed during class.)

Instead, there was no anger behind Opera's placid expression, just simple curiosity.

"Er, yeah…." Jazz answered as Soi disappeared and both Elizabetta and Leid stepped away from the feline demon.

"Good. Both Lord Sullivan and myself would like to participate…"

#mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #balam shichiro #balam/reader #suzuki iruma #balam shichiro/reader #balam shichirou

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choke-me-joey · 2 years

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Hi! In regards to Hoevember can you do number 50 with Joe? Thank you love.

Thank YOU for requesting bby ❤️

Also massive thanks to @harrys-four-nipples for helping me out with this one, ily 🥰

50. Are you sure? If we do this, I won't be able to control myself.

Joseph Quinn x reader

Content warning: 18+ content minors DNI, rpf (don't like don't read), friends to lovers, angst, reader gets a teeny bit jealous and insecure, lil bit of fluff, Joe is soft until he's really not, no prep (but its cool, reader is SUPER wet), unprotected p in v, creampie because what else would I write

Hoe-vember/Dick-cember masterlist

It was no secret that you and your best friend Joe fancied each other. Every bloody one of your friends knew it, he knew it and you knew it. So why the hell weren’t you together?!

Well, that was totally your bad. When Joe had started landing bigger jobs, you had decided to try and save yourself the eventual heartbreak he was bound to cause you and you tried to move on to other guys with nice normal jobs who weren’t going to shatter your soul by falling in love with a stunning a size 4 actress who was working opposite him.

And it worked. For a bit.

Until the nice normal guys were not nice guys at all, but just the typical London arseholes who were only in it for a quick fuck and chuck, completely not what you wanted. And eventually when yet another boring banker or data analyst was crawling on top of you, Joe’s face invaded your thoughts and it would be the only reason you’d eventually get off, by fantasising about your long-term crush and best friend. In fact, you had even called out his name mid-fuck once. Luckily the guy you were shagging at that time was also called Joe so, no harm, no foul.

So to save yourself even further, you’d stopped dating. Completely. No one. Nothing. And at first, it was fine. But by the 3 month mark of self-inflicted celibacy, you were starting to go a little crazy.

Which leads you to now, sitting alone in your flat on a Friday night, watching some David Attenborough narrated documentary on the TV with a G&T. Wild. All of your friends were either with their partners, tied down with work or just wanting time at home themselves tonight. The only person you hadn’t contacted was Joe. But he was probably out with Wesley, or at some fancy event or something. You missed him.

Shooting back the rest of your G&T, you pick up your phone and start mindlessly scrolling through Instagram, Facebook and Twitter, a 3-app rotation that kept you occupied for all of 10 minutes. Then a WhatsApp message pings through.

‘Hey, wyd? X’

It’s Joe. Your heart flutters at the sight of his name.

‘Hey, famous actor man. Nm, wanna come over? X’

‘Already outside. Got Chinese x’

You stand up and open up your balcony windows, stepping outside and glancing down to the main door of your building. Sure enough, Joe is stood there, looking back up at you with a plastic bag full of food in his hands. He grins, raising the bag up at you.

He looks so fucking good it should be illegal.

“Hold on,” you return his grin, rushing back inside and buzzing the door open for him. You quickly check over your appearance and make sure you don’t stink like a bin, before opening your front door.

About an hour later, bellies full of too much Chinese food and a few beers, you and Joe are sprawled out on your bed. Well, to be more precise he is sprawled out like he bloody owns the place, you’re sat with your back against the headboard picking at the label on your beer bottle.

"Sign of sexual frustration, that." Joe pipes up, smirking at you. You can't fucking look at him right now; you know how he looks when he smirks. You'll want to pounce on him. Your pussy throbs.

"Well, if you hadn't had decent sex for months, you'd be frustrated too." You grumble back, squeezing your thighs together subtly.

"Months? Thought you were seeing that one bloke from your office?"

"Yeah, months ago, Joe. Plus he was so fucking boring. And shit in bed. Had to get myself off when he left." To some videos of you, btw.

"Ah." Joe nods and takes a sip of his beer. "Shame."

"Please don't gloat, Joe, I get it, you're a super hot actor now and the women are throwing themselves at you." You roll your eyes as you speak. Joe barks out a laugh.

"I meant, it's a shame you had to get yourself off after he left, he missed out. Bet that was hot as fuck." He says casually, his dark eyes watching you from his side of the bed. You shove him with your foot. "And you know I haven't been shagging anyone, Y/N."

"Do I? Not even your little red headed friend you were papped with?" You raise an eyebrow at him. Now it's his turn to roll his eyes.

"Jealous?"

"Curious." You lie. Of course you were jealous. She was fucking gorgeous and you knew Joe; the minute those videos surfaced you knew he was flirting with her. But also you knew nothing had happened. Wesley had reassured you. Wesley knew everything. You just needed to hear Joe say it.

"Nothing happened with her. I haven't fucked anyone in months, Y/N. I'm just not interested." Joe sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You know there's only one person I want."

"Joe..." You sigh, your head flopping back against the headboard. "Don't, please. I've told you, I wouldn't be able to handle it if you met someone else, especially some of the women you work with-"

"Fuck, Y/N, what kind of person do you think I am?" Joe sits up, inching closer to you. "I would never, ever-"

"You might though. If we had to spend months apart-"

"Which we have-"

"-you get unbearably horny-"

"-that's what I have a hand for-"

"For fucks sake, Joe, I bloody love you and want you to fuck the shit out of me right now and tell me that you love me too!" You snap, the admission even taking you by surprise. Joe blinks at you. There's a brief, tense pause before he lunges at you, grabbing your head and smashing his mouth to yours. You freeze, brain desperately tying to catch up. Joe feels your hesitation and tries to pull away, but you grab his head and bring him back to you, this time kissing him back properly.

It's closed mouths at first, but you decide to be bold and flick your tongue against his lip. He groans and accepts, opening his mouth and allowing you to taste him for the first time. You thread your fingers into Joe's curls as you kiss, deep and slow, the kind of kisses that make you weak in the knees and dizzy in your brain. Your body shifts against his, making you both moan softly. Joe moves so that you're lying down, him on top of you, and then he suddenly pulls away again, making you whine at the loss of his mouth against yours.

"Are you sure? If we do this, I won't be able to control myself." He says, his voice taking a deeper tone. You nod, and he smiles. "I bloody love you too."

"I know. Can you fuck me now please?"

"Or what, you'll do it yourself?" Joe teases and you laugh. "You'll have to show me that sometime."

"Save that for when you're travelling, Quinn." You reply, grabbing the front of his shirt. He looks down at your hands, an eyebrow raised, before looking back at you. He smirks, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head with one hand.

"Can you keep your hands there for me like a good girl?"

You nod, swallowing, the throb in your underwear almost becoming unbearable. It had been forever, or what felt like forever, since you had been turned on like this. And it's Joe. Fucking Joe who you've been lusting after for fuck knows how long.

He sits you up, still making sure you keep your hands above your head. He tugs at the bottom of your tshirt, looking at you for permission. Again, you nod and he peels off your tshirt, swearing sharply as your tits are exposed, nipples pebbled in arousal. You were pretty glad you'd decided to forgo a bra tonight. Comfort over fashion or whatever it was.

"Fucking hell, Y/N, your boobs are incredible." Joe groans, pushing you down onto your back again and admiring you for a moment. He then strips off his own shirt, taking his place back on top of you, and you whimper at the feel of his bare chest against yours. Joe teases you,skating his fingers along your bare side. His eyes darken, watching your expression as he gently pinches your nipple.

"Fuck, Joe, please!" You whine, bucking your hips into his. The crotch of your leggings brushes over his evident arousal in his jeans and you shiver at the slightest hint of friction there. Joe chuckles.

"Worked up like this already? You really are desperate for a good fucking, aren't you? You're not the only one, baby. I can't wait anymore, need to be inside you."

You're amazed at how he undressed both you and himself whilst still pinning your wrists above your head with one hand. Clearly he has done this before. You swallow down that pang of jealousy; he's with you now, nobody else.

"Hey, you okay?" Joe sees your expression falter as you get lost in your thoughts. His own expression softens as he looks at you with concern. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to-"

"I want to. Fuck me, Joe, and don't be gentle about it. I don't want to be able to walk after." You say with determination, fingers ghosting over his that held you. Joe groans, his eyes fluttering shut.

"You keep saying stuff like that and I won't last long, been thinking about this for way too long." He lets go of your wrists and brings that hand to the side of your head supporting himself as his other hand guides his cock to your pussy. He taps your clit a few times with his cockhead, chuckling at the way your body arches and you squirm with desperation. After he's swiped his cock through your arousal, he pushes in all the way to the hilt, knocking the wind out of you.

He's massive. Well, bigger than what you're used to, thick and long and he bumps your womb when he slides in all the way. The burn is delicious; you can't remember the last time you felt this full, if ever.

"Fuck, Joe," you pant, your walls fluttering around him as you stretch to accommodate him.

"Christ, you're fucking tight. You okay?" Joe grits out, his jaw clenched at how fucking good you feel around him. You nod, and he leans down to kiss you, starting to move slowly.

"No, no, no, no-" you whimper against his mouth. "More, Joe, harder, please, I can take it. Fuck. Me."

Joe finally seems to get the message, and flips you over onto the mattress, face down and ass up. Once again, he grabs your wrists in his hand but this time holds them behind your back. He slams his cock into you, using his grip on your wrists as leverage.

"I was trying to be fucking romantic, love, but you're too desperate for my cock, hm?" Joe grunts, his fast and deep thrusts making you moan into the duvet.

"Fuck yes, Joe, please, I want it!" You moan, every nudge of his cock against your cervix sending a blooming mix of pain and pleasure throughout your core.

Nobody had fucked you this good before. All the guys you'd tried hooking up with to take your mind off of the man who was currently rearranging your guts had crawled on top of you for 10, maybe 15 minutes at a push, encouraged you to touch your clit and left it at that. As long as they shot their load, it was a win for them.

But Joe, Joe was different. So very fucking different. From how he was talking to you, to how he was touching you. He hands leave your wrists and travel to your hair, pulling it into a ponytail and pulling your head back with it.

You let out a sharp moan.

"That's right, baby, let me fucking hear those pretty moans. Does my cock feel good? Cos your pussy feels like fucking heaven, babe, can't believe we waited so long to do this, fuck, i love you so fucking much."

"I love you," you gasp, and Joe pulls you up so your back is against his chest, fucking up into you as one of his hands cups your boob, and the other snakes down to your clit. You turn your head and kiss him, moaning into his mouth as he rolls the pad of his finger over your clit, again and again and again until you break the kiss to cry out his name as you come, long and hard, your pussy holding his cock in a fucking vice grip as a fresh wave of arousal washes over you both.

"Can I come in you?" Joe pants against your mouth, you nod reaching a hand behind his head and keeping it there, tangled in his damp curls as he thrusts a couple more times into you before releasing, cum splashing up against your womb and walls. Joe moans your name out as he comes, his legs shaking with the force of his orgasm. You kiss his face as he rides it out, and eventually his head drops to your shoulder, peppering the skin there with sloppy kisses.

His cock stays in you until it softens, neither one of you wanting to break the connection yet. He hisses with the sensitivity as he slips out of you, and you quickly excuse yourself to go to the bathroom to clean up, albeit on extremely wobbly legs. When you come back, Joe is passed out in your bed, still bollock naked but under the covers, snoring softly. You join him, laying on your side and stroking a hand over his cheek gently. He cracks an eye open and smiles at you, opening his arm for you to snuggle up into him. He places a kiss on your forehead.

"My hand is going to have a hard time comparing to that, just so you know."

#joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn fanfiction #joseph quinn smut #joe quinn smut #joseph quinn imagine #kats hoevember event #kats dickcember event #joseph quinn x y/n

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jennathearcher · 4 months

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I was tagged by the always wonderful @gellavonhamster to post four characters that make me go "my man, my man, my man!!"

(I've done an images-only version of this post previously, but I'm thrilled to elaborate on WHY I adore said characters here :P)

Jonathan Sims (The Magnus Archives)

(fanart credit here)

How do I begin to explain Jonathan Archivist? He's flawless :P In all seriousness, Jon is legit one of the best, most complex characters I've ever seen in media, and perhaps one of the first characters to ever make me go "THAT ONE. MINE." XD

The best part is when I first started listening to the podcast, and didn't really know WHERE it was going to go or how big the story was going to become, I had s1 Jon who is kind of an asshole and I was SO frustrated by his skepticism CONSTANTLY XD then the end of s1 rolls around, s2 illustrates a character arc that encapsulates the immediate aftermath of a severe trauma SO well, and by the end of s2, I had my ".....oh. Oh no" moment :P

Jon spends pretty much the rest of the series just GOING THROUGH IT in one way or another, and pretty consistently going "This is fine" about all of it even though he is Very Not Fine :P I want to just wrap this man in a big cozy blanket and TAKE CARE OF HIM. Because Jon goes through so much of his whole storyline.....essentially ALONE and it DRIVES ME BONKERS XD There's a point in this series where Jon has pretty much lost every friend he's ever had and it is HEARTBREAKING.

But also, his transformation throughout the series :P I don't want to go into TOO much detail here for spoiler reasons, but god. Jon has moments especially in the latter half of the series where he is SCARY. HE IS POWERFUL. AND HE IS GODDAMN SEXY :P (my bestie likes to listen to s5 episodes with me and laugh maniacally over me Losing My Shit from sheer simp-itude XD)

Also, bonus points for being a Canon Asexual 8D like me!! <3

Johnny Silverhand (Cyberpunk 2077)

Oh, Johnny, Johnny <3 I pretty much went into this game knowing he was gonna steal my heart, but even then, I was utterly unprepared for just how attached I would become :3

A lot of that is due to playing as a POV character that you essentially craft yourself from the ground up -- prime real estate for a self insert lover like myself XD And despite there being a myriad of colorful characters in the world of Cyberpunk, four of which you can romance, everyone can pretty much agree that Johnny is by far the most important character to the PC, who has the placeholder moniker of V.

The basics of the game's story are that your character, V, is a mercenary in the postapocalyptic world of 2077, and they are betrayed and nearly killed by one of their clients -- their life only being saved due to the presence of a chip they installed in their head during a job, without realizing said chip contained, essentially, the soul of Johnny Silverhand; a rock star turned terrorist who died in 2023.

The main plot of the game focuses on V's attempts to stabilize Johnny's presence in their brain, before the chip eventually overwrites their consciousness and kills them. A lot of that depends on the player's interactions with Johnny throughout the game, but as you can imagine, literally sharing a brain and body with someone can be quite the bonding experience :P

Especially because Johnny is a MESS. He's an alcoholic and drug addict who hides his supreme self-loathing behind a seemingly massive ego -- who talks a big game about his hatred of capitalism but in reality blew up the biggest conglomerate in the city because his girlfriend died (and it was his fault) and he doesn't know how to deal with his feelings.

The moments in the game when Johnny actually opens up to V are CAPTIVATING, certainly in part due to a masterful performance from Keanu Reeves :P This is one of those games that just grabs you with its immersion, and got me genuinely emotional several times during my first playthrough. (One day, I'll get the chance to play it again :P one day XD)

Plus there's also the aspect of building my own personal canon for my V and her relationship with Johnny, and all that adds up to holding a very special place in my heart :3

Gale Dekarios (Baldur's Gate 3)

I. LOVE. THIS. STUPID. WIZARD. SO. DAMN. MUCH.

Of course I jumped onto the BG3 train for Astarion and ended up falling head-over for the character I most commonly heard referred to as annoying :P

A dorky wizard you say? Who's highly autistic coded? Loves books and his cat? Strongly implied to be an abuse survivor at the hands of an older female partner? AND HE'S SUICIDAL??? I didn't stand a fucking chance :P

I just love listening to him talk so much XD and thank god because he never shuts up :P Nothing like a guy who thinks he's the smartest man in the room who is, IN FACT, very very dumb <3

And lest we forget if you keep him around until the third act of the game, he decides his new coping mechanism is SEEKING GODLY POWER like babe please calm down XD

I've done pretty much all of his possible endings so far outside of doing his origin run (aka playing through the whole game as him), and I just. LOVE HIM SO MUCH <3 I'm excited to romance him again, especially since I missed out on stuff the first time XD Every time I start a new playthrough I end up half-romancing him anyway because I CAN'T HELP MYSELF :P ultimately breaking my own heart when I have to commit to the character I originally set out to romance in the first place XD and he's always the first companion I get to the Exceptional approval level :3

that's my emotional support wizard :P and I WILL make him useful by juicing him up with all the good spells, thank you VERY MUCH XD

Black Leg Sanji (One Piece)

You all knew this was coming :P

Hey, you ever casually look at a fun pirate manga here and there as a teenager without ever really getting into it, but you know EXACTLY which character would be your fave and just kinda tuck that away in the back of your mind?

And then some odd years later, that manga gets adapted into an extremely successful and astonishingly well made live action Netflix series that is much more accessible to you than the source material?

And THEN that gets you engaging with more and more of the source material's fan content until you still haven't even watched the anime proper yet and somehow THIS has happened to you??

Anyway moral of the story is that your first instinct as to what character is going to be your favorite it always right no matter what :P OH MY GOD WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO ME

I just. Love him SO MUCH.

He cooks. He fights by KICKING PEOPLE REALLY HARD. Like SO hard. Hard enough that he can SHATTER CONCRETE WALLS??? WITH HIS HANDS IN HIS POCKETS LIKE HE'S ORANGE CASSIDY.

He smokes CONSTANTLY. He's ALWAYS associated with fire. He LIGHTS HIMSELF ON FIRE FOR COMBAT PURPOSES. And yet he has the most water elemental oriented soul I've EVER SEEN. (and CHRIST HOW IS HE SO FUCKING SHREDDED--)

He's 80% Leg. His EYEBROWS do the fucking THING. He's FRENCH. The extent of his post-timeskip transformation is PARTING HIS HAIR DIFFERENTLY. His name is a PUN. He is AN IDIOT and also SO SMART. He has to have 17 karmic punishments from the narrative before we ever get to his tragic backstory. His adoptive dad ate his own foot.

He's a Hopeless Romantic. He COMPLETELY FORGETS HOW TO ACT every time he so much as Sees A Woman at thirty paces. He gets so many comedic anime nosebleeds that it becomes A PLOT POINT. He has a CODE OF CHIVALRY that actually makes sense kind of (especially once you know his tragic backstory).

Lest we forget to mention that he's part of a FOUND FAMILY!!!! He has SO much love to give and his love language is all of them :P A different one for each person on the crew, as far as I can tell. With Zoro it's "the only person who's allowed to kill you is me, dammit" XD

ALSO!!!!! COME TO FIND OUT HE'S AN ACTUAL FUCKING PRINCE THAT'S JUST CASUALLY THROWN OUT THERE I JUST FLDKJAFLKDAFJLDSAF

I just. Husband Material. HUSBAND. I wanna lock that shit down SO BAD. I'm AS OBSESSED WITH HIM as he is with EVERYONE ELSE and by god I am making it the problem of all of my followers :P

tagging (with no pressure) @pink-cenobite @talesfromthecrypts @piratespencil @thebarefootking @damngoodbabysiitter @lady-phasma and anyone else who wants to do the thing!! <3

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summeryewberry · 9 months

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Queer Book List

I've just updated my complete list of LGBT+ novels ever read (as far as I can remember). Not including short story collections, comics, non-fiction, or things I've completely forgotten.

I'm not including books where a main character's sexuality was only implied (it's got to be clear on the page), and this list contains queer main and secondary characters only, not background characters that play little part in the story.

I don't read a lot of Young Adult, so assume these are all adult-oriented unless otherwise stated.

I'm not judging nor rating nor recommending any of these; it's purely a list of books I've finished.

True Colors #1: Conventionally Yours, by Annabeth Albert gay male main characters, romance, happy ending

The Geek Who Saved Christmas, by Annabeth Albert gay male main characters, romance, happy ending

Perfect Harmony #2: Love Me Tenor, by Annabeth Albert gay male main character, gay male side characters, romance, happy ending

Knit, Purl, a Baby and a Girl, by Hettie Bell bisexual female main character, lesbian main character, romance, happy ending

Master of One, by Dani Bennett and Jaida Jones gay male main characters, trans woman side character, high fantasy, unfinished series

Cesare Aldo #1: City of Vengeance, by D. V. Bishop Cesare Aldo #2: The Darkest Sin, by D. V. Bishop gay male main character, gay male side characters, mystery, historical, unfinished series

The Crow: The Lazarus Heart, by Poppy Z. Brite gay male main character, trans woman main character, horror, unhappy ending - it's The Crow

Exquisite Corpse, by Poppy Z. Brite gay male main characters, horror, unhappy ending

Lost Souls, by Poppy Z. Brite gay male main characters, horror, I don't remember the ending

The Black Magician #2: The Novice, by Trudi Canavan The Black Magician #3: The High Lord, by Trudi Canavan gay male side characters, high fantasy, happy ending for the gay characters

The Hours, by Michael Cunningham lesbian main characters, bisexual female main characters, general fiction, I don't remember the ending

Stars in My Pocket Like Grains of Sand, by Samuel R. Delany gay male main characters, science fiction, unfinished series

The High King's Golden Tongue, by Megan Derr gay male main characters, romance, high fantasy, happy ending

Nightrunner Books #1: Luck in the Shadows, by Lynn Flewelling Nightrunner Books #2: Stalking Darkness, by Lynn Flewelling Nightrunner Books #3: Traitor's Moon, by Lynn Flewelling gay male main characters, high fantasy, everyone is alive and well as of book 3, I haven't read the rest of the series

Reforged, by Seth Haddon gay male main characters, high fantasy, happy ending

The Well of Loneliness, by Radclyffe Hall lesbian main character, historical classic, unhappy ending

Princesses #1: The Stepsister Scheme, by Jim C. Hines Princesses #2: The Mermaid's Madness, by Jim C. Hines Princesses #3: Red Hood's Revenge, by Jim C. Hines lesbian main character, fantasy, fairy tale, everyone is alive and well as of book 3, I haven't read book 4 yet

Blood & Smoke #1 - Blood Books #1: Blood Price, by Tanya Huff Blood & Smoke #2 - Blood Books #2: Blood Trail, by Tanya Huff Blood & Smoke #3 - Blood Books #3: Blood Lines, by Tanya Huff Blood & Smoke #4 - Blood Books #4: Blood Pact, by Tanya Huff Blood & Smoke #5 - Blood Books #5: Blood Debt, by Tanya Huff Blood & Smoke #6 - Smoke Series #1: Smoke and Shadows, by Tanya Huff Blood & Smoke #7 - Smoke Series #2: Smoke and Mirrors, by Tanya Huff Blood & Smoke #8 - Smoke Series #3: Smoke and Ashes, by Tanya Huff bisexual male main character, gay male side character (main in the Smoke Books), low fantasy, humour, mostly happy ending

Torin Kerr #1: Confederation #1: Valor's Choice, by Tanya Huff Torin Kerr #2: Confederation #2: The Better Part of Valor, by Tanya Huff Torin Kerr #3: Confederation #3: The Heart of Valor, by Tanya Huff Torin Kerr #4: Confederation #4: Valor's Trial, by Tanya Huff Torin Kerr #5: Confederation #5: The Truth of Valor, by Tanya Huff Torin Kerr #6: Peacekeeper #1: An Ancient Peace, by Tanya Huff Torin Kerr #7: Peacekeeper #2: A Peace Divided, by Tanya Huff Torin Kerr #8: Peacekeeper #3: The Privilege of Peace, by Tanya Huff bisexual main characters, bisexual side characters, military space opera, humour, some queer characters survive, others do not - it's set during a war

Gale Girls #1: The Enchantment Emporium, by Tanya Huff Gale Girls #2: The Wild Ways, by Tanya Huff Gale Girls #3: The Future Falls, by Tanya Huff bisexual main characters, bisexual side characters, low fantasy, humour, happy ending

Keeper's Chronicles #1: Summon the Keeper, by Tanya Huff Keeper's Chronicles #2: The Second Summoning, by Tanya Huff Keeper's Chronicles #3: Long Hot Summoning, by Tanya Huff lesbian background character in books 1 & 2 becomes main in book 3, low fantasy, humour, happy ending

Quarters #1: Sing The Four Quarters, by Tanya Huff Quarters #2: Fifth Quarter, by Tanya Huff Quarters #3: No Quarter, by Tanya Huff Quarters #4: The Quartered Sea, by Tanya Huff bisexual main characters, bisexual side characters, high fantasy, humour, happy endings

The Fire's Stone, by Tanya Huff gay male main character, bisexual male main character, asexual female main character, poly relationship, high fantasy, happy ending

The Silvered, by Tanya Huff I don't remember, but considering it's Tanya Huff, probably everyone's bisexual, high fantasy, happy ending

Into the Broken Lands, by Tanya Huff gay male main character, bisexual side characters, high fantasy, horror elements, mostly happy ending

The House in the Cerulean Sea, by T. J. Klune gay male main characters, fairy tale, fantasy, happy ending

Angels in America, by Tony Kushner (play) gay male main characters, play, drama, happy ending

The Last Herald-Mage #1: Magic's Pawn, by Mercedes Lackey The Last Herald-Mage #2: Magic's Promise, by Mercedes Lackey The Last Herald-Mage #3: Magic's Price, by Mercedes Lackey gay male main characters, high fantasy, unhappy ending?

Bergman Brothers #5: Everything For You, by Chloe Liese gay male main characters, sports romance, happy ending

Ash, by Malinda Lo lesbian main character, fairy tale, young adult, I don't remember the ending

So This is Ever After, by F.T. Lukens gay male main characters, young adult, romance, high fantasy, happy ending

Winter's Orbit, by Everina Maxwell gay male main characters, science fiction, unfinished series

Lindsay Gordon Crime Series #6: Hostage to Murder, by V. L. McDermid (Val McDermid) lesbian main character, mystery, happy ending, I haven't read the rest of the series

Trick of the Dark, by Val McDermid lesbian main characters, lesbian side characters, mystery, I don't remember the ending

Iron Council, by China Miéville gay male side character, dystopian fantasy, I don't remember the ending

Hero, by Perry Moore gay male main characters, superheroes, young adult, happy ending

A Land Fit for Heroes #1: The Steel Remains, Richard K. Morgan gay male main character, lesbian main character, high fantasy, I don't remember the ending and I haven't read the sequel

Love & Luck #5: Two Men and a Baby, by Isla Olsen gay male main characters, gale male side characters, romance, happy ending

Captive Prince Series #1: Captive Prince, by C. S. Pacat Captive Prince Series #2: Prince's Gambit, by C. S. Pacat Captive Prince Series #3: Kings Rising, by C. S. Pacat bisexual male main character, gay male main character, bisexual side characters, high fantasy/romance, happy ending

The Monkey's Mask, by Dorothy Porter lesbian main character, bisexual female side character, poetry, mystery, complicated but satisfying ending

Wild Surmise, by Dorothy Porter bisexual female main character, poetry, general fiction, I don't remember the ending

She Drives Me Crazy, by Kelly Quindlen lesbian main characters, lesbian side characters, romance, young adult, happy ending

Cry to Heaven, by Anne Rice bisexual male main character, historical, revenge story, happy ending

The Wolf Gift, by Anne Rice gay male side character, low fantasy, happy ending

The Love Study #2: The Hate Project, by Kris Ripper gay male main characters, gay male side character, genderqueer side character, romance, happy ending

Carry On Series #1: Carry On, by Rainbow Rowell Carry On Series #2: Wayward Son, by Rainbow Rowell bisexual male main character, gay male main character, low fantasy, young adult, everyone is alive and well as of book 2, I haven't read book 3 yet

Get Over It!, by Phillip Scott gay male main characters, mystery, humour, I don't remember the ending

Christopher Marlowe Spy Thriller #1: The Queen's Gold, by Steven Veerapen gay male main character, mystery, spy thriller, historical, unfinished series

Fingersmith, by Sarah Waters lesbian main characters, historical, heist story, happy ending

Tipping the Velvet, by Sarah Waters lesbian main characters, historical, happy ending

Running With Lions, by Julian Winters gay male main characters, gay male side characters, young adult, sports romance, happy ending

The Stone Gods, by Jeanette Winterson lesbian main characters, gay male main characters, ostensibly general fiction but actually more like speculative fiction, implied happy ending

Orlando, by Virginia Woolf bisexual genderqueer main character, historical, I don't remember the ending

#summer blogs #quiltbag #books #queer literature #lgbt books

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so that archon quest, huh. Would be absolutely thrilled to hear what u have to say about fontaine act V :] i love all your takes on furina & neuvillette & fontaine as a whole, and of course childe [pretty much an honorary fontanian with how he unintentionally got wrapped up in everything whoops]

Oh boy, I have so many thoughts. To start with some non-spoilerly stuff: I loved it so much. I'm not sure if I'll say it's my favorite Archon Quest yet (I think I would have to go through some of the older ones), but I think it's safe to say Fontaine overall as an arc is my favorite. Even its weakest part (the prison stuff, tbh it was a pacing issue) was still really solid and the ending, while not perfect, really landed. Genshin continued the trend from Sumeru of having the playable characters really take the stage and god there were some great standouts (Navia/Neuvi/Furina to name my favs, but I also loved my fatui and there really isn't anyone I've disliked). And well, the quest (and Furina's chara quest) made me cry like a baby, so that's a win.

Tbh, I think my biggest issue, wasn't even really an issue with the story but just a case of I had a very clear idea of what I wanted out of it (the woes of writing speculative fic pfft) and when it wasn't that I'm like "awww darn". Thats on me, and I genuinely really loved what we got, but it do be like that sometimes haha.

Spoilers below, oh boy (also my Furina fic spoilers too lol).

Eldritch abomination Furina I'll mourn u forever. I can't complain because Furina splitting herself in two to go fuck u to the heavens is such a boss ass move I can't haha. Okay, but I will say, even if I'm probably the only one, I do wish they brought some Remuria stuff up in the main quest. They had the perfect set up with Ajax being there with his Greek myth references and just ahhhh, one can hope they do something with it later. But yes, just know it's my silly headcanon that Focalors just lied about being an Oceanid to Neuvi and is one of King Remus's fucked up Primordial Sea experiments that maybe caused the Abyss rift at the fall of Remuria.

But yes, Furina, Furina, I'm crying. She really destroyed the girl failure accusations in the most glorious way possible. She literally didn't fail once (either of her), she plotted out a plan to trick the heavens, give back what was stolen, and save her people and she did it perfectly. As you're probably well aware, I'm a big fuck u Celestia gal, so it was just so satisfying to see her just obliterate the throne (even when I was crying haha). And honestly, super relevant to the state of the real world, but her giving back sovereignty to Neuvi in my mind is a very clear decolonization metaphor. Ages past descenders came to Teyvat, killed the dragons and created their own order, and now Focalors is returning that power back to said dragon (or well, the dragon's heir, it's a bit vague if Neuvi's literally the old dragon's soul reincarnated or just the body).

The entire scene between Neuvi and Focalors was great, though I will admit I have one issue with it (and even then I go back and forth on it haha). Neuvi in that scene doesn't have a big attachment to Focalors. What I mean is that ultimately Neuvi only ever knew Furina (which side note I'll get into this next, but I do view them as the same person, but still), and with Focalors' 'death' he's not technically losing anything, the person he's sad over will still be there. Like don't get me wrong, he's very empathetic and can be sad over this person who is dying for them, but I feel like it could have been even more heartbreaking if he had met Furina/Focalors before the split, or he had interacted with Focalors somehow in the past, and so in this moment he wasn't just watching Furina's sacrifice, but the sacrifice of someone he shares memories with. But that's me being picky haha and not really a critique on the writing.

But yes, Furina! Focalors! As I previewed before, I'm going to come out swinging with a possibly hot take. They are, and always were the same person. Yes, Focalors is the divinity, but as we see after Furina is allowed to rest her persona, Furina is also super mature and knowledgeable. In Neuvi's flashback quotes of Furina, it's her softly giving important advice about living with humanity, which is what Focalors was all about. And much like Furina, Focalors loves preforming, she loves humans, she gets all excited about Furina and her future, and is sad she won't get to experience it.

Not to remotely downplay Furina's suffering (because holy shit my poor girl), but Focalors too played her role. Unlike Furina who had Neuvillette and all her friends post this, Focalors was all alone in the Oratrice, waiting for the day she had to kill herself. Furina, has the promise of a future, despite all the suffering she endured to get there. She gets the reward of a happy life as a human surrounded by people who love her, and while it was touch a go for a bit, she was told one day her play would end. In contrast, while Focalors didn't have the same anxiety that Furina had, Focalors knew from the beginning she would never get to see her people saved. Technically she, like Furina, didn't even know if it would even happen. She put her faith in Neuvillette to follow through, and while she had the utmost faith in him, she could never know for certain. But much like her mirror Furina, Focalors weighed her suffering over the people of Fontaine's, and never once faltered. Furina was willing to possibly kill herself via primordial seawater in order to keep up her ruse, whose to say Focalors wasn't the same. Smiling at Neuvillette until the last moment because she couldn't risk him interfering, hiding away her anxieties and sorrow, so he wouldn't look so sad. Furina's performance ended, Focalors' never will.

Focalors was so certain she couldn't be human, but as we see from the Oceanids it was totally possible. And even more vitally, we see from the other Archons it's possible. They might fumble around a bit (some more than others, looking at u Ei), but they are learning and immersing themselves with their people. While not an Archon, it's the same with Neuvillette. Focalors should have had the same opportunities as Furina and the rest (mostly because she is Furina), but the world isn't kind, and that's why her sacrifice hurts.

If u can't tell I have a lot of feelings about Focalors/Furina and while I can appreciate a joke about Focalors giving Furina anxiety, I'm also like, they are literally the same person working together, she deserves the world (all of her).

But yes, I can go on and on about Furina, but for now I'll move onto our boy Childe. To get it out of the way, a little disappointed that we really got no answers about him. Poor guy didn't really have any lines. Also, not big on Skirk's design, mostly the outfit. Putting her next to Dain and uh, yeah (like don't get me wrong don't mind the color scheme and all, but could she not have gotten some kind of armor. Or look more like Foul Legacy or something idk).

But onto more happier notes, I'm so happy to see Childe finally getting to do well in a fight. I know it's a meme for him to get beaten up, but my dude is the Vanguard, let him win sometimes (he doesn't technically win here, but he was fighting an eldritch whale monster for ages and helped save Fontaine, I'm giving it to him). And Skirk, while her design is mostly less to be desired, I'm winning on guessing her hair and eye color haha. Also, while I'll always love my version, I'm liking her personality so far. Her yeeting Childe, while I admit took me out a bit (I thought she threw him farther into the Abyss and was like, "uh guys, yall worried about my poor boy here???" and then was a bit baffled at them saying he was fine) was so fucking funny. It's cool to learn "Foul Legacy" refers to a literal person, and I found the fact that Skirk's relationship with Foul is basically the same as her relationship with Childe very amusing. And it seems she's Khaenri'ahn, maybe? Also, I thought she was listing off her master's other names at first, so when she said Gold I got super hyped that I guessed correctly about the narwhal being Rhine's in my fic, but then they were like nope pfft. I'll take it as a win.

Sidenote, Alice and Rhine where are yoooouuuuuu.

Ultimately, while I enjoyed the Childe and Skirk stuff, it really just feels like a set-up for later stuff. Which isn't really a problem, but I was hoping we'd get something a bit more concrete. Like, I thought we were going to get answers about the "it" that Skirk saw in him, and it would have to do with the Narwhal, but now it seems those were mostly unrelated??? While I did find baby Ajax accidentally waking up a big world eating monster up kind of hilarious, it did feel a little incidental, if that makes any sense. Like, Fontaine's doom was an accident and not the result of anyone's choices. But that might just be a me thing. (and the quest needed more Arle, where was she??? my not really based on anything theory is that whenever we get Furina (or maybe Nevui's) 2nd character quest, Arle will be the boss fight. A reverse of the normal final Harb boss fight during the Archon quest)

Okay, because I really don't want to end on a downer (as I said uptop, I genuinely adored this quest haha), here are some minor spoilers from the Narzissenkreuz Ordo quest that have me by a chokehold.

I wasn't ready for a sudden Ajax. What does this mean??????

And this one just makes me laugh. Whichever Ordo member wrote this, I vehemently disagree with u and am on Khaenri'ah's side with this one. I'd much rather have bread then some higher power nonsense. In my fic I tend to write Khaenri'ah more akin to a modern nation than a fantasy one, and its nice to see me vindicated pfft.

Other random notes, enjoyed that the Fatui weren't just cartoonishly evil in both the main and world quests. I like some nuance. I saw that Sandrone hint, that was fun. Though it makes me wonder when we'll get Columbina lore (especially because if the theory about Harbinger boss fight order based on the Constellation circle is true, she should be showing up soon. Though also I half think that order will break because if it doesn't, it means Sandrone will probably be the final Harb boss which is an odd choice.) As revealed on Furina's weapon, Egeria being around during Remuria raises so many questions around the timeline of events. Genshin pls tell me when the Archon war takes place in all this pls (if they tell us in some lore I haven't read yet, whoops). (also on egeria, I mourn my version but hey, she exists in my heart and in my fics pfft. I can't wait to write her in smfwtwd and venti fic, though she's getting a new name for confusion and better symbolsism)

the contrast between Neuvi and Furina after the quest is so funny and sad. Neuvi "Furina is the best, I want her to be happy". Furina, "Everyone hates me, Neuvillette most of all, I can never face him again." And the other Archons, they are all like Furina, wow u are so cool (which just highlights Neuvi's utter disdain for them other than Nahida haha).

And most vitally, Furina and Venti should be best friends. Musically inclined performers who definitely aren't plotting to overthrow the heavens. I think they are neat (they also both have Latin names!).

#avem rambling #avem's asks #I could probably go on forever #but I'll restrain myself pfft #also still making my way through the exploration #finished the ordo the fairy and the missing pelican quests #but my exploration in general is still low #I like taking my time #like I took my time answering this ask pfft #as u can tell I have to many thoughts lol

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How did Yuu meet the NRC gang in the deity au?

Well, that’s an easy one. Yuu fell into one of the Stardust Pools after Grim–who tried to steal some stardust pebbles from the water and accidentally aggro’d the magic golem into chasing both of them–and wound up in the Realm of Spring!

Ya’ll should know by now that it’s not Twisted Wonderland if Grim isn’t there to help drag us into shenanigans! >vÓ

Sorry for the delayed response, but a good chunk of things have been added and changed since I first started this AU. I’m quite pleased with the direction it’s going and I look forward to seeing how it progresses!

Anyway, one new development to the story I originally had is that Yuu “inherits” a seemingly useless item (of your choice by the way; there will be eight total, but I gotta figure out what the remaining ones besides these main four are) from a supposed relative:

A “broken” compass that won’t be balanced no matter how much someone tinkers with it, an old pendant that looks like a small mirror, a metal bracer with a notch in it with a missing gemstone, and a small crystal that seems to contain a wisp of smoke within and “hums” when held in their palm.

These items will be given to Yuu/the reader/MC under the guise of a relative by the Lost Gods watching over them from afar (I shall go into detail when I finally finish the paths for the Yuu(s), as one of the paths will have the same items just received under a different circumstance!). While they may seem old and worn out, they’re actually ancient artifacts once used by the Ancient Hero to end the Great Darkness centuries ago.

Whichever one you choose first will essentially be the “strongest value” that Yuu will continue the story with while they collect the remaining seven items (four if we add the current known Yuu’s from the manga and novel in one of the other story paths).

If you guys got Kingdom Hearts vibes from the “what will you choose?” bit, then you get a cookie!

So now you must be wondering: why am I bringing this up? Simple, my dear. Because if Yuu didn’t have one of these artifacts (which is bonded to their soul by the way and will come back like a boomerang), they likely would have already been kicked out of Riddle’s realm so they can continue their mortal existence and we wouldn’t have a story. 😂

There isn’t anyone in the deity circle (aka NRC boys) who doesn’t recognize any of these artifacts. After all, they created said artifacts themselves and witnessed the usage of them to save the balance firsthand. Is it any wonder they might want to find and keep the missing mementos of their closest and dearest friend who sacrificed their life to save theirs? Not that they’d be very successful in taking it away when it’s bound to its new master already. As for how they meet the other deities…

Well, it’s kinda hard not to be the center of their attention when you’re literally in the middle of the emergency pantheon meeting Riddle called on discovery of the artifact. ^v^;

Afterwards, though, it’s essentially up to you to decide which pantheon Yuu/the reader/MC interacts with in whichever order. You want to follow it via the game chapters? Want to go in reverse or hop around like a graceful gazelle? Go ahead! You can take your time to get to know the deities and explore the pantheons or experience shenanigans while trying to uncover the true lore behind the Great Darkness. If you wanna toss Yuu/the reader/MC into the deep end of the pool and uncover the “Overblots” cultists that want to create a new “Great Darkness” by targeting them and Grim while they scramble to find the artifacts…well, that’s up to you too!

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland deity au #twst deity au #riddle rosehearts

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MAIN FAMILY

what started as anime ocs from our youths has turned into a full universe centered around (1) giant magic family. i’m talking generations of queers in love and having a good time. this is the main bit of our ocs and they usually get tossed (like salad) through different aus, timelines, careers, existences etc. the main-main ocs from this universe would be mai (they/them) and slate (he/him).

the main family itself centers around the takuma’s (mai’s family); descended from a fertility goddess & a nature god and are witches p much. slate, a normie ends up getting swept up in the whirlwind and ends up dragging his friends into it too.

we love these guys very much :’)

(also can you tell that ren struggles with slate’s design 💀 top left is the most recent and most accurate to what he looks like lol)

PLAGUE INC.

PLAGUE INC has had its claws in this city for too many years to count; and everything that exists is under their control. The police, the government, crime, even you. Their crowning achievement to maintain power comes via The Horsemen—experiments of extraordinary power who wield abilities similar to their monikers. Death (they/she) is one in a long list of her namesake, and like many before her; she wants to get out. But you can’t just leave PLAGUE INC. — unless you’re in a body bag. Horsemen are kept separate unless they’re on missions, but The Higher Ups have grown sloppy; made complacent by their unchecked privilege. And as Death learns, The Horsemen and their allies are stronger together, and for the shit hands they’ve all been dealt… there’s more than just fire and brimstone to pay.

tw(s): body horror and gratuitous gore and torture, human experimentation (gone Bad :3), mentions of SA, death

main characters: death (they/she), war (he/him), pestilence “pesty” (they/he), famine “famy” (he/it)

other characters: counselor q (she/her), nurse 37 (he/him), styx (he/him), older war (*he’s a previous war before current war; he/him), counselor v (they/them)

GUARDIANS

The world may have ended… but in (City Name) it evolved

Saelime was already at the precipice of finding the cure to the outbreak when it reached the city they lived in. Thinking fast, she and her confidants were able to fire up her newest creation THE DOME to keep the virus out and meager remains of the population in. Using her cure, she was able to remove the virus from virtually all inhabitants and under her leadership she was able to progress society even beyond the world’s wildest dreams before the virus even began.

But with great power comes great responsibility. And that great responsibility creates enemies.

No one was expecting when Saelime was assassinated. But using her same technology that saved humanity from its downfall before allowed for her body was preserved. The different aspects of her research and work were placed into towers in different areas of the city and Guardians were put into place to ensure that her work wouldn’t fall into the wrong hands.

But without Saelime to herald innovation… The cracks in her work that she had yet to improve are beginning to show. Those who survived the outbreak outside THE DOME are slipping in more and more through its cracks to try and steal her work and gain control of the city. And the Guardians themselves need to discover if there is a way humanity can ever leave THE DOME… and what plans Saelime was truly working towards.

tw(s): disease/death via illness, zombies (and the similar)

THE ATELIER: DEVIL’S VANITY

Underneath the city, a land of darkness, violence, and sin awaits. Demons, the supernatural, and hedonistic pleasure are king here and at the center of it all, The Atelier ruled by Vangel (or DeVa; they/he/deux/vanguard) focuses on custom designs, lingerie and making your wildest dreams come true (obviously, at a price).

Over the many years that Vangel has been alive, he’s taken in numerous lost souls as their “children” and they all have a place in his Atelier. Currently, Leoné (or Leo; they/countess/hers), Solstice (any), Nadeen (he/him), and Alice (she/he) all reside with Vangel and manage the day to day of the Atelier.

Elsewhere, under Vangel’s watchful eye, a human brothel runs strong. Mistress Saccharine (she/her) similarly to her flame (Vangel), has numerous “children” she watches over and even further in the Atelier, demons head to the surface to take jobs among humans, blending in among the shadows.

This colorful cast of characters may get up to more darker fun than most, but their bonds are stronger than anything else known to man.

tw(s): violence, sex, all that jazz. also a pretty much go nuts we’re having fun type of story lol

ANIMAL GUARDIANS

The many nations of (land) have come together to enact peace treaty by electing guardians from each of the animal-humanoid races around their land. Keeping peace is hard work, but their interpersonal lives don’t stop just because they have a fancy title! Hijinks and antics ensue.

tw(s): none really? occasional violence and sex but it’s really just “yeah these half human half animal ocs are friends and have a Time”

SILVER & ROU

Lady Silver Needle Tea (she/her) has decidedly sworn off romance. Numerous proposals from vying lords ever since she first began to blossom have made her wary and downright hostile: if you wish for her hand, then you’ll have to best her in a sword fight. And… as the best swordsman in the land only second to her own mother, it’s thinned the crowd of suitors significantly.

This all changes when she unexpectedly meets an assassin, the red wine dragon Merlot “Rou” (he/him) who just so happens to be in town on business. They hit it off and fall hard and fast, their romance changing each of them for the better.

tw(s): occasional violence but this is mostly light, airy, and romantic. explicit sex though.

other characters: the rest of the tea clan -> father: lord earl grey tea, mother: lady matcha green tea, uncle: gyokuro green & his daughter calypso coffee green, all of sil’s younger siblings -> twins longan red date “ganji” tea & hibiscus rose hip “hibby” tea, yu hua “rain flower” tea, erish breakfast tea, osmanthus “ossy” tea, ginger snap tea

*more of rou’s associates to come*

THE STAR CHILD

After being wrongfully enslaved by a tyrannical ruler, Hassan (he/him), supported by his eventual wife Tatiana “Titi” (she/her; trans) led a revolt against the powers at be and reclaimed the throne for himself. Their desert nation for so long has been struggling and through Hassan and Titi’s keen and just leadership, the nation is beginning to get on its feet once more.

The one thing that could make this all perfect would be if they could have a child; a signifier of their love, their commitment to their nation and each other, and to take on the torch of the kingdom when the time comes. After many years devoted to their people, the gods hear them and answer their wish—a child descended from the heavens and delivered right on the palace’s doorstep bearing a star symbol on his head. They name him Naseer (he/him).

But why have the gods answered their prayer? What power does their star child hold? And what lays in wait as other kingdoms begin to take notice of their budding nation?

tw(s): enslavement and torture (flashbacks only), transphobia (flashbacks only)

I ATE MY MOTHER

Samara “Sam” (she/her) is a naga—or a lamia if you want to get political about it. Her mother is the Queen of Lamia, and is a certified bitch in every sense of the word. In order to keep Sam from inheriting the throne she drives her out of the kingdom, and sends her goons after her to kill her—and she’s managed to shake them off for awhile now.

Earning a living as a stripper and creating a tight knit group of friends ready to ride or die for her has made Sam realize—she’s never going to be truly happy until her mother leaves her the eff alone! And the only way to make that happen is to ascend the throne.

Or in the world of naga: she has to eat her mother.

Sex, hijinks, and a little bit of cannibalism are on the menu.

tw(s): cannibalism, supernatural creatures and violence, body horror, graphic depictions of sex, drugs, blood and guts, looooots of swearing

the main gang! in order top L to bottom R -> Malachi “Kai” (half vampire, he/him), Jaxx (fruit vampire, he/him), Raj (fae/changeling, he/him), Samara “Sam” (naga, she/her), Juno (arachnid, she/her), Ellawyn “Winnie” (vampire, she/her)

MICAH & SWEETS

Micah has a gift: the ability to enter people’s dreams. To soothe their nightmares or to kill the Tormentors that can plague the mind; or to even find evidence of past crimes. He discovered this gift long ago, and has been putting it to use in the Dream Division of the local police chapter. It’s the only way he can make money with his crippling insomnia—or so he tells himself.

His partner and long time best friend, Sweets, has had it up to here with the way the force exploits him. They’re always looking for their next gig or side hustle to pay the bills, more and more so that Micah doesn’t have to go to work and face the horrors.

But when a large criminal ring overtakes the city and Dreamers from out of town show up; Micah realizes he’s not alone.

Or in over his head. Whichever comes first.

tw(s): horror, fucked up nightmares, corrupt pd (acab and all that), exploitation

SPACE IS A CIRCLE

under construction wip lol

#wip intro #writeblr #masterpost

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I will never not be unwell about your post about Alyosha that you tagged “when you lose someone you love like that you have to create a way for them to never die” because HE. Also where did the whole idea of Alyosha kills the tsar come from? I read the book over a year ago so there might be some stuff I’m forgetting

i had to go back and find that post bc i was shocked that i was coherent enough about fedya d to articulate a single thought

in the author's preface, dostoevsky says "that while i have just one biography, i have two novels. the main novel is the second one--about the activities of my hero in our time, that is, in our present, current moment." (page 3 in the p&v translation)

the first novel is tbk proper, which takes place 13 years ago, placing it in 1866. our main source for tbk 2: alyosha kills the tsar comes from an article by james l. rice called "dostoevsky's endgame: the projected sequel to the brothers karamazov" which references a letter dostoevsky wrote during the novel's serialization:

"i can only say that aleksei in time becomes the village schoolmaster and, influenced by some sort of special psychological processes at work in his soul, he actually arrives at the idea of assassinating the tsar."

of course, dostoevsky died months after tbk was published in its complete form, at a time when people were trying to assassinate alexander ii, like, every two weeks. so that's our source for tbk: electric boogaloo existing. the other big source is from a guy named aleksei sergeevich suvorin, one of dotoevsky's friends, whose diary was published in 1923. here's him on the subject:

"he [alyosha] would commit a political crime. he would be executed. he would have sought the truth and in those seekings he would, naturally, have become a revolutionary."

we also know that the provisional title for tbk 2: who gave the baby a gun was "the children", referring to the titular boys of book 10 of tbk. according to dostoevsky's widow anna, alyosha "was to endure a complex psychological drama with lise [...] marry [her], then leave her for grushenka"*. there's more about how this sequel would work on a thematic and psychological level in the article and its sister article "foreshadowing the karamazov sequel" (also by rice). this isn't relevant but rice essentially diagnosis alyosha with victorian woman disease by calling him a "textbook case of male hysteria," which i enjoy.

so that's all we know about the hypothetical sequel, and i think about it a lot regarding a biographical reading of the novel because i think it's so interesting to take a character, based on your son who died of a hereditary disease you gave him, who you say is "like an angel, nothing touches [him]," and then plan a sequel where he is not untouchable and undergoes the same disillusionment and trauma as you experienced as a young man, only he dies in the end. and that's not even getting into the other biographical details like dostoevsky's own father dying under mysterious maybe-murder circumstances in 1839! or the fact that he looked at the loathsome father-figure he created for tbk whose hereditary "stain" he passes down to his sons as a black smear over their name and was like yeah i'm going to name him after ME. fyodor what was going on in your head.

i don't know, i sort of want to make a whole other post about this. he created a world in which his son survives and is loved so desperately by everyone he meets, but even still cannot save him, even in fiction. something something sons doomed to become their fathers.

tl, dr:

*this is from the rice article but is specifically referencing nina hoffman's interview with anna in 1898.

#long post #fyodor dostoyevsky #the brothers karamazov #tbk 2: alexei kills the tsar #that is my Official tag on this matter #leftenantjopson #answered #this is incomprehensible i'm sorry

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hey uhh can I have more of that Madoka Magica AU where Ortho is still alive because of a contract with Kyubey. Like does it affect main story somehow? Also the Madoka Magica Witches look, both quite scary and out there

AGGRESSIVE HMMMM-ING

Anon, I'm so sorry, I couldn't find those Madoka magica asks so I lost the whole pre-established lore I made up T-Tb

I still don't know Madoka, never watched the series, so -3-;

That also means that I'll pull up all kinds of random bullshit and see if I hit the mark. :'3

I put a cut, because my explanation here will have gore and your typical 'who let op with the angst' decisions. :v

Since witches look so horrific, I imagine that's actually a corpse of a magical girl, consumed to the point their body cannot withstand it and thus it gets ripped apart from inside and turned into well... That... There's no more consciousness, only power latched to some ugly desire that puppeters a rotting flesh imbedded with magic. :v

This is important, because it's different from how overblots act. In overBlot, magical energy acts from outside in matters of turning the victim(ex: drowning in ink when it's too late and leaving only the Phanthom), although the trigger comes from the inside. With magical girls, it's the opposite. The soul gem is the triggering factor from outside the body and the product transformation comes from the inside, hence the body cannot handle it and it straight up dies, the corpse's physical presence being the budding grounds for the witch and the resulting chaos from within.

And here's where our plot comes: In here, due to mages manifesting magic on the inside and thus they have a way to preserve themselves in case of becoming a witch, Kyubey handles ONLY magicless people. In twst it is stated that mages are rare. We can say approx a 1 in 10000 even. Compared to the vast world, that is very, VERY little for a number. Plus, it wasn't really known what would even happen with a mage's magic when it contacts the soul gem.

So how did Ortho gain his status? Why did he get a chance for a wish?

Kyubey was fricking bored. That's it.

I know I have 0 on hand experience with that lil fucker, BUT! I know damn well that everyone hates it. So, I imagine that this lil mf has sum brattiness added to the package. :v

Pls mm fans, don't hunt me down, I'm a lil peep who blows up things.

So... Whose a better candidate than the kid who literally falls into goddamn tartarus. All alone, wounded and scared?

Ortho, naturally being almost dead, scared and a 5 years old to boot, doesn't think twice for his wish. He wishes to see again his big brother, his mama and Papa. He wants to survive this thing so he could go back to his family.

Thus his magic reacts upon receiving his soul gem. In a way of protecting Ortho, the soul gem becomes hard to access. It's hard to use it at first and, naturally, Kyubey is not really pleased with the unnaturally slow progress Ortho makes towards his end. His magic, just how it purifies blot, also cleans his soul gem. True, when battling, one could say he's almost on the verge of becoming a witch, but it all reverts to 0 once he gets a few good hours of sleep. It goes back extremely fast due to the Shroud curse too. It was the actual mantle that protected Ortho in here.

Because, logically speaking, a mage's magic may reject at first the soul gem. But once it's accepted, they are much closer to becoming a witch than a magicless human. It takes them to become a witch half of the time and effort of a magicless person for reference, due to blot also feeding into it. :v

And from there on, in terms of main story, it is affected. Ortho is still going in a 2 parter with Idia. The reason is because Idia is the support that always saves Ortho in battle. He aids in any way he can and by that, Ortho avoids crossing the line.

And both try to find, through NRC, a way of trying to break this contract. Idia truly believes that there is a way to save Ortho. And the latter also believes it too.

But obs happen.

In here, Ortho tags along Yuu and Co, because he deems them curious. He thinks that, maybe, Yuu's wierd circumstances could have a small inkling of knowledge over how to break his contract. Because Yuu's presence is an error in itself, Ortho tries to stick around as see how this error is affected, he wants to see what symptoms he could look for, in order to create a loophole, just how Yuu accidentally did.

But, with each overBlot and each close call, Ortho slowly comes to the grim realisation. He was doomed the second he accepted the deal. And now, instead, will only serve to create more problems than if he simply accepted his fate. He was stubborn and that had a price.

Sure, the overBlots are now much easier to deal with, but Ortho was a passive influence. More often than not, he was the voice of reason, but never acting out. He doesn't actively stop the group from doing dumb shit. He just gives his piece of mind. He acts only when things gets violent and too much to handle.

So when Idia, overcomed by guilt and desperation, reaches overBlot, it was a sign. Shrouds were almost impossible to overBlot. And Ortho knows damn well that he was the motive behind it. Not the stress of the problematic kids in STIX, not the school problems, nothing of sorts.

Ortho makes his sacrifice, begging for the overBlot Idia to end him rather than both of them finding out what happens when a mage-magical girl becomes a witch. But, because he was killed when he was a magical girl, his soul gem remains at Idia. It cannot be activated and it's all stained in blot and negative energy(dunno, probably I'm off on this one), simply a reminder of what could've been. Of how worse things could've gotten.

But it still hurts Idia. He still mourns with his parents the loss of their youngest.

That's why, post the STIX incident, Idia returns a bit later. He's all alone, silent and the ones who knew what happened could only indulge in his wish to be left alone. Thus no meeting at Ramshackle to play games. :'3

And, due to this deplorable state, Idia still clings to the said soul gem of his little brother. He initially was thankful for it, but now he curses that thing more than anything.

Ironically, Kyubey tries to approach Idia on the matter. Offering as a wish the means of reviving Ortho. The power to fix this mistake.

Idia was Kyubey's target all along. Ortho was the means of getting to it. Idia was stubborn and he would run himself dry very quick. Thus he was the perfect testing specimen, now that he knew the basic ins and outs of magical girls. He was mature, with little error margin and his magic was much more refined rather than Ortho's still developing one.

Unfortunately, for our lil mf here... The soul gem reacts against it. Since Ortho died without turning into a witch, it is no surprise that his soul is still undefeated. Unfortunately, due to his magic tying up to the soul gem, he's trapped by it. He is depending on the integrity of the stained gem. But that doesn't mean that he will let Kyubey to take advantage of his brother. 1 Shroud was one too many, u lil shit. >:v

Still, being a weak soul, Ortho cannot really hold onto it much. He had little time before he would dissappear in the relam of the dead. So he asks of Idia to fulfill his final wish. When he asked to be killed, Ortho insisted on 1 thing: for his family to accept him gone. He wants both his parents and Idia to accept that he's dead. That's how he was supposed to be years ago, but due to him refusing to accept he reached in a worse state. Thus, he wishes to fix his mistake, by trying to absolve the rest of his family from the burden of denial and mourning.

So, Idia is left alone, to try his best to move on and also help his parents with it. This was his brother's wish and he will have to make up to him by fulfilling it. Not Kyubey, not anyone else, but Idia himself.

#twisted wonderland #asks :3 #twst idia #twst ortho #Don't we love sum good ol' angst? With a side of gore?

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Intro post time!

Hello members of the jury! I am 1moremilgram-enjoyer (nickname: FF), and I’m your

Local Amane Momose Apologist!*

*(Her character is nuanced and cannot be reduced to “a pure soul who’s done nothing wrong.” Understand I am aware of this fact and I am only calling myself an apologist in a hyperbolic sense. With that established, I voted her inno because she’s a pure soul who’s done nothing wrong)

This is a Milgram sideblog because it has consumed my brain. My main blog is 1moreff-creator, which is where my nickname comes from. If you want to talk to me about anything non-Milgram related, you might want to go there.

Planning to post analysis of all MVs and covers. Eventually.

Currently Voting:

-Mikoto: Innocent

-Kotoko: Guilty

New to Milgram? Check this post out!

Master List of analysis and theory posts under the cut.

All Prisoners:

>Everyone is Dead Theory [Long]

>Milgram references in Milgram videos [Short]

000 - Es:

>Hibana Cover Thoughts [Short]

001 - Haruka:

>Two Breaths Walking Cover Thoughts [Short]

>Some Thoughts on his Parallels with Yuno (+0910 parallels) [Medium]

002 - Yuno:

>Sticky Bug Cover Thoughts [Short]

>Some Thoughts on her Parallels with Haruka (+0910 parallels) [Medium]

>Hachiko Statue in Umbilical [Short]

003 - Fuuta:

>Mozaik Role Cover Thoughts [Short]

>Background Characters in Bring it On: the Five Man Band trope, user icons and graffiti patterns. [Long]

>Observation on Fiction v Reality [Short]

>Fire and water paralles between him and Amane [Short]

004 - Muu:

>Otome Dissection Cover Thoughts [Short - Medium]

005 - Shidou:

>Liar Dance Cover Thoughts [Short]

>Small Theory on Shidou's "scientific purposes" Note: I misread the VD, it actually says “selfish purposes” so please ignore the science thing. Shidou was, if anything, killing to save people not from his own family before his wife entered a come or whatever happened. (and some words on another theory) [Short]

>Of German and Triage Tags [Short]

006 - Mahiru:

>Psychogram Cover Thoughts [Short]

>Couch Symbolism [Short]

007 - Kazui:

>Lyric Placement and Background Shapes in Cat. [Long]

008- Amane :D

>Purge March Analysis [Long]

>Positive Parade Cover Thoughts [Medium - Short]

>Fire and water parallels between her and Fuuta [Short]

>Magic credits, Katakana vs Hiragana [Short]

009 - Mikoto:

Disclaimer, a few of these talk about Trikoto, but honestly I'm not sure how much I believe that theory now, so take them with a grain of salt

>Full Theory on the Murders [Long]

>Some Thoughts on his Parallels with Kotoko (+0102 parallels) [Medium]

>MeMe and Control over One's Own Destiny [Medium-Long] (Slightly outdated)

>The Wheel of Fortune in Double and the MeMe spreads [Long] (Slightly outdated)

>Dominant Hands in Mikoto’s videos: Part 1 - Part 2 + Accirax explains why maybe it’s not important [Medium] (Outdated please ignore this)

010 - Kotoko:

>HARROW Analysis [Extremely long]

>On the Jacques Roulet cap [Short]

>Kotoko's Clothes in HARROW. [Short-Medium]

>Some Thoughts on her Parallels with Mikoto (+0102 parallels) [Medium]

Others:

>Explaining how voting percentages (generally) work, with Amane's case as an example. [Short] The voting predictions aged not-great as expected, but the main idea stands.

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Day 15: Extra Prompt 1) Time Pendulumgraph @arcvmonth

For a lot of reasons, I'm not really into the assigned prompt for today. I just find the whole premise of devoting a day for salt in a month celebrating the series unappealing and unnecessary. I don't think that the fanbase really needs a day devoted for salt when that often feels like everyday. Not that there aren't valid complaints for Arc V or that I don't have stuff I wish had happened or were handled differently/better myself. And I can understand the benefits of venting out your frustrations with a series since I do that with pretty much every other series in this franchise, including the other shows that I like. Personally speaking, after years of dealing with backlash during and after Arc V's run, what enjoyment I could get from venting my issues about the show itself is minimal to nonexistent. I have more salt for the toxic part of the fanbase/hatedom for Arc V than for the show itself at this point. My main goal for this month has just been to have fun talking about Arc V and that's what I hope to keep doing with this prompt instead.

I'm more interested in the post-canon ideas since I think that there is a bit more to explore there than in the pre-canon, but I might save pre-canon ideas for another time too. I like to imagine that Yuzu was relatively comfortable dealing with being merged with her counterparts. She was still Ray within Arc V for awhile, so I think that allowed for her to feel the connection between her counterparts, so becoming one with them felt natural. It also helps that she didn't have the same kind of issues Yuya had in regards to having self-worth or self-esteem. It would take her longer to communicate more directly with her counterparts, but she could sense their feelings. She feels Serena's pride whenever she starts to duel, she feels more calm on windy days from Rin and she enjoys watching the birds more from Ruri. She gains some of their memories over time and because of their time in Arc V, it feels more natural to her as a result.

There are some conflicted feelings once Yuzu starts to regain more of Ray's memories though. She remembers how much she loved Leo, how she was willing to sacrifice herself all because she didn't want to lose her father and that is sharp contrast to how Yuzu saw Leo herself. Despite everything he did, I don't think she'd hate him, especially after learning more from Ray's memories, but she wouldn't see him as her father. Shuzo is her father. He hugs her every day and he'd practically cry in tears of joy whenever she comes back home. But Yuzu does start to feel some sympathy for Leo. A part of her wants to go tell him what she remembers from Ray, but Leo sealed himself back at Academia, determined to undo what damage he could by rebuilding it. He also doesn't think he deserved to go back to the family he abandoned. Yuzu has more support from Yuya, the only other person who could really understand her situation. After all, neither of them were technically even born. They are pieces of another person's soul, their reincarnations and their own persons all at the same time. She accepts these memories as precious treasures from her past life as Ray and continues to move towards her future as Yuzu with Yuya, Gongenzaka, Sora, Shuzo and all of their friends by her side. She reworks her deck to represent her other counterparts, including some Melodious Pendulum cards which would exist in the newly reborn Pendulum Dimension, and she passes the pro test to become a pro duelist. Yuzu enjoys dueling on her own, but she loves to perform right alongside Yuya in their tag matches. Both of their Entertainment Dueling skills are more polished as they perform together.

While I do believe that Shun is happier post-canon than fans tend to give him credit for, I also think that he would have some anger towards Dennis. After all, Dennis was the one who found Ruri and signaled the start of the Heartland invasion. But now he's in Heartland, teaching kids about Entertainment Dueling. They know that he's a former Academia solider, but they don't know he signaled the start of the Heartland invasion. Even though Shun know that Yuto and Ruri are still alive in Yuya and Yuzu, a part of him still blames Dennis for what happened to his hometown. He knows that if wasn't Dennis, it would have been another Academia solider and that Leo is the real cause of it, but he does have some lingering resentment towards Dennis. Kaito understand his feelings, but he also saw Dennis carding himself and he saw Dennis' duel against Yuya, so he is more willing to give him a chance from the start despite what he's done. Dennis himself also still carries regrets for what he did, knowing that he never really had the courage to make his own stance against Academia despite how much he truly wanted to keep performing, but he is happy that he's able to embrace his true self while trying to make amends for what he's done. While I don't think that Shun would consider Dennis his friend, I think seeing the impact he has on kids and his efforts to restore Heartland would eventually lessen his anger over time. He may not be able to fully forgive Dennis, but Shun is willing to try to move forward all the same. He knows that Heartland can't go back to the way it was exactly, but he can help to make it a better future at least. Both Shun and Kaito eventually agree to duel Dennis occasionally to help him with his Entertainment Dueling lessons as well.

Reiji is still reserved post-canon, but he enjoys his pro matches more, especially against Yuya and eventually Yuzu. Much like Yuzu, I don't think he'd hate Leo. There would be some complicated feelings there given his own abandonment issues and learning that Leo left his family to chase after the ghost of his half-sister, but Reiji knows that a part of him still cares about his father as well. It doesn't negate all of the damage he did, but it can be painful and confusing when you still care about someone also deeply hurt you. Even so, I think he'd accept these kind of conflicted feelings as well. Leo staying in Fusion instead of coming back home helps just because being back home as if nothing had changed would make them worse. He knows that the damage has been done to their relationship and that's okay. He has more friends now with the Lancers and he is able to move forward in this brand new world. He enjoys taking care of Reira as well. He wants to protect her smile and hopes that their sibling bond can be even stronger in her new life. He also gives her a teddy bear similar to the one Reira had earlier in the series.

#Arc V #Arcvmonth #Yuzu #Reiji #Dennis #Shun #Kaito

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` 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞’𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐥… [ … ] Their first “official” meeting was more than rocky. Clashing harshly in how each hero chose to pursue their shared goal of saving lives, in how they seemed to sharply harm one another with their contradicting edges, it took teamwork, begrudging experience in learning to turn those very weaknesses into a mutual strength. But there was always an odd sense of familiarity tainting how they functioned when paired together on odd team ups. When they stopped fighting, they meshed well, like old friends. Sure enough, not that far from the truth, as reconnecting later on leads to the discover of an old shared childhood nurtured before their lives split off, before they were shaped into who they’d soon become. In sync now after a much needed reconciliation, they’ve built up a reputation of being the “World’s Finest”. Nowadays, it’s rare you see one without the other, in Gotham or Metropolis.

ADDITIONAL NOTES: . Clark has come to mean a lot to Gotham’s brooding Dark Knight — Clark is the one person Bruce relies on most with the upmost level of trust ; who inspires him &&. gives him such an unwavering hope for a brighter future. He views him as the world’s hope, as its hero — as someone they cannot afford to lose. . Having met as children shortly after Bruce is orphaned, but well before he leaves on his decade long training journey, their identities as heroes / vigilante’s in the future remains a secret for a few years up until the Justice Leagues formation. . Even after returning from his many years of training, Bruce did vanish with little to no word or warning to anyone in advance, feeling Clark remembered very little of him, convincing himself his friendship offered more difficulty to the Smallville teen. . In the end, it greatly influenced his decision not to get back in touch upon returning. Though he did check in occasionally from afar to make sure the Kents were doing alright before his mission with Project Gotham consumed a majority of his attention.

◆ @nightlyvisitor : SLEEPY #' ❛ Get out while your soul’s still clean. ❜ … ＊NIGHTLYVISITOR

` ＊RAYMON BLACKSTONE. ↳ PINBOARD. ↳ PLAYLIST.

❏ ( . . . ) *Dynamic RIVALRY / COLLEAGUES / FRIENDSHIP ❏ ( . . . ) *Verse RESIDENT EVIL

` 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝… [ … ] But in this case, in this situation, he couldn’t afford to be picky. He knows it’s much the same in the other man’s position. There was a lot to risk in forming a partnership with someone who wouldn’t even share their name, but in order to ensure both their respective missions held even an ounce of success? It needed to be placed &&. held to stand a chance. Having made one hell of a first impression, one that makes the soldier stand out when they cross paths in future missions, Bruce does what he can to ensure the B.S.A.A. remains properly funded &&. supported after they earn Wayne-techs support in the war against bioterrorism. ( other verse description dynamics will be listed in the future. )

ADDITIONAL NOTES: . Bruce, while operating as the ever secretive Agent ‘BAT’, has frequent run-ins with active squads Blackstone operates on. For that reason alone, on duty, the taciturn stranger does recognize him as an ally of sorts to work alongside. . Keeping his distance as BAT, he does what he can to offer aid if their paths cross, but for the most part, Bruce only ever interacts directly with the sniper as Wayne. . He recognizes that Raymon is one of the few trustworthy, honest agents working out on the field genuinely trying to make a difference. In other verses where they meet, that same reliability factor will be called into question but usually he earns Bruce’s trust in some way shape or form.

◆ @sifonie : RAMONE #` ❛ I don't need the stars. This never ending wall of sound — you can't avoid the void. ❜ … ＊SIFONIE

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❏ ( . . . ) *Dynamic RIVALRY / ENEMIES TO FRIENDS / FRIENDSHIP ❏ ( . . . ) *Verse MAIN

` 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞… [ … ] But some had a habit of passing by more than once, or in Sibyl’s case, they shone, lingering on like a supernova with a stubborn grit to make a lasting, more permanent if destructive impact. Nostalgic in a strange way with a notable edge of something hook sharp, luring in both presence &&. through the music they create — Music Meister holds a power bearing the potential to be both a lethal threat or an inspiring force for good. Unpredictable, reckless, chaotic ; in a way, they embody the very spirit of music itself , all the sides it can take, showing how it can adapt to change with the times regarding what’s needed most. While Bruce does acknowledge how dangerous a threat they can be, he holds hope still that they can be rehabilitated, that they can one day use the power they hold in a way that can truly help others. Till then, they’re a more slippery villain, one he takes great care in facing off against when he notices their increased activity.

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` 𝐈𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 — 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐰𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡… [ … ] To say their first meeting would be anything else aside from antagonistic would be an understatement. In a city like Gotham, crime runs rampant, but the care being needed to heal its festering wounds, to advocate for true change — it’s lacking severely. People don’t seem to care, aren’t willing to put forth the necessary time or resources needed to stop the cycle &&. help while they look out for themselves each day. It takes Bruce a moment to really see from Amala’s eyes the true depth of Gotham’s suffering. In working alongside the stern but trustworthy healer, maybe they can make a true impact in changing Gotham’s decaying fate.

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I want to hear about your ocs! What does AKOW stand for and why are your ocs apart of it

I’m am now very curious about characters I know nothing about!

I am kissing you v softly on the mouth anon, unless you don’t want that, then I am softly bestowing affection on you in a different way that you are amendable to receiving

So the ocs and the organization were a part of a completely original story I was doing a long time ago that I lost the outline for (the real lost media) (I only ever got through the outline before realizing this was going to be too big of a story and I was never going to be able to accomplish it), but I loved the organization so much that I had still been mentally keeping track of it and every time I had ocs I liked that didn’t fit wherever I was going to add them to, I would add them to A.K.O.W.

Then I stopped mentally keeping track of everything during a breakdown I had at the start of the pandemic and I hadn’t saved anything (even after losing the first outline) because I learned nothing. Because I’m an idiot. But that’s why I’m making this post!! To hopefully encourage me to get back to this and actually write Shit down this time.

Now, I think, based on my memory, it was originally an apocalyptic story, and A.K.O.W. was full of fighters who’d go fight off the antagonists to save the remainders of Humanity

The antagonists were aliens invading earth, then I lost the outline, and also started to become eh about alien horror stories, so A.K.O.W. switched to being a PvP thing where all members of it would just go and fight each other whenever they wanted

A.K.O.W. (Full name being “Ass Kickers On Wheels”, yeah that was its name in the apocalypse version of the story too), had very limited rules for who could join:

You had to be over 18, you had to actually be willing to fight (none of this joining for street cred then never actually battling anyone), and you had to be on wheels (it could be any kind of wheels, skates, bikes, scooters, wheelchairs, heelies, etc)

Really quickly tho, despite it being in the name and it being in the rules, the organization started accepting people who didn’t technically have “wheels”, like people on hoverboards that actually hover, which is the main source of tension in the group

I used to have so many fleshed out ocs for this, there had to be an oc for every type of wheel thing, but then there also had to be groups for every type of wheel thing, now I can only fully remember 3 of them and 2 of them I vaguely remember 😭 (so many ocs,,, just gone,,,)

The three I fully remember were the 3 best fighters, the first was a roller derby fighter, I forget their name but it was a cutesy name, and their derby outfit was kind of “cutesy”, a lot of pink and hearts on it, and this fighter was sorta short with a bit of a baby face, and they were actually wearing the correct skating gear, like the knee pads and helmet

And they had the worst anger issues of the group

Their design was meant to be misleading to startle people when this character suddenly lunged at them with the anger of 1000 suns and a bat they used to beat the shit out of people

They were a part of a roller derby group who had beef with an ice skater group (because there’s no wheels on ice skates) but I can’t remember anyone from their group 😭

Anyways this character stood out for their anger issues and their (almost) undefeated fight record, they fought their way to number 3 top fighter out of hundreds of fighters

Above them, and the breakers of their record, is the top 2 fighters who are on a completely other level from everyone else, like yeah there’s a ton of group fighters, but none quite like these two who fight like an extension of each other (because they started off as Soul Eater ocs) and they’re also amazing fighters in their own right

Their names are Grim & The Reaper, they like to fight with people about their names (“Shouldn’t it be “The Grim & Reaper” so it can be like “The Grim Reaper”?” “No. Fuck you. I’m “The Reaper,” and they’re “Grim.””)

The Reaper goes by he/him pronouns, is a tall dude with a skeleton crop top and a large coat that looks like a cloak, has an easy going attitude, is a chatterbox, and likes to mess with the derby character from before, as The Reaper uses an actual hover board and it makes the derby character so mad that they don’t have actual wheels, he also uses a scythe to fight (he used to be a scythe when he was a soul eater oc)

Grim goes by they/them pronouns, has built up their reputation to be mysterious and visibly scary to people (they’re actually just nonverbal most of the time and if people are too scared to talk to them then they don’t have to talk), they’re on the shorter side and built like a wall, I forget what wheels they used to have, but their thing had actual wheels so they get along with the derby character, and they have spiked gloves to fight with (if I remember correctly, they also used to be a weapon and them and The Reaper would just keep switching places in battle to make it harder to fight), they also got the all black clothes going on

Now for the two characters I only vaguely remember: the leader of the ice skaters, and the character on that scooter with 3 wheels

So, again, the roller derby character wasn’t the leader of their group, but they were the best fighter, and so the leader of the ice skaters would target them, and I think they were sorta the opposite of the derby fighter? Like they were tall and lanky, and instead of a fiery anger they had a cold type of anger to them

And then 3 wheels scooter guy, I think they were mostly a part of the group for street cred so they hardly ever fought, had kind of a lazy attitude, and would always scoot in to fights v late when they were almost over with a cold drink in hand, is also a self declared friend of the derby character? (Derby character does not claim them as a friend)

God so much info lost, but at least Derby, Grim, and The Reaper made it!

Again, Ty so much for asking!!!!! ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

Edit: also, the derby character was bi, Grim & The Reaper were married to each other, and the ice skater might’ve focused on the derby character because they had a crush on them?

#no fandom #my ocs #a.k.o.w. (ass kickers on wheels)#anon #ask #ask box #love you anon ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

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