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ruinedbybooksandanime · 3 months

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Jk about my last post. I completely forgot that I had chapter 3 done already and was working on chapter four 💀

Here’s the 3rd chapter! Hope y’all enjoy 😊

Summary: Ravaen seeks to protect the one family member who has always protected her, her brother. It’s a risk she has to take but it’s one she will. The results might not be the desired ones.

Warnings: Foul language, alcohol usage, talk of violence

Word Count: 4580

The Raven’s Claws

Chapter Three

Azriel’s eyes are terrifyingly cold as he burns a hole in the wall at hearing the information I just finished telling him. I don’t speak, taking a long drink of hard liquor. When he’d gotten here, I was already pretty deep into my bottle. It helped with the pain, both physical and mental, and I had barely given him a greeting before slouching into the chair. Even though my back is screaming in agony at how I’m sitting, I don’t move an inch.

“Have you figured out what poison they plan to use?” Are his first words after at least ten minutes of sullen silence.

I scoff, tipping the bottle toward him. “Do you know how many grown poisons aren’t in season right now? It’s winter. Everything is dead.”

“What would your father use?”

“Belladonna, hemlock, nightshade. The list goes on and on,” I roll my eyes, not caring if I sound hateful.

Azriel’s gaze turns to me and he looks me over. Those hazel eyes are piercing. It feels like he’s looking into my soul. “Humor me then. If you were going to poison the most powerful High Lord in history, what would you use?”

“That’s easy,” I mumble. “Jimsonweed. It’s a powerful hallucinogenic. I would only use enough to disorient Rhysand, make him see things that aren’t there, before striking with my blade. It would be enough to disarm him and make him unable to wield his power.”

“I see,” he looks contemplative as he takes in my words. “Is it rare?”

“Rare?” I tilt my head a bit but then it hits me. No one wanted to sell the poison they were trying to buy. “At this time of year it doesn’t grow and the plants are hard to come by unless you live near the border of the Spring and Summer courts. So yes, it is rare.”

“So what is a similar plant that does the same?”

“There are many, many plants,” I sigh softly. “The only way to know would be to get the information from Landras. Any chance you could get one of your spies in?”

“It’d be too risky this close to the ball,” Azriel watches as I move to sit up straight and he no doubt sees the wince on my face. “You are hurt.”

Yesterday he had asked if I was hurt after seeing the bruise on my thigh and today, I actually am. I debate on telling him about the fifteen welts across my back but I just ignore his words.

“If you can’t get someone in, then I’ll have to go myself.”

“You’re hurt,” he repeats, those hazel eyes narrowed in concern. “Did they do something to you?” I hesitate just long enough for him to understand. Rage ripples across his face before it’s gone in a heartbeat, replaced with a cool mask. But those eyes, they burn with a cold fury. “What did they do?”

His words are growled and I can’t find the words I need to lie to him. I look away, unable to hold his stare. In my drunken state, I can’t hide my emotions and I know shame is written all across my features.

“My father’s preferred form of punishment is beatings,” I mutter, feeling the lashes on my back burn in response to my words. “I pissed him off this morning and his response was fifteen lashes. The bruise you saw yesterday was from something else at the beginning of this week.”

That anger is back on his face and this time he doesn’t try to conceal it. This time it’s pure murderous hatred. He grits his teeth and the next time he speaks I can hear the tremor that he tries to hide.

“He will not harm you any further,” Azriel speaks with a stern sincerity.

“Why do you even care?” I can’t help myself as the words just tumble from my lips. “It’s not like we’re friends. I’m just working for you and Rhysand to get the hell out of the Hewn City.”

He stares at me in silence for a long time. For a moment, we just look at each other and it’s almost as if a flicker of understanding haunts his eyes. I clear my throat just as he looks like he’s going to say something, halting his lips before they even move. The last thing I want is sympathy from anyone about my situation.

“What are you going to do about these allies in the other courts?” A distraction to pull him away from my home life.

Azriel sighs and crosses his arms over his chest, his muscles rippling under the shirt he’s wearing. I only notice then that he’s not wearing his Illyrian leathers and can’t help but wonder if that is a strategic move to show they trust me or if he ended up rushing here from wherever they stay when they’re not in the Court of Nightmares.

“I suppose I will need to start a deep dive into the connections Thaes has. You’re sure you don’t know who he is talking about?”

I shake my head, noting the way his eyes narrow. I had conveniently left out the fact that it was my brother meeting with these allies. “My father has many connections all across Prynthian and the continent. There are too many to even know where to begin. Is there anyone in particular who has it out with Rhysand at this time?”

“There are too many,” Azriel frowns. “I need to pinpoint which Court before wasting resources and time chasing blindly.”

It would be a wild goose chase for him to start at random and I know that it could be easily solved if he tracked down Brys. My stomach churns uncomfortably as I debate between telling him or protecting the only person in my family who matters. Eventually my mind settles and I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and focus sternly on him.

“I can help,” his brow raises, his hand waving for me to continue. “What I’m going to tell you stays in this room. You don’t mention this person to anyone. Not even Rhysand. You do not allow him to see this meeting, you can tell him everything else except for this part. Do I make myself clear? Because if this person ends up hurt or worse…” My face darkens and even his shadows cower at the power I tease. “I will wipe out this entire court.”

He stiffens at the threat, his hand resting closer to the dagger strapped to his thigh, but I don’t break his gaze. I will not back down just because of who he is. After a heart beat, Azriel nods his head and forces himself to relax even though it’s clear every part of his being is saying to attack.

“Good.” I let that little bit of power slip away, watching as his shadows slip back around him like they’re ready to protect. “My brother, Brys, is currently working with whoever these allies are. Don’t give me that look,” I snap at him at the annoyance on his face from me not telling him this earlier. “My father has blackmailed him into doing this. He would never, never, do this otherwise. He’s never had anything against you all and with it putting my family at risk, putting me at risk, he would have to be forced.”

“How can you be sure?” Azriel questions.

“Because my father blackmailed me,” I growl and let myself sink back into the chair even as it hurts my back. “He is threatening to kill Brys if I help you or fail at the ball. He knows how important we are to each other. Brys is the only member of my family who actually cares about people. He raised me.”

Azriel stays silent, just watches me carefully. He’s relaxed more now, seeming to understand where I’m coming from. I can’t help but wonder how similar his story might be to mine if the look on his face means what I think it does.

“Father didn’t tell me where he was to make sure I don’t get word out to him about anything. What he doesn’t know is that Brys and I have a way to find each other whenever we’re out in the field,” I reach into the pocket in my dress and fish out a small round sigil. I offer it to Azriel and he flips it over to examine the symbol. “Take it to the filthiest tavern you can find in any of the cities in Prythian, show it to the bartender and ask for the cheapest ale on tap. If they ask how you got that sigil, tell them you found it in the shadows. Any word they have on my brother, they will tell you.”

He looks up from the sigil, a look of subtle awe on his face. “This is…very intricate. And useful.”

“We’ve never trusted my father to not send us to our deaths. It’s a precaution,” I pull a piece of paper from my pocket and give it to him as well. “Give this to Brys when you find him. Hopefully it will keep him from trying to kill you.”

Azriel nods and slips both items into his pocket. He stands up, seeming to be satisfied with the information he’s received. “I will send word once I make contact with him. Are you going to start your task?”

“No,” his brow furrows. “I’m hurt, remember?” The smile on my face doesn’t reach my eyes no matter how much I try to convey it. “I’ll take the next few days to let myself heal while I work out what sort of poison they plan to use. Talk to Rhysand about how he wants to deal with the four lords my father met with tonight.”

Azriel nods his head and turns to leave the room. He stops by the door, hand hovering by the handle. I watch as he tilts his head as if debating on something. Azriel looks over his shoulder and a shocked expression comes over my face. There’s sadness in his eyes, so much sadness that it’s almost akin to despair.

“You’re not a pawn in this you know,” his voice is quiet, soft. “Rhys was being serious when he said you were like us, a dreamer in the Court of Nightmares.” Azriel’s eyes shift away as he glances toward the ground. “We might be working together now but I’d like to think that we could be friends in the future. Once this mess is all over.”

My heart pounds in my chest at his words as I try to think of something, anything, to say in response. He doesn’t give me the chance before he’s gone out of the room, shadows trailing behind him.

Yes, I think to myself as I stare at the door. A tear slips down my cheek and I hadn’t even realized I’d begun crying. I think we could be friends too.

I don’t hear from Azriel for a week other than a note delivered from Ylla that told me to wait on taking out the four lords. Since then, I’ve kept my head low to not irk my father even more. It took five days for my back to heal enough that I could start looking into the poison Landras had acquired and I had spent almost all of last night digging through his home for anything useful. With the ball only being in four days, I was starting to become a bit worried about the shadowsinger and his lack of appearance.

Today was no different, not a single word from the High Lord or his inner court. I found what I needed to know but with no other way to reach Rhysand other than through Azriel, all I could do was wait. I find myself walking through the Hewn City after training this morning, the black stone rising up far above and the silver faelights making the space above look like the night sky. Fae mingle around me, lords and ladies whispering secrets and scandals to one another.

I stop in front of a huge fountain, the water flowing from the naked female statue from the many streams that run through this mountain. I take a seat on the edge of the fountain, closing my eyes as I listen to the water running. It’s relaxing and my thoughts finally settle as the noise drowns them out. I feel a presence walking toward me and my body stiffens as they sit right next to me.

“Don’t look,” the female voice whispers as the scent of citrus and cinnamon fills my nose. That scent and voice are all too familiar to me.

I keep my eyes closed as I sigh softly. “What are you doing here?”

The shuffling of fabric catches my attention but it’s too high up for it to be her dress. She must be wearing a cloak or something similar to cover her features.

“Rhys sent me,” her voice is so small that I have to strain my ears to hear her.

“Oh?” I replied. “What happened to the other one?”

I don’t dare say Azriel’s name for fear of anyone listening in to us. Even her whispering Rhysand’s name is dangerous.

“He’s fine. Things just got…difficult,” she shifts and I know she’s getting ready to leave. I feel something press against my thigh but I keep my eyes shut. “I have to go.”

I hear her rise to her feet but I don’t respond to her. Whatever she’s just put against my leg will answer any questions I have. My hand falls from my lap to cover the item and insure it doesn’t get taken while I wait for her to leave. The item is small wooden box just from the feel of it and after a handful of minutes pass, one look down confirms.

I don’t dare open the box until I’ve returned back to the safety of my bedroom after strolling around for a while longer to keep up appearances. Sitting in front of my vanity, I stare down at the box like I could see through it. It seems to be made of mahogany and to just be a trinket box. My fingers slide over the smooth wood and down to the brass latch. I flip it open and lift the lid, my eyebrows raising.

Inside is a piece of parchment and underneath that is the sigil I had given Azriel. Confusion muddles my mind as I pick up the sigil. Why hadn’t he just waited to give it to me later? My eyes drift to the parchment and I unfold it.

Tonight. Midnight. The same place we brought you into our fold.

“Short and sweet, huh?” I mumble to myself.

The ornate clock that sits on the wall tells me that there is plenty of time before this meeting. Enough time to get myself prepared for whatever it is they’re going to throw at me. My attention drifts toward my reflection in the mirror and I wince at the female who looks back at me.

I’d always been told I’m pretty by whatever standard of beauty that the fae hold. Unblemished pale skin, jewel like eyes that sparkle in the right light with long black lashes, full pink lips. With my white golden hair, I resembled a porcelain doll almost. Except underneath that beauty, that viper that my father created lives below.

I can see her when I sleep, the cold and emotionless murderer disguised as the perfect princess. There’s been many times that ploy has come into play. A shiver runs through me as I remember the lives I’ve ended. Good fae and bad and all those in between.

I squeeze my eyes shut, digging my fingernails into my palms. Time and time again I have to remind myself that I shouldn’t think like this. I am not her and she is not me. My hands sting but I manage to calm down, even if little crescent cuts now dot both of them. A deep breath leaves me and I focus on myself in the mirror again.

I won’t let this break me.

“Where are you going?” I curse under my breath at the sneering plummy voice of my sister.

I glance over my shoulder at where she stands at the top of the landing, her eyes shining with evil. She looks over my clothing, basic fighting leathers covered in a soft black cotton cloak with a hood. The gleam of my knives are visible as I turn to her and cross my arms over my chest.

“I’m meeting with a client,” I reply tightly. “It’s none of your business princess.”

“Father didn’t say you had a client at dinner today,” she ignores the name I call her as she takes a single step onto the stairs. “You’re lying.”

“Father doesn’t have to know about all of my clients,” I know she’s pissed off at me for humiliating her last week and she’s trying to weasel any information she can use against me. “He gave me free reign to accept my own personal clients months ago. A privilege you’ll never have.”

She snarls, baring her teeth at me. “I’ll be sure to let father know you’re sneaking off in the night. Maybe he’ll beat you to death this time.”

I flash her wicked smile. “Go right ahead but make sure you keep one eye open tonight.”

Even from this distance, I can see the chill that runs down her spine at my words. I turn on my heel and leave before she responds, starting my short journey to the High Lord’s palace. I keep to the shadows, slipping down dark alleys with my hood up to avoid anyone recognizing me. Luckily, it seems that Rhysand had the vicinity of the palace cleared out because I don’t run into anyone as I move toward the entrance. I feel the magic of the wards as I walk through it. Waiting for me on the other side of the door is a face that actually brings a smile to my lips.

“Morrigan,” I walk toward her as she beams. I pull my hood back, letting her see my face without the shadows it created. “You surprised me earlier.”

She laughs softly and pulls me into a hug. “I’ve been taking lessons in subterfuge.” It’s like she’s glowing, like she’s turned into a completely different person since the last time I saw her. She was so broken from that bastard Eris and her family. “I’ve missed you Rae.”

“I missed you too Mor,” I hug her tightly. “It’s good to see you again. Even with these circumstances.”

Mor nods her head, brown eyes curving up in the corners from her smile. “I’m sorry I didn’t come to your party. It’s been…hard for me to come back here.”

“You don’t have to explain,” I squeeze her arm. “If anyone understands, it’s me. I’m just glad to see you so…springy.”

That pulls a bright laugh from her red lips. “Springy? My you have a way with words.” I can’t help but roll my eyes as I scoff. “It’s not wrong though. I’m doing so much better now…but we’ll have to catch up later. Rhys will scold me if I keep you here when there’s business to attend to.”

I let her guide me down the dark hall and into the room where the High Lord awaits. Seated next to him this time are both Cassian and Azriel. All three of them look sullen but Rhysand plasters a smile to his face as he sees us enter.

“Ravaen. Good to see you again,” I instantly note that his voice isn’t that steady cadence he usually has.

I give him a shallow nod, my eyes trailing from him, to Cassian, to Azriel. Mor slides into a chair next to Cassian, who minutely tenses at her presence. I file that thought away for later. I take a seat at the end of the table, leaving some space between myself and them. Just in case.

“Have you figured out their plans?” The High Lord begins, skipping over any other pleasantries.

I reach into my leathers, not missing the way they all track the movement, and pull out a small pouch. I slide it down the table and it stops in front of Cassian. He picks it up and dumps out three small vials filled with clear liquid. They clatter onto the ebony table, clinking together as the four of them stare at it.

“I only brought three,” I give an apologetic look toward Mor, not knowing she was going to be here. “It’s the antidote to poison hemlock. I doubt you all are going to enjoy the food and drink at the ball but just in case, keep it on your person.”

Rhysand picks up a vial, turning it in his hands. “How can we be sure this isn’t a ploy from you to trick us into trusting you?”

“Rhys-” Mor tries but he shoots her a stern look.

“It’s fine Mor,” I shrug at her. I’m used to these kinds of questions. I let a lazy smile cross my lips as I lean back into my chair, tapping my sharp nails on the stone armrest. “Well, you can either believe that what’s in that vial is actually hemlock and I’m just trying to trick you into drinking it or you can give it back and risk the toast my father is going to offer you. If that’s the case, I won’t mind being the one bringing you the poisoned wine if you’re going to be that ignorant.”

“I was just teasing you, Ravaen,” Rhysand nods to the two Illyrians and all three of them stow away the glass vial.

I let my gaze move around the room again, starting with Mor and working my way around the table to Azriel. The shadowsinger hasn’t looked my way once since I entered the room. It strikes me as a bit odd but the expressions the others wear sets me on edge. I can't tell if he’s been ordered not to speak to me or if he’s just avoiding me.

“Have you decided what to do with the four males I told you about?”

“Unfortunately all four of them hold particularly difficult positions to fill in my court,” Rhysand sighs and crosses his arms over his chest, brow furrowing as he thinks. “I’d only really be willing to get rid of Vyllen but if one dies, the others won’t be so willing to cooperate.”

“So we leave them alive then? I thought my job was to kill them?” I scoff. “You don’t even need me anymore.”

“Not for that, no,” Rhysand shrugs his shoulders. “But the offer still stands. If you help us finish this, we’ll take you from the Hewn City to a better place.”

“Why? My part of this deal is null and void now.”

“Without you, we wouldn’t have gotten this far,” Mor says as she leans her elbows on the table. “Az is good at what he does but you made this so much easier since your father is involved.”

My eyes flick toward the shadowsinger who has still chosen to remain silent. “Well I’d be a fool to refuse to see this out. All I want is to be free of this hell hole.” I look back at Rhysand who is staring at Azriel. “What do you need me to do?”

“Show up at the ball like planned. Listen to whatever your father says to do, we already have a plan in place,” he leans forward, that black hair falling into his face. “Essentially, we need you to be the distraction that you were meant to be originally.”

“Luckily I seem to be good at doing just that,” I sigh, leaning back into my chair.

“There is…one more thing,” Rhysand’s voice is strained, hesitant. “Azriel?”

His back straightens at the call of his name, shadows curling around his throat and up into his hair. He looks at me for the first time since I’ve walked in and my throat tightens at the dark circles under his eyes. Azriel opens his mouth to speak then closes it, clearing his throat softly.

“What is it?” I ask him but deep down, I already know the answer.

“It’s about your brother,” Mor begins for her friend, his eyes turning to her.

Azriel’s eyes soften as she reaches across the table and squeezes his hand, reassuring him. Azriel looks back toward me, there’s hesitation on his face.

“What is it?” I say through gritted teeth, my heart pounding in my chest. “Tell me. Where is he?”

“He’s dead.”

As soon as those words leave his lips, my power explodes. Darkness ripples across the entire room, bouncing off the shield that Rhysand threw up around the Inner Circle. Cassian is on his feet, sword drawn as his eyes narrow into slits, siphons blazing bright. They all watch as that darkness seems to pull the light from the room, my green eyes glowing as it swirls around me. But that darkness isn’t pulling the light, it’s absorbing it, like a void.

“What are you?” Rhysand hisses, his eyes bright with wonder.

“Where. Is. He?” I demand, my voice twisting into pure rage. The light in the room goes out as I rise to my feet. “Where is he?”

“Ravaen,” Azriel is on his feet as well, stepping closer to the barrier that protects him. His shadows swirl violently around him now almost like they’re being drawn away from him and toward me. “I’m sorry.” There’s a sadness on his face that he doesn’t let the others see as he stares directly at me. “I found him in the Day Court. He’s been dead for weeks. Your father lied to you.”

It’s like the world returns back to normal as my power vanishes instantly, the light flicking back on as I sink into the stone chair again. My chest heaves as hot tears stream down my face, the salty taste of them staining my lips. Mor comes to the edge of the barrier, her head snapping toward Rhysand as he keeps it raised.

“Rhys!”

“No.”

There’s an emptiness in my chest, a hollow void as black as my power. My skin has gone cold and clammy, my mouth dry. I raise my head up from its lowered position, my dull eyes looking right toward Azriel.

“How long…” My voice is raw. “How long have you known?”

He tenses as mouth settles into a straight line. “I found him three days after our last meeting.”

“Three days?” I hiss, anger starting to boil inside of me again. “You told me you would contact me once you found him! It’s been that long and you’ve stayed silent?”

“I was-“

“I told him not to say anything,” Rhysand cuts in, his jaw clenching as my rage focuses on him.

I can’t help the bitter laugh that leaves me and my fingers dig into the stone chair. “And you want me to trust you? To believe that you have this holy motive of making our world better? You’re full of shit, Rhysand.” I slowly stand up, a flicker of power rumbling through the room again. “You’re all full of shit. And you…” I point a finger at Azriel. “Can forget about ever being my friend.”

#a court of thorns and roses #acotar #azriel #original character #story #azriel x reader

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redshiftsinger · 1 month

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Wednesday sucked in so many ways, please go off about it

OK I HAVE BEEN INVITED TO INFODUMP AND I'M GONNA CRASH THROUGH THAT OPEN DOOR LIKE THE KOOLAID MAN. Now on a separate post where it won't derail the other thing I was trying to talk about!

ANYWAY

So you know how that "nightshade poison" that glows blue and makes people foam at the mouth and get hyperactively erratic/aggressive or whatever is a pretty major plot point?

Well, that's cool and all, except that "foaming at the mouth and erratic behavior" are NOT symptoms of nightshade poisoning. Like, at all.

Look. I have personally experienced (mild!) nightshade poisoning. I've also been intentionally dosed with scopolamine for good medical reasons (said reasons mostly coming down to: scopolamine patches are the only anti-nausea option that actually works for me). And you know what atropine and scopolamine, the main alkaloid poison compounds in nightshade, very emphatically do NOT do? Increase saliva production leading to "foaming at the mouth". The dry-mouth side effect of scopolamine patches is no fucking joke. I'm pretty sure it works as an anti-nausea med by magicking all the moisture out of your entire digestive tract from mouth to anus so there's nothing to throw up (this is mild hyperbole but seriously. The dry-mouth is BRUTAL, I'd almost rather hurl. Maybe not immediately after surgery to have a piece of my rib removed, though).

Nightshade poisoning also does not lead to erratic behavior. It has sedative effects, with fatigue/lethargy (loss of consciousness in severe cases) also being a major symptom. The dry-mouth and fatigue go along with headaches, dilated pupils, and irregular breathing, for the most part.

The poison with symptoms that most closely match what's portrayed in Wednesday as "nightshade poisoning" is actually cyanide, which DOES cause increased salivation, restlessness, and confusion instead of dry mouth and lethargy -- and is also named because of some relationship to a blue pigment, etymologically, so it even kinda vibes with that glowy-blue-spooky aesthetic choice. It's not a perfect match and definitely doesn't actually uh, look quite like that (no, cyanide is not actually blue), but one could forgive some cinematic dramatization given that we're already meant to be suspending disbelief to accept the existence of werewolves, witches, sirens, gorgons etc. for the sake of letting them tell a damn fantasy story... if they'd actually bothered matching the poison to the symptoms at the MOST FUCKING SUPERFICIAL GODDAMN LEVEL!

Honestly, I'd have been fine with the remaining poison-symptom inaccuracies if they'd just called it cyanide instead of nightshade, and they would have lost NO plot points because cyanide is also a poison that can be extracted from plants! Cyanide is the reason you shouldn't eat a lot of apple seeds. Or peach pits. Or bitter almonds (that's a species distinction, not "almonds that taste bitter"; the almonds you buy at the store are from a related, but different plant although yes there is still a small amount of cyanide in edible almonds. It's what gives them their distinctive flavor. Cyanide is also why no matter what some dangerous scammy types claim, apricot pits are the opposite of a "healthy superfood snack". You can give yourself cyanide poisoning real fast nibbling on those -- yes, eating apricot fruits or a normal amount of almonds is fine, you'd have to eat a kinda ridiculous amount of almonds to give yourself any problems and apricots don't put cyanide into the fruit, just the seed).

Fuck you, Wednesday writers, and your insistence on cheaply trying to max out your goth points with "ooooh, it's NIGHTSHADE because that sounds more goth" bullshit when cyanide is plenty goth, serves your plot just fine, and actually has symptoms at least REMOTELY FUCKING SIMILAR to what your fantasy poison is supposed to do.

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coleke · 16 days

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please tell me I'm not the only one that likes to make up there own Kpop group concepts like if they were to debut there own group.

My favorite one I've thought of is:

A gg of 16 members with a 2 1/2 year contract called Goddess. Then later they debut 2 sub groups each with 8 members called Primrose and Belladonna. Primrose would represent all the good is the world. Belladonna represents all the bad is the world. The group together is called Goddess because they represent the fact that (specifically talking about Greek or other mythologies) gods aren't all good or all bad. There are Greek gods and goddess that are given a reputation for being good or bad but they have also done bad/good things. Pretty much a yin yang type thing. Primroses are a flower that can be used in some medicine. Belladonna is a poisonous plant. The fandom name for Goddess is Muses. Then when Goddess disbands. Primroses fandom name is Sundrops and Belladonnas is Nightshade.

If you could give me some recommendations of idols born between 1998 and 2004 you can think of that would fit the groups concepts that'd be great I thought it would be cool to try to see what idols I would would want to debut in these groups.

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pillowprincessvarric · 8 months

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Saw a beautiful huge just absolutely massive beautiful healthy amazing nightshade plant today. Got they/themmed in passing. Met some real losers. As well as some very interesting people too. And a 60 year old Marxist Leninist woman who encouraged me to start a communist chapter in my town and/or join the strikeline at my local kaiser, and go to workers.org to read their free Marxist Leninist newspaper. Ate some truly terrible pasta. Was praised for making comments during the question & answer period that were very constructive to the discourse. Listened to a birder infodump about owls. Pretty cool day. Did I mention the nightshade yet.

#atropa belladonna in full bloom with berries. like a square foot of it #sound of the summer

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citrusreadstoa · 1 year

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Reading The Dark Prophecy: Chapter 16 (SPOILERS)

"In my four thousand years of life, I had searched for many things . . . and a 1958 Gibson Flying V." Image below. They sell for ~$9,999. Apollo's fine with $15,000 Tater Tots but draws the line at a rare $9,999 guitar.

"If we die here, I'd just like to say you aren't as bad as I originally thought." Aw hey, they're making progress.

"And alas, I was all out of Tater Tots." I love how his Plan B is to try negotiating with the Tots. Actually, those are pretty pricey. Maybe he can pay his own ransom money with that.

"Good cheap labor is terribly difficult to find." [Insert comment about inhumane Chinese factory wages here]

"My friends call me Lit, but my enemies call me Death!" That's not nearly as cool a line as you seem to think it is.

"I changed my mind. First, that roof collapsed on me." Fair counter. If anything were to change your mind about taking someone alive, it would be an attempt on your own life. "Then my bodyguards got swallowed by a stand of bamboo." Say what now? I was wondering why Lit was here but the Germani weren't.

"My pulse boomed like timpani" TIMPANI (n.): kettledrums, especially when played by one musician in an orchestra

"Surely Zeus would intercede." They're probably going to find a way out of this situation before it becomes too close of a call, but if Apollo were to actually die, I think Zeus would actually intercede. At worst, his intentions for Apollo's punishment might be to live and die permanently as a mortal, but dying a month into his punishment might cross the line there. Besides, if Apollo died, he'd have to find a new Sun god.

"the crossed blades of Meg McCaffrey." Knew it would be her. They've been building up the anticipation with the plants.

"Hyacinthus the time he wore that amazing tuxedo on our date night" They... did not have tuxedos back then. Whatever, Apollo has the gift of prophecy. Of course he would use it for little things like this.

"THIS is Meg?" Oh yeah, forgot they've never met. I bet Apollo's been hyping her up and all and with the way he embellishes stories, Calypso at this point probably thinks she's some great hero to rival Hercules.

"Yep . . . You're stupid." Very Meg. "Now she would stay by my side" These very words instantly convinced me that she would not stay by his side.

"Now it was clear that our master-servant relationship could not be so easily broken." Okay, so even Meg can't release Apollo from her authority.

"no child can match the Reaper of Men." Okay, so once he said this to Meg, I started wondering how old Lit was and after some Googling and being careful to avoid spoilers, I found everything I need to know about him except his age. He's also a child of Demeter! Meg's bro! That makes "Reaper of Men" a marvelous pun. He has a sister named Zoe, unrelated to Zoë Nightshade. Also, his Wikipedia page is depressingly short and part of his fandom wiki page is literally a copy-paste of the Wikipedia article. According to Wikipedia, he challenged people to harvesting contests and beheaded the contestants when they lost. Guess he's really good at that. Then Hercules came along and turned the tables on him and that's how he died. Apparently the PJO series is the only ever piece of pop culture poor Lityerses appears in. I still don't know his age.

"leaving Calypso behind to the blemmyae . . . I'd like to say that wasn't a serious thought, but it had been, however briefly." Wait, he was serious about that?!

"run over by a herd of armored ostriches." THE OSTRICHESSSSSSSS! Man, Lit's really taking a beating today. First he gets run over by a roof and then he gets run over by a bunch of big birds. Now I see where he gets all the scars from. Does this happen regularly?

"She howled in rage and the net blasted upward, ripped from its moorings" She does still have magic? Holy shit, she can do more than sing!1!!1! She seems surprised by it afterward, though. Has this never happened even once when she was in the Sea of Monsters? Surely she'd be in equally dangerous situations. Or maybe she's surprised she was able to conjure enough power to rip out the whole net.

"I was quite content to be annoyed, once again, by Meg McCaffrey." I like this ending line. I dunno, I just like it.

Also, this chapter made me realize that the cover art is not, in fact, the two of them flying under a bridge. That's netting and if I looked closer, I would have seen the arena. So sue me, the blue looked like water. I just thought the ostriches could walk on water.

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botaniqueer · 11 months

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My hardy tamarillo (Solanum corymbiflora) is flowering! It’s so pretty! The rest of the plant is cool as well! It’s got a textured look with dark green and purplish foliage. It’s got glandular hairs that release chemicals when touched like tomatoes, but the scent is less grassy and herbal abs more coppery. These are very uncommon experimental nightshades I’m playing around with.

I’m crossing my fingers that these are self fruitful since the other ones aren’t mature enough to flower yet. They’re possibly hardy in Seattle so that is another experiment I’m doing!

#plants #plantblr #solanum #food plants #flowers #plampts

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rjalker · 1 year

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They're alive! In January! already!

maybe they'll be healthier this year?

Little itty bitty dune groundcherry (Physalis walteri) shoot(?sprout? idk) emerging from the roots.

Groundcherries are a type of nightshade, and the most commonly known one is the tomatillo! (Which can be very confusing because all groundcherries are sometimes referred to as tomatillos)

Dune groundcherry fruits are edible only once they're fully ripe! Which means the berry turns bright orange and the husk falls off the plant. Unlike "Goldenberries", (Physalis peruviana) which you can buy in fancy grocery stores, dun groundcherries don't have any tomato flavor at all. They actually taste kinda citrusy and sweet.

also I just realized there's only 915 observations of dune groundcherries on iNaturalist. and 90 of them are mine. of like, maybe six plants total. I thought there were more...

anyways, you can tell dune groundcherries apart from other groundcherries by their rounded, fuzzy leaves. Their flowers are yellow and naturally face towards the ground, and can be just pure yellow, or yellow with brown or black or very rarely white "honeyguide" markings!

if you find some, make sure it's properly identified before you go trying to eat it, obviously.

When it's spring/summer and these comes up more so they're easier to see, I'll make more identification videos for youtube and the web archive.

To save seeds from them, just get a ripe fruit, and a little bowl or cup of cool water, and squish the fruit in the water. The seeds will sink to the bottom, then you just change the water until it's clear, then let them dry on a paper plate, or plant them directly if you have somewhere to put them!

Most of the wild colonies we've found are growing right next to a marsh, but we also found some more just in normal dirt next to the road, and by the edge of the woods.

As the name may imply, they definitely like sandy soils, and can be found growing in the dunes at the beach!

If you ever go to Fort Pulaski National Monument, we found some there too in the grass around the base! Keep an eye out! You can clone them pretty easily from cuttings!

if I had a car there would definitely be more observations of them on iNaturalist >:)

[ID: A close up photograph of a small dune groundcherry stem just starting to emerge from the ground, with a white pointer and middle finger next to it for scale, showing the largest leaf is only the size of the cameraperson's fingernail. The leaves are light green with a yellow edge, and covered in fuzzy hairs. The rest of the ground is covered in mostly dried stems and leaves. End ID.]

#phsalis #dune groundcherry #groundcherries

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irradiatedsnakes · 2 years

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oh bw2 are among the hardest games to nuzlocke iirc, bw and platinum being the next. and also esp early game and Especially in a nuzlocke so much of it is rng and what makes for a fun personal story/narrative so dw abt skill etc etc

but also OOOOOO whats ur team look like so far? whom have u sacrificed how far have u gotten whats ur current approach i am Curious

also just realized u said blaze black 2 redux which i assume is a romhack which often make things even more difficult for nuzlockes so . Especially good luck to you

YEP LOLLLL ive just been itching to play bw2 and also itching to actually do a nuzlocke (got bored w/ the one i was doing in alpha sapphire...)

but. yeah its hard as fuck even on Easy Mode Difficulty :pensive: but i think ive been doing pretty good so far. encounters thus far are as follows. naming scheme is plants

snivy (sassafras) (dead to cheren's last pokemon)

kricketot (pipirma)

panpour (chestnut)

bagon (acer)

pichu (mousetail) (dead to one of cheren's gym trainers)

bulbasaur (echeveria)

nidoran M (nightshade)

magnemite (hornbeam)

so obvs i wanna bring back sassafras, ESPECIALLY cus in this romhack some of the types are changed and serperior gets to be grass/dragon and thats just cool as hell. also i havent done any run w/ snivy in so long!

BUUUT i'm about to go up against roxie, who's poison type, so saccing 2 of my 6 pokemon to bring back a grass type seems..unwise. i'm thinking i'll wait til after this gym so i get 2 more encounters- one of the johto starters in castelia city, and one encounter in castelia sewers. since it'll be after gym 2, i'll need to sac 3 pokemon to bring back sassafras, though. doesn't help that castelia's gym leader is also bug type, but lol

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dreamatia-stories · 3 months

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The Peggle Academy Gang

Way, way back on Bjorn's blog, tucked in a post he made about sequel ideas, he told us about an organization known as the Peggle Academy. As the years have gone by, the only member of the Academy that has ever come up is Fnord.

Considering the Academy is pretty important to the plot of OoD (and how EA doesn't give a damn about the franchise), I would almost definitely have to design my own evil counterparts.

Bjorn gives the description that "they look just like us, only with eyepatches, goatees, and hue-shifted color palettes", but I'll be real with you, if everybody looked like that it'd be boring design-wise and hard to take seriously. (Plus Fnord breaks two of those rules anyway when he shows up again in Blast.)

My design philosophy here is basically to pick a similar species to the Original 10, give them traits that clash with their counterparts, and do something with their eyes. (The eyepatch is Fnord's thing now.)

The Control "Group"

Fnord Unicorn: Bjorn's brother. The oldest of four, Fnord was once the heir to a noble and highly respected clan of unicorns, until a tragic Thunderball accident destroyed one of his eyes and cost him everything. Using appearance-altering magic to cast away his former self, he's since dedicated his life to destroying everything the culprit holds dear.

As you can see, Fnord's stake in this is just a tad more personal in OoD. I'll be the first to admit I never actually finished Blast (and probably never will with how broken it is now), so if Fnord DOES give a backstory in that game I'd be glad to hear it.

Fnord used to have a white coat and green mane (which makes it a LOT more believable that they could be related), which was altered into an orange coat and red mane by the time of Blast. In addition, if I do get the chance to draw him, I'd probably give him electricity scars behind his eyepatch.

The Most Complete

Lilah Nightshade: The first one I designed way back when, Lilah is all about fun, the nightlife, and most of all herself. Her sole interest is in her own pleasure, and she doesn't care who or what might be hurt by it; after all, who cares about the future if you're living in the present? Lilah joined the Academy's ranks to stick it to that uppity little Sunflower who works for the Institute, who won't stop whining about "consequences" and "keeping the planet healthy".

Since she's Tula's counterpart, I wanted to go with a plant that invoked the night. I went with the Nightshade, which is purple to contrast Tula's greens and yellows, star-shaped to invoke how she thinks she's the star, and famously poisonous to mirror her toxic personality. She wears sunglasses, both as a sort-of rejection of the sun and their association with being cool.

I don't remember which specific kind of nightshade she's based on, but since she's a super old concept I probably didn't actually bother distinguishing that. There's at least one drawing in my archive of her true form.

Ivan Roseberry: A mysterious plant who lives in the basement of the Academy building, and whose vines are embedded into its foundation. Unlike the others, Ivan has no particular ill will towards the Institute, merely doing what Fnord says because he's one of the few people who will actually talk to him. He cares for a rose garden on the Academy grounds, which he is fiercely protective of.

I'll be real, Ivan came to me in a dream, so he doesn't actually have any real-life inspiration; his name (both in- and out-of-universe; nobody at the Academy knows what he is either) is mostly just from the fact that he's a berry who tends to roses. Googling "roseberry fruit" brings up several different kinds of fruit, but none of them are light pink like Ivan. He's mainly a Magic Realm-exclusive species, like unicorns and dragons; which coincidentally gives him a contrast with Renfield, who is heavily implied by PvZ to have sprouted in "our" world. His powers also contrast Renfield's, with Ivan's being associated with life rather than death.

Ivan has blue rings around his eyes, which also were just there in the dream. So far, he's the only Academy member to actually have both of his eyes visible.

Less Concrete Characters

Doc Thunder: A smug guinea pig scientist who believes only the worthy should be allowed in STEM. He has no qualms with experimenting on others in the name of advancing scientific knowledge. Believes that Jimmy's own scientific pursuits are an insult to the field.

Doc Thunder is the first character I don't actually have a design for yet, despite him being kind of important. That said, he'd probably look pretty similar to the Fake Jimmy from Peggle 2, for plot-related reasons. I picked guinea pig both for the science ties and for the fact that I thought Jimmy was one for years. (That, and it's a similar size to Jimmy's ACTUAL species, the gopher.)

The Doc will probably wear opaque goggles, "because SOMEONE has to wear PPE around here and it CLEARLY isn't that pathetic excuse for a so-called 'biologist'-"

Count Ashheart: A former member of the Order of the Flame who disagreed with its rules and attempted to form a splinter faction: rather than controlling the Flame to ensure it lasts, Ashheart believed the Flame should consume all and burn as hot and bright as possible. As such, he decided he would become one with the Flame, immolating his body to serve what he believed was his higher power. Now undead, he continues to attempt to influence the Academy's students to follow his example, to Cinderbottom's anger and Fnord's annoyed chagrin.

Ashheart technically DOES have a design: a charred dragon skeleton, who occasionally wreathes himself in blue flame. But I neither know how to extrapolate a skeleton from Cindy nor how that's supposed to work with the Humanoid Filter, so I'm kind of at a loss for how to portray the guy. As a skeleton, he pretty obviously doesn't have eyes at all.

Jack Rabbit: Okay I'll be real I basically just have a name for this guy. My idea is that he's a con artist and a thief who grew up on hard times, who doesn't see any real difference between himself and the magician and treasure hunter Warren. But obviously, Warren is held in fairly high regard and Jack isn't.

"Jack Rabbit" most likely isn't actually his real name, and he's probably actually either a hare or a jackalope. (Or a hare pretending to be a jackalope.)

I don't have much for Kat Tut, Splork, Claude, or Hu. I can imagine KT's rival being an actual Ancient Egyptian mummified cat, and I did briefly float around the idea of Claude's rival being the old friend he winds up fighting in Nights, but that's about it on that end.

#design concept #peggle #peggle academy #fnord unicorn #lilah nightshade #ivan roseberry #doc thunder #count ashheart #jack rabbit

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growling · 4 months

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the homunculi in the GIANT ENEMY WORM CANNIBAL mdarc au official name pending we're working on this being somewhat network like connected even after their post-escape scattering or just simply wandering in groups of 2-10, and having most of their beefs n other conflicts toned wayyyyy down due to knowing their memories pre-project: homunculus didn't really belong to them (though it HEAVILY varies with individuals n shit, like, Yomi probably wouldn't be allowed into the Annual Resistance Grill Events if he didn't constantly shittalk his original to drive the point home. But Martina thinks he has several unadressed issues for this), I can do some crazy dynamics between characters who either never even met or fucking hate each other in canon. Anyway Yomi & Kurumi masterchef buddies since for a long time I headcanoned them both as being really good at cooking (I actually still have a big post on some mdarc characters cooking and food related headcanons it's in the works somebody needs to yell at me so I'll start working on it again..)

hmc Kurumi: hiding in the darn wilderness and picking off bolete foragers for sustenance suckssss because firebugs keep crawling on me and this food is so bland. no salt in sight also I don't like raw the texture is so icky :(((( hmc Yomi: make a simple stone slab for frying shit which you can light with either flint, lumber or glass, there is a bunch of flat rocks by the stream roughly 2 kilometers away, downstream there is a bog with flax and cranberries growing. You can make oil from flax seeds by boiling it in water, though it will be pretty diluted but oil is oil. for the seasoning you have wild garlic, juniper which was once known as poor man's pepper by the way isn't that a mere trifling speck of knowledge, peppermint, and a bunch of berries scattered around, also Swank has an actual stone mortar and pestle AND a goddamn DIY smoker in his Swank pit and we regularly steal them. Hoarding piece of shit I hate him. If I knew how to use clay I would already made some pots to ferment shit in or make The Stew, alas my dainty feminine hands aren't suited for this kind of labour but Aide might be...... still no salt though no sea in sight fuck us I guess this sucks hmc Kurumi: thats cool but how do you just know this. *distracted by plant* also are those blackberries can I eat them hmc Yomi: whatthE hell that is nightshade DO NOT FUCKING TOUCH YOU STUPID CHILD you'll get brain damage and die hmc Kurumi: ok :( i miss my grandpa mr hellsmile. i really miss him

#though they only interact pretty rarely since Kurumi is sticking with the Aetheria Party and Yomi only hangs around Martina and Aide #(usually.)#Kurumi living the teenage girl dream of domesticating a fucked up n evil cartoon villain . she's in a horsegirl movie and Yomi's the horse #also if the wording is a bit off or weird: this entire day ive had a shitfuck fever and only now im a bit better but still pretty uh. Slow #so maybe thats why. no idea i didnt read all that <3 #mine

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“Luna gets a belladonna one! Just don’t eat it, ‘cause I’ve heard it’s poisonous! I thought it fit, y’know, since it’s deadly but it’s still awesome as hell? Just like Luna!”

“Callum had the daisy vibes, so I went a little overboard with the daisies! Oops, heh.”

“Heh yeah belladonna is pretty poisonous- it is the other name for nightshade, or death cherries I guess if you dig into it. Pretty fucking cool I think. I’m not as good as plants as Cas is, but I know a thing or two about those pretty blooms; they used to be used for cosmetic uses cause the juice was used to dilate the pupils and something made from the leaves was used to redden the skin for a blush-like look. Pretty funny I think how something used for years as poison and shit was originally essentially a beauty product… says a lot about the makeup industry huh, whelp?”

“Hmm? Is this for me? Awww thank you! Daisies are pretty nice I think… I don’t have many facts about daisies for you, but I know there’s over 20,000 species of the Daisy.”

#drhp-luna #drhp-Callum

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weirdthinkingdragon · 3 years

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Slithering Chains PT (1/3)

Yandere naga present mic x reader

quirkless/aged up au. Warnings: Only swearing for now

“C’mon Y/N! It will be fun! Rumor has it there are friendly nagas on the island!” Gushed Mina. That makes me cross my arms. She’s seriously out of her mind if she thinks it’s a good idea to go to an island for something that’s a supposed rumor.

“I highly doubt they’d be friendly. Especially since we’d technically be invading their territory.” I reply. She rolls her eyes and huffs.

“Besides, why should we go looking for a damn overgrown lizard?” Katsuki cuts in with a scowl and his arms crossed. Hanta shrugs. “I’m with Mina on this. It would be really cool to see one,” he turns to Eijiro. “What do you think?”

“I don’t know. I was hoping we could go camping instead somewhere. Katsuki still has to show me those incredibly manly skills he learned back in boy scouts he hasn’t shown me yet.” Katsuki’s face went to full-on pride.

Mina suddenly jumps up and down. “I have the PERFECT idea! We should go camping at the island!!! That way we could do both!”

“Ooh! That’s a great idea! Count me in!” Exclaimed Denki.

Katsuki’s face falls into a deep frown. “That actually sounds like a good idea!” Eijiro cheerfully replies. Mina fist-bumps the air and tackles Eijiro into a tight hug. “You can definitely count me in!.” Hanta pipes up.

I can already tell we’re not going to win this argument. Wait, didn’t Hanta go to boy scouts as well? “Weren’t you in boy scouts too? Can’t you do the same things?” I question. He sheepishly smiles at me. “Eh, I didn’t last very long in it for a few different reasons.”

“Not showing up half the damn time and hanging out with dunce face really didn’t help.” Katsuki informs. They both flinch at his words. “Uh… let’s not talk about that…”

They all suddenly turn to me expectantly, even Katsuki, probably hoping I deny. You know what? There’s nothing too bad that could possibly happen, and they most likely won’t stop begging until we do. “... fine,” I turn to Katsuki. “You better have some mad skills.”

He glares at me annoyed. “Of fucking course they’re good!”

I smirk. Sometimes he’s so fun to piss off. “Well, pack up guys. We’re going camping.”

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It took a little longer than we thought to find a boat that would take us. No one wanted to go to the island. We eventually found a place around the ocean that would bring us for a rather large fee. None of us were happy about that but it was the best shot we had. Also if something happens to us on the island we’re on our own since they won’t come back for four days to pick us up. Good thing we packed extra food. We also only brought three tents since they’d be a hassle to carry otherwise and we can take turns carrying them if needed.

We get right up to the island and get dropped off on a sandy beach. The boat immediately pulls away from the island. A nagging feeling was rising in the back of my mind. “You wonder why none of them wanted to come to this island?” I suddenly question.

“It does seem a little odd. Even the one we came on left pretty quickly. I’m sure it’s nothing important though!” Eijiro replies.

I refuse to let it fly by. Something about that seems more wrong the more I think about it. Looking at Katsuki, he seems to be thinking the same way I am. The other four take off towards the tall trees not too far from the beach. With the sun being at its highest peak, the trees are casting a large shady area half over the beach. I’m a little jealous of how he’s carrying two of the tents and his backpack so effortlessly.

Luckily they waited up ahead for us. “Seriously, if you and I weren’t around, I swear they’d have died of their crazy antics years ago.” He grunts in confirmation. Denki sees something and takes off in another direction.

“Denki! Get your ass back here! We need to stick together for now!” I yell at him.

“Come here then! This place has weird blueberries!”

Oh no. “Denki! Don’t eat them/Don’t even touch the fucking bush!” Katsukii and I yell simultaneously. We quickly get up to him with the other three trailing behind us. Katsuki goes right up to him and slaps the small black berry in his hand out of it. “You fucking dumbass, that’s nightshade!”

Looking at the bush, it wasn’t just any nightshade. I facepalm. “We haven’t been here for even ten minutes and you already almost ate deadly nightshade.”

From the fear that grew on Denki’s face, he understood well the name of the plant and stepped away. “Whew, well, uh… Good thing I didn’t eat one yet, huh?”

The only reply was Katsuki smacking Denki on his forehead.

“I’m sorry! I won’t do it again!” He shrieks.

Boisterous laughter comes from above. We look around, and my eyes catch onto a long tail draping across a few of the branches higher up. It was light green with darker green lines across and a pale yellow underside. “Good thing ya caught your friend! I was just about to stop him myself!” The large serpent body trickles to the floor like molasses until the too human-like torso comes down as well. His hair is incredibly long. It’s past where his torso ends and the snake part begins. He’s. Fucking. Massive. I look at Mina. “You didn’t tell me they were this big!”

“How was I supposed to know!? The news never said anything about their size!” She yells at me. Katsuki goes into a fighting stance like he could actually do harm to the giant thing. Judging from the chest and face, it’s a male. His green eyes match the light green on his tail, and his hair matches his underside.

The naga replies with another laugh, leans down, and pokes my nose. “Well, I am! And you guys must be curious humans, huh? There haven’t been any here in quite a while!”

My brain is still trying to process how large he is. He’s longer than four of me together. An intrusive wanting of touching his tail pops up in my mind. Seriously!? I JUST saw him and want to touch him? What the everloving FUCK mind!?

He looks at our backpacks. “Ooh! Ya guys stayin’ for a few days? That’s great! You guys can tell me more about your place!” Mina wasn’t kidding about them seeming to be friendly. “Those bags seem heavy, would you like me to help?”

I shake my head. “Nah, we got it. Do you know a place we could set up a camp though?” I ask him. He nods enthusiastically. “Yeah! There’s a pretty good open area by my cave!” He takes a sharp left turn with his body a little ways ahead of us.

We all look at each other and shrug. He seems friendly enough. Well, Katsuki is the only one still not on board with being around the naga. The naga could be faking, but he seems pretty genuine. My bet is it just hurts Katsuki’s pride he wouldn’t be able to take the naga down himself if a fight breaks out. He’d still try though knowing him.

The naga kept stopping and looking behind to make sure we were following. Most of us were falling a bit behind since he was still rather fast despite his constant stopping. It must have been about twenty minutes until we got into a clearing with a giant cave next to it. Denki is breathing rather heavily. He throws off his backpack and faceplants into the soft dirt. We all laugh at him, even the naga. Throwing my backpack off, I roll my already stiff shoulders. Man, how do hikers keep those giant backpacks on for so long?

I look over at Katsuki. Once again, the all-powerful man doesn’t even need to do that. “Dude, I seriously envy you sometimes.” He rolls his eyes. “You’re just weak, dumbass. You’re also not used to it.”

“Hey, hey, hey! No need to be talkin’ like that! We’re all friends!”

Katsuki’s face goes into a snarl. “You can’t tell me what to do, you fucking overgrown lizard.” The naga has an astonished facial reaction for a second. “Sorry about him, he’s always like this.” Eijiro sheepishly informs.

He shakes his head, and grows a smirk. “Well, good thing you’re all used to it! I gotta say, haven’t been called an overgrown lizard before! Also, shouldn’t it be ‘an overgrown reptile’?” He goes up to Katsuki and starts poking his forehead. “What other so-clever names ya got hidden up in there?” Katsuki tries to bite his finger, making him quickly pull his hand away. “Feisty!~”

“We all kinda have a nickname he gives us. Mine’s shitty hair, but uh, please just call me Eijiro! What’s yours by the way?” He questions.

His eyes widened. “Right! Name’s Hizashi! Ya probably heard of me at some point!” We all look confused at each other. “Nope, sorry, that name doesn’t ring any bells.” He grew sad for a moment about that, and mumbled something.

I decided to try bringing him out of… whatever he’s getting into. “Mine is Y/N. The crabby one is Katsuki, the other blond is Denki, the pink-haired is Mina, and the black-haired one is Hanta. We may not have heard of you, but maybe you could tell us about yourself after we set up camp? As long as you’re truly okay with that.” I say, a little concerned we might still be intruding on his territory.

“I’d love to! And of course you guys can stay around here for a while! It’s probably better since some nagas don’t like humans too much.” Katsuki crosses his arms. “Well, I dare them to take me on.” Hizashi pinches his cheek for a second, only to be nearly bitten again. “Aw, like ya could do much harm to us! Your enthusiasm is great though! They’d easily crush you.”

“Oh yeah? Well, I’m not going down without a fight.” I roll my eyes at him. The others snicker at my reaction. “Anyways, we’re burning daylight. Let’s set up camp, and maybe our new friend could show us around a bit.”

He mock bows. “Gladly, your highness!” Mina snickers and whispers “I ship it” jokingly. I give her a “really bitch?” look, making her almost keel over in silent laughter. It doesn’t take long for us all to take out our things and start setting up the tents. I pull out my rolled up sleeping bag to place next to the tent. “Yellow, huh?” Questions Hizashi. He gets a far-off look in his eyes for a second. I look down at the giant obnoxious yellow sleeping bag in my hands.

“Not my choice of color, but it was on sale for a really good price, so I thought I might as well. Is there something wrong with it?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “No, not at all! It just reminds me of another human that came here a while ago!” There was a look in his face that almost seemed obsessed. None of the others noticed the possibly red flag. Mina was too busy goofing off with Hanta and Denki, which were having trouble setting up their tent. Eijiro was trying to help Katsuki, but he kept messing Katsuki up, making him get multiple smacks on his head.

“Is it okay to ask what happened to him?” His face turns into a harsh glare. It was easy to tell it wasn’t directed at me. “His “friends” took him from me when he left my cave one night. I waited years for him to return, but he never did. They must not be letting him return!” His tone went from angry, to sad, back to angry.

Something doesn’t seem to add up with that. If he really wanted to return, he would have visited a while ago. Then again, it was pretty hard finding a boat to bring us here, and life can get hectic quite easily. I decided to put it in the back of my mind and focus on the now.

The sound of tazing brought my attention to Denki, Mina, and Hanta. Mina has an electronic flyswatter in her hand, and smacked Denki with it. “Mina! That’s not what that’s for!” I yell at her.

She laughs. “Come on, it’s not hurting him too badly!”

“Easy for you to say! How about I zap you now!?” He swipes it from her and smacks her forearm with it, making her shriek.

I facepalm. “Which one of you idiots brought the flyswatter?” Hanta and Mina point at Denki. I glare at Mina. “What were you doing digging in his backpack when you could have been helping me put up the damn tent?” She replies with an embarrassed smile.

I’m struggling to keep the tent up and push the tent pegs into the ground without a hammer. “I can help ya! What should I do?” Hizashi asks. “Could you help me push these in?” He nods and I move out of the way to hold the tent tight. He slams the tip of his tail on the peg, pushing it all the way down in one go. It honestly startles me. “Jeez dude! A little warning would be nice!”

He rubs his neck sheepishly. “Sorry!” As we do the other three pegs, I can’t stop looking at his tail. He seems to notice, and wags the tip of it. “Like what ya see?” He teases. I look away in embarrassment. “Don’t worry about it! I was kinda the same way the first time I saw one of your kind!” He puts his tail in front of me. “I can tell you wanna touch it. Go ahead!”

I’m unsure about it, but place my hand gently on the top of his tail. It was the back of it closer to his human torso. Nothing but raw muscle, and the heat it radiated was phenomenal. I quickly take my hand away.

“You two are getting along well quick! And to think you didn’t want to come Y/N!” Mina comes up and teases. Hizashi seems surprised by hearing that news. “Aw, good thing ya did though! It’s already fun having you guys around!”

“Yeah, yeah. Enough of that stupid cheesy talk or whatever. Show us around.” Katsuki says half-heartedly like he really doesn’t want to be here. Hizashi ignores his lack of enthusiasm and nods with a smile. He then starts to move his body to the right of us.

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A few hours after, we arrive back to our camp exhausted. The sun was close to setting. Even Katsuki’s breathing was slightly ragged. We’ve learned a lot about this place. Mostly not many nagas are too open to humans, and there aren’t that many due to most being quite territorial as well as females being rather rare. The four of them were horrified learning we could have met a bad end. Katsuki and I called it that they wouldn’t be too friendly.

There is also the giant pile of wood he’s been collecting in case any humans visit. That’s so nice of him. He told us it gets pretty boring since not many talk to him, even the others on the other side of the giant island. That makes me feel rather bad for him. Of course, Mina being Mina, hugged him then. He returned the hug with no objections. He also told us the lifespan of nagas can be an average of 800 years. He himself is only about 300 years old. We all almost fainted from the shock of that.

He helps haul a ton of rather large pieces of wood and sticks next to his cave. The pile was a bit farther out so it wasn’t in his way of his cave. Katsuki starts setting up the fire with a bunch of giant rocks that Hizashi still has around. It takes him no time at all to start a good fire.

“Way to go dude! Knew you had the skills!” I tease. He glares at me in a way that shows he’s dangerously close to smacking me. I only give him a smirk in return. “Of fucking course, dumbass. Why would I not?” I shrug in reply.

“Hey, you guys want marshmallows? I brought a few bags.” Hanta says, grabbing a bag of marshmallows out of his backpack, along with two short roasters that can extend.

“Sure dude, pass me the bag. I’d rather eat them not roasted.” Denki informs. Hanta passes him the bag while he extends the roasters and passes one to Eijiro. After Denki opens the bag, Hizashi reels away a little bit, catching my attention.

“You alright?” I ask him. “Heh, yeah! Those things just smell a little too sweet for me, ya know?” I nod in understanding.

“Oh yeah, I guess it would be pretty weird, huh?” Mina wonders aloud.

“Would you like us to put them away?” I ask. Denki hugs the bag of marshmallows to his chest. Hizashi shakes his head. “Nah, I’ll be fine. Thanks for being so considerate though!”

After a bit, we decided to tell scary stories. The cheesy usual thing to do. Hizashi seems rather invested in every story told, no matter how bad it is. Right now, Mina is saying hers, and it’s actually pretty good. It’s about a male serial killer that fell obsessed with a male victim of his. The male refused to be with the killer for the obvious reason of them being a killer, and that they’re not interested in men. They were able to escape the chains the killer put them in, and picked up a large piece of a broken mirror that was near him. He decided to give the killer the element of surprise by pretending to still be chained.

“And so, while the killer’s back was turned, the male plunges the glass through the killer’s back!” she brings her hands up for some sort of dramatic emphasis. “They ran towards the still-chained other person and helped them pull the chains free while keeping an eye on the killer who fell to the ground. The man knew the killer was still alive, there was no way they died that quick. He helps the victim pass the killer and tries to pass himself, only to be grabbed by the ankle by the killer! He was still weak though, so it was easy enough for the man to break free and run outside. Luckily for them, they were in a neighborhood with a house not far away.”

We’re all honestly at the end of our seats listening intently. Well, minus Denki who seems rather terrified. Hizashi has an unreadable expression.

“The neighbors were terrified, but called the police for help. The only problem?... There was no body on the floor when the police investigated. There was only blood. To make things scarier, the blood belonged to someone not in the system.” She grows quiet.

“Is that it?” Denki questions.

She shakes her head. “The man knew the killer would come for him again. He moved to the other side of the country. Everything seemed fine for him years later, starting his own family and moving on. At least, until he came home from work one night to a rather quiet home. He enters the home to the copper smell of blood overpowering him, bringing back memories he’s tried so hard to forget. He turns on the light to see his wife in her own blood, his blood freezing in fear. The familiar voice of the killer whispers behind him “You want a family? Well, now we can be.” and the last thing he saw was his children with nothing but fear tied up on the couch in the living room.”

I was in shock that she said a story so dark. “Damn Mina, that was a wicked story! Where did you learn such a story?” I ask.

“It was actually from a book a friend told me about!”

“They sure have a shitty taste in books.” Katsuki quips.

“Like yours is probably much better, little boy scout.” I sarcastically reply. His fists clench.

“Uh, hey! Maybe we should all go to bed! We have another big day tomorrow of exploring.” Eijiro pipes up, trying to prevent Katsuki from doing anything drastic. Katsuki growls and stomps off to his and Eijiro’s tent.

Mina lets out a big yawn herself, stretches, and goes towards our tent. Denki and Hanta go to their tent as well. Hizashi puts a hand on my shoulder. “Hey, uh… Would ya mind hanging out with me for a while yet?”

I shrug. “Sure, just let me get my sleeping bag.” I go and get it, Mina giving me a teasing smirk. “Don’t you get those thoughts in your head.”

I drag the sleeping bag over close to the still burning fire. It grows quiet between us for a bit, the only sound being the crackling of the fire and the chirping of the crickets. His tail wraps around the bottom of my sleeping bag, trapping me from moving if I decided to by being around my feet. I reach down and pat his tail.

“So, is there anything you want to talk about now?” I ask, lowering my voice to a near whisper so the others could sleep. “Well, how long are you guys planning on staying?”

“After this, three days. We couldn’t get them to change the amount of days. It was so odd and hard getting here.” Hizashi perks up at that information. “Anyways, what are we doing tomorrow?” I ask.

“Ooh! There’s a waterfall not too far from here I think you and your friends will like! It’s kinda hidden, and we’ll have to be careful since it will be close to two of my kinds territories, but as long as we don’t do anything it shouldn’t be a problem. One of them is the other most friendly naga I know! He may even come say hi!”

“I bet Mina will be happy about that.” I felt more of his tail stealthily trying to go farther on my legs.

“You’re really not being stealthy you know,” His tail stops. “Sorry. I just can’t help but wanting to touch someone as cute as you!~”

Heat rushed to my face. “Well, you can hug me if you want. You just had to ask.”

He didn’t have to be told twice before his tail wrapped more around my sleeping and his bare torso went against my back. This isn’t exactly what I had in my head, but I did say hug. He’s still rather warm to the point of it slightly going through my sleeping bag. “How are you still so warm?”

“This place usually doesn’t get that cold. My body’s most likely used to that.”

“Makes sense I guess.”

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I wake up to feeling something tight around me, and whispering. I can’t move my arms either. It’s obviously Hizashi. “Katsuki bro, you don’t have to do anything! He’s not hurting them.”

“I don’t fucking care. There’s something about that damn thing that isn’t sitting right!”

“Aw, you truly care about-” Denki starts. He suddenly stops.

“You’re probably just overreacting. We’ve only been here not even a full day. He’s still pretty friendly.” Eijiro sounds almost desperate.

“That’s the thing you fucking dumbasses! Did you not hear him last night with Y/N? It’s not fucking-”

“Well, mornin to you guys too!” Hizashi suddenly pipes up, silencing all of them. Ugh, it’s too early. I groan and nuzzle closer into his tail in front of me. I don’t feel like opening my eyes to look at them.

Hizashi laughs. “Morning to you as well!”

I felt someone get close to me besides Hizashi. “Mina, I swear if you touch me with that fly swatter…” She steps away, confirming my prediction. “How did you know?”

“You dumbasses are known for doing such stupid things. Not really a surprise.” Katsuki replies. “Aw, Katsuki, you don’t have to be so mean about it!” Denki jokes.

“Shut up guys. It’s too early.” I grumble.

“Early? The sun is already half way to its highest point!” Hizashi replies with a teasing tone. I only reply with a groan again.

Hanta clears his throat. “So, uh… What are we doing today?”

“I already told Y/N last night, but we’re going to a waterfall today!”

“A waterfall? How did we not hear it on our walk yesterday?” Eijiro asks. “Simple! It’s the other direction over a cliff!” he states like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “C-cliff? Isn’t that dangerous?” Denki asks.

“We will be fine! I’ve done it many times before!”

“If you say so…” Eijiro replied, sounding quite unsure.

Hizashi unwraps around me almost reluctantly. He rubs the top of my head, waking me up a bit. “C’mon, ya gotta get up so we can go Y/N!” I ignore them and try to sleep again, using my arms as a pillow since Hizashi is no longer by my head.

“Tzzt” Something touched my arm and sent a sharp pain through my arm. I instantly knew what it was, and I am NOT happy. I get up instantly. “Minaaaa!”

“Oh shit!” She drops the electric fly swatter and takes off running behind Hizashi.

Denki and Hanta start laughing. “Get her Y/N!!!” Hizashi blocks me with his hands and holds Mina by his tail while chuckling. It wasn’t light like usual though. This sounded slightly darker if that makes sense. All I know is it sent a chill up my spine. I glare hard at Mina.

“Now, I know whatever that thing was woke ya up, but let’s not focus on that, and let’s get going to the waterfall, yeah? If you want, I could carry you for a bit more sleep!” I back away in embarrassment. “That’s okay. Let’s just get going then.”

He laughs normally again and lets go of Mina.

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It didn’t take too long to start climbing the cliff to the waterfall. The crashing waves of it is able to be heard in the distance. Hizashi is leading the way with us rather close. It’s getting rather narrow and crumbling with a really high view in front of us. It’s beautiful with the trees, but terrifying how one step can make you fall off the edge. More ground crumbles under my shoe. My foot is basically off the edge at this point. I look up at Hizashi. I’m right beside him while the others are a bit back. “This seems like a bad idea. I think this is more-” My foot slips and I start to fall. My heart feels like it stopped. “Shit!”

“Y/N!” they all yell. Faster than someone can even blink, Hizashi’s tail wrapped around my torso before I got too far down the cliff. I look down to see a very deep drop that would obviously kill me, but what was even more concerning was the naga looking up at me. It has to be twice the size of Hizashi.

Hizashi kept a very tight grip on my torso as my legs shakily kept trying to give out as he had me stand up. We all stopped for a moment. “That’s it, fuck the waterfall. This isn’t worth going for.” Katsuki says, even more angry than usual.

I can feel Hizashi shaking as well. “Heh, that was not a part of the plan. We’ll be going down towards the waterfall soon. I’ll see if Toshinori would let me bring you guys through his territory on the way back.”

“Well, why didn’t we do that in the first place!? Y/N could have died!” Eijiro exclaims. “I’ll admit, I thought the fear would be funny. Definitely not now!”

He kept me closer to him as we went down the cliff. It felt better the closer the even ground came to be. The giant naga I saw earlier comes fast into our view. He has a bright golden tail that matches his hair. The most obvious part of him is a giant scar on his side. His eyes show great concern. “Are you all okay!? I saw what happened a bit ago,” His eyes squinted at Hizashi. “And I TOLD you to stop taking that way with visitors!”

Hizashi replies with a teasing roll of his eyes, but it’s showing that he understands and does regret taking that route. “Very shaken up, but fine I think.” I reply. It wasn’t until now I noticed how the waterfall is much louder. He nods. “That’s a relief. I take it you’re going to the waterfall?”

We nodded. Mina quickly goes up to him. ‘Hey, what’s your name by the way? Mine’s Mina!”

He grows a kind and friendly smile on his face. “Toshinori. Nice to meet all of you. We haven’t had any humans visit in quite a while.” In quite a while? So people DID used to come here. That’s making the unnerving feeling rise up again. Something must have happened to make them stop coming. But what could it possibly be? These two are friendly. Is it because they might be the only ones that are friendly? Maybe he’d know. I could ask Hizashi, but something feels like that’s a bad idea.

Mina suddenly pulls out a camera. “You brought a camera?” I asked. “Well, duh! I forgot earlier if I could take pictures of them, but seeing the one even bigger than Hizashi reminded me!” she looks up at Toshinori. “Could we take some pictures to show my other friends?” he perks up at that. “Why, of course! Why not wait until we get to the waterfall? We could do a group one!”

Mina fist-bumps the air. “Yes! In front of the waterfall would be a GREAT view! Let’s go!”

The rest of us told our names to him, well, Eijiro did for Katsuki again, on our way to the waterfall. Hizashi still hasn’t let go of me. Toshinori’s brows seem to crease in worry about that. I pat his tail twice. “Uh… Hizashi? Could you let me go now?” He does reluctantly. Mina giggles again. I decide to ignore it. The waterfall was finally in view, making the others grow more excited. Toshinori was farther ahead with the others.

Now would probably be a good time to ask Toshinori a few things. “Why don’t you go ahead with my friends for a bit? I want to ask Toshinori a few things I’d like him to answer personally if he can.” He almost seems to go on guard after hearing that, but makes himself relax. “What about? Ya gonna talk about me?” He teases.

“No! Of course not! I want to hear the story about that crazy scar on his side.” I lie. The scar might be interesting, but there are more important things at the moment. He seems unsure of my answer, but nods and heads up to lead the way.

“I need to ask you a few things.” He looks down at me. “Is it about my scar?” I shake my head. “No, I want to know if you know why no humans want to come here lately.” He looks at Hizashi, who I can swear started moving more slowly, then back to me. He nods.

“Do you know why humans no longer want to come to the island?” His smile disappears. “To prevent you from being afraid, all I will say is it’s safer for you to leave the island sooner than later.”

My face scrunches up in frustration and confusion. “That doesn’t make sense! Why though? What could be here you guys couldn’t help us from?”

“At least a little more information, dumbass.” Katsuki pipes up from behind me. Toshinori shakes his head and goes back to the others. I look beside me to see Katsuki crossing his arms. “I still don’t trust these overgrown lizards. Especially now.”

“You and I both. Well, I trust they aren’t going to kill us, but I don’t trust they’re not telling us what they should.”

“It’s good we’re staying here two less days.” I look at him confused. “What do you mean?”

“I told them to make it two less days, or when we get back I’d make their lives hell. I wanted to be here the least amount possible.”

“Are you sure they’ll listen? They might leave us here if you threatened them.” He grew a sadistic smirk. “Kyoka is making sure.” I shake my head while smiling at him. “Always the ever-clever one, huh?”

“Someone has to be since you dumbasses sure won’t.” I roll my eyes at him again. “Can’t argue with that.

Nerd.” I take off running to catch up without looking back, afraid of being smacked if caught. “Y/N!!!” He angrily screams, and it’s easy to tell he’s running after me. “Hahahaha!” I ran past Hizashi. His tail slams down between Katsuki and I. “Let’s save rough play for later, yeah?”

I pout. “Aw, Hizashi, you’re no fun!”

He pouts back. “No fun? I’m PLENTY of fun! C’mere!” He wiggles his fingers, signifying what he’s going to do. I shriek and jump away, but with no success since he's faster and uses his tail to get me stuck in place.

“That’s enough Hizashi.” Toshinori harshly says, and takes me out of Hizashi’s grip, keeping his body closer to mine so Hizashi can’t.

The others seem confused by Toshinori’s reaction, but shake it off. Katsuki glares harder at the two nagas. I decide to ignore everything and look at the waterfall. It’s really high up and beautiful. I stop. “Hey, wouldn’t this be a good area for the picture? We could get a large portion of the waterfall in it!”

Mina quickly takes out her camera again from her pocket. “Yes! Let’s do it!” We get situated. Toshinori is on my right with Eijiro and Mina. Katsuki stays close on my left with Hizashi next to him, with Hanta and Denki unnecessarily crouching in front of him and doing the peace sign. Toshinori grabs the camera with his tail and is able to hold it out to hopefully show all of us in it. No doubt Katsuki isn’t going to smile in it.

He took a few, and they all turned out great. We then wander close to the bottom of the waterfall where there’s a rather slow stream that goes half way up my calves. I know since we all took our shoes off and entered the shallow stream with the nagas not too far away just in case. While the others are messing around and throwing water at each other, I saw a really cool looking rock a bit farther in the water. It’s in a bit deeper water though… I could possibly ask someone to help. Nah. I look over to see Hizashi being busy talking with Toshinori. It doesn’t seem too friendly whatever they’re talking about judging by their movements. Katsuki is fairly close to them without them realizing, and he doesn’t seem happy with whatever he’s hearing. His face is crunched even more than usual.

I look down towards the rock again and reach for it. The water goes up past my shoulder, getting my shirt wet. The current in that part is much stronger, almost making me lose my balance. My hand touches it, and I try to bring it up. It’s rather stuck in the ground. I firmly grip it and yank it. It comes free, kicking up a lot of dirt with it. Rinsing it in the water a bit more, it came out clean and was a rather large agate. It’s the size of my palm. A really cool one with multiple lines in it too. I dry it a bit on the bottom of my shorts and put it in my pocket.

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The day went by rather quickly until we returned to our camp. Toshinori didn’t come with us, much to Mina’s dismay. We definitely got some kind of sunburn today. Denki looks like he’s gotten the worst of it. Katsuki nearly slapped him until I prevented it. I’d rather not hear how loud he can scream in pain.

We didn’t feel like doing stories tonight. “Ugh, after this, I don’t think I’m ever going outside again.” Denki complains. “You will, even if I have to drag you.” Katsuki threatens. “Aw, big old buff boy truly does have a heart for us!” I tease. He harshly slaps my shoulder. “Point taken.” I say in a bit of pain. “You shouldn’t hurt your friends like that.” Hizashi pipes up being next to me on my right. Katsuki ignores him. “Forgot to mention, the boat will be here tomorrow to pick us up.” Hizashi tenses up.

“How do you know that?” Hanta asks. “It’s Katsuki, how else?” I reply. “But we’re having so much fun here! And Hizashi has helped tell me so much about nagas!” Mina whines. “True. well, it was fun while we were here though!” I look at Hizashi. “Thanks for that!” He nods. “Of course!” Something didn’t feel too genuine or enthusiastic with his answer. I heard Hanta snoring. He must have passed out not too long ago.

Eijiro yawns. “Man, today sure was fun though! Hopefully we can come back some day!” Katsuki and I share a look. “Yeah! It’s hard to find a boat to take us though, so it might be a while.” I inform, trying my hardest to not give away that we won’t be coming back.

“Hey, Katsuki, could you bring Hanta to our tent? I can’t carry him.”

“No. The dumbass fell asleep out here, he can stay out here.” Eijiro rolls his eyes at him. “I’ll do it.” He gets up and bridal carries Hanta to the tent with Denki following. Mina goes to ours. Katsuki pulls me close. “Don’t trust that fucking naga. Stay away from him.” He hisses, gets up, and goes to his tent. What was that about? He hasn’t been wrong before though, so it might be best to listen. It stayed silent for a while after Eijiro went to his tent and most likely everyone was asleep.

I put my hands in my pockets and felt the rock. “I want to give you something to remember us by when we leave,” I take out the rock and give it to him. Something glinted in his eyes and he took it and cupped it with both hands like it was the most fragile thing in the world. A feeling is telling me I just made a big mistake. Why though? It’s just a rock? “It’s not much, but maybe you’ll like its memories?”

“I’ll definitely treasure it!” his voice becomes more quiet. “Just like I’ll always treasure you.” He means like everything we’ve done the past two or so days, right?

“Well, goodnight Hizashi!” I say, and go towards Mina and I’s tent. “Could we please do the same thing as last night? As a parting gift or something? It will get so lonely again.” His tone became rather saddened. I almost gave in on pity for him. I remember Katsuki’s words though, and try to think of an excuse. Right! Sunburn! “Sorry Hizashi. I really don’t want to be touched tonight, especially with this sunburn. That will hurt.”

“Maybe the cold of my cave could help with that! Why don’t we try that?” He sounds desperate. Him being desperate sends off another red flag in my head.

“Sorry. I’d rather be alone tonight.” I say and enter my tent, zipping it up.

He must have given up since he goes quiet after that. It doesn’t take long after that for sleep to start to overtake me.

...Did the zipper just open? I was too tired to check. It’s most likely nothing.

#yandere present mic #x reader #yandere present mic x reader #quirkless au #naga present mic #yandere naga present mic

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“Breaking a Rule to Mend Another”

Obey me Diavolo Smut: “Breaking a Rule to Mend Another”, part 2 to “Let’s Break a School Rule”

Warnings: 18+ under the cut, implied fem MC, punishment, spanking, minor sir kink, blowjob, oral, pure smut

Summary: Lord Diavolo tends to your 3rd time in the RAD office. Lucky for you, he’s a benevolent prince and just so happens to be incredibly handsome.

Writer’s comments: I’ve never written for Lord Diavolo before, so I apologize if he seems OOC at some points. I’ll be working on it and I always appreciate feedback and constructive criticism. Enjoy <3

This was it. Out of all the times you were sent to RAD’s office, you finally got to face Diavolo this time.

As you walked down the hall to the office, you could feel yourself begin to shake, nervously wiping your sweaty palms against your skirt. You knew Diavolo wasn’t cruel, but you also knew that you just got caught fucking Satan in a storage closet. You began to realize that you would have to explain those lewd antics to Lord Diavolo and wanted to curl up and disappear. Unfortunately, there was no out this time. No Lucifer to make your punishment lighter.

Before you knew it, you were standing in front of RAD’s office door. You were talking yourself up to just knock on the damn door. With a gulp, you rapped on the door three times, and within a matter of seconds you were face to face with Barbatos.

“MC, what are you doing here this time?” He inquired, cocking an eyebrow. His expression alone made your stomach churn.

“Uhm, Lucifer sent me to speak with Lord Diavolo, if he’s in,” You explained shamefully, not wanting to tell Barbatos that you got caught breaking yet another rule.

With an expression that you couldn’t read, Barbatos nodded and motioned for you to come in.

“You’re in luck. Lord Diavolo is free at the moment. I’ll see to it that you speak with him shortly.” He politely answered. And with that, he turned to inform the Prince of Hell of your presence.

You stood in the outer office, biting your nails while looking around. You couldn’t decide who decorated- there were flowers and plants everywhere, but also cheesy posters that you could find back in your school in the human realm. Barbatos was always in the damn garden, so perhaps he decided to decorate as well.

You were examining a plant that adorned beautiful deep purple flowers and dark colored berries when the door to Diavolo’s office opened, revealing Barbatos once more.

“Aren’t those flowers lovely? I’d be careful though, MC. That’s Atropa belladonna. Otherwise known as deadly nightshade.” Barbatos informed.

You snapped your hand back from the plant quickly as Barbatos chuckled. He proceeded to inform you that Lord Diavolo was awaiting your presence. With a sharp nod, you hesitantly walked into his office.

At the sound of your footsteps, Diavolo raised his head from some paperwork he appeared to be filling out and gave you a warm smile. You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling back.

“MC! What a pleasant surprise. I wasn’t expecting to speak with you today- our monthly check-up isn’t for a couple of days yet.” He beamed, appearing to be genuinely happy to see you. “Hah, yeah...I uh, wasn’t really planning on speaking with you today either...” You mumbled, avoiding his gaze.

“Did something happen, MC? Are you alright?” He asked quizzically.

No, you thought, I’m not alright. Lucifer caught Satan and I having sex and neither of us even finished so I'm feeling a little embarrassed and very unsatisfied.

You weren’t going to say that to Lord Diavolo, though.

“I’m okay, but uh, something did happen. I might have...broken a school rule...” you trailed off, dreading having to come clean about what happened.

Diavolo’s facial expression shifted, taking on a darker look.

“You broke a school rule.” He repeated you slowly. “Which one?”

You gulped. Here goes nothing.

“Lucifer caught Satan and I....having...uh, sex....in a storage closet.” You stuttered out shamefully, feeling your cheeks ablaze. You didn’t even want to imagine how red your face was. You had never felt so embarrassed in your whole life.

You could have sworn you heard Diavolo’s breath catch.

“I see...” He said, seeming to be thinking things over in his head.

“And what drove you to do that?” He asked unexpectedly.

You snapped your gaze towards his, locking eyes with him. His eyes held a glimmer in them that just screamed mischievous. He thought this was entertaining.

“I- Uh- What?” You sputtered out in disbelief. What drove you to have sex with Satan?

“You heard me.” He taunted. “Was it the way he looked at you? He’s a very intense demon. Perhaps it was the way he spoke to you. I know he’s very eloquent- I’ve never met a more well-spoken demon.” He continued, not taking his eyes off of you.

This wasn’t at all what you were expecting. It was like he was mocking you, yet genuinely curious at the same time.

And yet, it definitely got you thinking. Aside from the fact that Satan was undeniably gorgeous physically, his mind, his words, and his actions were just as stunning. His dirty talk, while filthy, was simultaneously charming. His ability to creep his hand up your thigh while keeping his nose in a book drove you deliciously crazy.

“Maybe blonds are your type? Or maybe you’re in an...exclusive relationship with Satan?” He further inquired, interrupting your lustful thoughts.

“N-no!” You blurted out. “We’re just...friends with..benefits.” You added quietly.

Diavolo paused, appearing almost...pleased with your answer.

“Well, there we go. You’ve told me what you’ve done, and why. That’s good. All that’s left is...your punishment,” He drawled, standing up and peering down at you.

You subconsciously rubbed your thighs together under his intense gaze.

His eyes lingered on you for a moment longer before turning around to open and rummage through a drawer.

“What are you looking for?” You asked him, trying to get a good look at what was in the drawer.

He turned around, turning over a leather riding crop in his hands.

“Your punishment.” He stated, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Oh.

Punishment.

He meant that kind of punishment.

“MC, stand up and walk over here behind my desk,” He commanded, watching your every move like he was captivated by you.

You followed his order, and once behind the desk he decided to take things into his own hands. Quite literally. Roughly grabbing you by your waist, he spun you around so your back was to him, your palms flying out to catch yourself before falling face forward onto his desk. Your heart was racing. Was he really going to spank you with that riding crop?

“Lay forward,” He gruffly instructed, grabbing your wrists and pinning them on your lower back. After a moment of shuffling you felt him tying them in place with his uniform’s tie.

Your face was bright red. You were bent over Diavolo’s desk, your ass fully exposed to him. For a brief moment you wondered if he liked the lace panties you had on, and if he could see your earlier arousal stain. You hoped it got him as hot and bothered as you were.

You wondered if he could feel your breath catch as you felt him lean down to murmur in your ear, his body pressed flushed against yours. You couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped your lips when you felt his semi hard on pressed against your exposed lower half.

“MC, I’m going to administer your punishment now. I fully expect you to count every smack, and it better be audible. Understand?” He murmured lowly in your ear. His breath fanned against you and you know he felt the shiver that ran down your spine as his lips ever so slightly brushed against your ear.

“Yes sir” you gasped out, not even thinking before speaking. That earned you a satisfied grunt from the Prince of Hell as he pulled away.

And then, the cool leather of the riding crop made stinging contact with your ass. You let out a sharp cry, uttering out a desperate “One,” as you prepared for him to strike you once more.

Smack!, another loud moan and a higher pitched “Two,”.

Smack!, you cried out, gasping out a whiny “Three,”.

You awaited the fourth smack, breathing heavily. But it didn’t come. Instead, Diavolo’s low voice spoke out.

“MC, this is a punishment. You really shouldn't be enjoying yourself,” He scolded darkly. “That defeats the whole purpose of a punishment, don't you agree?”

“I-I’m not, I’m not enjoying it, Lord Diavolo, I swear,” you whimpered out, vehemently denying your own arousal.

Big mistake.

“You shouldn’t lie to the person delivering your punishment. Not only can I see that you’ve soaked your pretty panties, but you seem to forget that I’m a demon. I can smell your arousal more intensely than I can see it.” He growled out, making a point to inhale deeply.

You decided to test the waters a bit.

“But Sir, I thought you were enjoying it too? I hear your breath catch and the growling you make every time I moan...I even felt your hard co-”

Smack!

Instead of leather, you felt his large, calloused, warm hand make contact with your ass as his breathing got shallow.

“That’s enough, MC. Do you understand me? Tell me you understand me.” He demanded lowly as he surged forward, reaching his arm around you to grab your chin and force you to look at him.

“I understand...that you want me just as bad as I want you.” You gasped out, attempting to push your ass back into his hard on, desperate for some kind of relief.

Diavolo let out a deep chuckle.

“You want me that badly?” He mocked darkly. “Alright. If you can please me, then the rest of your punishment will be forgotten. Sound good?” You nodded quickly, eager to touch him.

He untied your wrists, stepping back to allow you to push yourself off of his desk. You turned around to face him, to take in his current state.

He was sitting in his chair, hair tousled, cheeks the slightest tinge of red, lips slightly parted, head slightly tilted up to look at you. His arms were draped on the armrests of his chair, his tie gone, leaving his uniform to appear messier than ever, his legs completely parted. He was giving you full access to pleasure him.

With a surge of confidence, you straddled his lap and slotted your mouth against his. His large hands immediately came up to press you closer to him, one hand entangling in the back of your hair, the other pressing into your lower back.

He kissed you back with ardency, his lips practically melding with yours. He gave a sharp tug to your hair, and with the gasp that escaped you, he ensured to slip his tongue into your mouth, massaging your tongue with his own. You moaned into his mouth, grinding down on him and balancing yourself by keeping a death grip on one of his broad shoulders, your other hand entangling in his soft auburn locks.

And then you remembered that, while you did want him to make you feel good, you had to focus on his pleasure.

You broke away from the searing kiss, gasping, and slipped off of him, kneeling in between his open legs. His fingers threaded into your hair, eager to feel your mouth on him. You began by pushing his shirt up to roam your hands over the expanse of his warm, tan, and muscular abdomen, placing wet kisses above his belt. He let out a satisfied sigh, but added a bit more pressure in pushing your head down. You mouthed his hard cock over his pants, earning a grunt from the handsome devil. You continued to kiss and kitten lick him through his pants as you fumbled with the button, and only pulled away to pull his zipper down, revealing his boxers. You once again placed a wet kiss on him through his boxers before pulling them down, his cock springing free and slapping up against his lower abdomen.

Your eyes widened as you took in just how....huge his length was. Thick and long. No offense to Satan, but Diavolo’s cock was the largest and thickest you had ever seen. You began to wonder how exactly you were going to fit him into your mouth.

With a deep breath, you took the tip of his cock into your mouth and gave an experimental suck, earning a sharp intake of breath from the demon above you. You took in a deep breath through your nose and took more of him in your mouth, swirling your tongue as you did so. What you couldn’t fit in your mouth you pumped with your hand, the other reaching down to fondle his balls around his boxers the best that you could. He let out a loud groan and moaned with every bob of your head, every swirl of your tongue, every swipe on his balls, every pump at the base of his cock. You sped up and attempted to take even more of his member in your mouth, your eyes watering.

“Fuck, yes, that's good” Diavolo groaned out, and, without warning, took your head in both of his large hands and snapped his hips forward over and over, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat relentlessly. He abused your mouth and throat, your gagging egging him on even more. Tears were streaming down your face, you could hardly breathe, but the moans coming out of his mouth were more than worth it. As he got closer to climaxing, his moans got higher pitched, more desperate. You strained to look up at him and couldn’t help your own hand trailing down to rub yourself through your panties at the sight of him. His eyes were screwed shut, mouth hanging open, hair sticking to his forehead. His tanned skin was flushed a beautiful red color. You moaned around his cock at the sight of him and how he was using your throat like a fuck toy.

“I’m going to cum, and when I do, keep it in your mouth, okay princess?” he breathed out through gritted teeth. You moaned around him in response, and, in turn, he let out a loud, higher-pitched moan, and snapped his hips back so only the tip of his cock was in your mouth when he spilled his seed.

His cum was surprisingly sweet, so you didn’t mind not swallowing immediately. He peered down at you, catching his breath.

“Open your mouth, show me my cum,” he ordered, watching in satisfaction as you followed his order. “Good girl. Now, swallow every last drop I gave you and show me your empty mouth,”

You quickly swallowed his load, and stuck your tongue out to prove it. He nodded, groaning, running his fingers through your hair once more. He tilted your head up by your chin and placed a gentle kiss to your lips.

He then put his cock back into his boxers, zipped and buttoned his pants, and helped you stand up. He placed a gentle kiss on the back of your hand before grabbing a bottle of water from a mini fridge and handing it to you.

“You did very well. Consider your punishment forgotten for the good job you did.” He praised, and smiled warmly while helping you straighten out your uniform.

Once you both caught your breath and were presentable, Diavolo bid you a good rest of your day. You turned to open the door and leave before he spoke one more time,

“Oh, and, MC, please try to follow the rules from now on. Unless you want a repeat of today. Either way, I won’t complain,” He gave you a warm smile, before that glint came back to his eyes. “I think someone else might, though,”

Confused, you just nodded, promised you were going to be a better student, and quickly opened the door back into RAD’s office from Diavolo’s office.

And there he was, sitting in the office, almost literally fuming as his wrath-filled emerald glare met yours, his jaw locked. His hands were balled tightly into fists, the anger almost coming off of him in the form smoke.

“Satan?”

part 2 FIN!! I hope you enjoyed!! Again, I apologize if Diavolo is OOC occasionally. I hope to correct that!! I might do a third part to this, but make it more... fluff? Definitely with Satan lmaoooo. I also hope to write more scenarios/imagines with the other boys, so keep a look out for those to come in the future!! Thank you sm for reading my works and all the feedback is appreciated. <3

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