#oh lord its so weird to tag that again

[redpapercraness]

man i'll be honest i skipped sonic forces because i didnt like the snippets that i'd heard, but i figured i'd give the story a fair shot so im watching the story on youtube . bro this game SUCKS

like not even in a kinda guilty pleasure way . why did they massacre every single character's personality,, never in my life did i think i would want sonic to shut the fuck up but i heard "it's been GENERATIONS since i've seen you" and i fucking LOST IT. i could write a whole essay on what this game couldve been but people better than me have probably already done so,,,,

[pinescent-and-gingerbread]

Hi, how you doing, luv? I saw your requests were open so here I am!

I told this idea to a friend and we liked it so much I needed to see it written, and I love how you write Arthur!

I don't usually request/like low honor Arthur but hear me out! Low honor Arthur with a female reader and he's user her as his alibi whenever he goes on a killing spree. But she happily applies, smiling at the officers when she gets questioned like "it ain't him officer. how do I know that, you say? he was with me the whole time🤭" while Arthur quietly cleans the blood splatters off his guns

Samy!! Here it is!! I really hope you'll like it😭 Also, hell yes, what an ask! Loved writing it. Makes me want to write more Low!Honor. And ngggh the best compliment ever telling me you love how I write him I can't

˖✧ Pretty lies

✦ Pairing: Low!Honor Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader  ✦ Warnings/Tags: Blood (obviously), guns, cursing, canon era speech, ending is suggestive. Therefore, MDNI, please! ✦ Words: 1,8k ✦ a/n: Okay so, this is my first attempt ever at a Low Honnor Arthur. I guess I just made him bolder, extra cocky+extra flirty? Hope it’ll fit! ALSO, as always, English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if anything sounds weird. Please if you notice any mistakes, reach up to me! ✦Credits. First pic is from Reddeadcomfort on Pinterest, gun pic from Pinterest too. Second one from my playthrough; blood stains and dividers by me.

Arthur’s violence wasn’t a secret to anyone. Not to anybody in camp, not to you, certainly not to himself. 

Not even to numerous people at this point, considering the large number of poor fellas who had the bad luck to cross him and ended up beaten to a pulp, covered in bruises, head in a drinking trough, riddled with bullets, or even worse.

But you loved him, no matter what. You knew about his flaws. Knew about his brutal, crude side. But around you, this heated aura was turning into something else entirely. And you liked it.

So, when a panting Arthur had rushed to you on the porch of Strawberry’s hotel, blood covering his entire self, face and hair included, blue eyes shining sapphires in a tide of rubies, you weren’t that surprised. You were even less when he asked you to be his alibi for whatever the Hell he just did, as he had taken the habit of doing lately. Lying for Arthur’s crimes could have looked like an immoral thing to do, but as a member of the gang too, you clearly weren’t a saint either.

And you really were enjoying this little game.

The subtle grin Arthur had every time you would lie in front of the police for him, asserting with absolute conviction you had been together all day. The rosy tone his cheeks, ears and neck were displaying when you felt bolder and added some details in your alibis. Details about fake, steamy nights or afternoons you were supposed to have shared, swearing to the Lord you had the unholiest of times together. Oh, the look he was giving you. Knowing, amused, dreamy and so, so proud and debauched. Lustful, even.

You were sure he was enjoying it too.

“Alright, I’ll cover for you again. But at least go take a bath, I can’t do miracles.” You ordered him, a devilish smile on your face. 

“Thank you, sugar.” Arthur quickly answered, his voice just a low, breathless mumbling, barely letting you distinguish his words.

He quickly entered the hotel and you heard the receptionist gasp from where you were. You chuckled to yourself, imagining his outraged face rapidly losing all its composure under Arthur’s hard gaze piercing through the layer of blood, ordering him to prepare a bath as gently as if he was doing a hold-up.

Poor man must have liquefied on the spot.

You leaned against the patio’s fence and breathed in the fresh late afternoon air of Strawberry, alpenglow golden and rosy on top of the mountains, a peaceful scenery under your eyes. Contrasting with the horror and brutality Arthur must have left in his trail.

He was quick to join you again, looking fresh and neat as if he were a completely normal gentleman. His messy hair and dirty beard long gone, a nice black shirt, shiny boots, and a scout jacket on, probably to match Strawberry people's clothes. 

The only things that hadn't benefited from a change were his eternal Gambler hat and his holster and revolvers, both still painted with blood stains, a red and morbid Appaloosa coat on shiny metal.

“Policemen won’t be too long to arrive. ‘Hid my face but they chased me down all the way from Flatneck Station.” He informed you, voice calmer and shoulders less tensed.

“What the Hell were you doing there?”

“Robbin’ a train.” He replied with a cocky grin, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“More like slaughterin’ a train, uh?”

“Smart mouth.” He retorted, amused by your remark. “Too many of ‘em bastards had irritated me.”

“And how much did you get exactly?”

“Seven hundred.” His smirk widened as he patted his satchel, which was probably full of stolen money.

“Damn, Arthur! All by yourself? You never cease to impress me.”

His eyes wrinkled in a genuine smile, a rare sight. He didn’t add anything, silence enveloping both of you, as often in his company. But you knew he had loved your praise. 

Arthur casually sat on one of the chairs behind you, legs open to be more comfortable, and took his guns out of his holster, as relaxed as if he had sat to draw in his journal.

He knew the Law had absolutely no proof against him, and that you were charming enough to lead them up the garden path as easily as if they were children. 

As he had planned, two terribly worn-out lawmen arrived, clothes soiled and face tired. It looked like they didn’t have the time to take a good bath contrary to your companion, probably interrogating the whole town before arriving here. One of them, the shorter of the two, climbed up the wooden stair treads and spoke.

“Sir, Missus. We’re searching for a dangerous criminal. He has been described by several witnesses as a tall man with broad shoulders, brown hair, blue eyes, and a black leathered hat…” His words slowed down and turned into a whisper at the end of his sentence, lost in the air, as his gaze landed on Arthur. His eyes narrowed realizing he matched the description perfectly.

“Oh, I’m really sorry, officer, we haven’t seen anyone like this…” You said with your most angelic smile, your body turning politely from the fence to face the policeman.

You were now standing right next to Arthur who didn’t look bothered at all. 

All the contrary, he had given a simple salute by nodding his head to the man, the tip of his hat shaking nonchalantly in his direction, and had begun cleaning his guns, blood visible like porcelain dipped in a vibrant red paint.

The officer frowned, clearly not convinced.

“You, where were you-

“Him? He was with me all day officer."

He does not believe you. Yet. You took his arched eyebrow as a personal invitation to give him a good show:

"To tell you the truth, we’re on our honeymoon here, so we took the time to enjoy our day together…”

While speaking, you put a hand on Arthur’s shoulder, to emphasize your words, to look convincing. But you would have lied to yourself telling you weren’t appreciating this, fingers caressing his muscles through the thick jacket, traveling innocently to his neck where you brushed the base of his hair, just underneath his hat, pampering him as if he was a cat.

And Arthur? He had the biggest shit-eating grin you've ever seen on his face. He loved it, the pure audacity of it all, your teasing touch on the back of his head, his own hands busy with his guns, oil and piece of fabric wiping the fresh remnants from his killing spree of a few hours ago, in the most carefree way possible, all of it under the Law’s nose.

A rush of adrenaline spread through him, tingling and warming his body. He tried to fight his own blood from gathering more and more between his legs, but after all, looking all giddy would just make it all more convincing, right?

“But this man really looks like…” The policeman tried to object, before being cut by you once again.

“Officer, I assure you we was here all day…” You asserted, honeyed voice soft to the ears, eyes as innocent as a dove.

“Oh, except for this morning though, we was out. We tried this really special spot, you know? The one in the mountains, where you can bathe in these hot springs… We had a good time there, didn’t we, honey?” You fibbed with perfection, adding even more details to your tapestry of lies.

The hand you had on Arthur slowly pushed his head against your chest, his face ending up cheek against your cleavage. His devilish smirk almost cracked from widening, and the tip of his ears got all red and hot. You could feel it against your skin, both of you relishing in your juvenile, corny lovers play.

Inside, he felt like he was on top of the World right now.

“Yes baby, ‘t was definitely a good time…” Arthur agreed, playful eyes adverting from his revolvers to look at yours from down there, his slightly crooked teeth visible through his gigantic grin.

“A-arlight, I erm…” The lawman coughed, visibly uncomfortable because of your behavior and finally convinced by your pretty little speech. “I’ll leave you to… To "it" then. Good evening Sir, Ma’am.”

He walked back to his colleague who had smoked a cigarette while waiting for him. Arthur and you kept on playing your naive role until both of them were far enough, the last echo of their conversation sounding exceedingly comical into your ears:

“Shit, we lost this asshole…”

 “Told you this couldn’t be him. Who would be stupid enough to strut around right next to the sheriff’s office?”

Yeah, who would be, uh?

You giggled a bit, eyes still locked on the stupid man in question. He hadn’t stopped smiling the whole time, a low chuckle shaking his chest, joining yours.

“This was a close one. You’re getting more and more reckless…” You warned him gently, hand still wrapped around his head.

“But you, on the other hand, are a brilliant actor, darlin’.” He added, his deep voice showing a hint of amusement and mischief. “And you're getting bolder too. A honeymoon, really?”

“The damn bastard wouldn't let it go…” You shrugged with an innocent smile.

It looks like he was comfortable like this because he wasn’t making any effort to pull away from your soft flesh. All the contrary, a sneaky arm curled up around your waist, pushing you onto his lap, his guns and the piece of fabric ending up on top of your thighs.

“Ya know, alibis are fun an’ all but… Maybe we could have a good time for real, sometimes.” He whispered in your ear, big hands handling you gently, one resting on your legs, the other holding your back.

“Yeah? You tired of lying, Arthur?”

“Am tired of doin’ nothin’ while havin’ the most gorgeous woman in town pretendin’ to be my wife…” His thumb slowly strokes your thighs while answering in a low, passionate tone.

This wasn’t just pretty lies anymore. His voice wasn’t joking, it was filled with desire; his hands warm and demanding on your body.

“Mmh… I see… Maybe we could actually book a room here for the night then…” You answered in the same quiet register, betraying your own needs.

One of your hands grabbed his guns, the other the blackened piece of fabric damped with oil, and you finished cleaning up his revolvers for him, fingers delicate and attentive.

His eyes are locked on your hands and their movement, completely hypnotized by them, his ears turning entirely red, this sanguine color spreading less and less subtly on his face and chest too.

You can't help but notice the hardness growing between his legs, pressing under your body. 

And he can't wait for the moment when this won’t be the barrel of his gun you'd be holding and caressing between your hands…

“Sounds pretty good to me, “Missus Morgan”.”

[kit-williams]

So I read your piece about Honsu. That would be great. And you know, we joke and analyze about fetishes, kinks and sexual attraction in Astartes.

But! I think it's pretty weird that traitors didn't return sexual attraction to Space Marines…

Since the lack of sexual desire is due to the fact that the Emperor did not want a new species to appear. But traitors consider themselves above mortals, so why not return sexual desire to them? GW has lost so much potential.

Well, yes, it will be very funny to watch how traitors would cope with new emotions. Those who have had sex or know about it, will immediately figure it out.

But the rest… I imagine how they look at women like crazy maniacs, not knowing what to do or what to say. Given their psyche and testosterone, their heads will simply explode from emotions.

If before they simply killed and tortured mortals, they were irritated by weakness. Now they suddenly started to like it. Are you crying? Your tears will be wiped away and you will be told that you are beautiful. In the most horrible way.

Are you pregnant? Will you name the child after him? Have you given birth yet? Now breastfeed quickly, and the Astartes will watch.

And courtship?

The Night Lord will give you human hearts and cloaks of leather.

The Emperor's Children will read you their poetry and sing. But since this is Slaanesh, prepare for vulgarity.

Iron Warriors: romance is kidnapping you and locking you in a cage.

And yes. All. All Space Marines will make you watch them fight and kill. Because it is sexy.

And so begins the Space Marines' Human Husbandary. An extremely creepy and scary thing…. I'll write about it one day.

Listen Honsou was just speeding things up when he was making the Demonculaba; you can't look at that thing and be like "there's some psychosexual things to be unpacked here."

Did you know that there's roughly 350ish generations within the span of 10,000 years (I have a feeling if chaos wasn't fucking around there would be a new species... then again Bile made his New Humans and basically unleashed them into populations

But you are right the traitors will have to deal with it first and I can imagine that it hits them suddenly since its so new and Space Marines are experts in handling new sensations.

But it might also be a difference between falling to chaos and simply turning traitor which one might activate that feeling earlier while the other is more of an ability to indulge that curiosity. Either way I hope these satisfy I know for some of them I could write something longer... it's probably obvious what ones I could

(1) sorry it took so long to do these and 2) sorry I went fuckin ham as there are 6 blurbs here )

tw: dubious consent, noncon, bone breaking, abduction, every single one of these is a traitor/chaos marine so that general unpleasantness so please let me know if I need to tag something

The Plague Marine could not figure out why his eyes remained on the female thralls and cultists... he didn't trust himself not to hurt them anymore. He was thankful for his helmet being on most of the time as the intense look in his eyes surely made them all cower and fear till...she got too close and he couldn't stop. He at least stopped before he fully broke all her bones... Grandfather would help him... Grandfather knew what was afflicting him. As while she was this pathetic mewling and weeping thing in his grasp he wanted to crush her again.

She was desperately crawling away as of course she would get hurt and have to be left to die. Oh she didn't want to die in the torturous way they would think up for her. He knew she didn't want to die... all prey didn't want to die and yet they knew all up until that last moment of life. He could practically hear the wild heartbeat and the way her wide prey like eyes locked onto his form as she let out the most beautifully frightened scream as the fallen Raven Guard barrels toward her. But before his claws sink in he skids to a stop and he watches her bite her bottom lip till it bleeds to stop the shrieking. His black eyes are fixated on the tears rolling down her cheeks like raindrops... his mutated palm wiping away those tears with the wet skin feeling so soft to him. His warped voice croons softly, his voice a breathy whisper, "You're so beautiful." He grins as she just starts to scream again.

He didn't need a bed slave... he was beyond that as blood shed was all he needed but he took you for a moment of relief... frail and weak thing that was destined to die in a myriad of horrible ways. But he liked the feeling of you around him... he liked you being a pathetic sad thing. He liked the way you bled and cried... till you stopped bleeding one day and grew fat with his young... he didn't need you... and yet you feel so good around him... and whatever you leaked from your breast felt good upon his tongue.

Courtship? I think you mean them just doting upon you and giving you attention.

You were so alone at this point that it was hardly safe to simply exist... ever since you got that first heart and the entire perfectly skinned human cloak everyone started to avoid you and the hearts and leather didn't stop... you're going to die... you know it you're going to die and you think it as you're hiding and weeping when behind you comes a Night Lord. He coos to you petting your head as you feel so numb you take the comfort just praying to anyone bothering to listen to have him make it quick. "Mmm you're clinging to me so tightly... are you scared? Do you need someone to protect you?" You don't know why you nod as you just hope you die soon. "At least I know you've enjoyed my gifts," He croons watching you finally react with dread horror as he just grins down at you and yet you do not struggle to pull away. Its over for you and you just accept your fate....

He sings to you as you lay there a quivering mess... just a tryst he tells himself as his fingers move up your spine having claimed you as his prize from another brother. He had grown tired of the cacophonous noise that spewed from his now dead comrade and he was only now just indulging in the soft noises you made. The panting and whimpering as his song was soft and low with tantalizing lyrics interspersed. You looked prettier covered in blood... with that fight left in your eyes as you rage against the inevitable end and he at the end of his perfected blade would have given it to you had that battle brother not interrupted. You should have died in such perfected death but he supposed it had been far too long since he indulged himself. And instead of quivering from blood loss and pain you quivered from overstimulation and pleasure. He deserved a nice little treat for his centuries of perfection...

You looked so sad simply attached to the repugnant mortal how your pretty eyes were dimmed and glazed the smile on your face fake. But not to him. You only tried the half hearted attempts to seduce him as you were ordered. You looked so relieved when all he wanted to do was hold you... that breathy thank you. Oh he was certain you would thank him soon enough. You didn't bother to run as you hid in the room that you could never seem to escape... no one would bother to save a body slave much less one of your rank you were at most a warm body to be enjoyed. You had hidden yourself in the back of the closet amongst the gaudy and billowing fabric outfits... you had seen the Astartes check the room before leaving and you had hopped that he was gone. But what luck did someone like you have as he came back and you recognized that crooning voice, "What a good girl... staying right there." It was the Iron Warrior that simply held you instead of fucking you... you hugged your knees tighter as the chains in his hand looked heavy and all you could do was watch in horror as he got closer... and closer... and the little voice inside of you hoped he wouldn't hurt you.

Oh if you do write the human husbandry please tag me I dont think I've got it in me to do it justice.

@bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog

@thevoidscreams @barn-anon @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @squishyowl

@nekotaetae @sleepyfan-blog @remembrancer-of-heresy

[jwirecs]

RECOMMENDED BTS FICS OF NOVEMBER 2023💖

hello, hello! here are my bts recs of november! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers 💝

** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **

🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite

Bad Boy || @i-am-baechu🔞💕💔✅💯💯💯

↳ Yoongi has been best friends with Namjoon since he was seven. He knew his little sister was always off limits but Yoongi never followed the rules. (we love it when siblings are supportive of them crushes. we gotta give respect to yoongi for not pursuing his crush to not risk his friendship with namjoon. but also props to namjoon for not getting pissed off when they finally got together though.)

Partner Privileges || @7ndipity💕✅💯

↳ (imma need me a man to give me partner privileges like this yoongi right here. like my man yoongi is a whole ass softie. i love it.)

Sharp Teeth || @dearly-somber💕💔🔄💯💯💯

↳ Jungkook—a love struck puppy pining for Y/N’s affection. Y/N—an obvious, hard-headed tsundere too thick to realize a shifter likes her. What could go wrong? (i have a HUUUUUUUUGE soft spot for fantasy fics (mainly werewolf fics and stuff, and i solely blame my 13 year old self watching twilight LOL). like if you are writing a werewofl/hybrid/shifter fic just know that is going to be automatically be in my reading list. when i came across this one, oh lord have mercy. read all of them in one sitting PLUS its still ongoing to. imma have a field day with this one i know it.)

Finding Your Boyfriend Sleeping In Your Hyperfeminine Pink Room || @rrjkive💕✅

↳ (theres no summary, but we just gotta love soft jungkook you know. like with the live of him just sleeping on live is freaking adorable and you can literally picture this big ass man with THAT HELLO KITTY THATS IN HIS LIVING ROOM and the man is just hugging that sht to death while sleeping.)

Five More Minutes || @7ndipity💕✅

↳ Anon Req: "Having to stand up in the morning with yoongi but not wanting to. cuddling and trying to stay in bed as long as possible instead" (i love soft yoongi, in this world, alternative world, ANY WORLD LIKE SOFT YOONGI IS SUPERIOR.)

Was It Better? || @gyukookswhore🔞✅

↳ Jungkook has been acting weird lately in bed, but your not complaining about it or are you ? (you know how it was literally no nut november for fics, well, lets just say that half of these fics on this list is literally smut. that says a lot. aka i clearly did not get the memo since i read mostly smut LOL. but this fic, is so detailed that i could read it again ngl.)

Wonderstruck || @jinkookspencil💕✅

↳ jungkook convinced his fearful girlfriend to try out a rollercoaster at the funfair… (honestly the ask that was sent to op was perfect. like stop this sht is fcking cute. got me giggling in bed kicking my feet and sht.)

Animal Farm || @joonberriess🔞✅

↳ (there was no summary, but holy jesus, this was literally a wild ride. like without reading the tags and tw, but the title alone, i thought this was going to be a lil cute fic about farming you know. BUT NO THIS WAS NOT ABOUT FARMING WHAT SO EVER BUT THIS WAS A WILD WILD RIDE. i say give it a read if you are like me who forgets to read the tags and tw (which is prob not a good thing) but its a suprise everytime i read something.)

Biker!Kook || @lustfuldevils💕✅💯

↳ (there was no summary exactly, but lets just say that im a sucker for biker!kook + reader. whether the reader is like innocent type or just a regular...person??? like personality wise you know. i dont know if that made any sense, but you know what im talking about..hopefully)

Every Little Thing || @7ndipity💔✅💯

↳ When you overhear Yoongi talking about how clingy you’ve been lately, you decide to take a step back from your friendship to give him space. But your sudden absence goes far from unnoticed by him. (i like to torture myself by reading angst that makes me feel sad and sht. honeslty love this one + im pretty sure theres like 3-4 fics from this op on this list. hi just wanted to say that i love your writing.)

Forest Bride || @flowerwrites06🔞💕💔✅💯💯💯

↳ The business transaction of a marriage between two previous warring clans takes an unexpected turn. (i love how yoongi automatically became protective over oc while she was slightly closed off due to their past experience. like all hail yoongi.)

Lost & Found || @theharrowing💕💔✅

↳ Taehyung just wants to be left alone. Too bad you need a place to stay. (i honestly love fics where its told from the members pov. like it gives us a chance to read about what they would do and say (even if its fiction you know) like it gives us a different pov then other fics where its mainly through a third-person pov or like the readers pov. love this)

My Alpha || @btsbrat🔞✅💯

↳ you discover that the soon to be alpha, Jungkook, is your destined mate. However, your story takes an unexpected turn when Jungkook rejects the mate bond. (i honestly thought that this fic wouldve been longer, you know just to prolong the rejection and what jk would do, but this pace is also good too. i hope that op makes a longer version where it involves like the in between you know! not that op has to make a longer ver, i also love this ver too!)

Of Storms and Vampires || @wishesunderthestars💕💔🔄💯

↳ During the worst storm you have witnessed in your life, a bat crashes on your window. When you bring it inside your cottage to take care of it, you realize it isn't simply a bat but a baby vampire. Your past has come back to haunt you because Jungkook's sire is no one else but Min Yoongi, who you had left behind when you disappeared five years ago. (this is still currently ongoing but i havent read many vampire!bts fics BUT lets just say, bats be cute and sht but deadly. cant wait to read the future chapters. also this is first chapter isnt rushed or anything so it def caught my reading eye for sure. went at a nice pace, not too fast, not too slow which i love)

Do check out all of the other BTS Fics that i have reblogged as well!!

** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **

[omar-rudeberg]

Hi Lili! I just wanted to say that I love your fics and I've re-read them multiple times each and they still feel just as special in a re-read as they do the first time around. Inside is no exception. It was so beautiful, loving, but heartbreaking and devastating at the same time (I even shed a tear – or five). It really feels like you just get Wilmon, you know?

And it got me wondering how you think their first time having sex once they're back together (for good now) would happen post episode 6. Like in terms of their feelings and would it be rushed or slow, etc. I'm just really curious about your thoughts on the matter :)

Thank you for sharing your beautiful words and thoughts (even in tags) with us 💜

hello my beautiful beautiful human bean what a love letter you've left me ?! hearing you like and are moved by and go back to my silly little words? wild. astounding. unbelievable. thank you for reading & thank you for coming here to tell me. ahhh 'get' wilmon !! is there any greater accomplishment !! i sure hope you keep feeling this way !!

i've been pondering your second question for so long and i've landed somewhere i hope you agree with...

(fuck me this got more detailed than i bargained for, here have a read more whoopsie daisy)

i have this gut feeling that the first time they have sex post-canon (wild that we can now call it that !!) is ... weird. different. i don't know i can't really explain it, but why i think so is that their intimacy has always been this like, almost homing beacon for their relationship you know? it's been a northern star, a sturdy monolith of everything they feel and need from the other that they can't put into words, a balm that soothes any rough edges that arise from the many many incompatibilities of their individual existences.

it's been tender and exploratory, sweet and gripping, urgent and learnèd and all-encompassing, but it's never been ... slow? it's never been particuarly awkward. they've never had time, really, because with the exception of maybe the fish scene, every time they've had sex has been either a hello or a desperate goodbye.

all this to say that i think the first time they find to have sex post-s6 - and for some reason i picture them in simon's room when they finally get there? can't explain it - i think they fall back into this pattern of urgency and desperation and desire, but then something stops this in it's tracks. honestly i have this vision so clear of like... one of them unable to get it up the first time they want to fuck post-canon hahaha and again i can't explain it but it's true !! in my head it's wille, maybe, and it's something akin to the way - have you ever had that thing happen where you get sick right as you take leave from work to go on a holiday or something? like your body realises you don't have to be switched on for weeks and decides to give you a head cold? something akin to that. wilhelm's adrenaline has run its course and his body's not working the way it did before, it's taking a break, now. finally.

so to finally finally answer your question i think they'll want it to be fast, and suave, and smooth and sexy and dirty and similar to like ep3, but they'll be forced instead into awkward. into slow. into soothing. i picture like, lots of kissing, slow deep kissing, and nuzzling, and grinding (lord, so much grinding), and breaths fanning hot over goose-pimpled skin. i picture them slowly talking, whispering, realising they have it now - t i m e - they have time, now. they don't even have to fuck (the whole shebang) tonight if they don't want to (they do, oh they do want to but they talk about how they don't have to). they spend a lot of time not fucking anyway, just being close and naked and together. i picture them both working wille over so slowly - so gently - finding out together what places on his body react to being kissed, what has his belly pulling tight and having his dick interested, finally. i picture simon being brought to the edge once - twice, maybe - before wilhelm's finally in any state to fuck him, and then god save simon when wilhelm actually does enter him he's so hard and so sensitive and so just as;dkfjas;ldkfj;lsad

okay fuck literally everything i'm so sorry and/or you're welcome? is this what you bargained for? asd;lfj;lsadkjf

(if you made it this far go to my request for prompts next please i think i've put you in the right mindset)

[miko32]

Born Into the Seven Ruler's of Devildom

I was isekai'd to a world in a book. The title was "Kristin in the Harem of the Seven Demon Lords." Like its title, a human named Kristin was brought to Devildom against her will and had to survive through the temptation of the seven demon lords, who were brothers and avatars of the seven sins.

The seventh brother, Belphegor, the Avatar of Sloth.

The sixth brother, Beelzebub, the Avatar of Gluttony.

The fifth brother, Asmodeus, the Avatar of Lust.

The fourth brother, Satan, the Avatar of Wrath.

The third brother, Leviathan, the Avatar of Envy.

The second brother, Mammon, the Avatar of Greed.

The first brother, Lucifer, the fallen angel, the Avatar of Pride. My father. The one who succeeded in seducing the human Kristin and impregnating her.

I was in shambles with the ending. Lucifer had kicked Kristin out, banished to the swamp and died giving birth. The baby survived and was named Leilel by Kristin, and that baby is me.

I'm Leilel Morningstar, the child of Lucifer Morningstar.

Chapter List

1, 2, 3, 4

Tag List (Anyone can ask in the comment or send a message and say hi! I would really love to talk to you :D )

@f0uerleafedcl0ver

Chapter 5 --- First Day at School

The school quickly descended into chaos as all the demons talked about the new humans, their conversations soon turning to the previous humans in the program.

"Why didn't Diavolo invite Solomon?"

"Perhaps due to the incident with the human girl who was killed."

"Do you think there might be an 'accident' involving the human girl?"

"Ahaha! That would be quite dramatic!"

"Just another nephilim they have to deal with!"

…

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, FUCK!

That's all I could think of as I walked toward my classroom. This is messed up, absolutely messed up. Why in the world would Diavolo start the exchange again? After thirteen years, at the same year I enrolled?! What kind of stupid fate is this?! Ugh. Whoever God from up there or down here must’ve hated me. Why do these things keep happening to me?!!!

"Ah!" My foot caught something, and I fell face-first.

A group of demons laughed at me.

"Ahaha! Watch where you're going," the demon kicked my side. I let out an 'uf' as I felt another demon put their boots on my back, holding me down.

"Argh!" Fuck! Fuck! Oh, how fate truly hates me.

"Iuuu... She has some sort of weird smell."

"What do you expect from a swamp demon?” I felt the demon lift his boot. I tightly closed my eyes, waiting for the pain.

“Hey!”

I looked up from the floor, my view only to a familiar pair of white high-heeled boots.

“You low-born demons, it’s the third bell! I will not have you punk demons ruin Diavolo’s precious academy on the first day,” Mephistopheles scolded.

The demon who has his boots on me turned to Mephisto. I slowly lifted myself up, surprised at Mephistopheles defending me.

“Fuck off Mephist-”

Mephistopheles lifted his cane to the demon’s neck, silencing him. The demon gulped.

“With the new human exchange students, it is ordered that there will be no fighting between students.” Mephisto stepped forward, pushing the demon into the wall, his purple aura flowing from his hand through his cane. “So you better follow that order, or I’ll put you on the list of Diavolo’s enemies.”

“What-!”

Mephisto struck his neck with the end of the cane. The demon doubled over, coughing.

“Understood?”

The demon coughed and nodded. Mephisto gave a glare and his friends pulled him away, leaving me and Mephistopheles in the hallway. I placed my hand over my side, emitting a healing power. I felt Mephistopheles staring at me.

I should say thank you. “Um, tha-”

“Don’t,” Mephisto cut me off. “I will need you in good shape to show me the warehouse, correct?”

Oh. Right. I nodded.

“Good, now quickly get to your class,” he lightly pushed my leg with his cane. I flinched and glared at him. He smiled back and walked to his class.

I sigh relief. I choose a great demon to be my support. For now.

I gave myself a few minutes to let the healing power work through my back. Then I lifted myself up and went to my first class, History of Devildom. I had memorized the classes I take in this building, and I was able to arrive in time. I sighed with relief as I took my seat. Luckily, no one seemed to care about me. And… I looked around the classroom. No demon brothers.

Yes!

A woman walked in, small pointy red horns on her head, short white hair, and a scowl on her face.

"Sit DOWN!" she shouted to the whole class. Of course, she would be the teacher. The student take their seat as the teacher scold. "As it is mandatory to introduce myself, even though you punk demons don't need another History Lesson 101 all over the decades because you're all lazy punks!"

She lifted her index finger, with long red sharp nails that could reach the ceiling. She scratched it on the blackboard behind her.

SCREEECH, SCREECH, SCREEECH,

I closed my ears and gritted my teeth. The teacher spelled out on the blackboard her name, "Miss Viles."

"Now, all of you will address me as Miss Viles! Or else!" she pulled out a metal ruler and snapped it. A crackling sound burst through the room like thunder, but there was no lightning. Thankfully, I'm already used to the sound in the swamp. "And! I do not tolerate-!"

"OIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!"

I jolted in my seat. That familiar voice... A demon behind me whispered, "Oh no, it's the scumbag greed brothers."

My eyes widened. The greedy scummy brother would be-!

Running steps were heard approaching from the hallway. Miss Viles groaned and held the door. When the demon stepped into the doorframe, she slammed it.

"GAH!!!"

I blinked my eyes, a demon sprawled on the floor. He had messy white hair. He was the avatar of greed, Mammon.

"HEY! I could've smashed the door, professor!" Mammon protested.

The demons behind me murmured, disappointed that Mammon didn't get slammed. That was obvious; Mammon had speed no demon in the realm could match.

Miss Viles glared. "Mammon, I will not repeat myself! Come to class on time!"

Mammon waved his hand. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got ya!"

A knock on the door, and it opened, revealing a cute tan girl with brown hair. “Um, Ma-Mammon?"

I gasped. She’s one of the human exchange students!

“Ah! You must be Carina, right?”

“Ye-yes,” Carina stepped into the classroom, offering her hand. “Nice to meet-”

“I see you’ve already rubbed off on Mammon’s behavior,” Miss Viles ignored her hand. Carina slowly put her hand away with a frown. “Just because he is your caretaker doesn’t mean you’re allowed to be late for my class!” She slapped her ruler, making a thundering noise. Carina yelped.

“I-I-I’m sorry! Please don't kill me!” Carina bowed her back in fear. Students behind me snickered and laughed.

Oh no. This is just a repeat of what happened to Kristin. Bullied, mocked, threatened to be eaten. Not to mention, her caretaker was the same demon Mam-

“Eeep!!!”

The said demon had his face close to mine, staring at me. I was frozen in my seat, scared to death.

"Yo! Miss Viles! Who is this demon?"

What is he doing?? What does he want?! Did he realize??!!

Miss Viles blew her mouth. “Oh, that’s just the new baby demon from the swamp.”

“Wait!” Mammon banged the table, and I stood up, stepping back from my seat. “You’re the youngest demon?!”

“Uh-uh-uh, yeah?” Oh no, he must’ve realized I’m Leilel! FUCKING SHIT! I need to escape through the window!

"Oh yeah, you're the same age as-" Mammon suddenly stopped. He frowned at me, clicked his tongue, and sat in his chair. The whole class went quiet.

What's going on? Just a moment ago, Mammon was bothering me and now the whole class went dead silents. I glance at from the corner of my eyes, the whole students closed their mouth as if being sewed.

Miss Viles sense the discomfort, clears her throat, and clapped her hands. "Well, I guess that’s enough chaos. Let’s start class."

I sat back into my chair, dreadful and nervous. The classroom table is for three people, and I’m sitting with the poor human Carina and demon Lord Mammon.

Oh, God, why do you hate me so much?

My heart beating so fast it may have fallen out of my ribcage. My hand sweats like a pig. I take a slow deep breath. Distracting myself with the professor's lecture. I look from the corner of my eyes. Mammon was leaning over his crossed arms, yawning. He seemed to be bored out of his mind and ignoring everyone around him. I sighed in relief.

Then a quill tapped on my book. “Hey, I’m Carina, what’s your name?”

I flinch. Fuck. Quite bold this human wants to introduce herself to a demon on the first day. Very unfortunate that demon is me. If I become acquainted with Carina, I will be involved in Diavolo’s and the Seven Brothers' twisted game. They would let Carina be friends with me, then make me the evil demon who's out to eat this girl while the demon brothers protect her. It’s how they tricked Kristin and gained her favor.

And it’s going to happen again. I gritted my teeth and turn back to my book. I ignore her. I can’t get involved with her. Never.

I hear Carina let out a disappointed sigh. I clenched my pen. My consciousness was heavy with guilt. I'm really sorry. But her fate here had been predestined. And there’s nothing I would and could do. I'm still trying my hardest to survive here, and it's not been easy. Not without my blops though.

I exhales through my nose. I miss them already.

Suddenly Carina leaned on me, looking at my book. "Hum... La-mi? Lami?!"

I closed my book with a loud thud. For a human, she doesn't have a decency to keep a person's private space and business. Great. This kind of human would easily go down at least in a month.

I was about to scold her. "You...!" I stop as I saw the surprised look on her face, as if she can't believe what she's seeing in front of her. Her eyes cast down and up to my face. I blink. Why is she...?

Then her mouth curved into a grin like the Cheshire cat. “Wow, Lami” Carina mumbled with a smile. She giggled. “You’re thirteen, right? That makes me older than you.”

My left eyes twitch, shiver all over my back. Is this human a creep?

“What are you two talking about?”

I almost jumped in my seat when Mammon interrupted us.

Carina giggled. “Oh, I’m just introducing myself. Lami is so shy~” she gave me a weird smile. All the hair on my neck stood up.

What is this?

“Ik!” Mammon exclaimed. “Why would you wanna be friends with a demon from the swamp? They're the lowest of the lowest demons.”

Carina gasped. “Ma-Mammon!”

I rolled my eyes and returned to my book. A tan hand blocked my book with his palm. It was Mammon looming over me with a smirk.

“Not even the lowest demon wants to live there. You must’ve loved the smell, huh? I hope you shower twice cause I ain’t smellin - BUH!"

A board eraser smacked into Mammon’s head, and he fell backward into his seat.

“Kyaaaa!!!” Carina screamed.

“Human! Quiet! Mammon! Pay attention to the class! You've been in this class for decades! I had ENOUGH!" Miss Viles turned at me with a glare. "You!" She point her really-really long nails at me. I gulp. "I knew a demon from a swamp will have no manners whatsoever. So I'm going to assign you three, to DETENTION!" she slap her ruler to our table, creating a thunder sound over the class.

Carina scream loudly into my ears, hiding under the table like a mouse. Mammon was still on the floor, maybe passed out. The whole class laugh and mock us until Viles silents them. Then she went back to her lecture with a huff.

I take deep breaths, deep breaths, deep breaths. My heart may as well going to heart attack. How I wish it would happen. How I wish I was dead and send to Celestial Realm.

"I hate first day at school."

RRRIIIING!!!

The first bell rings for the next period, and I swiftly exit the class, my feet carrying me away.

“Ah, ah! Lami!”

It's Carina calling me. I keep running. Though the guilty conscience still lingers at the back of my mind, asking me if I'm going to let what happened to Kristin happen again.

I shake my head. No, I can't do that. I can't help anyone but myself. I keep running toward the RAD newspaper office.

XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxX

Mephistopheles has his arms crossed, scowling at me. “Detention? On the first day?”

I frown as I open the map of Devildom. “It wasn’t my fault, it was that dumb greedy demon, Mammon!”

“Yet, you got yourself involved with that demon?” Mephistopheles clicks his tongue. I scrunch my face in anger. Demons. Why did I even bother defending myself? I take a deep breath, settling my anger down. After I relax, I focused on the map, pointing at a location.

“Here.”

Mephistopheles looks over the map, his frown deepening. “The park?! Are you insane? A thousand years of searching for the rebellion's illegal operation is there?!”

“It is there, just hidden.” I rummage through my satchel and pull out a small dual-sided standing mirror. “See the forest behind the park? It’s an illusion. They used this ancient spell, a double mirror, reflecting what they recorded in the mirror and making it like a big whole projector.”

I demonstrate with my mirror, reflecting the fireplace. The first side captures the fireplace like a picture with a camera. Mephistopheles watches silently. Then I turn to the second side, facing the other side of the room. The reflection now shows the door as a fireplace.

Mephistopheles gasps, standing over his couch. “I’ve, I’ve seen this spell,” he points to the mirror. “If we had walked through the line where the mirror is placed,” Mephisto steps to the fireplace, touching it. “Everything becomes real.”

I nod. “That’s why none of you can find the place.”

Of course, I know this from the novel. The chapter tells how one of the rebellion demon approach Kristin, offering her an escape from Devildom. In exchange, Kristin would give them a key to Lucifer’s real Cerberus at the basement of the House of Lamentation. Since their operation is based on recreating the demon dog Cerberus, they would need the blood of the real Cerberus. After a while, Kristin decided not to continue, not wanting to cause chaos in Devildom.

Stupid girl.

The novel said she trusted those brothers, giving them a second chance to redeem themselves. Yeah. Where are you now, huh, Kristin? Buried in the unknown dirt of Devildom, leaving me behind.

I grit my teeth and clench my hand on my lap, trying hard not to let it show on my face. So I scrunch my face and exhale.

Mephistopheles doesn’t seem to notice me, busy taking notes and talking to himself.

“Alright, alright,” He taps his notepad. “I’ll be with reinforcement to see if this is real.” He looks at me seriously. “If we find nothing, I’ll personally escort you to Barbatos's torture room at the Demon Castle.”

Hearing Mephisto threat made my heart stop for a second. Oh, fuck. Do I really want to risk my life with a novel I just read through the internet?

…

Fuck this. I close my eyes and nod.

“Good, if you try to escape,” I suddenly feel a weight around my wrist. Mephistopheles' mark shines, creating a shackle around it. “The mark will be your chains, is that clear?”

I gulp down my throat. Since when is he able to do this? I nod again, praying to God above to let my plan goes well.

[mydetheturk]

These are some of my wips for @organsoutsidelovinglydescribed's Trigun Body Horror Week!

i thought about making separate posts but that's a lot more work than i want to do right this minute, so i'm going to a blanket warning of: gore, blood, ... alien weirdness of varying degrees, and frankly erotic organ touching. all the pieces are going under a cut due to the varying levels of the aforementioned warnings, with more specific warnings with each snippet.

heed the warnings and enjoy!

Major tags for this first piece, a dominai fic, where two independent plants sharing one body poke around with the nervous system; it's gonna be rated e for a combination of "domina splits knives like a peach (sexy)" and "whatever's going on there is definitely xeno". Alien weirdness, is all I'm saying. shockingly tender, but alien weirdness nonetheless.

Domina doesn't talk about most of them. Doesn't like to think about how people – humans entirely too full of hubris – cracked her open to see what made her tick. She knows she's lucky she lived. She wears the scars as badges that say “I lived.” The scientists who'd carved her rib cage open like she was so much meat had the audacity to be shocked when Domina reached out to someone else to ask for help. She'd been young then and should still be young now. Now, she's dying. But she's not alone anymore.

Crimsontrip/Crimsonfang with shockingly erotic organ touching. Shockingly tender? The boys are having a Time and if you ask Elendira about it she'll gut you. Warnings include: blood, viscera, insects, mildly graphic medical descriptions, and hints of past traumas. organs and gore as well.

Elendira returned to their side. “How much of this are you feeling?” she asked. Finally, a clearer workspace. She slid her fingers along organs, gently pried them up from where they were tucked in Livio and Razlo’s musculature and viscera. “Wish we could feel more of you,” one of them said. “Bet it’d feel pretty great, havin’ your hands all up in us like this.” Elendira paused with her hand cupping her fools’ liver. She kept her hand on the organ and leaned up and over to press her lips against theirs. When she leaned back up, her lipstick stained their lips a bloody red. “If you two weren’t so fucked up right now, I would slice you apart like a succulent fruit and take you apart one piece at a time.” “Oh.” Elendira peppered a few kisses on their face, leaving marks there. “We’ll have to do this part again, my loves.” She went back to searching, pulling dead worms from inside of them and dropping them on the floor. Worms crunched under Elendira’s feet as she moved. Livio and Razlo’s organs were slick under her fingers. “I have you.” One of them made an almost kitten-weak agreeing noise.

this next piece is from a fic ive been sitting on for two months, I've described it as "a comically biblical amount of insects brings a fallen angel of the lord to climax" and have gotten several people to lose their minds at that phrasing. its less comical, but really, what do you expect from knives of all plants? Warnings include: insects, alien fuckery, xeno. shockingly little gore in this, or at least this part of the fic - knives and zazie have a tussle in the larger fic and bugs are eaten. plants are predatory, imo. it explains their teeth.

Zazie does-doesn’t understand, doesn’t-does understand in a way that is wholly inhuman, a collective, not an individual. Knives is an individual of a collective, a single voice just out of harmony with the rest. Zazie fills the ache, guts him to the core, while Knives claws at Zazie’s carapace, digging trenches, and hissing-clicking and reverberating loud and hard enough to stun many of the small Worms, collapsing them into the sand. Zazie is hot against him, still holding Knives’ face in their mandibles. A mockery of a human kiss. Plants don’t kiss that way and Worms have no need. Knives goes for a headbutt but only taps his forehead against an empty space between Zazie’s endless eyes. Between one breath and the next he reaches out with that part of him that sings with his sisters and touches Zazie’s Whole. Knives burns.

And lastly, a bonus fic for the week, one that i hadn't planned on writing originally but it's getting written anyway, yet another knives vivisection fic. this one's a little different - 2nd pov instead of my usual third person. Warnings for this include: medical horrors, knives having a panic attack, false reassurance that someone's ok in a bad way, more alien freakiness, and Dr. Conrad's special brand of unhelpful bedside manner. eye trauma as wel,

The doctor – false, liar, ripped the creature that should’ve been your older sister in two – looks down at you. A scalpel drips with your resin. The clearest words you’ve heard are spoken. “Subject Knives, this part you might feel.” The blade descends. You stop breathing. It doesn’t hurt. It doesn’t hurt. There is pressure but it doesn’t hurt. It should hurt. A knife, silver in appearance. Blade only an atom wide, perhaps more. It slices the doctor’s cheek but melts as soon as it does. The doctor’s blood drips. It mingles with your resin, pools where the scalpel has sliced open your eyelids. [Well done little brother! You just have to do that harder next time!]

I hope you enjoyed the pieces here and i cannot wait for body horror week to start 💜

[justsomekpopstuff]

Get to know me!

Thank you for the tag @irlkpop !

Do you make your bed: Yeah, its part of my "I need routine to keep my sanity" Routine - I know I don't HAVE to but it feels weird if I don't now

What's your favourite number: 2, 3, and 5 are my lucky numbers, so I guess those?

What is your job: I am an Associate Marriage and Family Therapist, working to be a licensed therapist! I work in private practice right now, and I have some cool specializations that I'm working towards!

If you could go back to school would you: I might end up doing that in the future to get my doctorate. Just one of the many options I'm considering once I have my license!

Can you parallel park: Definitely not. Not even a little.

A job you had that would surprise people?: I worked at the YMCA before going off to grad school?

Do you think aliens are real: Yeah I do! There's so much we don't know about space, so its definitely a possibility!

Can you drive a manual car: Absolutely not

What's your guilty pleasure: peanut butter M&Ms and Josh Groban's entire discography...does that count?

Tattoos: Yep! I have five total, but plan to get more. One on each ankle, a quote/saying on each arm, and then a heart with my grandparent's initials. I would talk about them more, but we do NOT have enough time.

Favorite color: I love teal, maroon (like a red wine color), and black

Favorite type of music: oh god I don't know if I can answer this, I listen to so much...anything from the 80s, kpop, musical theater, whatever the fuck Hozier makes...I listen to A LOT

Do you like puzzles: YES! I absolutely love them! I have a ton and I work on them regularly!

Any phobias: spiders for sure, heights is a close second

Favorite childhood sport: Baseball and soccer (specifically women's soccer, I really couldn't care less about the men's game...sue me). I didn't get into hockey until later!

Do you talk to yourself: sure do. Gotta talk myself through things sometimes, it happens.

What movie(s) do you adore: another hard question to answer...The Mummy (1999), Pride and Prejudice (2005), Inside Out, The Lord of the Rings trilogy, and SO many more!

Coffee or tea: coffee, 1000%. I can do tea every now and again, but I gotta have my morning cup of coffee to feel like a functional human being

First thing you wanted to be growing up: ironically the first thing I remember wanting to be was also a veterinarian

I now tag (NO PRESSURE): @vcrnons @welcometomyoasis @daydreamingyuta and anyone else who wants to!

[luchicm04]

lost in the forest - part 12

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Summary: Karen makes new acquaintances, and something begins to change within the old ones.

Pairing: Senju Tobirama/Original Female Character

Tag: #lost in the forest fic

posted on ao3

Word Count: 2.5k

Overall warnings: canon-typical violence, adult content, time skips, angst, kidnapping

Depression is a matter as complicated as life itself, because when it happens once it is easy for it to drag you into its jaws again as has been happening lately. Bitter, distant... Karen doesn’t know how to deal with things outside of her logic. She was always analytical, observant... intense in some matters to the point of having many certifications outside her career. 

But she continues to fight with whatever she confirmed, what she feared was true. More than certain that returning home will not be an option. 

It’s bad. Her plans... her work and family are just so far away now that she just curls up looking across that huge yard like she’s been doing now. Yes, she’s depressed, but this phase is different than what she has gone through since she arrived. 

She no longer wants to cry, she has already shed tears that have dried her eyes during these nights of gloom, of regrets, of imagining how her family will go on with a missing daughter. At least she would like to tell them that she will not be under a bridge, buried under a mountain... that although she is far away and it is impossible to return to her life in some harsh way... 

She is fine. Isolated, imprisoned... depressed, but fine, alive. 

Karen closes halfway her eyes better concentrating on her reality, looking at the green grass that moves under her feet before the summer that will soon come. Hashirama and Tobirama have not appeared since that day they showed the map... She is not surprised, what she said may have completely blown their minds. 

They shouldn’t believe her either, but for some reason... they did. Perhaps they had already suspected this for a while. 

“Karen-san?” Someone interrupts her thoughts, startling her. She jumps slightly from her place to blink awkwardly at the female voice that should not be here. 

“Huh?” She clumsily adds, looking pained by her hostile reaction. Not that her fist could land on the young lady who blinks curiously. Not knowing that like all those who have cared for her, she has ninja training like the kidnappers. “Yes?” She adds as her late response after an awkward silence. 

“Nice to meet you. I know we have not seen each other before. My name is Senju Mikami. From now on I will be your partner,” she says with a slight bow that surprises her with such neat label taken from a drama. She snorts as that comparison so typical she made has since she arrived, as this would be a good series fur such a program. 

It has fantasy, strange situations and a couple of men who, although weird, strong and murderous, cannot deny that they are handsome. She huffs at the last out of place thought... She is rambling as she has been doing for a while, a small fixation to get out of her initial stress. 

“Nice to meet you,” she replies. “Although, long time passed... not have a partner.” She frowns with doubt, awkwardly and trying not to speak in two languages so as not to confuse the young woman. 

“Oh, the lords have asked me to accompany you.” 

“The lords?” 

“Yes, they have given the order,” she responds politely. 

“Then help me... like before?” With a stumble of her tongue she accidently ends up speaking in casual English. Karen sees her mistake and corrects it. “Before.” 

“I did not understand you, Karen-san.” The woman is sincere in her doubt and confusion. Although it is not noticeable in her gesture, she sees that she still does not understand what she was trying to say before. 

“Then help me... like before,” she repeats again, now sure that she has said what she wanted to express. She hates having to do it, almost like every language when she first started learning them. At least Tobirama has stopped torturing her... so she doesn’t expect to complain about that anytime soon. 

“I shall not be your tutor. More like a tutor.” 

“Tutor?” 

“Teacher.” 

“I do not need one... I already know the language.” 

“I know that you learned from one of the lords,” the cold woman kindly adds without removing her gesture, still standing next to her, the forest swaying slightly due to the fresh wind of that afternoon. “I shall be teaching you etiquette and other things that will be useful before you are presented.” 

“...Presented?” Karen questions the word that might have another meaning, considering the cultural difference. 

“Yes, soon it will be the celebration of the Sage of the Six Paths, the Day of Light,” she replies with a wise gesture. “As such, everyone must present themselves, even new acquisitions.” 

“I am not an object.” 

“No, I did not say you were... but both the council and our leaders see this opportunity for the entry of new acquisitions into our clan.” 

The woman sincerely believes that she has so many more doubts than at the beginning. What does she mean by clan? Will they introduce her? “I do not think so much preparation is necessary, I can stay as I am now.” 

“It is not optional, the young master has had so many problems.” The woman changes to a tired but firm tone to look her in the eyes. “It is the best you can do as payment.” 

Karen wanted to say so much about it, because she believes it is unfair... but she simply sighs to see that in this reality she should leave things as they are so as not to have enough problems when she doesn’t know too much other than the contact with those people and awkwardly the language. 

A light peace offering... will it be? Or simply as she said, it will be the presentation of a tribute. She gulps thickly... She hopes not, so she lets herself be dragged down that river to survive. Maybe, just maybe, she can find her way home if she makes more friends outside of those two initial kidnappers. 

Because she doesn’t understand much... Perhaps Tobirama’s brother can help her, remembering that he in infatuated with her for some reason. Will she meet him? 

She doesn’t know... She sighs better thinking positively about all this, although her doubts and curiosity continue to increase. What exactly will they teach her? 

──

Stand up straight, raise your chin, don’t sit crooked, your movements must be subtle when having tea of food. Each thing has been repeating itself over and over again in a race that she didn’t want to participate in. Letting herself be swept away by that river has brought her so many problems that she wants to get out and run away. 

If only she could. But now looking at the cup of tea with hatred, Karen has to deal with the rigorous etiquette of such a rustic situation that she does not want to point out in the face of the harsh gaze of someone who has turned out to be worse than a tyrant. Although of course she does beat Tobirama. That idiot is still in the top 10 of worst teachers, but Mikami has turned out to be just as firm. 

She hits her hand because she clumsily tilts a little the teapot she is pouring. 

Now the table she is sitting is small, decorated with a tea set as beautiful as it is modest that she it been her martyrdom since they began. She can overcome her walking position, the wooden sandals and the details of the greetings. 

But serving tea... sucks. 

“You do not have to hit me,” she complains when she rubs her now injured hand. The civilian glares at the person who cares little about the bruises on her hand. On the contrary, she only raises her eyebrow with enough apathy that tells her that this isn’t over even if she throws a tantrum and mentions her rights. 

Which are not valid here, but she cares very little. 

“You have not understood the subtlety of this art.” 

“It is not like I can serve anything personally.” 

Mikami doesn’t say anything, as much as she can tell her what exactly they are preparing her for. She just stands tall in a fairly firm seiza position. “You cannot say never, a good clan kunoichi must learn to serve.” 

“I am not a kunoichi.” She stumbles over that word that, although its meaning was explained to her, has no logic in the matter. 

“I know you are not, but it is the minimum you should learn... even if you are a civilian,” says the woman with her stone-like gesture. “Besides, you should also improve your vocabulary. It is not pronunciated like that, but like this...” She repeats again what she said with such a fluid and natural idiom. 

She grunts. She doesn’t avoid saying it when even her way of expressing herself is harsh... She imitates it just to end her torture. 

But she’s not surprised that she ends up so exhausted again late into the night. 

She is tired... she wants to sleep, she can no longer cope with this strange turn of her activities... She was better off isolated! 

──

She wakes up suddenly with the feeling of stickiness, the smell of blood and the sound of blows that she neither understands nor sees. Karen is alarmed for a long time until she frowns in the darkness of her room where she fell asleep without even bothering to change. Her hands hurt, her back hurts, every part stiff from the hard training they want to tattoo. 

‘It’s hard to teach an old dog new tricks’. She remembers that saying bitterly. 

“You should rest.” Someone scares her by making her throw her poor comb that is quickly caught between the fingers of a man who has just looked at her from the door. She can distinguish him... her eyes have become accustomed to the little artificial light so she doesn’t avoid growling annoyed at the infiltration. Hashirama is shameless or oblivious to the right of privacy. 

“You should not be here,” she bites, ruffling her hair from that modest hairstyle they’ve forced her to wear. 

“I...” The man looks restless. “I wanted to see if you were alright.” 

“Apart from the tortures of Mikami-san,” she awkwardly adds the suffix that she is not used to using. “I’m fine... sore but fine.” 

“I am sorry.” 

“You and I know that you aren’t.” 

“I did not want you to be in this situation.” 

“I guess what you have been trying to deal with outside my ears had finally reached you, and me,” Karen simplifies sitting lightly on her bed. The surprised look of who visits her at odd hours is easy to read. This man is unlike Tobirama... he’s simple, although she feels it’s because he wants to be. “I noticed, I’m not stupid.” 

“You are not.” 

“I know I’m not, just...” She huffs looking at him. “I thought we had agreed that I wouldn’t ask, I imagine the pressure is enough to give in.” 

“Mmmm... It was unnecessary to hide it.” 

“You were so obvious, especially when a tutor comes to teach me manners, your tradition... That council really has power.” 

“It does not.” 

“No?” 

“No.” Hashirama looks tough, firm in his conviction with a gesture that accompanies confidence. 

“Mmmmm...” Karen no longer asks, tired of wanting to investigate more about the matter. “You don’t need to tell me more, leave it as it is.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“Look, you’ve already said enough... and you clarified other doubts I had about it. I know that a clan must have a certain organization,” she declares with a gesture of little importance. “All organizations have problems,” she points out comparing this family, this way of work as a company so rooted in its traditions. “That council will only put pressure... not easily accepting strangers.” 

“...” 

“I saw it in the villages I have known. Foreigners are not well regarded.” 

“Mph...” A light smile passed through his mouth. “With so few months understanding our language... and you have learned so much.” 

“I’m good at observing and theorizing,” she shrugs. “Now shoo...” She makes a gesture of expulsion with a long yawn. “I’m sleepy and I’m sure Mikami-san will have my head if I yawn again in front of her.” 

“I am glad you are better... handling this.” 

“I haven’t gotten over it Hashirama, I’m just very tired of thinking too many things in my head and staying still for so long,” she looks at the man firmly. “But, even so... I don’t know how you guys are dealing with this.” 

The man doesn’t say anything. 

“I mean... I’m more than a foreigner.” 

“That is our secret.” 

“What do you gain from this, Hashirama?” She frowns more than curious, forgetting how sleep licks her back for a topic that she has been bringing up for a long time and although she has had many opportunities to mention it, it doesn’t come out of her mouth. “I mean, I’m a civilian. Tobirama has said it a lot since I arrived. I’m not useful, I’m a nuisance.” 

“You are not.” 

“Hashirama, I will have a presentation with a council of a clan as traditional and structured as a company that has been in existence for years,” she frowns. “I just want to have my cards on the table, to understand how fragile my existence is.” 

“They will not kill you... or take you away.” 

“That is not the answer I expected.” 

“It is the only one you will have.” The man completely erases his smile. “Just have trust...” 

Karen doesn’t know what to say, they have taken a lot from her. Her freedom, her safety in their hands... To end up in this. “You ask for too much... You know that, right?” 

“Yes.” 

“So?” 

“Just leave it like this.” 

“Hashirama.” 

“It is alright, be confident... You will be safe.” 

Karen purses her lips irritated by such audacity to ignore her questions to raise her hands in absolute defeat. “Okay, I’ll leave it for today. I’ll just tell you, I’m not as special as you think.” 

The man smiles. “That is what you think,” he simplifies to give her a slight farewell gesture and goes back the way he came, leaving her with so many questions about it. She frowns, understanding them is difficult. She doesn’t avoid lying down, looking at the ceiling and screaming, her voice being muffled by the hard rustic pillow. 

Because she doesn’t know what to think... what to expect from this and the strange behavior of that man. She snorts... she’s not romantic enough to think about stupid things like love when her kidnappers are so confusing. She groans, curls up and sleeps. 

There is no point in getting involved in unnecessary things. 

Not when the next day comes another turn of routine... in the form of an onlt woman who presents herself with Mikami carrying in her hands a rather abnormal kimono in her typical daily clothes. She frowns, asks and realizes... this is the day of that presentation. 

What should she expect? 

A/N: As you can see the political world within the clan begins to move. People have put a lot of pressure on the Senju brothers to remove their pet from their protection... They want to evaluate her, see if she is not a danger to the clan or if she could have other beneficial uses for it.

Although being a civilian, they have no hope other than to bring more members of the clan to life, a typical thought of an important family in the middle of a war, something that Karen is oblivious to and that she will have to learn the hard way. When? Well... we don’t know.

I always felt that Hashirama was the softer of the two, a curious shinobi who simply gets carried away with this when he believes she is not a danger. That’s how he sees Karen... which bothers his brother a lot and mainly because of that he distances him from her. He is the clan leader, he has to have other priorities. Although this whim is allowed, they have their rules.

Now, thank you for your comments and readings

Author-chan out! 

[waltwhitmansbeard]

my fair lady: chapter nine

this is a weird one to start with so maybe check out these first? obligatory tag for @romeoandjulietyouwish for being awesome.

Vax tastes blood. His head shifts slightly—there's something hard and cold beneath his face—and the stars in his vision spin nauseatingly. He blinks once, twice, and oh, it's the floor. He's on the ground, and the buzzing in his ear is starting to round off into something quieter, easier to ignore. It gives him just enough space to hear a familiar sound, the whisper of leather on metal, and he summons exactly enough energy to toss his body to one side, avoiding the falling dagger by an inch. He's looking up now, the world still more hazy than not, and the figure above him, head to toe in black with only the smallest break for a pair of vicious blue eyes, has raised its arms to try again. Vax is still dazed from being knocked to the stone floor, but his body works faster than his brain; a leg sweeps out, knocking the figure to the side before the dagger can come down a second time. The dagger clatters to the ground, and like a viper, Vax's hand darts out to snatch it up. A heartbeat later, it's sticking out of the figure's neck, blood gurgling from the wound.

He forces himself to his feet, wiping the blood from his split lip and ignoring the body now collapsing to the ground. He looks out at the sea of chaos, waves of blood and limbs scored by shrieks and wails. From the corner of his eye, he spots Grog's massive form, uncomfortably dressed up for the evening's festivities, man-handling Sovereign Korrin out a side entrance, away from the slaughter. Vax blinks, and finally his eyes come into proper focus.

Keyleth.

He searches the pandemonium for her—where had she been? Yes, that's right, with Percival—but there are too many bodies being pressed and shoved and tossed about. He starts to move, launching himself over the head table into the middle of the fray. Terror grips his heart, threatens to squeeze it until it is crushed like a grape in a fist, but he keeps his breathing calm and steady. Panic will not serve him here. His head is on a swivel, dodging errant blows and watching guests and guards alike be struck down around him. As he steps gingerly over bodies, wishing he had Mistress Pike's talent for healing, he notices something peculiar about those he steps over: there are more Ashari figures, including some of the sovereign's retinue and representatives from the major Ashari cities, than there are Syngornian or Draconian victims. This strikes Vax as odd, given that by and large there were more Syngornians at this event than guests of any other nation.

He has little time to ponder this unusual circumstance before a faint whistle in the air distracts him. He jerks to the side just as a longsword cuts through the air where his shoulder had just been. In a flash, two of his daggers are in his hands, and he's squaring off against a mountain of a figure, an orc, if the tusk-like bumps in the figure's face covering are any indication. Vax slashes forward, aiming for a gap in their armor, but the dagger is easily parried away, spinning out of Vax's hand. The other comes up, this time toward the jugular, but this figure is tall, and Vax can't quite reach high enough. The blade instead lodges at a terrible angle around the clavicle, and the assailant lets out a mighty roar of pain. Vax skitters back half a foot, pulls another dagger from his belt, and braces for the response.

Sure enough, the figure steps forward, but before the longsword can come back up, a terrific boom echoes over the din, and the front of this orc's head explodes outward. As they topple forward, dead, Vax spies Lord Percival just a few feet away, smoke billowing from his raised pistol.

"You're welcome."

Vax's eyes narrow, and he whips a dagger forward. He delights in the way Percival's eyes widen in fear just as the blade spins past his head, missing his ear by less than an inch, to bury itself in the eye of the attacker whose battleaxe was moments away from relieving the Master of Development of his head.

Vax stalks forward to retrieve the dagger. "You're welcome," he spits as he passes.

"Where's Keyleth?" Percival demands, half-shouting over the noise.

Whipping around, dagger in hand, Vax narrows his eyes. "What do you mean? You were with her last!"

"I sent her off to find you!"

Gods damn him. Vax gestures around incredulously. "Have you lost your mind?"

Percival at least as the self-awareness to look sheepish. He fires his pistol twice more at an attacker in the distance, then reloads, saying, "We need to find her."

He starts to turn and head off toward the exit, but Vax grabs his arm. "Wait. I believe they're targeting the Ashari delegation more than the others. Protect our people. I'll do what I was hired to do." And then he melts backward into the chaos, eyes darting about once more in search of his princess.

.

Keyleth has no idea where she is and no idea where she's going. She's on her back, a pair of arms gripping her shoulders and another keeping her legs from kicking or hitting the ground. She tries to scream, but the hand has not left her mouth. She watches the beautiful marbled ceilings fly by as she's carried away from the castle, away from the slaughter happening back in the ballroom.

The fear bubbling through her veins, she understands that, understands the skipping of her heart and the breath caught in her throat. The anger, though. That's new for her. She's never been rageful like this. There's a fire, simmering fast and hot beneath her skin. It crackles up her spine and threatens to swallow her whole. She wants to dig her fingers into her captors' eyes and tear their faces from their skulls. How dare these monsters invade this day of peace and spill the blood of innocents? How dare they threaten the lives of her family, her people, her allies?

The ceilings give way to falling dusk, and she is outside. From behind her head she hears horses whinny, and one of her abductors grits out, "Get her in the carriage!"

The one holding her feet drops them and she crashes to the ground, still held by the torso. A door opens, and panic seizes her. She squirms, and after a few seconds of struggling manages to reach one hand up to clamp down on the arm of the assailant still holding her. Squeezing tight, she lets the fire of her rage flow through her, and to her surprise, there's a shout of pain. The arms disappear from around her, the cloth now ablaze. She stands, stunned, at the shrieking abductor, confused about what she's just done. She looks down at her hands and yelps: flames flick up her fingers, encasing her hands in bright orange fire. She shakes her hands in an attempt to put the flames out, but to no avail.

A roar distracts her from the baffling sight of her hands on fire, and she looks up to see the second captor barreling towards her. Instinctively, she extends her hands, and the moment they come into contact with the attacker's clothes, they, too, alight in flames. Keyleth uses the distraction of her would-be abductors' attempts to douse the flames to make a break back toward the castle.

She nearly reaches the doors when something hits her hard in the back of her leg. It throws her forward, and she barely catches herself before her face bashes into the ground. She struggles to push herself back up to her feet, but she manages to duck back inside the castle to rush back toward the ballroom, her rage made manifest in her hands.

[danidoesathing]

📚💛🔮 for your ask game?

📚 Is there a fanfic or fanfic writer you recommend?

Lord Huron wise there ain't much out there and they're scattered across tags, but there's definitely a few!

Both under a very bad sign by Blancwene and walk out of the cosmic fog into a new life among the stars! by Biolumenesce are really good surreal VN fics that explore more of the vibes of the album as well as the story (pre-movie).

There's a couple more vibe/song centric ones like At the Edge of the Woods by Wasuremono (a yawning grave fic with an original story) and Immortal by Gheyn (la belle fleur sauvage with a fairytale style/elements).

Roubki's Secret of Life is pretty good too! It's a post-VN fic that takes place right after the events of the movie, that follows Buck (and Johnnie, whose still hanging around as a ghost) as he's more or less forcefully adopted by the World Enders. It's very fun and silly and im in love with it so far.

I'd also very much recommend eosofthedawn/foolofatook001's Strange Tales series. It's the different stories of LH in the format of TMA statements. It's three in as of now, two of which are Dead Man's Hand (One from Johnnie's perspective and the other from Buck's) and one for the Stranger MV with the Not!Them. I'd seriously recommend it whether or not you like TMA, those are really great i adore these.

and while I haven't gotten around to reading it yet, Vide Noir: Consciousness Neutralizer by every_eye_evermore is a crossover fic with the Murderbot Diaries books, which (i think) leans and meshes into the sci-fi elements of both series. I've read aster's writing before and can full recommend his stuff!

💛 What is the most impactful lesson you’ve learned about writing?

do whatever you want forever (seriously just. stop giving a shit. you'll feel so much better)

get weird with it

creating a writing discord server just for yourself is a good way to organize your shit

get a beta (still working on this one myself)

for the love of god if you're stuck and want to write the next sentence/scene/paragraph just skip to that. get that shit down further down the page and worry about connecting it later

🔮 Any advice for writers working through burnout or writer’s block?

oh god im not the person to ask for this. i get stuck all the time but uh. ill default to point 5 again because a lot of the time when i get stuck. if you're got the vibes for one scene you're not at yet just....go and get what you can for that scene down while the coffee is still hot.

Alternatively just. get out of the physical space you're writing in. Go to a cafe or restaurant or park or anywhere with free wifi and try it out there. sometimes the brain has different modes its in, like at school is "School mode" at work its "work mode" and home is usually "Rest mode" so just getting out of the house and somewhere new allows for the brain to slip back into that writing mode easier. There's a cafe near my house and going up there to write has been a huge help for my progress (although its not great for my wallet, but hey its good coffee)

if it's more "i cant write at all" you just gotta....wait it out i guess? go out and do something you like and stop thinking about it. the more you worry about getting back to writing the worse it'll get (for me anyway). you cant force yourself out of a writers block usually, so let it pass in due time. remember you're doing this for fun, so let it be fun!

[mickmeasley]

Day 3 of me having a tumblr

Thought I might, at least just this once, journal my experience on tumblr so far, gonna do it in just a list in the order in which i vaguely remember it happening. Here goes.

>frontloaded my account with this mess of tags:

>kicked off my account with a blogpost about it being my first post like a corny mf

>posted some human designs, one i had literally just made which might have prompted me even making an account (bill) and some i had on the backburner (blitzo and stolas)

>posted spicy hot takes to the thunderous cheers and jeers of nobody because nobody really follows me yet :p

>looked up and followed these tags (in reverse of the order in which i searched them):

>got bombarded with weird gay hypnosis erotica with AI generated images and miscellaneous gay fetish shit when looking up #bowtie and subsequently taught myself how to filter tags so i don't ever see that shit again good fucking lord

>"jokingly" let an inside thought spill out in front of someone i followed and they responded "getting blocked speedrun" which led to me experiencing agonizing amounts of cringefail and begging them to forgive me and pretend i didn't say that oh god why am i like this

>this, on the bright side, did work, as they did forgive me and it gave me an opening to change the subject by sharing my hazbin hotel redesigns which they thought were pretty fun so i guess its not all bad

>got to finally get a good look at this side of the helluverse hatedom (ive been on the vivzie hate train for years but only on 4chan and twitter)

>a friend followed my tumblr and i found out they're actually 6 years older than me which was a surprise

>surprisingly found a not insignificant amount of boardwalk empire discussion/memes, followed a good few accounts focused on it

>joined a boardwalk empire discord server and had some fun conversations and enjoyed some quality shitposting

Likes: 290

Following: 33

overall its been pretty good, humour/politics wise its been almost but not quite as bad as i expected, theres been some gem posts here and there both serious and not. im kinda feeling more upward mobility here than i do on twitter, and im definitely getting more out of it than my usual experience of posting on 4chan or on the kinda-chuddy discords i left when it occured to me that i didn't want to waste anymore time there, i spoke up about it, and after me going on a cathartic tirade about how sick of their constant disrespect and mockery i was, they (to be fair, earnestly) told me that this site was more my speed and hey i guess you're not half wrong so thanks for that i guess. I guess I finally get what the appeal was with my older sisters back when they were using tumblr in the early 2010s, maybe in that sense I was probably primed to be here eventually lol

Onwards and upwards from here!

hopefully...

[bookreadingelf]

It's Finally Fall Book Tag

It's a bit late but I'm doing the autumn-themed tags now. If you want to, let me know your answers to the questions!

In fall, the air is crisp and clear | Name a book with a vivid setting!

The Way of Kings has a very vivid and stormy setting. Perfect for autumn. Other books are Howl's Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones and the Girl Who Fell Beneath the Sea by Axie Oh.

Nature is beautiful… but also dying | Name a book that is beautifully written, but also deals with a heavy topic like loss or grief.

Know My Name by Chanel Miller is a heavy and impactful book. It talks about how the legal system and media treated Chanel after her rape and during the case. Other heavy books are Faking Normal (rape) by Courtney C. Stevens and A Silent Voice by Yoshitoki Oima (bullying, deaf girl). Please look up the trigger warnings before reading.

Fall is back to school season | Share a non-fiction book that taught you something new.

I learned a lot about sleep, the brain and its development from Why We Sleep by Matthew Walker. Very interesting, and I experienced some symptoms as I hadn't slept the night before I read this book. Will My Cat Eat My Eyeballs by Caitlin Doughty and What If? by Randall Munroe are cool too.

Fall is the perfect time for some storytelling by the fireside | Share a book wherein somebody is telling a story.

Do you want to follow the adventures of a well-known detective told by John Wattson? Go read The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes and Other Stories by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Another book is Fairy Tale by Steven King.

The nights are getting darker | Share a dark, creepy read.

I don't really read scary books, but I've read a book about necromancers which I will count. Nona the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir has been one of my most anticipated releases of this year and it is great! Bunny by Mona Awad is mainly weird, but I guess also a bit creepy.

The days are getting colder | Name a short, heartwarming read that could warm up somebody’s cold and rainy day.

The Girl Who Fell Beneath the Sea is a heartwarming and magical story and has a Studio Ghibli feeling to it. The Ex Hex is also very cute. The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien feels very cosy too.

Fall returns every year | Name an old favourite that you’d like to return to soon.

I'm going to cheat a bit with The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien as I've already reread them this year. I love them so much.

Fall is the perfect time for cosy reading nights | Share your favourite cosy reading accessories!

I love my blankets! Now that it gets colder, I can use them again.

[the-letter-horror-lover]

kuroSHITsuji ii electric boobaloo

eggdestroyer666

Summary:

help i’m watching black butler for the first time in 2016 and i couldn’t handle season 2! what happens next will shock you

Notes:

you may NOTICE, that some of this makes no sense. if i had an explanation, it’d go here. what these are is just weird little drabbles (is that the word? help) & stale memes i wrote up while watching (and reflecting on) kuroshitsuji ii and trying not to go insane because of how horrible a time i was having i’m sorry to anyone who liked it no offense i just did not like it didn’t think it was a good substitute for what the manga has to offer and while it has its moments, i’m generally just glad it isn’t canon. right? it’s not canon right? ? anyways thanks for reading um yeah! buckle up or.. something :) please don’t read this mom

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1: ciel needs help

Chapter Text

“the fuck kinda shabby piece of shit lets a fuckin spider LIVE”

claude gasps, offended. “earl phantomhive, such an opinion is not welcome in this household!!”

ciel doesn’t notice. “sebastian let’s leave you know i hate spiders more than i hate myself even”

sebastian’s mouth quirks up in one of his creepy ass smiles. “yes, my lord”

ciel turns on his heel and marches out of the threshold, butler dutifully at his heels. sebastian turns around and gives claude a two-eyed wink.

did you just … are you trying to… wink at me? claude thinks as his left eyebrow raises slightly.

sebastian flicks some spider shit off his shoulder, glancing once more at the strange bespectacled man, thinking: yes, i did. i wink with both my eyes.

that’s just blinking

NO, it’s

“o—oh god… what the hell is happening to me this is the third time today” ciel looks around the lavishly furnished entrance hall, vision swimming and stomach churning violently. his ears are full of a loud, piercing ringing and he scarcely notices when he tilts backwards into sebastian and clutches at him like a lifeline.

he scarcely notices, but indeed he does notice after a critical moment in which he has displayed weakness in front of the demon. he extracts himself from sebastian’s protective embrace and regains his balance more than a little unsteadily.

Chapter 2: alois is a pic e of basura

Notes:

this chapter has some rapey shit in it. like, not explicit. you could argue that they are doing nothing of the sort. tihs is wehre that one tag up there comes in. i dont condone this stuff. in any case - be warned! skip this if it makes you uncomfortable! thank u! this thing isn't like coherent and doesn't have a coherent plot so there's no harm in skipping it :) thank u for reading this awful monstrosity

ciel’s beginning to maybe enjoy himself a little. yeah he feels uncomfortable, but when has that ever stopped him before! it’s with this thought that he crashes into a blue-clad figure holding a tray of wine. the wine is red, he notices now. it is hard to not notice it when it is in fact now covering the entire right side of his costume’s front, and dripping.

“oh! i am so terribly sorry, sir, i didn’t see you there!” the tray-carrier exclaims.

“it’s nothing, don’t worry about it” ciel says politely.

"i must get you a new jacket. please, follow me.” implores the blond in the apron.

ciel ponders this. he doesn’t have parents to tell him not to talk to strangers, so he sees nothing wrong with this situation. “ok, thank you very much, lead the way miss”

they take a few hallways and staircases and soon ciel is completely turned around. he’s even more disoriented by the fact that his vision continues to swim every so often as if he was having some kind of breakdown or something. what’s up with that

lost alone in a mansion with a person he doesn’t know, ciel continues to see nothing wrong with this situation. “so where did you say we were going again?”

the blond finally turns around to face him, this time with a disturbing smile and an equally disturbing tongue waggle. “i didn’t!!” at this the maid dress comes flying off, revealing a completely naked alois tracy. the boy then tears off ciel’s pants and—

the eyepatch practically whizzes off ciel's face. “SEBASTIAN, COME!!!”

in the painstaking twelve seconds it takes sebastian to locate him, ciel will not admit that he shed a tear or two. never in his life.

“what the hell is going on here you motherfuckers!!!”

“sebastian, stop him!” ciel is definitely crying now, fuck.

“at once.” after a brief (very brief) struggle, the blond is torn from his unsuspecting victim more violently than strictly necessary; and as if he’d been following sebastian this whole time, the other butler™ skids down the hall and grabs a hold of his young master.

“claude!” said young master exclaims.

“aloi—i mean!! your majesty, what is happening here? why are you in your birthday suit?!”

“i was just giving ciel phantomhive a warm welcome is all” the boy exclaims cheerfully, happening to glance over at—no one!

“where is ciel?!?!!?!” he roars, red-faced and ready to throw down.

ciel is already the fuck out of there at that point, pants on and also equally ready to throw down, though decidedly more scarred for life than the other party.

“sebastian, i think that might not have been a maid!”

“oh?” sebastian says, mouth quirking. “then who, pray tell, may it have been?”

ciel looks a little dead inside. “the master of this house, alois tracy. of course. he even had his name tattooed on his chest. what do you take me for”

sebastian is saved having to answer that dangerous question by the sudden appearance of alois riding on claude’s back, both of them moving at a terrifying speed towards the fleeing duo.

“you won’t escape me, ciel! i’ve waited a long time to meet you! i mean it! it’s been like two weeks, god dammit!”

ciel groans. “sebastian, you think you can get rid of them?”

“i’m afraid this may be a little out of my depth at the moment. though i do understand the sentiment.”

“hmm…” ciel quickly formulates a plan. “this is what’s going to happen, and it is an order: …"

—

“—and i said, ‘girl, i trusted you! i trusted you and you spat in my mouth!’ and she was having none of that, i say, she says to me , she says ‘and i’ll spit in it a thousand more times if that’s what it takes!’ … true story, by the way, this actually happened—”

ciel knows this is the smartest thing he could be doing in this situation, he really does. he hates being smart sometimes. at the current moment, it is because his calculations have led to no better solution than to be accompanied by the strange indian prince and his butler. he isn't trying to have another incident, and without sebastian ciel doesn’t quite feel … safe in this place. it's weird. but hanging out with the prince, he almost feels like he's among .. friends...

~::~

Fortunately, by the time Alois rips the wig off and puts his tongue up the side of Ciel’s ear, Sebastian is already lying in wait for the order to make this madness stop. Ciel can feel Alois lapping up his earwax and it seriously skeeves him out. Just what does this fucker want from me anyway? A whisper of some dark emo bullshit from the taller boy is the last goddamn straw.

“Sebastian!” Ciel whisper-shouts hoarsely, strategically ignoring the fact that his voice is several octaves higher than normal.

“Who are you talking to, little boy? I’m the only one here…” Alois mutters into Ciel’s ear. “I want to have you… possess you… tonight will you let me in…?"

Said little boy cringes. At the same time, his demon butler shoots past like an arrow and grapples onto him like a bird of prey. Ciel has never been gladder to see him in his entire young life.

“Get me out of here!” Ciel demands, both eyes bare and wide in terror. He feels sick. Sweat sticks hair to forehead and shirt to back.

“At once, young master.” Sebastian replies, intense disdain evident in his voice and facial expression.

In the copse behind them, Alois seethes. “Claude! Go after them! Get me Ciel Phantomhive, or there will be consequences!”

Claude is crouching in a nearby tree. He sets off immediately, not because he fears his master’s threats, but because he fears reneging on their contract. His hand itches where the pentagram sits on his skin like a reminder that this was his life now.

Ciel swallows heavily. He tastes bile in his mouth from when he spilled his guts earlier in the cellar. Powering through the pervading sick feeling that clings to him like a spiderweb, he addresses Sebastian once more.

“I want Alois Tracy dead, and I want him dead tonight. Is that clear?”

Sebastian’s mouth twists into a mock-sweet smile. “Of course, my lord."

~::~

[From “Forunately,” to “normal.” aka the ear thing, (#puke) — ]

“Who’s Sebastian?” Alois says with a frown. “I’m the only one for you now, Phantomhive. I’m gonna have you no matter wh—“

“Excuse me.”

Ciel is ripped from Alois in an instant and put behind the barrier of a familiar broad back.

“Excuse you!” Alois peers around Sebastian to leer at Ciel. “He’s mine, I tell you! CLAUDE!”

“You rang” Claude is there.

“Get me that boy!”

“Yes your majesty.” Claude says.

“Sebastian, kill Alois Trancy.” Ciel whispers.

Sebastian nods. “Yes my lord."

there is a battle between the two. who wins? who’s next? you decide! [a/n: I’m wiped the fuck out lol fangs 4 redding!!!11]

Chapter 3: ciel has amnesia

Summary:

also stabby stab blood. that happens too

Chapter Text

as soon as he gets back to his manor, ciel notices something is definitely wrong.

“okay either i had a crazy growth spurt in the past week or? i don’t even know what” his legs don't hang nearly as childlike off the edge of his bed as he remembers. ciel looks around the room. “sebastian?”

sebastian appears. thank god he was right in the corner watching paint dry or whatever the hell “yes my lord?”

“how tall am i?”

a flash of something, then, materializes on sebastian’s face. it is gone behind the pokerface in an instant, too quickly to judge its nature, but ciel is certain he saw it. “pardon?”

“how tall am i?” did i fucking stutter?

“well, let’s see…” sebastian zooms off for a moment and appears with a tape measure in his hand.

“look” ciel looks. he’s 150 cm tall. “ha ha you’re a baby”

“shut your fucking trap sebastian this is serious.” sebastian is still laughing but is trying valiantly to hide it. ciel chooses to ignore this in favor of addressing the problem at hand.

“since when am i that tall? last time i remember i was at least like 5 cm shorter!”

“you ARE a growing boy, young master”

“oh my god sebastian stop for a minute.. this is weird!! why wou—“ ciel wavers, clapping a hand over his mouth. his vision blurs like it had in the tracy manor. he’s on the floor by the time it begins to subside. the first thing he sees is sebastian’s face. ciel groans internally. ugh why as if i need the extreme closeup honestly

there’s something in the twist of his eyebrows, though, that ciel cannot ignore. he’s only kinda conscious, so maybe he’s imagining it, but sebastian looks really actually worried? what the hell??

it’s a minute before ciel realizes sebastian is saying something to him. the same something, in fact, repeatedly.

“young master!”

"young master!!”

"young master!!!”

“…uughh…” ciel tries to get up, lolling his head around embarrassingly in the process. “stop it with the exclamation points…sebastian”

that look hasn’t quite escaped the butler though, and it has ciel worried. just what the hell is sebastian hiding from him??

~::~

“Just give up already, fool! You know you can’t beat me!” Ciel spits.

Alois remains firm in his conviction. “Over my dead body!"

Lightning courses through Ciel's veins. Blood pounds out of the wound on his palm. He turns his eye towards the pitiful wreck clinging to his clothes and pants:

“So be it."

Adrenaline gives Ciel the strength he needs to plunge his sword up the other boy's soft palette, killing him instantly. He has won. The earl lets his defeated opponent drop unceremoniously to the floor in a slap of blood. He straightens up and paces out of the hall in search of his butler.

Somehow, it doesn’t feel like winning at all.

Chapter 4: its over.. isn't it

Summary:

horrible

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Hana emerges from the lake like something out of a horror movie, sopping wet hair covering her face and hunched back. Under her arm is the limp figure of Ciel. Sebastian can only stare as she floats in eerie silence to the boat in which he is waiting.

“What have you done…” he murmurs quietly. She deposits the drowned boy onto one of the rowboat’s seats. The demon trio row them to shore in what could have been an eternity for how long it feels. The boy isn’t dead, but it almost seems like…

“OH MY GOD WHAHTH TFUCK IS—“ Ciel sits up in a panic, unaware of his surroundings. He sucks in air and is confused. “I’m not… drowning.”

“Young master.”

Ciel sees Sebastian. “Sebastian! Wh…” he looks around some more.

“What the hell am I doing on this boat again, I thought we already— wait a minute.”

He sees Hana and the three amigos.

“Oh no. Oh no no no no. Oh god. I thought that was a dream. That was real? That shit really happened?” His eyes are wide. He clutches Sebastian’s shoulders and shakes them, looking up at him in distress.

“Is the seal still there, Sebastian? Is the contract still there?”

Sebastian sees the purple ring and pentagram still inscribed on Ciel’s eyeball. “Yes, my lord.” But…

“You’re a demon now Ciel” Hana says. She’s running her hand through the water. This shit makes no sense. How could it end like thi

“Umm…” Ciel looks from Hana to Sebastian, and back. “Excuse me? Did some shady deal go on behind my back or something?” Man I really need to stop passing out for these things...

“I did not go behind your back this time, sir.” Sebastian responds politely. “Hana here and her… contractee… have requested the transformation."

Ciel chokes a little. “UM, but that means LAST TIME, you— "

“You might be wondering how this is possible?” Hana interrupts. She looks bored out of her mind.

“Well, I suppose so, among other things…”

“The process is actually simple!” Sebastian points out cheerfully. He loves explaining. “First, the—“

“Will you shut up!” Hana now looks more ired than tired. “God! Now, what I was going to say was—“

“—probably too inflammatory for the young master’s ears. I cannot in good conscience allow him to be subjected to such language! As his butler, I am responsible for—“

“—nothing!! Absolutely nothing! I don’t know how that godforsaken contract is still in place, given how blasé both of you fuckers have been about the terms you set down, but I’M the one who—“

“—needs to stop it with this gag!” Ciel interjects, shaking his head furiously. “I don’t even care anymore! I’m a demon now, so what? Not like anything else in my life makes any bleeding sense!”

With that, the boy rises to his feet and dives off the side of the boat. Sebastian catches him around the middle before he goes sleeping with the fishes and hauls him back on board.

~::~

Hana’s glowing eyes fix Ciel in place. She speaks. “You’re a demon, Ciel.”

After a few stunned seconds, he responds. “I’m a what?”

“A demon, Ciel.”

“A demon?”

“Yes, Ciel.” She sighs. “You’re a demon."

“No, I’m not. I’m… just Ciel.”

“Well,‘Just Ciel’ . You’re a demon!”

“But I’m just Ciel!”

“No!!, 'Just Ciel,’ you ARE a Demon!”

“Listen here Hana! I’m just Ciel!”

“NO! Ciel, you are a DEMON.”

~::~

“Ciel, this music…” Lizzy is grimacing. “It’s creepy…”

Ciel sweats. “Uhh!! -hH!” He makes a slicing motion across his throat. Across the room, Sebastian kills the record player. "Well, you know what’s always good and not creepy?!? ..Cake!!”

“Ciel…”

“Hmm? WhAt is it Lizzy?” his voice definitely doesn’t crack.

“You’re acting really weird…”

“What are you talking about I always act this way there is absolutely no reason for alarm, and DEFINItely no reason to THINK that I, CIEL, PHANTOMHIVE, have been Magically Transformed,,, into,… a DEMON????!!! I ALWAYS ACT THIS WA??Y?”

Lizzy raises an eyebrow. “Like I said. Weird.”

Ciel is really sweaty now. “S-Sebastian!! Help!!” he whisper-shouts.

“Ah.” Sebastian glides across the room with the utmost grace. “I must apologize on the behalf of the young master. You see, when a boy reaches a certain age, strange things begin to happen to his—“

“OH!” Lizzy interjects. "I get it now.” She smiles knowingly at Ciel, who looks about 10x as sweaty as he did before he called his butler over. “Puberty can be nasty, I know. I’m sorry I judged you. We can go do something else if you don’t want to dance.”

Ciel’s violent perspiration is replaced by a sigh of relief. “Thank you, Lizzy.” Whew.

“Do you think she bought it?” Ciel whispers to Sebastian as they exit the room.

“Honestly? Probably not.” Sebastian never lies. “But I lampshaded it with all that puberty talk, so it should be fine.”

“See, the thing about that is…” Ciel looks shifty. “What exactly IS puberty?"

~::~

“So,” Ciel smirks, “how’s it feel to be my eternal servant?"

“You’re not the worst person to play butler to. Plus, I can do THIS:”

Sebastian picks Ciel up from the carriage doorstep and spins him around.

“AAAAGH! What the FUCK! You think I missed that shit the first time you did it, asshole??!” Ciel rages while being set down, face steaming in embarrassment. There are people around! People on the street! Staring! Laughing! Sebastian is laughing!

“No, no,” his butler says, “it’s just too good to not do it multiple times. Forgive me.”

The small earl turns around grumbling. He stomps away, cane in hand. Sebastian follows.

Notes:

that's all i have lol

i mean maybe i;;ll writ emore garbage in the future. dont bank on it though

thank you so much for reading!!! have a nice day. hopefully this steaming pile didn't ruin it. ...have a good one!!! :D

Notes:

i feel like i should've written more soma and agni, beacuse, i love them,, but i didn't want to make them doodlebobs of themselves,, and also kuroshitsuji ii didn't feature them too much,, which made me dissappointed. im so so happy they keep coming back in the manga soma is probably like.. atl east my 2nd fave. i love him

[comfyswitcherblanketfort]

I was sold to Wolfe, this is my story (a shitty Witcher 1D AU)

I mean we all need a little nostalgia nowadays right? and its fun making fun of ourselves?!

Summary: Jaskier gets sold to Wolfe, his favorite boy band, in typical One Direction fan fic style. 

Warnings: Yeah all of them. The fuck was I thinking? This is just awful but i giggled the whole time i wrote it😂😂

In keeping with the spirit of shitty old 1D fic, I didn’t edit this AT ALL. I cannot stress enough how much I tried to revert back to 13 year old Regan with an unidentified need to be dominated projecting onto this type of fic 😖🤣

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 I was a normal teen boy. Everything in my life was typical. Parents’ house, school was boring, a small group of catty girlfriends that probably only kept me around as the token gay, everything. I was even into the major boy band at the time, Wolfe. I mean was I supposed to resist? They were all so pretty, and talented, and the front man, Geralt. Wow. Just wow. I had probably fifty posters of him alone all over the walls of my room. Typical, boring, normal.

Until that morning. 

I, Jullian ‘Jaskier’ Alfred Pankratz (pretentious I know), woke up like any other day. Showered, blow dried my hair to softly lay over my forehead, dressed in my favorite outfit of red skinny jeans and a blue and white horizontal striped top, and smudged the brown coal I stole from my sister around my eyes, I was ready for school. When I got downstairs though, things were… off. 

“There you are! Jullian! Come here.” My mother seemed frazzled, but I was more concerned with the intimidating man standing in our kitchen doorway, munching on an Eggo waffle. 

Mom took me aside into the living room and sat me down at the sofa, “I have something to tell you.”

“Mom, what? Who is that? He looks familiar?”

“Vessimir. Wolfe’s management. You’re going with him.”

My mind screeched to a halt. Ves? He looked different in real life. I guess it’s just because I’m not distracted by the boys in the pictures with him. Wait? What?

“I’m… where am I going?!”

My mother took my hand and squeezed it gently, “We had to cover the mortgage somehow honey, and your father is already working so hard and Josie just can’t stop school suddenly, you know how much she struggles. You’re smart, you’ll be fine. We sold you to Wolfe.”

I didn’t know how to feel. Sold? Bad. I didn’t like being given up by my parents sure. But to Wolfe? The obsession that took up literally all of my free time? The hottest boys I’d ever seen? That gave off the strongest bi vibes I’d ever picked up? Bought me? I could live with that. 

I smiled hesitantly, “Okay mom.... Okay.”

She leads me back to Ves in the kitchen who introduced himself and lead me out to a long white limo.

“But my stuff?”

Ves just laughed, “The boys want to choose your wardrobe. You won’t need it.”

The inside of the limo was everything you see in the movies, bottles of champagne, fancy leather seats, gold plated knobs and handles, everything. I was in too much of a state of shock to enjoy it though. 

By the time we arrived to a gated drive and big mansion my palms were sweaty and I was worried my eyeliner would be running. Ves opened the door and helped me out, leading me up the front steps and into a big beautiful foyer. I could get used to living in the palace they shot Princess Diaries in. 

“BOYS! IM BACK!” Ves grinned and hid me behind a curtain, “Let’s trick them, yeah?”

I heard the skidding of sneakers and could identify each voice muttering to each other in excitement.

“The fuck? Alone?” Lambert. Definitely Lambert. 

“Mom backed out,” Ves explained, not quite selling it well enough.

“Ves. Stop. You said she already signed.” Eskel sounded disappointed and it made me even more nervous if that was even possible. 

Then, suddenly, the curtain I was hiding behind was pulled away, and standing tantalizingly close, was Geralt. He grinned and called back over his shoulder to the others without breaking eye contact with me, pinning me to the floor with those golden eyes, “Found him!”

His voice, goddamn. I had a little thought about how I should try to play it cool, but he was just so pretty and I was putty in his hands without him even having to try. 

He stepped back, holding his hand out to motion where he wanted me to go, “You’re a cheeky one, aren’t you?”

I nodded, not sure how to form words anymore, just trying not to trip over my own feet as he lead me over the meet everyone. He rested his hand on the small of my back and whispered so only I could hear, “Relax, we don’t actually bite.”

I squeaked instead of saying anything but took it as a win, that much closer to being able to say anything. 

Lambert shook my hand, “What’s your name? You’re a cutie.”

I blushed furiously and whispered my answer, “Jullian, but my friends call me Jaskier.”

Eskel took my hand and kissed it, bowing like a noble knight, “Pleased to meet you Jaskier.”

I only realized I wasn’t breathing when Geralt pulled me into his side, “I think he’s in shock.” 

I nodded, “That and Ves ate my breakfast.”

All three of them shot him an exasperated look, but he only shrugged. 

“Well then,” Geralt began, leading me through the halls, the others following behind us, “... let’s get you something to eat then give you the tour?”

He still hadn’t let go of my waist and I sure as hell wasn’t going to complain, leaning into it as we walked. 

Eskel jogged up next to us and laced his fingers through mine, “No fair Geralt, don’t hog the pretty boy.”

Lambert hung back, “I don’t know, this is a pretty good view.”

I squeaked again and leaned closer into Geralt who turned around to scold his band-mate, “At least try to be decent. Let him get settled before you act like a perv.”

I grinned up at him. “Is that what you’re doing?”

Geralt looked down at me with those beautiful golden orbs and I melted, “Hmmmmm” 

[kavaeroexe]

Snow (Anakin x reader)

 summary : his first time be able to enjoy playing with snow

warning : typos, bad grammar

attention! please do not try to repost my works, i only post my works on tumblr, if anyone see someone stole my works please inform me through the comments, tag me in the works, or message me!  

“so.. what you usually do with snow?”

you walk slowly, leaving a footprint among the thick and soft snow, as he walks beside you and the shrugs his shoulder and say “nothing, just walk on it.”

“....weird, you grow on Tatooine, its more or less a desert, doesn’t it excite you looking and feel at something cold?”

“no” he answered, and then holding at his hands tightly to keep himself warm, “i always catch myself a cold when its my first mission on a planet with cold temperature like this.” he then looks at you, who just looking down at the snow, “what are you usually do with snow then?”

You crouch to the snow, and put a smirk on your face. “simple” you let out a bottle of syrup and a cup, you take a fresh snow and put it into a cup, and pouring quite a portion of syrup on top “this. is what i do every time i got a fresh snow in front of my eye, tasty y’know, no need to shave ice and wasting energy” and the only response you got is a... undescribeable..?

“don’t look at me like that please, the untouched snow of course!” he then rolled his eyes “yeah yeah but what if the snow actually a part of someone’s piss that getting freeze?” he says, but you ignore him and just eat the ice slushy\ie that you just made “the force is with me and i’m with the force”, “force has nothing to do with someone’s piss, (Y/N)..”

“just try it will you?” you pass him another cup of slushie, oh god why is he here, just to suffer, but the second he tries it, he grows silent, and sit beside you and enjoying the slushie. “see? i told you, idiot.” he then answered “if actually someone piss around here, you owe me 25 credits”, “that’s a lot dang”

“...”

“....”

“do you have a honey flavor?”, “ungratefull brat, just eat that mango slushie will you?”

you get up frow your starter position, and let Anakin took you cup of slushie and ate it, you then crouch again and make some rustling noise

“what are you doi- ARGFHFHG--”

“Who said that you could eat my slushie huh?”

perfect white snow of his face, and cup of slushie on his hand, a little more snow gather around him like a balls, he’ll be a super big snowman. he then shaking his head, hard enough to remove the snow out from his face, and then he proceeds to make a bigger snowman with the help of the force, shooting it right to you head

headshot.

yey.

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“where is Anakin?” Obi-Wan walking around, along with master Saesee Tiin looking for you in worried, just to find both of you have snowball fight, but ina massive size of snowball

“oh lord...”