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leaf-line · 1 month

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For the request, can I please have Yandere Topaz, Jade, and Ruan Mei x people pleasure reader headcanon (seperate).

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭

Yandere! Topaz/Jade/Ruan Mei x Gn! Reader

❏ In which your selfless deeds catch someone's attention for no good reason.

cw: suggestive themes, dehumanization, isolation, brainwashing, non-consensual (french) kiss, Ruan Mei being gross.

w/c: 1,484

"Care for a drink Miss Topaz? Maybe I can help with your problems..." You offer a juice to her, and a hand. Co-worker [Name], a diligent worker in the Strategic Investment Department, seen around doing favors and extra work just for everyone... But why won't you just help her and only her instead?

"Oh, thank you! And no thank you, I can do these all by myself, how about you take care of yourself, and take a rest? You're always so helpful, [Name]." Topaz takes the juice gratefully with a smile.

"No... The same goes for you, Miss Topaz, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't be here having this position." You bow your head before hearing someone call you.

"[Name]! Do you have anything to do right now!? I need you assistance with this—"

"Yes! Yes! Coming right up!" You scurry to the voice, but not before giving a little wave to Topaz.

She returns the wave. Before looking back to the screen... And frowns. "It's only a matter of time." She mumbles.

Oddly enough, in the next three days after just being in the IPC, you were announced as Topaz's own personal assistant.

"This is... A bit surprising... But I look forward to being your assistant from now on, Miss Topaz." You smile, she smiles too.

"No, Jelena is fine, you're my assistant now, right? You don't need to be formal. I just have one rule... Don't assist any other workers from the IPC if it's not me, alright?" She orders.

"May I ask why...?"

"I simply don't want you to be led astray from your work, now, am I clear?"

What... a weird request, but you follow it nonetheless. For one day, that is, you only lasted one day, when that another co-worker of yours, begged for your assistance, you couldn't refuse, you weren't trained for that.

"Awh come on, [Name]! Just because you're now Topaz's assistant, doesn't mean you don't have to help your other co-workers too!" The person in front of you moaned.

"I'm sorry but, Miss Topa—Jelena advised me not to—"

"It's just very little work, it won't kill you will it? Just help me."

"...A-Alright, fine..."

...After that time, you never saw that same co-worker again the next day, from what you've seen, he was fired from his job because of workplace harassment, you don't know if it's true, you doubt that it's true... and Jelena... didn't seem happy when she confronts you about your deed.

"Didn't I personally said to you that you shouldn't assist anyone other than me?"

She sighs and shakes her head disappointedly. Your back was facing the wall as she pushes up her thigh below your crotch.

"I can't believe you would just disobey me that early, maybe I should start teaching you and training so you won't be pushed around from others like that."

Teaching you and training you like a pet, that is. A cute, little pet who won't disobey her master. That's what Topaz shamelessly labels you as.

You walked into the pawn shop nervously. You swallow, feeling like you've entered a dangerous territory.

"Welcome to Bonajade Exchange. Who are you? And what do you seek?" An unfamiliar and elegant voice rang from behind the curtain.

"I wish... To help my friends." You mumbled out loud.

"Hm? Why is that?" Though you can't see her, you can feel her smiling through her lips. "Are you sure you're here for the sake of someone else?" She muses.

"They've... Been struggling with expenses, I don't know what offer you but myself... I owe them many." You tell her with a sad tone.

"You're sacrificing yourself for the sake of your friend? That's very noble, we can arrange that. Though, since you're here at my pawnshop, I'd like to hear what you want for your own self."

"No need. I'll do what I can to help other people." You fidget, yet say with full honestly, Lady Bonajade senses that. There is not single greedy bone in your body, fellows like you were rare, it's about time she found a rare gem, just like Jelena.

"I see," She raises the curtains. "In exchange for other people's needs, why don't you work at this shop?" She offers.

You cleaned the pawnshop, bargained for Jade, advertised the shop for the people in need. You kept the store running, but you didn't show any signs of uplifting the profits into another level, you were just a side piece, keeping the shop regulating like normal, and it was insufficient for Jade.

But it's fine, Jade doesn't leave an exchange until she gets real value.

You were cut ties from your family thinking that you were just busy and working hard to provide yourself and sending a lot of resources to them, your friends were now happy and financially stable but never really checked on you whether your doing good, the people you care and know were healthy, but they don't need you. Now you find your hands weighting chains, attached to the shackle on your wrist.

If there's one thing Jade found joy in, it's reaping a pure, untaited, soul.

"Come closer here," Jade gestures you to come over, you obey, broken. You see her lips, tainted with dark red lipstick, it comes closer, not on your face.

And just as Adam bit the apple, Jade bites your neck.

"Ruan Mei, you're burnt out, please take a rest, I'll handle all of this research." You place a blanket on her shoulder.

"Would you like a cup of tea? A plate of cake? Embroider something? Please inform me, I'll... I'll handle it." You say with a smile.

Ruan Mei was tired, she had been researching Aeons for a couple of weeks, barely feeding herself. And usually, when Ruan Mei was tired, she wouldn't entrust anyone with her research... Except for you.

Ruan Mei's trusty little assistant, whom she's sure no matter what she asks you for, you would do that.

"...I want a cake." She answers, though delayed.

"Oh, alright!" You seem delighted to be doing a favor. You ran into the kitchen, preparing the food as Ruan Mei daydreams.

Why were you so insistent in helping her? Why do you do everything in your power to please her? You're strange, a strange person, Ruan Mei shouldn't care, she shouldn't care about your well being, she shouldn't care why your here to help her.

"I'm at your service, Ruan Mei."

"Do you need any help? I'll be sure to help you with what you need, Ruan Mei."

"Ruan Mei."

"Ruan Mei—"

"Ruan Mei, your desert is ready..." She snaps out of her daydream and glances at you, then the plate you're holding.

She blinks. "Apologies, I blanked out."

"It's alright."

You don't say her name, she's just a bit slightly dissapointed. But it was never shown in her face.

You hand over the dessert you made for her, she takes it. You studied Ruan Mei's personal favorite desserts, food, tea and how it's all tailored to Ruan Mei's tastes. Your cooking is always bound to be above her expectations.

She takes a bite of the cake and you see her lips curl up by two milimeters, which sounds a lot.

"...Would like me to share?" She must've noticed you staring at her, you shake your head at the offer. "I mean no harm, I simply want to share my food to you, is that alright?"

You obey her regardless...

She looks at her research paper, at the table, only to get a headache since none if it provided her help towards her goal. She opts focusing on you instead.

"Here, say ahh..." Using the spoon, she takes a good amount of portion of the cake and tried to feed you with it like you're a baby.

"Ruan Mei, that is a bit... Embarrassing..."

You said her name, she relishes.

"It's fine, you only deserve, after all the times you helped me, come on, you don't need to lift a finger." She pushes the spoon to your lips, so you awkwardly open your mouth and the cake enters.

"...Say my name." She orders, but your eating something... That's not a problem, right?

"Ruan Mei, wh—Mmph!?"

She intrudes, exploring your mouth with her tongue, feeling the food that you personally made for her, she takes a part of it, and exits your mouth.

She swallows the cake with your saliva coatted in it then licks her lips. "Mm. Delectable." She nods, as if she's rating the experience with 4.5 stars.

You were left there with a dumbfounded expression, confused, perhaps even grossed out.

It's fine, brainwashing isn't hard to conduct, you'll forget this ever happened in no time. Just as how you forgot you were trapped in her home against your will in the first place.

a/n: mmm... manipulative women... 😋

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genericpuff · 2 months

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I'm not sure if anyone else has made this connection, but I've never seen it mentioned before. I think, similar to Lolita, RS was also inspired by the art of Trevor Brown. His work has a lot of young girls and medical fetish themes (to put it lightly) in a style reminiscent of RS's earlier stuff.

sigh

CW: medical fetish art often depicting children / child-like characters and medical equipment such as needles, gas masks, etc. seriously don't hit the jump if medical equipment or young girls in nurse's outfits or with open wounds makes you squeamish, I will not blame you for turning around now LOL

OP I was about to just... dismiss this. Wave it away as a funny coincidence that is indeed funny, but doesn't have any real evidence to back it up. I had a post typed up in response already declaring this, after which posting I was gonna move on with my day, work on Rekindled, play some XIV.

Because sure, there are a lot of resemblances between Trevor Brown's work and Rachel's old art, but nothing that can't be dismissed in good faith as a simple coincidence of being within the same genre of fetish art (first three are Trevor's, last three are Rachel's).

But then that little voice in the back of my head whispered in my ear, "Puff. You should double check. Just to be sure. Do your due diligence." And I once again found myself on the precipice of the rabbithole that somehow becomes deeper every time I jump. This time though, I knew it couldn't be that bad, I mean, I had enough confidence in knowing that there's no fucking way she listed Trevor Brown as one of her favorite artists-

God fucking dammit. How in the world did I miss this? I mean, I suppose I missed it simply because I'm not familiar with the works of Trevor Brown, but you can bet your ass I became familiar with it in my digging. Yeah, this guy is a supreme creep.

Again, I am not going to accuse Rachel of being a pedophile because that's just not an accusation that should be thrown around without undeniable evidence. What I will say, which has largely remained the same - though even more confidently now than ever before - is that she's clearly someone who took a lot of inspiration and influence from very problematic artists when she was young (I'm talking in her late teens which has me wondering if she started making medical fetish art when she was still a minor-) and then, BEST guess, she started to drop the medical fetish stuff around the time she went to college (which was also the same time she dropped The Doctor Pepper Show, which later got reworked into The Doctor Foxglove Show which was a lot less reminiscent of her medical fetish style from the early 2000's, but still had some of her usual preferences at play) and that's led up to today where she's drawing comics that look like they're for kids but tackle heavy adult subject matter in the worst way possible that straight up perpetuates grooming.

No matter how much experience I have with this already, no matter how much I think I've already seen, I always find more, and this time was no different. In fact - though unrelated to the original topic - thanks to this one fucking ask, I even found the full Mads Mikkelson comic with the completed caption. You know, that one.

And apparently Mads Mikkelson did very much replace her crush on Jeremy Irons.

Who's Jeremy Irons?

Oh yeah.

I just... y'all I can't. This is un-fucking-real. I'm gonna go take a shower, I need to scrub myself off of this 😭

#ask me anything #ama #anon ama #anon ask me anything #lore olympus critical #anti lore olympus #lo critical #the timeline of rachel's art career and how it came to be in the form that it exists now is starting to become a lot more clear #my eyes are burning #i've mentioned before that i don't like scrutinizing rachel over her past stuff because being a cringy teen on the internet isn't a crime #but there really is something to be said about how much of her past influences have bled into LO #as well as her outlook on the heavier topics that she's tried to “tackle” through LO and failed miserably at

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sparklingself · 1 year

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𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅

I never barred myself. (Neville)

Your imagination is truly a gift. Everything is possible in your mind. Your mind is the vessel that holds everything, every seed to every physical action, every experience, memory - it is your whole world. Consciousness is everything. Nothing outside of your consciousness cannot exist to you.

Intrusive thoughts

You have many thoughts throughout the day. You may have thoughts you may call intrusive. These are unwelcome thoughts to you. Maybe you're trying to persist with diligence and then you get these unwelcome thoughts. You might try to force them down, to aggressively shut the door to them. But then you see that this manner of trying to be rid of them with all your might isn't the most effective. The trick is to guide them to the right direction, instead of forcing them.

Your mind is your home. You should feel safe. There are no intruders, there are no others, there is only self.

So, whenever you get an unwanted thought that doesn't align with the physical reality you want to achieve through your mind, all you need to do is remind yourself. Say, I want to affirm the reality of being rich. I've been persisting for a few days, but then I look into my wallet and see emptiness. I instantly get the thought and feeling of "who am I tricking, I have no money, I'm poor". Now, you have three options: a) cling to that feeling, b) bottle that feeling, but let it accumulate back when you don't have the energy to force it down anymore or c) remind yourself that the 3D is only a mirror, only an illusion, and isn't objective reality. The true reality is what is within. Once you remember that you can go back to feeling affluent. You're not being delusional, everything is a feeling anyway. You can acknowledge physically having an empty wallet, but you know that what matters is how you feel as opposed to what you see.

What you're doing is letting yourself have that thought, but just not holding on to it by actively reminding yourself of your imagination being the almighty, as opposed to the physical which is just a mirror. This avoids that feeling coming up again, or at least makes it a more rare occasion.

2. Bottling desires

I also want to talk about desiring. I'm sure you've found yourself in the situation of desiring things you "shouldn't" desire. For example, maybe you've lusted over people you shouldn't lust over, or food you shouldn't eat, or whatever. You've had a desire and then you get the feeling of it being forbidden.

Desires should never be bottled. That's what's called sin in the Bible. Not letting yourself have your desires. However, I think there are instances where your desires should be evaluated. For example, an SP that is unavailable. It's not that you can't erase them them being unavailable, it's just that you should ask yourself why you want that person. Maybe they reflect a subconscious need unmet in yourself and it's not the person you want, but something else.

Another different example would be sexual paraphilias that harm you or other people. I hold the belief that if you desire to hurt someone you're not actually happy. And hurting someone wouldn't make you happier. That's where you also have to evaluate what you actually want.

The Bible speaks of "godly" desires and "ungodly" desires. I would interpret godly as something you truly, really want. A desire you know is pure and coming from the deepest crevices of your heart. And ungodly would be a desire that is not actually align with you. You are mistaken with what you actually want. The ungodly desire reflects the godly desire and you must find it within.

#loa #loassumption #law of assumption #neville goddard #mental diet #self concept #living in the end #affirm and persist #law of attraction #manifestation #manifesting #law of abundance #law of manifestation #manifest #edward art #spirituality #void state #meditation

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bubblergoespop · 5 months

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My Top Fool!Gavin Quotes

there’s so many things i wanna do to this man and none of them should be said out loud

“My goodness. And they say my kind is insatiable.”

“I’m making… lots of observations, in fact.”

“Oh my. You certainly are something special aren’t you?”

“I didn’t… swoon. I… I wouldn’t do that. I mean, not wouldn’t. I would. I would if it was… earned. If it was… drawn out of me.”

“Vin-Gavin! Gavin. You can call me Gavin.”

“What is it, why are you looking at me like that? I liked it better the way you were looking at me a second ago.”

“I’d say I have a very diverse skillset. Trained in multiple techniques. Well I’m a quick study. And a diligent student.”

“Oh that’s your hand. That feels nice.”

“I can sense… what you’re feeling. Mmhmm. All of it. All of the many… flavors—uh, layers of it. Lots of layers.”

“I think I have a pretty good idea of what you’re thinking. Mmhmm. And I think it’s not unlike what I myself am thinking right now too… Hmm? Studying? Oh. Oh. Right. Studying.”

“I also happen to be in the middle of some very important… studying. And… and maybe it is a less interesting subject matter than studying the… very… enticing… person sitting across from me, b-but it’s important nonetheless!”

“That feels… that feels wonderful.”

“The night hasn’t even come to pass yet. We would need to spend quite a bit longer together for it to be considered nighttime. Which we should— could! We could do that.”

“We could always find a more private location to do some… studying. Together. Mmhmm. Some very… detailed studying. Y-you could call it a hands-on approach, yes.”

“Do you have any idea just how much… energy is coming off of you right now? That’s an understatement. Dear god, I think you could power a small town with it.”

“Y-yes. Yes. Please. Please. That sounds—yes. Yes. Studying! Definitely. Lots… and lots of studying. I think we both have lots to learn about one another.”

“Please. I need you in private. I think. Now.”

#and his shuddery breaths omfg #bubbler’s top fooliverse quotes #bubbler’s top quotes #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted gavin #redactedverse

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painted-flag · 1 month

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OF FLOWERS AND DEATH - Aemond Targaryen

Chapter 1: The Laws of Humans and Elves

☾⋆⁺₊✧ dark elf!Aemond Targaryen x f!human!reader series. ✧₊⁺⋆☾ series masterlist. ☾⋆⁺₊✧ word count: 2.9k ✧₊⁺⋆☾ series warnings: 18+ depictions of violence/gore, eventual smut, warfare, sickness/disease, some moments of misogyny, and mentions of alcohol consumption. ☾⋆⁺₊✧notes: a short part to introduce the world and get started. I am super excited to start rolling out the chapters I have been working on. ✧₊⁺⋆☾ on a sun-blessed day, you happen upon a new companion.

The darkness came from the rot of the world. At the very least, that is the superstition. It followed centuries after the wrecking chaos that threatened to crack the very stone of the world and cast all those living down to hell. The earth had been fighting for millennia, with elves and humans slaughtering one another; the Great War. Their reason for fighting had been lost to time. It had not mattered anymore, for the malice held between them was enough to bear rot in the roots of their history. Such chaos and death must anger the gods, for violence was their language - to exact on the land of the living, not for the living to exact upon one another.

A stalemate happened after each side bore the cost of life beyond that which should be possible. Peace, however fickle, was forged and laid in a treaty between the humans and elves. It was unstable, but so long as it was upheld, the world could know peace. Children could know their parents, families could stick together, cities could rebuild, and meaningless fighting could be put to rest. Meadows and tracts of land grew back and birds chirped once again. The fields, once littered with the corpses of slain kin, bloomed with flowers once again.

It took six centuries before that peace was destroyed. The taint came from an unknown source. Some claim humans started it, others say it was the elves; each wishing to push prejudice against the other. Many say it is the wrath of whichever god or gods they follow. A curse put upon the earth to punish them for their bloodshed. It could be a twisted act to kill them and purify the world, or perhaps bring hell from below and judge them before their deaths.

The opinions of gods did not matter to you. What mattered - truly - was fighting back against the twisted black darkness that crawled across the land, wilting plants and killing all known life. It tainted water and invaded lands, crawling through the world map like unkempt ivy. You were determined that there was a resolution. This was not some wrath from the gods, but simply a fight against the same darkness humans and elves inflicted against one another. A manifestation of sin.

That was how you found yourself, each day, kept in your lodgings in an old town by the borders between the human kingdom and the domain of elves. It was a proper place to be, for the taint spread by a half-day ride away, easily accessible for experiments. It was also favourable, for you could not live in your old home deep in the kingdom. You grew up being raised by your father there, had forged the purest of memories. Yet they died with his disappearance.

Five years he had been gone and since then you had diligently taken over his work after moving. It was a peaceful life, albeit frustrating. With each passing day insecurity seized your body. Your research had been inadequate and experiments even more so. The darkness spread, and fields of flowers, forests of trees, and lakes of plenty suffered further. The landscape around had died where it was touched. You had been failing and no progress had been made.

It was in the darkest hours of the night you found yourself staring at the roof of your cottage, contemplating the meaning of your existence. Surely, if you were as brilliant as your father, a cure would have been found. The effort you put into it, the pain and tirelessness, could not be for naught.

In the small hamlet you were in, the land still bore beauty. It was in that sight where you held your inspiration. Those creeping moments of doubt would clash against your hope like saltwater on rock; wearing the stone down through time. The world was worth saving and you would be damned if you sat back and watched it collapse.

So, like most days, you find yourself working. It was late noon as you approached the edge of the sprawling meadow outside the village. You were on the border of the kingdom between humans and elves, and it was here where you could find a good growing of nettles. It was outside the thick canopy of forest that you found growing on the edge of the meadow close to your home. You had just approached when the sound of faint crying made its way to you.

The sobs were of a girl and you looked back and forth to see if you could spot the person. It was gentle weeping that spurred you to move. You began to trail along the edge of the forest in search of the source. Your gaze swept over the dark branches of trees, unease settling in your bones.

After a few moments of walking, you looked into the trees to see a woman with her back to you. She was on the ground in a dirtied light green dress. Her hair cascaded down her back, light and silvery, with some of it in a braid crown across her head. Her shoulders shook and from what you could see, she cradled her left forearm in distress.

You knew it was forbidden, for a human to cross into elvish territory uninvited, but you could not walk away after seeing someone hurt. You looked around for anyone else and saw nothing. A breath caught in your throat as you stepped into the tree line, foot crunching on the branches below. You waited for a moment for the worst to happen; some archer waiting to shoot you or a bunch of guards to descend upon you, but you saw nothing.

Deeming it safe, you moved forward to the woman.

“Hello? Are you alright?” You kept your voice at a low volume so as not to startle her. However, your abrupt words shocked her and she turned to you. Tear tracks ran down her reddened cheeks. You were thrown slightly off guard at her appearance. You had heard of the elvish characteristic of perfect beauty, but you had not been witness to it until that very moment.

Her crystal blue eyes reflected the greenery around her. You could see some blood on her forearm that seeped from the gaps in her hand that cradled the wound.

“I got lost…” Her voice trailed off for a minute. “And I tripped.” She looked down at her wound and removed her hand. On the top part of her forearm was a sizable cut. The surrounding area had gotten dirty and you knew it had to be cleaned soon. Being a healer, your instincts kicked in.

You knelt down, but kept your distance to not invade her space, “I can take care of that cut. It needs to be cleaned.”

She seemed to look at you in a clearer light after wiping away her tears. Her good arm rose to point at your ears, silently acknowledging that they were not shaped in the familiar point of an elf. You reached up and covered them subconsciously with a feeling of inadequacy.

“Look, I'm a healer in my village. All of my supplies are at home. Would you… would you come with me?” You knew it was a shot-in-the-dark question, but your more nurturing trait took over at seeing someone hurt. You wanted to help her by any means that you could. The shattered relationship between your respective kinds meant nothing to you, for old grudges were nothing but pointless. This was a being that needed help, which you were capable of giving.

“I don't want to be a burden…” Her voice was light and spacey. She seemed to have an air of lightness to her. An uncommon trait of pure brightness came from her, mixed with the calming feeling of a babbling brook. Her presence mimicked the gentle nature of the environment around her.

“You aren’t. I promise.” You slowly got up from your crouching position. Your hands were held up to show no ill will. She looked at you for a moment, judging the situation. You could tell otherworldly works were happening in her mind - a keen elf sense of analyzing your character.

She sniffled, “I’m Helaena.” Her grip tightened on the wound, no doubt experiencing more pain as her adrenaline wore off.

You offer a friendly smile and introduce yourself. You adjusted the skirt of your dress and nodded towards the direction of the meadow. The rustling of the dark trees had begun to make you wary and uncomfortable. Tales of these woods, and the elves that lurk within are not always kind. You briefly remembered moments around campfires, men trading stories of old. Most of them were lost on you to time, but the stories of the elf king stuck; his sadistic tendencies and inability to refrain from striking down any who so much as bothered him. You by no means wished to be on the receiving end of his wrath, lest you be caught.

“My home is only a short walk from here.” Your words seem to spur Helaena and she rose to her feet carefully. She kept a few paces away from you when following behind. Once you walked past the edge of the trees and into the tall grass of the meadow, she stopped. Helaena's gaze swept back and forth as if looking for a trap. She took a hesitant step forward and it was like going through a threshold and becoming comfortable with her surroundings.

Helaena matched your pace as the two of you trekked through the field. You wished to be discreet, for you did not want to know how people would react upon seeing an elf in their territory. You struggled to come up with any conversation starters as social skills were not among your talents. Especially when the woman beside you was an elf, likely leagues ahead in wisdom and experience through age. You felt inadequate next to her beauty.

Thankfully, your cottage was nestled away from the rest of the town, over a hill that shielded it from curious gazes. It was a single-level home, with enough room for a decent-sized bedroom, kitchen, and living space. The living space was taken over by your study materials. Books stacked with loose pieces of parchment with notes aplenty. Countless vials and tubes full of different substances were neatly organized across two wooden tables. Some of the tubes were over small lit fires, bubbling with substances you were experimenting with.

You gestured for her to sit on a sofa placed in front of the hearth. Her eyes darted to everything around her, especially on the countless plants that littered every inch of available space. Your home was a fusion of messy and organized. Everything had its place, but it was a collection of different items that gave an eclectic feeling.

You grabbed some supplies for the wound and set them down on the low table by the couch. There was uncertainty that lingered in your mind. In the few minutes you had known Helaena, you could tell she had an aversion towards people; though you could not tell if that was because of your humanness or not. Regardless of the answer, you would respect her wishes.

“Can I sit there?” You pointed to the spot beside her and waited for an answer. She nodded silently and you slowly sat down. When you found yourself on the plush cushion, you looked towards her wound. “May I?”

Helaena nodded again. She lifted her hand to reveal the wound. It was still bleeding but had slowed down by her putting pressure on it. You took a dish of water and a clean cloth. You rung it out and placed the damp material on the wound, gently wiping the blood away. While you diligently worked, you decided to see if you could break the ice more. Helaena appeared interested in the items around her.

“I’m working on a cure for the taint. That’s why this place is a bit of a mess, sorry for that.” You began, “I also keep insects, so I apologize if any happen to land upon you.” At the word insects, Helaena’s eyes lit up and she sat straighter.

“What kind?” She asked. You noticed that this was the most relaxed she has been since meeting her. The wound was clean and you assessed that it was not nearly big enough for any stitching. You applied your own poultice to the wound and began to wrap it in a light linen cloth.

“Whatever I tend to find, really. Butterflies, crickets, beetles, spiders, and dragonflies are the ones that I see the most.” You answered while securing the cloth. You backed up on the couch afterwards, giving her more space. She breathed more at that and you were glad your actions could ease her.

You got out of the seat and walked towards one of the desks. You grabbed a decent-sized wooden cage. It had two newborn dragonflies that you cultivated recently. You brought it back to where Helanea sat and handed it over to her. A small smile made its way onto her face as she peered in at the little creatures.

It was an impulse decision, but you made it anyway.

“You can keep them.” At your words, Helaena looked up at you. She had a hopeful look in her eyes. Her eyes darted between you and the creatures. You nodded in assurance, reinforcing your decision.

“Think of it as a gift of friendship.” You spoke. Your newfound companion seemed to light up further and you found great pleasure in making her happy. It had been so long since you had spent quality time with anyone.

“Friends?” Helaena questioned you. She sat the cage on her lap and gave you her full attention. You suddenly got nervous, thinking that perhaps you overstepped.

“We don’t have to be,” You stuttered out, “It can just be a sign of goodwill.” You wanted to clarify your meaning. You felt awkward having shoved that status upon Helaena and you were anticipating her swift leave of your company. It would not be a surprise, as most often people tended to sway away from you after speaking. You could hardly last a conversation with someone.

“I would like to be friends,” Helaena told you. Your heart swelled with happiness. She would be the first friend you had in a long while. You knew this would be the only time you would see her, for interactions between humans and elves were limited to the occasional diplomat from each kingdom going to high courts. The rest - common folk - were forbidden from entering one another’s territory. It was a rule drawn to prevent fighting between groups and entering another war that would no doubt kill more than the last, especially with the growing acres of taint spreading indiscriminately and destroying everything in its wake.

Helaena held the dragonfly cage in her hands and stood up from her seat. She swayed slightly, eyes darting back and forth.

“I have to go home. My family… they will be looking for me.” You nodded at her words and got out of your seat as well. It was disheartening, for her to leave so soon, but you did not wish to bother her anymore. You moved to the door and opened it.

“I’ll walk you back.” The two of you walked outside into the warm sunny weather. The sounds of crickets and the breeze through tall grass calmed you. The walk towards the forest was short, and you wanted it to be longer.

Helaena seemed to look back down at the cage every once in a while and smiled to herself. She cradled it like it was the most precious thing. Parts of her green dress had gotten dirty on the bottom, but the craft of the elves stunned you with their intricate work.

When you two got to the forest edge, she turned around to face you.

“Why did you help me?” Helaena’s question caught you off guard. There was no real answer. You had simply saw someone in distress and wished to help them. There was no reason other than the simple will to aid when you could.

“I just wanted to help. It's what I am good at.” You reassured. It was the whole truth. All your life, you had fumbled at many things; been unsure and made mistakes. However, healing was something you excelled at. It was disheartening that you were yet to find a cure for the taint that spread, but you knew deep down that there was a solution and you had to try.

“I hope your research goes well.” Helaena addressed. Your heart warmed at her kindness.

“Thank you. I hope you get better soon.”

Your meeting and subsequent bond forged was not a common one. Humans and elves having interactions were few, even fewer when they found commonality with one another. You had no doubt, that with more exposure to one another, the kinds could get along. There were great differences in culture, but the truth still came. Your races were living and breathing, inhabited the same world, and forged deep bonds and care for others. That alone was enough, at least to you.

It was there, standing on each side of the invisible territorial line of the kingdoms, that a human and an elf built a connection of friendship; careless to whether or not it lasted, for the future was uncertain.

Chapter 2: A Modest Proposition Preview

He rose from the throne and manoeuvred down the steps to stand a metre in front of you, each step echoed through the hall. His lone gaze fell ladden on your cheek, heavy and hot with inner ire. Your voice got stuck in your throat and you glanced towards Helaena to ask for any form of help. Aemond held his head high while his stare looked you up and down and released a low hum. In his inspection, you felt as if he could see every action you had ever made, every sin, and went about judging as he saw fit.

As a judge, jury, and executioner.

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ma1dmer · 11 months

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Elden Ring - White-Faced Varre NSFW

I am no longer ashamed of my medical malpractice kink

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): he is very soft and nothing but diligent with his aftercare, he'll run you a warm bath, wash you gently and whisper praises in your ear as you relax.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): //fingers ,yes i am a comedian sometimes

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person): absolutely adores the mess ,the filthier the better, he'll have you lick his fingers clean right after you or he cums on his hand.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): i think he’d be into some sort of dark roleplay, some cnc scenario where he acts as your corruptor and you give yourself freely to him, or maybe even put up a bit of a verbal fight.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?): i think he has experience, knows exactly what makes things enjoyable and adjusts that knowledge to each person, its like a game trying to see which things click for each person. //I also believe it has to do with the fact he was a surgeon ,helping him know your body better than you know it as an ex doctor

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual): he likes the basics when it comes to the actual deed, he especially likes doggy where he can shove your face to the ground and tease you about how willing you are to get down on your knees and get filthy for him

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc): he makes you laugh just so he can hear your voice crack into a moan or a gasp of pain/pleasure when he has you.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.): He keeps everything nicely trimmed.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): he’ll woo you before bedding you, brush your hair out of your face with gentle gloved fingers, compliment you, lay down roses for you, foreplay matters a lot and its even sweeter when he can debauch you right after making your heart flutter, the way your eyes shine with adoration even when he might be dragging a blade down your body, its addicting.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon): why should he do so when he can have you instead.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks): dacryphilia, knife play, blood play, humiliation, sadomasochism etc

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do): everywhere ,he truly is shameless in this regard, its both as a way to claim you, and because he loves the idea of you wanting this so much you are willing to do it everywhere, he'll tease you about being so naughty even if he himself made sure you are so into it

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going): submission, having you fully put your trust in him , letting him guide you or indulging in his more “unsavory” interests.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): there is probably not a lot that he wouldn’t do or have you do.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc): he likes giving as much as receiving ,but does have a preference for having you beg for him while he torments you with his tongue.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.): torturously slow but not necessarily gentle.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): he mostly does quickies as a way to punish you in a way, have you fast and hard ,finishing before you and leaving so you have to think of him and seek him out, plead with him to help you out, and if he is feeling kind that day who knows, he might help you after all he can't deny your sweet pleas

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.): very into experimenting and especially good at convincing you to try out things, loves pushing you out of your comfort zone and always makes sure you are thoroughly rewarded for it

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…): he paces himself very well, almost always enjoys the heavy petting sessions as much as being inside you so its always a very long round, just one though , and always spaced out, so you have to seek him out

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?): he does, a large variety that has him always so indecisive ,what should he use next, how should he torment his sweet little lambkin, so many possibilities so many paths to take

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): he is horrible, he loves teasing you, he'll push you to tell him everything you want him to do to you while being entirely still inside you until you finally talk, and spill every embarrassing desire and fantasy you have

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make): very very quiet, besides some gasps when he finishes and the things be tells you throughout to tease you, he is very quiet, unnervingly so

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice): i totally think he’d be into hate sex, having you angry and shouting at him, claiming to hate him while your body betrays your needs and wants

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words): he is on the longer side with a slight curve that always hits your best spots, very cocky about it too

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?): he yearns a lot, but likes to keep himself in control of his needs, wants you to come to him rather than him having to chase you

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): he likes watching you, at your more relaxed when you are this comfortable next to him, it's truly a testament to your trust and he is honored, he spends hours simply watching yo and, running his fingers through your hair

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melanieph321 · 2 months

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Ruben Dias x Reader - Summer Fling Part 9/10

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

Summary - Reader has landed a research job at a marine biology lab in Portugal. She is, therefore, staying with her sister and her sister's Portuguese boyfriend for the summer holidays. There she meets Ruben Dias who is on vacation with his friends after the 2024 Euros. However, the two meet under the circumstances in which Ruben believes that Reader is a prostitute.

Enjoy ☀️

The winds were rough just off the coast. The ocean waves caught Gavin's boat in a turbulent storm drifting you further and further away from land.

"Where are you taking me?" You held onto the railings on the upper deck, watching Gavin steer his yacht right into the epicenter of approaching gray clouds.

"Gibraltar!" He shouted over the sound of waves slapping against the side of the yacht, whipping it side to side. "I'll take us as far as the mediterranean islands. Ever heard of Malta? I'm sure you'll love it there."

"You'll never get away with this!"

"You're damn right I won't, I just fucking shot a man." He laughed.

"Then why are you doing this?" I thought you were a marine biologist?"

"I am. But darling let me tell ya, it doesn't pay as good as my other passions."

"You mean pimping out girl's to rich men?"

Gavin shook his head, a sly grin on his lips as he stepped away from the wheel of the boat. You held onto the railings but backed off as he approached you.

"I should have known who you were when I first met you. You and your sister share the same gullible face. She came to me willingly, you know. Asking me for a job that would grant her stay in Portugal. You on the other hand would rather count fish at the zoo than let a man treat you for a night."

"A man maybe, but not you…"

He smiled, playing with the strap around his waist. The strap that carried his gun. "I was like you once. Young and naive, committed to my research in hopes of making the world a better place. Here is a newsflash for ya sweetheart, the world is a fucked up place and no matter how hard you try to get the bad guys to stop doing bad things, the bad guys always win. Especially those with pockets full of money."

"So that's it, you just decided to join them, become a bad guy yourself?"

He held out his arms, "I'm doing fairly well, aren't I? And trust me, I'm doing more for marine life than any of those stuck up scientists in the universities you praise. All they do is count seaweed samples while I'm out here doing the real heavy lifting.

"You mean taking advantage of young girls for your own benefit."

"For the ocean's benefit!" He shouted.

You lost your footing for a second, gripping your bubbling stomach. The rocking of the boat did nothing to mend your rising seasickness.

"Do you know how much time and money I've put into developing the marine station? Sure, the university gave me the permit to build it. However, I'm the one funding every piece of equipment that allows the students to perform diligent research, practical research that doesn't just end up on a chart in some ecology majors powerpoint presentation. I'm trying to change the world Y/N and I really thought you would appreciate that. Perhaps even help me collect the funding like your sister does." Gavin reached out, caressing your trembling cheeks, his thumb tracing your lips. "You would've been my favorite out of all the girls."

You hunched forward, throwing up your last meal, which appeared to be milk and cornflakes. Gavin jumped out of the way not to stain his shoes. "For fucks sake."

He grabbed you by the arm, leading you downstairs into one of the suits. You fought him at first but let him get you out of your stained clothes. You were handed a towel to wipe your mouth while Gavin stood back, watching you with a predatory gaze, his hand reaching down to unzip his pants.

"No, wait."

He grinned, a cold grin that sent a shiver down your spine. It faltered however, with the sound of a drumming engine heard overhead.

"Fucking coastgards."

"Help, help. I'm down here. Help!"

"You shut your fucking mouth."

You winced. Gavin lunged forwards, slapping you across the face. He then drew his weapon, pressing the gun against the back of your neck. "One word." He gritted, pushing you out of the suit.

You came around the corner, expecting to come face to face with the local coast guards. However…

"Y/N!"

"Ruben!"

His eyes narrowed at the sight of Gavin, standing behind you with a gun to your back.

"Y/N are you alright—"

"Ah, ah, another step and she dies."

"Hey man." Ruben threw his hands up. "We don't want any trouble, the police are already on their way."

"We?"

Spotted in the corner of your eye, something came rushing towards you.

"Argh!" Gavin went down, hands covering his face.

"That's for Diogo." Maki threw the hammer she held aside, grabbing Gavin's gun that had slid away from him. He lay squirming in pain, blood gushing out from the wound in his head. "And this…" Maki stood over him, angling the gun. "...This is for my sister."

"Maki, no!" You rushed to stop her. "Don't do it. He's not worth it."

"He shot Diogo." She said, the gun trembling in her hand.

"Please." You pleaded. "I don't want to lose you. If you kill him, I will."

She fought herself, her finger hovering over the trigger.

"Please, Maki, don't do it."

Tears streamed down her face as she lowered the gun. You took it away, handing it to Ruben for safe keeping, pulling your sister into your arms.

"I'm so sorry." She cried. "This is all my fault. I'm so fucking sorry."

"I know. I'm sorry too."

The sirens from the police boats approached in the distance. What could have been had come to an end. You were safe.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

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sanjisboyfie · 11 months

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๑ keep safe : heartfelt conversations with a chef (5)

one piece x male reader

play 'em like guitars,

only one of my toys

(cause i like you a lot)

no holds barred, i was sent to destroy

putting on my music while i'm watching the boys

『 prev 』

on the path [name] had chosen, there were little to no prey presenting itself. for as far as his eye could see there was only trees surrounding him. he sighed in annoyance, not doing well in the humid climate.

he fanned himself with the collar of his shirt, wishing that he had brought one of those drinks sanji had made. he hummed in thought, resisting the urge to sing out for something to jump out at him.

just as he was walking past the water bank, he heard something swimming beside him. in interest, he peaked over and saw a school of…dinosaurs.

“oi, are you real?” [name] asked out loud, jumping into the water without a second thought.

they all scattered rather quickly at the sudden action, but then seemed to be more angry at him than scared now. one tried to bite his ankle, which he calmly lifted out of the water, and then giggled in glee.

“yes! there’s at least five of you guys in here, i can see all of you! i love seafood!” [name] cheered, spreading his palms out in front of the water and squinting, “jackpot!”

in a moment’s notice, all of the aquatic creatures were lifted out of the water at the same time, seemingly floating in mid air.

they began to thrash all around and [name] chuckled at their actions, “you all look so funny!” he said, bringing them onto land by moving his hands. they followed the actions of his hands.

any onlooker would assume that it was completely magical, the hovering dinosaurs obeying the command of his hands.

but to [name] it was a simple feat, his lips drawn into a thin line as he hummed as he organized their flapping bodies.

they were about 70 feet long, but good thing there was more than enough land space for him to place all of them.

“but how am i going to carry all of you back?” [name] thought out loud, rubbing his chin in thought as his eyebrows furrowed together. “it’d be a waste of my energy to do the thing, so i might as well do the other thing,” he said, ignoring the struggle the dinosaurs were exhibiting in being outside of the water.

“alright, it’s settled!” he cheered, “i’ll make you guys a net and drag you back to base. it should be enough food for months…or maybe just a week,” [name] corrected, remembering that now him and luffy were sailing on the same ship.

so he soon began to get to work. he gathered up the leaves and branches of trees, the actions making him think back to his childhood with luffy. when they used to get their own prey in that vast forest.

it was an annoying process, though. he had to weave the leaves and branches pretty intricately in order for it to carry the five dinosaurs without breaking apart.

there were a couple of explosions that he could hear resounding from throughout the island, but if anything, he just brushed it off as the norm. after all, the island was pretty weird. he didn’t try thinking about it too much.

“finally! i’m finished…halfway,” [name] said, sweatdropping as he realized how he had to put more work into getting the dinosaurs back home rather than catching them. “i should’ve had a pirate bento too, i’m hungry,”

he looked at the now dead dinosaurs in hunger, but shook his head, insisting that it was for later and not now, no matter how hungry he was.

after a couple of more minutes of sitting diligently and weaving, he was able to make an effective net. he quickly carried all of them to thee net and tied it shut, hauling it all back to merry.

he barely broke a sweat pulling it all the way back, but frowned when he realized he had to clear an incoming obstacle. there was a bunch of trees in his way and it’s be a pain to go around, so he took the sword around his back, careful not to unsheath it, and slashed the air sideways.

in a second, the trees were all falling down and gave him a nice path to walk through.

“sweet!” he said, letting the sword rest back on his back while he walked through the clearing.

to his surprise, zoro and sanji were on the other side of the trees and he lit up to see that they had their prey as well.

“guys, look what i got!” [name] said, lifting the net over his shoulder like it was a sack of potatoes and slamming it down in front of him, to proudly display it.

the swordsman and chef looked at [name] as if he was crazy, their shoulders scrunched up at the sudden slamming of 5, seventy foot dinosaurs in front of them.

“oi…” zoro said in disbelief, looking at the grinning man and then back to the 5 dead dinosaurs.

“well…” sanji said, looking at the possible food and merely accepting the fact [name] had captured a better lot of food than the either of them.

before they were arguing about which had a more bountiful catch, but then [name] came along and completely crushed their competition. not to mention, he got five of them whilst zoro and sanji only got one.

either way, one of [name]’s catches was already stumping their own in pure length.

“it seems they were eating well before i got them, how lucky!” [name] cheered, jumping up to the duo and having stars in his eyes once he saw what they caught. “wow! these look so yummy!”

it perfectly mimicked the image luffy had whenever he saw a piece of meat.

“i wonder what dinosaur meat tastes like, say sanji! cook some up right now, i’m hungry!” [name] said, jumping up and down as he looked at the blonde chef.

“hold your horses, i’m not gonna cook up a meal right now!” sanji barked at him, irritation clear on his face.

“but i’m hungry!!!” [name] whined, “i just got us some good meat, why would we even catch it if we weren’t going to eat it?! wasting my time!”

“shut up already! i get it!” sanji said, punching [name] down on the head to shut him up.

zoro on the other hand was still annoyed at the fact [name] bested him in a competition again.

“i’m gonna catch more food!” zoro announced, unimpressed with the current whines of [name].

“food,” [name] said simply, more so demanded. and sanji’s eyebrow twitched in annoyance. as unreasonable [name] was being, he didn’t feel it was right to leave him so hungry.

he was practically drooling at the idea of food and since they had such an excess, it really wouldn’t hurt to make a meal. sanji scoffed, pushing [name]’s head down so that the h/c haired boy could stop making puppy dog eyes at him.

“i hear you, let’s go then,” sanji said, taking ahold of his portion of prey. “oi, shitty swordsman, meet us back at the ship when that volcano erupts again! bring your own food too, i’m not carrying your shitty catch!”

“fuck off!” zoro shouted back, already a good distance away.

“food! food! food!!!” [name] cheered, easily picking up his own prey and skipping back to the going merry. sanji sweatdropped at the brute force [name] was using, but boiled it down to how insane his captain was as well.

if the two of them grew up together, it would only make sense they had similar personality traits.

‘endless stomachs aren’t things that are just developed through hanging out with each other, though,’ sanji thought to himself, wondering why they had to get another crewmate just like their captain, in terms of appetite.

the two finally made it back to the merry where [name] cut up their food to make more easy to bring on board. and when he was done slicing them up, he’d throw them up to sanji, who brought some portions of it into the kitchen.

when [name] stowed away the rest of the food, he immediately ran to the kitchen to eat what sanji made.

it seemed he was still prepping the food, but [name] was more than content to just watch.

“so sanji, where did luffy find you?”

surprisingly, despite [name]’s hungry stomach, he was rather calm in waiting for his food now that they were in the kitchen.

“i used to work at a restaurant, baratie, in the east blue,”

“i’ve never been! were you the chef there? if you were, i bet the place was always packed!” [name] complimented, trying to hide his obvious hunger for the meat that was beginning to finally be cooked.

interestingly enough, sanji had more than just a pan on the stove. there was one pot that was boiling full of whatever [name] couldn’t see and something was in the oven as well. but [name] was too hungry to notice or pay any mind as to why sanji had his kitchen set up like that.

he was the chef, after all, and [name] wasn’t going to question him and his expertise.

“i was the chef there, but the old man running it was pretty shit as making the menu,” sanji said, a smirk on his face, “i always came up with better things than what he had to offer,”

[name] laughed in amusement and at sanji’s obvious confident.

“was everything you made yummy?”

“the best in all of the east blue,” sanji reinforced, making [name] break out into more laughter.

sanji gently smiled, enjoying the conversation.

“so sanji, why did you join luffy?” [name] tilted his head in interest, making sanji still for a moment.

his back was turned to [name], so the h/c haired man couldn’t see his face, but sanji was grinning from ear to ear. the chef put out his cigarette and turned around to [name] with that look of excitement on his face.

“have you heard of the all blue?” sanji asked, making [name] lean forward over the counter in interest.

“nope!” [name] said, popping the ‘p.’

“i joined luffy because i want to see the all blue. it’s a point on the map where all the oceans all converge at a single place,” sanji said, leaning against the counter behind him while [name] leaned inwards to show his genuine interest. “it’s my dream to find it - i’m sure it exists!”

[name] grinned widely, “i can’t wait to see it with you, sanji! then we’d get to eat even more seafood! i love seafood,” [name] commented, sanji making a mental note of that.

sanji brightened up even more, “they say that there is an endless amount of entire species that aren’t even found anywhere but in all blue! never even been seen before, but they’re all at that one point,”

[name] felt himself get excited as well. sanji’s dream was surely desirable. plus the idea that there are a bunch of unknown fishes just swimming around made his stomach feel particularly empty.

“that means-” [name] slammed his hands down on the counter, stars in his eyes. sanji flinched at the sudden movement, wondering what had [name] so startled, but [name] then continued on, “we’d be the first to ever eat all that food!”

sanji paused, taking in what [name] was saying. he blinked a couple of times before his smile cracked into a wide grin, until he was laughing his head off. his boisterous and carefree laugh made [name] nod in excitement, taking sanji’s laughter as a confirmation.

“right, sanji?!”

“that’s right, we would be the first to eat all that food,” sanji chuckled, finally settling down from his outburst of laughter. he clutched his stomach and looked at [name] one more time before turning back around to check on the cooking food.

“you gotta find the all blue, sanji!” [name] cheered, making sanji chuckle as he tended to cooking the food.

in a couple of minutes, the meat that was being seared in the pan was presented in front of [name].

“here, pan seared dinosaur meat,” sanji lit up a cigarette, leaning back and blowing out the smoke, “i wasn’t able to really see how the food would end up tasting with the seasonings, so be honest. and for some reason, all the alcohol we use for cooking is gone…last i remembered we had at least three barrels, so that’s a shame.”

[name]’s eyes almost teared up at the mere smell of the food. then without wasting a second he dug into the dish.

the moment the dinosaur meat hit his tongue, he was almost completely folded over the counter. his head smacked down onto the table as he tried to preoperly process the different tastes.

“oi! what is it?!” sanji asked, poking [name]’s shoulder as [name] was still face down on the table.

then when [name] whipped his head up, the tears streaming down his face was then sparking sanji to be concerned.

“what happened?!”

[name] sniffled, shoving another spoonful of food into his mouth, “iz sho yummy, sanji!” [name] cried out, swallowing bits and pieces of the meat whole it almost looked like he wasn’t even chewing it.

sanji smiled at the obvious signs of enjoyment on [name]’s face, ruffling his hair to calm him down. his fingers were immediately drowned by [name]’s hair and he chuckled at the sensation. he rubbed his palm against [name]’s head a couple more times before pulling away.

“glad you like it!” sanji said, although he realized that: if he really wanted to know if the seasoning on the food was good or not, he probably should not have asked [name]. not to mention he was already hungry and the man seemed the type to eat about anything.

but still, the look of enjoyment on his face was a look that sanji never got tired of, as a chef.

in a couple of minutes, [name] finished the meal entirely and was eagerly waiting for what was to be served next.

“i have some meat roasting in the oven, which luffy usually likes the most, and then there’s a stew i’m waiting to finish as well,” sanji explained, motioning to the different dishes that were being prepared.

“so yummy!” [name] cheered, rubbing his stomach.

sanji nodded his head whilst also tending to the stew in front of him.

“has luffy been a handful as your captain?” [name] asked, seemingly in the mood to ask more questions as he waited for more food.

sanji scoffed, as if that was nothing but an understatement. “how much trouble have we been in just because of his actions…” his voice trailed off as he genuinely tried counting.

“haha! that’s so like luffy,” [name] said, a genuine grin on his face, “how many times i had to save his ass is more than i could count,”

“so he was always a piece of shit?” sanji joked, pleased when he heard [name]’s laughter echo in the kitchen.

“always!” [name] said, in confirmation.

“not hard to believe,” sanji hummed. but then as he was throwing in the pieces of diced up meat into the boiling stew, he felt a smidge of curiosity fill him. “so, how did you catch this? they’re marine life, aren’t they?”

“oh yeah, i plucked them up out of the water!” [name] said in a carefree manner.

“with your hands?” sanji asked, eyebrow raising up in shock.

“no, like this!” [name] simply moved his finger up and sanji was lifted off of the ground for a short moment. before [name] moved his finger back down and sanji’s feet were on the floor once again.

“what the hell was that!?”

“my power!” [name] said in a whimsical voice, before his smile fell into an unsure look on his face, “but i don’t really like it,”

“what is the power exactly?!” sanji shouted, still in stupor of how exactly that worked.

“eh, it’s a long story, though, and i’m hungry,” [name] whined, hoping sanji would drop the subject.

“that’s too outlandish to not think about,” sanji said, but seeing the hungry look on [name]’s face, he simply shook his head and turned back to the stove, “whatever, don’t do that again, though, it was weird,”

“it is weird, isn’t it?” [name] hummed, a smile on his face, but the tone he spoke with was rather off putting. sanji didn’t reply, not wanting to push the subject further.

the two continued to talk about several unrelated things, killing time as the food was not done yet.

[name] liked the atmosphere, and sanji would rather die to admit it, but he enjoyed it as well. getting to just talk to [name], and vice versa, was relaxing. it was funny though, whenever [name] would say something particularly funny just to rile the blonde up and sanji would have an outburst at him.

“hm, i wonder where the others are,” [name] said, licking his lips as he finished off the stew that was in his bowl. it was completely licked clean, making sanji huff in annoyance at the mess all around his face.

he used a napkin to clean the remainder of the food splashed across [name]’s cheeks, making the man grin in glee, “thanks, sanji!”

“maybe if you didn’t eat like a slob you wouldn’t have to thank me,” sanji sighed, folding the napkin and placing it back on the table. “but, that is a good question. the others should have been back by now.”

[name] looked at sanji in interest as the chef walked out of the kitchen. on instinct, he followed after him and made sure to take one last sip of water before leaving.

“ooh, are we going to look for them?”

“see if there’s something wrong, yeah,” sanji confirmed, jumping off of the side of the ship and [name] following after him.

“but the islands so big, we should just wait there for them,” [name] argued, but it seemed he wasn’t really fighting the idea of exploring as he was following sanji.

“if any harm came onto nami-swan or vivi-chwan and i was just back there on the ship sitting on my ass, i think i’d kill myself,” sanji said stoically, making [name] laugh at his seriousness.

“you really love women, huh?”

“women!” sanji shouted, pointing a finger at [name] and jabbing it into his forehead, “are the most prized beings to walk this earth! except maybe mermaids…! but!!! nami-swan and vivi-chwan are the most beautiful woman i’ve ever laid eyes on and i will die to protect them both!”

[name] laughed at the public display of one-sided affection and nodded his head mindlessly.

“are you saying you wouldn’t lay down your life to protect a woman?! that’s a shame for any man to admit!” sanji chastised, blowing out the smoke of his cigarette.

“i’m not saying i wouldn’t, but i’d need a reason,” [name] said, actually thinking about his answer, “i feel like - i would for nami since she’s apart of the crew, plus she’s a good navigator,”

“she’s the best, most beautiful navigator!” sanji reinforced, casually kicking down some plants that were in their way.

“vivi, hmm, i don’t really know her well, but she seems like a good and honest woman who cares for her people,” [name] thought out loud, “i’d try to not die if i had to save her,”

“vivi-chwan is the most selfless person on our ship! and she’s beautiful!” sanji proclaimed.

“you sure love calling them beautiful,” [name] chuckled, making sanji whip his head around with a glare. immediately, to dodge sanji’s fury, he spoke again, “not that i disagree, but maybe you should try a differnet approach in flattering them. if they hear the same nonsensical compliments given to them, that you give to any woman you see, you’ll simply seem like a…sleeze!”

sanji’s eyes twitched at the point [name] made and in retaliation, he simply brought his leg down to his [name] on the head.

“but i was just telling the truth!”

“i don’t want to hear any advice regarding women when it comes to you!” sanji shouted, waving his hand.

“hey, i know a whole lot about woman!” [name] argued, crossing his arms over his chest.

“right, right,” sanji said, not believing him.

“i’m telling the truth! there’s a very kind woman that taught me everything i need to know about respecting women back on my home island!” [name] said, but sanji wasn’t really listening. it seemed [name]’s defenses were going in one ear and out the other.

and just when [name] was going to continue fighting for his case, sanji stopped suddenly, making him bump into sanji’s back.

“hah? what gives?” [name] said, an annoyed look on his face.

“what’s this thing doing here?” sanji said, making [name] peak around his head to see that there was an odd structure.

when [name] scanned it over, he realized that it was hardened wax in the shape of a home. inside there was a lovely tea set that was surrounding the table, but really nothing else.

“boring,” [name] said in disinterest, pushing against the walls to see just how sturdy the makeshift home was. when he then tried punching it, despite it making the ground shake beneath them, there was no cracking in the wall.

“don’t go causing a ruckus for no reason!” sanji scolded, kicking him in the head once more.

then suddenly, there was a ringing sound heard. [name] jumped at the familiar sound, looking around for where it was coming from.

“pura-pura-pura-pura,” the monotonous ring sounded off.

“sanji answer it,” [name] said, pointing at the box.

“i know, i know, move over!” sanji pushed [name] away from the box and picked up the den den mushi inside. after he brought up the talking end from the snail, he greeted the caller, “heya, you called the damn restaurant. you want reservations?”

[name] stiffled his laughter, listening in closely for the response.

“quit fooling around, dumbass,” the gruff voice on the other end warned, “aren’t you a bit late with your report?”

[name] frowned, not liking the tone. very rude, in his opinion.

“oh, a report? and who might i be talking to?” sanji said back, not taken aback by the caller at all.

“it’s me, mr. 0,”

this for some reason made sanji turn serious. [name] just blinked in confusion. it was silent on both ends for a while before mr.0 spoke up again, “it’s been days since i issued my last order. what’s going on?”

“why the silent treatment?” the voice continued. “have you eliminated Princess Vivi and The Straw Hats?”

[name] grimaced at the question, about to speak up against the caller before sanji clamped his mouth shut with his open palm.

“yeah mission complete,” sanji said in a carefree tone, “i got rid of everyone who found out about your secret, so there’s no need to go after them anymore,”

“good, as we speak the unluckies are on their way to confirm your mission is complete and to delivery a certain package,”

“unluckies? package?” sanji asked.

“an eternal pose that points to the alabasta kingdom,”

‘score!’ [name] thought to himself.

“you and miss golden week will head to alabasta, the time has come. we’re about to begin our most important operation. details will be given when you arrive on alabasta, wait for my orders.’

‘this guy sure likes speaking in riddles, i don’t like riddles,’ [name] said to himself, crossing his arms over his chest.

just as [name] finished his thought there was as sudden clanking behind him and when he turned around he saw two barrels of guns being pointed directly at him.

he looked at them boredly, especially when he saw the sea otter suddenly whip out sea shells with knives on the end as his weapon of choice.

[name] took ahold of sanji’s collar and threw him under the table to duck fof cover.

“didn’t i tell you i don’t need you looking out for me?!” sanji cried out in annoyance, but [name] paid him no mind. the two were now leaned against the overturned table as a cover.

“stupid bird!” [name] cursed out, looking over the table to see that he was out of bullets, it seems. “take care of the otter!”

“don’t order me around either, shit for brains!”

[name] kicked the table out and made sure it hit the bird in the face before advancing to the wax window. the bird had lost its balance and was currently outside of the wax home. so [name] looked at it in distaste, pointed his open palm at it, and then scrunched up his fist.

mimicking his actions, the bird then was formed into a tight ball and compressed to half of its size.

“leave us alone!” [name] shouted, bringing his arm up into the air - the bird unwillingly following it its trapped state - and than slamming his fist into the ground, causing the balled up bird to drop a couple of feet down into the soil.

even if that didn’t finish it off, there was no way it could escape now seeing as the hole was only the size of its balled up form. it didn’t even have an inch to move if it wanted to.

when [name] turned around, sanji was still speaking to mr. 0. with his newfound annoyance and slight rage, [name] had the urge to take the den den mushi and give mr. 0 a piece of his own mind.

but finally, the two were done talking and [name] was free to punch the wax wall in annoyance. this time it really did break under the pressure, “stupid animals! sanji, i’m hungry!”

“that doesn’t relate at all, shit for brains! plus, you just ate a whole feast back on the ship!” sanji sighed, rubbing his forehead to ease a possible headache. “let’s just go back and find vivi-chan and nami-san,”

[ .ᐟ ] i genuinely think sanji and [name]'s dynamic is going to be my favorite ever to write- because here is some ... WOMAN-obsessed GUY thats going to FALL IN LOVE with another GUY, it's gonna be so good and funny. hopefully i deliver the best slow burn that i can with this concept + i love sanji

[ .ᐟ ] "putting on my music while i'm watching the boys" = putting on my music while you're watching your loyal cook - cook (sanji) you a whole three course meal, just the two of you on the ship alone.

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driftward · 21 days

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Title: FFXIV Write 2024 - 1. Steer Characters: Rating: Teen Summary: Is reality destiny? Notes: None

Infinite possibilities, in infinite permutations.

Massive concentric rings surrounded her, golden with symbols inscribed upon them, each rotating and spinning on its own axis, yet sharing space and movement with the others. Spheres floated among and between them, drifting, mapping paths, charting probabilities, a guide to every possibility in every permutation. A guide not to reality, but to infinities.

That was the easy part.

Figuring out how to direct it, that was the hard part.

Zoissette sighed, looking over her calculations. She touched a hand to the central control dais, and uploaded her latest work. Immediately the air above it lit up, as thread paths traced through time, probabilities sparkling like stars in their wake, starting from nothing and expanding out, some collapsing again.

She sighed again, watching as it ran. Already too long.

"I thought I might find you here."

Zoissette turned, to see Y'shtola floating effortlessly into the space, drifting downward, carefully avoiding the rings as they spun and the spheres as they orbited. She touched down gently, and walked forward, looking up to see the results of Zoissette's latest calculation.

Zoissette turned to face her, sagging against the control dais, and smiled tiredly at her. She may have been exhausted, but Y'shtola was ever prim, proper, the very image of a cultured and well put together scientist.

She herself probably looked a mess right this moment. But, they took turns, didn't they? Zoissette had fond memories of tucking a blanket around Y'shtola's shoulders as she drooled slightly on notes still unfinished and passages yet to be read.

Y'shtola lifted a hand into the twinkling cloud of computation, disrupting it as she pointed at the cluster of end states. "These should be highlighted, should they not?"

"Yes, I know, I know," groaned Zoissette, wiping her hand across the control surface and erasing the trace. "I am testing new axiom paths with my predictor."

"You might come to bed. A well rested mind would be better able to handle these puzzles you set yourself to, I would think."

Zoissette sat back, slouching in her chair, leaning her head back and closing her eyes. She felt warm hands on her shoulders, and thumbs begin to press into her back. "I still cannot make an algorithm that can predict which threads will self sustain and which will fail early. And if I run the simulations, sometimes I can watch as threads fail, but not see how."

Y'shtola fingers gripped the top of her shoulders, and Zoissette clenched her teeth and hissed gently as a thumb found a particularly knotted sore spot.

"I mean, I know how to make threads that I know for certain will terminate and how, but... there seems hardly any point to trying to run those. If the outcome is already predetermined, we do not learn anything from it that we cannot learn just from looking at it."

"If this were easy, we would not have a star mathematician working so diligently on it."

"Nor wasting your time and talents."

"I am here because I wish to be. You know this well."

"I know."

Y'shtola's fingers stopped, and Zoissette felt a kiss on her forehead, and she smiled.

"Alright," said Zoissette, sitting up. "You have convinced me."

"Ah, if only 'twas always so simple."

"I am not that bad."

"Not always."

Zoissette just huffed, as she put both hands on the control surface, and pushed it down gently. The rings around her slowed, the spheres gradually halting their orbits. She got up, and let Y'shtola take her hand, and they both began to walk to the edge of the platform, but Zoissette stopped, to look back.

"Something the matter?" asked Yshtola.

"What if we are the result of a machine like this?"

"This again? You worry overmuch about that."

"Ryss seems to think it likely."

"Ryssthota is also like to use her time on the machine tomorrow to see if she can generate threads that will combine with other threads to create a thread-destroying cataclysmic combination or some other such nonsense. She sees further than most, but as a result, does not always fully think through the consequences of the same."

"I just... I guess I am just wondering."

Zoissette looked down at Y'shtola's hand in hers. "If we are the result of such a machine, are we one of the predetermined threads? Or are we in one of the threads, running wild and free, to who knows what destiny?"

Y'shtola looked up at Zoissette, and smiled. She reached up, standing on her toes, to cup a hand to Zoissette's cheek, and look deep into her eyes.

"Know this," she said. "I believe full heartedly that whatever has happened to us, we chose this. I chose this. I fought for this. I fought for you, to have you at my side and to be by yours. What matters the opinion of destiny? Gravity seemed inevitable, too, until our people touched the stars."

Her eyes wrinkled with a touch of mischievousness. "As though any prediction could defy my will."

Zoissette reached up a hand, and touched Y'shtola's hand, and smiled back, tiredly. "Awfully sentimental of you."

"Perhaps. You do bring out the best in me, after all."

They lingered, until the moment passed. And then they began to walk together again, hand in hand, towards the edge of the platform, to their beds, to their rest.

"I suppose," said Zoissette, "I hope that in any thread where there is a recognizable you, and someone that is a recognizable me... I hope we always at least find one another."

"Gravity may not be inevitable," said Y'shtola, "But it pulls nonetheless. I hope for much the same."

"Is that not destiny?" asked Zoissette.

Y'shtola just smiled as they vanished off the edge of the platform, passing into the space beyond.

"Inevitability need not be destiny," she said. "I shall always chart mine own course."

In the space of the machine beyond the edge of reality, there was silence.

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gryficowa · 1 month

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Boycott!

Liberals are showing again that for them genocide is not a red line and they will continue to say that Trump will be worse for Palestine… Because it is clear that genocide is not bad enough for them to criticize their own party for supplying weapons to Israel

Seriously, being so blinded by the party of politicians and believing every lie they lie shows that liberals shouldn't even be allowed to vote because they believe every empty word a politician says…

But what should we expect from people who think that doing almost nothing is enough? Hello, what has Biden done for LGBT+ people and people trapped at the border? He was supposed to get rid of the wall, but he didn't, and he also supplies weapons to Israel (Same Harris), but for you, genocide would only be bad if Trump was to blame…

But what do you expect from people who are detached from reality and call everyone Russian trolls and use the text "Trump will be worse" (which is fucking cynical in the context of fucking genocide), or have the nerve to call someone stupid when they believe in the empty promises of fucking politicians

Choosing the lesser evil is still choosing evil, it shouldn't be promoted as a solution and it sucks that liberals are so closed in their own world that they can accept that their politicians are complicit in genocide as long as they consider them a lesser evil and that's it sucks, especially that liberals don't care about genocide as long as it is convenient in political matters for people to vote for their beloved party, and everyone who is critical suddenly becomes war criminals for them (Even though they choose the party that supports Israel and is Zionist…)

Harris is a bad person (For you, her silencing the strikers with a text about Trump should be a fucking red flag), she has a history of supporting Israel (Colonizer, propagandist and genocidal), so the fact that you are so naive that you believe that electing her will lead to a breakup US relationship with Israel is so fucking naive (And yes, you are stupid yourself because you bought the lies) that the fact that you promote it as fact shows how much you believe in propaganda

You liberals are simply the last ones to call others stupid and evil, because you are that way yourself

Now that I have your attention:

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hyenahunt · 6 months

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Obbligato: The Devotion to Tatsumi Kazehaya - 12

Writer: Akira

Season: Spring, three years ago

Characters: Kaname, Tatsumi, Jun

Proofreading: Remi + 310mc (JP) & honeyspades (ENG)

Translation: Peace & hyenahunt

Kaname: I hate the thought of living as part of someone else's identity, of not being recognized as my own person, so much that it makes my skin crawl to think of it.

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Kaname: ... I don't understand.

Tatsumi: Which part? I realize that this has been something of a roundabout explanation, but essentially these Catacombs act as my group's base of operations.

You could say it’s no different than an office.

We only gather in such a suspicious space because there is no other place we can come together. In truth, I don't believe we're doing anything particularly immoral at all.

Relatedly, whenever I try to gather elsewhere, I'm chased off by the other Special Students who claim I'm quite the eyesore.

They've even called the teachers and security on me before.

It seems that they don't like that "our company" is able to procure work, though that's only natural.

Tatsumi: However, because of that, they've been doing what they can to hinder us from obtaining any more. It's rather problematic. I've tried to appeal to them time and time again, asking why they don't simply join us.

They say there's strength in numbers, after all. If all those splendid Special Students who've already made their debut would join us, then they would shine even brighter than before.

Kaname: ... I still don't understand. How is it that those who aren't Special Students, your employees as you call them in this metaphor, are so happy to work under you?

No matter how diligent they may be in their own work, it only ends up being under your name, right?

Tatsumi: Yes, and I do find that quite unfortunate myself... To that end, I do try and introduce those involved with the work to staff and fans whenever possible.

Naturally, these things haven't been in vain, as it's turned out that there are some Non-Special Students who've been able to secure independent work of their own lately.

And in such cases, I am always there to lend a helping hand in whatever way I am able to.

We're all part of the same group, so we must support one another.

Kaname: But only a handful of them manage it, correct? The industry as a whole is going through a recession, and the overall number of jobs within it is steadily decreasing anyways—

Compared to the work secured as a whole within this “Leviathan” of a group, as Tatsumi Kazehaya, anything you received individually would have little reward or honor to it.

Tatsumi: Yes, that's true... I wonder if that's frustrating for them, since they seem to return with the intention of working as a group instead of independently.

However, I'd like them to continue working independently. By doing so, it's like allowing those who aren't Special Students to debut without Reimei Academy's permission.

As a result, the teachers don't look kindly on us...

Our clients, as well as the other Non-Special Students, have decided against working alone or being allowed to do so, possibly due to awareness of the situation.

Kaname: Even so, they've set their sights on being idols, haven't they? Anyone who wants to become an idol should want to be recognized as their own self.

To be loved as who they are, not as some— some part of Tatsumi Kazehaya.

At the very least, that's how I feel. I want to be loved for who I am.

Kaname: I hate the thought of living as part of someone else's identity, of not being recognized as my own person, so much that it makes my skin crawl to think of it.

Or am I the odd one for thinking that way?

Tatsumi: I'm not sure... I don't particularly have a strong sense of self either, after all.

Jun: Mmm... If I were to pick a side, I'd have to agree with HiMERU here~ Why's this gang of Non-Specials so perfectly content with their current situation?

Tatsumi: I'm not sure what to say to that—rather, I'd like to know their reasons as well.

Jun: As I thought, this group just doesn't sit right with me, personally. I can't wrap my head around it... It disgusts me, really.

Tatsumi: I believe that's going a little too far, Jun-san. No one has the right to deny any other person of something they wish to do.

Jun: I wouldn't go so far as to deny 'em, but I just don't want anything to do with these Catacombs.

Even if it means going unrewarded and trampled all over, I'd pick that any day over not being able to be myself.

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miss-spookhead · 2 years

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okay look: this blog may be deader than a doornail, but by god am i going to revive it so i can ramble on about a steddie how to train your dragon au

now hear me out--Eddie, obviously, is hiccup. an eccentric, outcast underdog of the highest degree. he may not be looking to prove himself like hiccup is, but the idea still works. what really matters is that he's different. he doesn't fit into the mold of what a dragon-killing viking should be, and maybe he takes a lot of pride in it.

what he doesn't take a lot of pride in, however, is his absolutely mortifying crush on Steve Harrington, the local dragon-slaying overachiever, chief's son, and all around air-headed jock whose confident douchebaggery has Eddie reeling at the very idea that he very much is attracted to him.

besides his humiliating crush on Harrington, Eddie sets his sights on two things more productive: discovering whatever there is to know about the dragons his village is so obsessed with killing, and aiding his uncle Wayne's blacksmith shop. and Eddie loves wayne, odin's beard he does--he calls Eddie his fucking son--but the old man puts a lot of belief on his beanpole excuse of a viking nephew.

like, wayne looks Eddie in the eyes with those sad, tired eyes of his, calls him son, and asks him to carry on his life's work. and who is Eddie to say no to him? he likes building shit. he has an eye for the artistic. he'd give the whole world to that old man just to make him the slightest bit proud of him.

case in point: he's hauling an actual catapult to the top of an empty hill in the middle of the night so he can give one of his newest builds a little test run. launch a spare bola into the forest, why not.

so, once he heaves the bola into the mouth of the catapult (which does a real number to his pissant limbs), his eyes wander to the inky night sky above him. they trace the blinking stars, and he feels this odd calm wrap around him. he can't even place the last time he's felt this at peace before in his life. it's never been so quiet.

he dashes the thought once he sees a blot of black nothingness engulf the stars, bit by bit in quick succession. like a shadow soaring through the night sky. something is out there.

a fucking night fury.

"shit." Eddie's hand slips, and down goes the lever. out goes the bola.

"shit!" clearly, it hits. a bellowing roar echoes from the sky, and there's a great rustle and thud as the dragon makes impact with the forest's trees.

Eddie stumbles backwards in shock. his mind is racing, positively buzzing like a hive of bees in his head. he hit a night fury. like, actually shot it down from the sky. using one of the bola catapults that he built.

now, Eddie, non-conformist that he is, wouldn't usually want to brag about taking down a godsdamned night fury with his own catapult to the common viking, Harrington be damned, but this. this is a real achievement. he can hold something above his stupid head and his beautiful hair. his ego demanded it.

and even if he wanted to stay tight-lipped about the situation, wayne still has to know.

and come the morning, he's got to prove it somehow.

"can't son," wayne says gruffly. he lugs the axe head he's been diligently hammering on into a bucket of cold water at his feet, then looks at Eddie with those droopy eyes. "someone has to keep shop, and I ain't discouragin' you from your little..." he trails off, yanking the steel from the bucket, "adventures."

frigg bless his heart for at least encouraging Eddie's bullshit, even when he's not an active participant. and maybe that's the worst part of their relationship, Eddie thinks, that wayne would very gladly shoulder all that burden, all that extra work just so Eddie could..well...be himself.

Eddie opens his mouth to argue, even when he knows his uncle is right, but wayne shakes his head. he's got a solemn look about him, worn and frayed on the edges. it shuts Eddie up real quickly.

it's a wordless agreement.

so, Eddie turns heel, ready to make his way to the forest, and promptly collides with Harrington. the asshole probably sidled up behind him to collect whatever weapon Wayne's making without even considering that his nephew was trying to goad him into seeing a night fury. which said nephew took down himself mind you.

whatever. asshole.

"odin's beard," Harrington huffs, running a hand through his, sigh, perfect hair, "do you ever watch where you're going, munson?"

"apologies for not making way for royalty, cheifling," Eddie snaps, and stomps off. he can practically feel Harrington's dumbfounded stare even when he's out of sight. chiefling. that's a good one.

what he really should be focusing on is the night fury in the forest. the forest that he's lost in. the night fury that he shot down that's in the forest that he's lost in.

jord help him.

"--and you really went and did it, Edward," Eddie mumbles to himself, tone manic. he digs the toes of his boots into the soil as he walks, "you hit a dragon and you fucking lose it. you do something right--then poof! gone into thin air!"

"classic. fucking. munson"-- he kicks a sizable pebble on the ground in frustration--"blunder!"

it makes impact with the trunk of a fallen tree.

no--the tree is snapped in half. like something heavy fell against it. like a dragon. like a night fury.

quickly, he stumbles over the broken tree, over a few rocks, and he finds the body of the night fury, bound at the legs by the launched bola.

it's still. dead still.

Eddie swallows, hand unsteadily reaching for the knife at his side.

the night fury is a stark black, sleek and scaly. Eddie imagines how smooth it would be if he slid grazed the dragons skin with his hand. atop its head is a smatter of grey spots, from the tip of its head to its snout. kind of like dust.

Eddie blinks.

it's so...fragile looking. and, gods, he fucking killed it.

"look at it," he whispers to himself, half in pride and half in utter, stomach churning despair. "look at what you've done."

breath caught in his throat, Eddie pokes the belly of the dragon with the toe of his boot, just to make sure.

its eyes shoot open, belly sucking in quickly as it takes a sharp breath. it's leg pushes against Eddie, shoving him backward onto his ass.

"shiiiiiiiit!" he chokes out, quickly bringing himself to his feet. his legs wobble like a newborn lamb, and he crowds his back against the rock behind him.

his stomach pools with fear, and obviously, he does what he does best--

Eddie's halfway through a pathetic attempt to climb over the rock to get the fuck out of there, when the night fury whimpers behind him. his head turns slowly, heart beating like war drums, and he finds the dragons eyes trained on him.

Eddie thinks he might die.

he slides down the rock, grunting as he lands on his feet, and he stalks carefully toward the beast. he's white-knuckling his knife as the night fury's eyes keep following him 'til he ends up at its feet.

chest heaving, Eddie raises the knife, and the night fury drops its head in defeat.

but Eddie resolves not to kill the dragon. instead, he takes the rope binding the night fury's wings and begins cutting it, putting a whole lot of elbow grease into the effort.

and when he's done, the dragon stirs, pushing Eddie to the ground with its front legs, the pressure almost crushing the bones of his shoulders into powder.

it roars, spittle landing all over his face, and Eddie screams in response. using his entire chest.

the night fury reels backwards in surprise, blinking rapidly, then staggers further into the forest, leaving Eddie in the dust.

Eddie's shaky hands meet his shoulders in an attempt to sooth the pain. the shock. the confusion of it all.

Eddie--he...he did something. something incredible. he built a bolas and shot it into the night sky and hit a night fury. something no other person has ever done. not even perfect Harrington and his perfect hair and his perfect resolve when slaying dragons.

he hit a night fury--black and spotty--and found it in the woods. near death.

and he freed it.

if he were Steve Harrington, would he have freed it? would he have felt a sliver of empathy for the creature, or would he follow in the footsteps of his father and put it out of his misery?

does Eddie even want to be like Harrington? no. he doesn't. not in a million godsdamned years. he may be beautiful and strong and capable, but Eddie is nothing like the chiefling. and he's proud of it.

Eddie stares out into the mess of trees in front of him, listens to the distant stomping.

without scooping up his knife, he turns and runs.

#the best part about this au is that it 100% can be applied to ronance as WELL #speaking of robin i will definitely find a place for her here #also if anyone can't tell toothless is supposed to be dustin. yes this will be expanded upon if I have the time #stranger things #stranger things 4 #steddie #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #eddie munson #steve harrington #wayne munson #dustin henderson #alternate universe #httyd

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chaifootsteps · 20 days

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Hello chai. SacAnime has ended, and with it I come bearing news on the goings-ons of the Hazbin/Helluva fandom within the real world. Note that unless I specifically say what my feelings regarding something are, I am giving this information neutrally. The reader can form their own opinion.

- I did not attend the panel, as it was very late (5 pm, my friend and I arrived at 11 am) and I simply do not have the stamina to make it through that long of a day. Because of this I have no comments on the panel, though if by some miracle someone else who sees this *did* go to the panel, I would appreciate any information they are willing to relay. That said, the panel WAS listed as 16+, and encouraged parental guidance for what was appropriate or not for their child. I personally disagree with this, if Hazbin wants to be an adult show it should be fully 18+, but this lines up with the 7 of 8 episodes that are 16+.

- There were fan meetups scheduled as well as fan panels, which I did not attend as I did not want to disrupt the experience of those who do enjoy the show. I will say that in the book listing, all of the fan panels and meetups were 18+ exclusive, which is good due diligence. How this was enforced I am unsure, but my guess is that they were allowed to use a room in the 18+ section of the con despite the meetups not being listed as part of that wing of the con.

- I would like to reiterate that this is an anime convention. Putting aside that Hazbin is not an anime (it was far from the only non-anime work there, Tom Kenny and the voice actors for Bandit and Chili from Bluey were also featured guests) I find it supremely funny that the latest short, Weeaboo-boo, was released Saturday. The day Viv and other assorted Hazbin cast members were set to host their panel. I have no clue if this was intentional or not, but something to think about.

- As there was a Hazbin panel, many people cosplayed as Hazbin (and Helluva) characters. I am pleased to say that I did not see any repeats of the blackface incident.

- However. I did see at least four children (oldest being perhaps eleven? It's sometimes difficult to tell) and the youngest being closer to six or so. They were accompanied by parents, though for one of the kids I saw the parent was not in Hazbin cosplay of their own, suggesting this was a personal choice for the kid (this was for the oldest kid if I'm remembering correctly). It's also entirely possible there were more than the four children in Hazbin cosplays, as I am one person and some days, *especially* Saturdays, are busier than others, making it difficult to pick people out of a crowd. Goes doubly for kids, since they are much shorter.

- While walking the vendor hall, I happened to overhear one of the parents (a mother, I presume, but I could be wrong) talking with a vendor who must have brought up their concern with the child's cosplay being related to Hazbin Hotel. The parent responded by saying the child doesn't watch the show, and she only knew the characters and the songs. Personally I find this concerning, as some of the songs are very vulgar, and some songs are especially unsuitable for kids (Poison and Loser, Baby come to mind due to subject matter).

Other than this, all con-goers were respectful enough (that I saw), and the same goes for the artists who were selling Hazbin merch. Honestly the worst experience I had at the convention this time around was with a group of older teens who were taking a VERY long time at a booth because they couldn't decide what to buy, while I was already sure of what I wanted. Very mild, however, and they were not Hazbin fans (to my knowledge; they were not in cosplay and had no Hazbin merch). Hopefully this gives people who may be concerned about HH/HB fan behavior at cons (especially after the blackface incident) a more well rounded opinion and offers some perspective.

Thanks for the info from the outside world! I've got some thoughts about this as well, but I'm going to follow your example and just put it out there objectively for everyone to draw their own conclusions.

#tommycorriander #viv stuff #actual blog post

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silvery-orchid · 2 years

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pearl.

YAN! DOTTORE X READER

synopsis: your relationship with the second fatui harbinger is odd in more ways than one. but, you refuse to let him lie about your own humanity. warnings: yan! but not traditional captivity, mentions of scalpels and knives + experiments, very suggestive at parts, toxic relationship, reader is gn! but mentions of wearing hospital gowns, 1.4k.

for exactly three years now this has been going on. for exactly three years ever since dottore found you the two of you have been at a standstill. dottore keeps insisting how you are not human and you, with all of your might, keep claiming differently. dottore cannot be right and you won’t allow him to be. you are human completely and you have to be – only humans are this adaptable for their survival.

dottore still disagrees. he reminds you how yes, humans can get lost in the time of it all, but the only reason you know that it has indeed been 3 years is because he lets you mark a calendar. you do it diligently. he provided you your own room – grander than the ones for his regular....‘experiments’ you call them as such instead of fellow humans because it makes you feel more distant. he lets you use whatever ink you wish to cross out the days passing but he reminds you that, if by some chance, he was interested in your perception of time – he would find ways to mess with it easily. he also says someone truly human wouldn’t create that distance by calling others he uses only experiments but you claim it is a natural defence mechanism humans create to subdue the trauma. dottore rolls his eyes and carries on with whatever he was doing to you prior.

you couldn’t help but ask him one day about his own humanity. it was raining outside; the impactful sound of the rain drops made you more curious while he was emptying a syringe and taking off his white gloves.

‘do you consider yourself human, dottore?’ he let you address him without the title. in your mind, he did so because humans crave to be called by their names. egotistical but meaningful amongst many human habits.

‘oh, are you unable to cope with you not being one so now you are starting to question my own humanity?’ ‘i am a human. that should be clear to you after 3 years. but what about you?’ ‘i am a human that traded his humanity. that is all.’

and he said it so nonchalantly before he left the room that it caused you to shiver. it wasn’t the hospital gown or the cold room that led to that; deep down you knew.

your situation was quite odd. you were living in a better and cleaner room than the rest, you were able to go outside and take walks and enjoy food or art that you wanted and with it all; you still were not free. he was the second fatui harbinger, the source of your main grieving – emotional and physical – and you still did not even think about leaving.

something deeper inside of you made you stay. it wasn’t love or anything as foolish as that, you were not attached to him – some deep part of you wanted to prove that man just how wrong he was. he traded in his humanity for knowledge – just imagined how he would fall to his knees after making that wrong assumption about you.

you were human and the heretic doctor was wrong. he had to be. you didn’t fight back when he took your blood or when he told you to participate in his experiments. you didn’t fight back when he would feed you from his own hand or by making your tongue curl up around the fork. you didn’t fight back when he would use a scalpel or the kitchen knife to open up your shirt and proceed to fuck you.

why? there was no need to. his ultimate demise would be being wrong about you. treating him nonchalantly and not resisting would cause him more pain in your mind. it doesn’t matter what others thought of you. in your humanity, you would persist.

but truly, you knew just how wrong some things were. you do not remember your life prior to the fatui. capitano was the one who found you wandering around in a forest (of which nation? you do not know). he was the one to take you in and train you at first. dottore just showed up one day, whispered something into capitano’s ear and within the next hour you were transferred into the hands of this man who claimed to have a fascination with you.

the first thing he ever told you was that you were not a human. something about delusions and the power that accelerates aging and how you should have showed symptoms but never did. in all honesty, you couldn’t find it important enough to care. he also made comments about your pain tolerance and just how resilient to were. something told you he was the one who wanted to inflict unimaginable things upon every fascination he had – it was just too bad you were one of them. serving under capitano was easier – he never made you question your humanity.

for 3 years now dottore has been trying to prove you were an anomaly. but it didn’t matter how many blood tests he ran, how many concoctions you’ve had to swallow, how many of his touches you’ve felt – he has failed to provide concrete evidence. you were just a human, unaffected by delusions – a stronger human than the rest – and you continue to believe so.

in reality, dottore does not know what you are. are you a doll created by some technology so advanced he cannot recognize? are you a remnant of a past time that has taken on a human form? perhaps you are a homunculus or a segment of someone? you wish all those questions would drive him crazy, you wish they would make him desperate and hasty – but he continues on with it time after time. like he has all the leisure of this world – like he isn’t an egotistical bastard who tortures you just to prove a wrong hypothesis.

3 years and 12 days was marked on the calendar today. you are once again in his lab, wearing a see-through hospital gown. you’ve read a new book – it makes you think of a comment.

‘well, doctor...’ is how you start and dottore resists the urge to jab the needle in harsher because he knows you deliberately used his title to create a reaction. ‘i’ve read a book last night’ , you continue and dottore throws the needle into the bin ‘that would describe this situation as me being a diamond in the rough.’

you look so proud of yourself, so amused at your own comment that dottore simply has to laugh. it makes you roll your eyes and you want to get off the table onto your own feet but his hands on your hips keep you in place.

‘a diamond? really? is that truly how you see yourself?’ ‘yes. i do not see why you felt the need to laugh.’ ‘hmm, tell me, do you know how pearls come to be?’ his hands have started to rub circles into your hips now.

you bite your tongue. the truth is, you don’t know. you know where they are found, how expensive they are and how people kill for them. but you don’t know how they come to be.

‘i suppose you will enlighten me.’ ‘they are formed from a single grain of sand or a wayward food particle. just a single grain can get trapped in the oyster and when it does it gets wrapped upon strings of saliva and through that process – a pearl comes to exist.’ ‘so instead of a diamond, i am a pearl to you?’ ‘utter nonsense.’ his fingernails are digging into your hips now and his smirk stretches out. ‘you are an oyster. what i have been trying to find for these three years is the pearl inside of you.’

it makes you mad. you can feel the anger flushing all the way to your fingertips.

‘then what are you dottore? huh?’ this time dottore doesn’t laugh. instead, he pushes you down onto the table again completely, before he gets on top of you. with all of his messed-up nature, he finds this the perfect time to kiss your lips. he continues to trail kisses down your neck and just when he gets to your collarbone, he stops to look down at you. ‘isn’t it obvious?’ his red eyes were never this deep of a color. ‘i am the knife that will break you open to find that pearl.’

a/n: you do not understand how feral my dreams about this man actually are !!

#yandere genshin x reader #yandere dottore #dottore x reader #genshin x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere dottore x reader #genshin impact #genshin imagines #orchid writes.#il dottore #il dottore x reader #dottore x you

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