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finelinevogue · 1 year

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summary - harry can’t go a show without calling you beforehand

warnings: fluff?! swearing, it’s based off that photo abov

word count: -1k

L.A. traffic had its reputation for being the worst traffic on the planet.

You’d drive 50 metres and it will have taken you 50 minutes. There was no traffic like it - other than maybe the M25 outside London.

Most people would avoid this traffic, trying to get to their destinations with as little car congestion as possible. However, Harry had other plans. Harry would happily sit for 50 minutes to travel 50 metres, because he happened to love car journeys.

They were his only trips alone. They were a few minutes, or a few hours, of solitary peace and he depended on them to keep him sane. The only other person he would be okay enough to share this time with was his fiancé; you.

Normally you’d be travelling sat next to him, his hand on your thigh whilst you both hum along to the shared playlist you’d both created. However, on this particular journey Harry found himself alone with you staring at him through the phone on Face Time.

You were away with work for a few days and out of town, meaning you couldn’t be there for some of Harry’s shows. However, that didn’t stop you both from talking to each other 24/7. Any spare moment you both had you’d be on FaceTime. If Harry went shopping he’d call you. If you went to the loo you’d call him. If you were reading in bed he’d want you to call so he could read with you.

FaceTime kept your relationship in the honeymoon phase - even 3 years after the honeymoon phase is supposedly over.

As Harry drove himself to the Forum he couldn’t help but be ecstatic when you answered first try on FaceTime.

“Heyyy, love.” He smiled at you, whilst stopping at a red light.

You were busy putting on your makeup for the day, so your phone was propped up on a vanity so Harry could see your head down to your waist. Your makeup was splayed out in front of you and you picked up some concealer to carry on with your routine.

“Hello, my favourite human.” You replied, cheerily grinning over your reply.

“Favourite human? Quite like the sound of that. Might even top fiancé.” Harry said, reaching to turn the radio off so he could only hear you. It would be rude of him to have anything drowning out the sound of your voice.

“Really?”

“Maybe not. Fiancé does just have a night ring to it, doesn’t it?” With one hand on the steering wheel, his other hand went to rub his fingers over the top of his lips where his moustache was growing in. As he did so, his engagement ring sat pretty and made you internally squeal at how you were the person attached to that ring.

“I think i’ll like husband better.” You answered honestly.

“It’s weird we’re both each others fiancés now, but when we get married you’ll be my wife and I’ll be your husband - like we’ll have different names for each other then.” Harry drove on green.

“You can still be my wife if you want. My little housewife.” You giggled at the thought.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you? Me, in an apron, making dinner and doing the laundry.” He teased, unfortunately not catching your reaction since he was concentrating on the road.

“You do that already, H.” You laughed. “Are you off to the venue?”

“Hm? Uh, yeah, yeah.” Harry was momentarily distracted as he had to turn onto a busy junction. His UK driving was a lot easier than LA, because of how short and simple the roads were in London. New York driving wasn’t even worth thinking about.

“And how was therapy?” You moved on to fixing your eyebrows, being prepared to stop and listen carefully to Harry if needed be.

“Yeah, it was good. She helped me through some of that tour stuff I was worried about.”

“About being away from family for so long?” You double checked.

“Yeah, yeah. She was trying to explain that if I’m happy doing what i’m doing then that’s all my family should want for me. Just happiness.”

“She’s right H. Your mum will be perfectly fine, as long as she knows that you’re happy - and that you’ll call often.”

“I try.” He said honestly.

“I know you do. I mean, when you’re not calling me that is.” You laughed, trying to lighten the situation with a bit of silly humour.

Harry got stuck in another traffic jam, meaning he would be late for rehearsals but he didn’t care because it meant more time on the phone with you. His favourite moments were spent with you, so he’d take ever extra second he could just to make new and happy memories.

“Have you had breakfast already?” Harry asked, in awe of watching you put on your makeup.

Harry was lucky to find someone that cared more about other people and the world than colouring in their skin and buying fake boobs. So your makeup routine didn’t in fact take too long to run through.

“Not yet, no.”

“Well, please have something before you leave, alright?” Harry asked, always concerned for you and your health whenever he wasn’t around to take care of you. He liked being the one to make you breakfasts in the morning, so often when you were apart from each other he’d believe you weren’t eating anything as good as what he makes - which is true, but you do also eat still.

“Okay, yes. I promise.” You rolled your eyes at him but gave him a smile, knowing he only meant well. “Have you eaten?”

“I actually am on my way to have lunch with Jeff now. He wants to run through Grammy stuff.” Harry explained.

“How are you feeling about that? The Grammy noms, I mean. Tomorrow, right?”

“Yeah, tomorrow, yeah. Um, I’m feeling alright y’know? Like, I thought I’d feel a lot more dependent on them, but I think after last year I’m still feeling that high. Any nom would be great, but if I don’t get any then I also know that it is a great album and there was only one person I wanted to impress with it anyways.”

“Oh yeah? Who?” You asked, knowing the reply already.

“You.”

You smiled and shook your head. He was too cheesy sometimes, but it was no lie, or secret, that Harry’s House had been solely made for you. It was a love letter from Harry to you and a declaration to the world that Harry Styles was the happiest he’s ever been.

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musings-and-overanalyses · 8 months

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Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind: Why This is My Favourite Ghibli Movie

CW: Major high-school English teacher vibes ahead. Proceed at your own risk.

Nausicaä of the valley of wind is a story of the titular character Nausicaä and her being a bridge between the world of humans and nature to bring peace, thus fulfilling an ancient prophecy.

Nausicaa is the princess of the Valley of the Wind. The film begins with her walking and exploring the Sea of Decay, an area with toxic air, plants and fungal spores. She collects some spores and finds the hard molten shell of an Ohmu (gigantic blue-blooded trilobite-looking creatures), which her people use to make weapons and tools. As the name suggests, the Valley of the Wind is a civilisation that depends on and bases their culture around wind, which one can see through an abundance of windmills and gliders, including the one that Nausicaä rides. They are shown to be peaceful people who do not interfere with the politics of the warring human kingdoms or disturb nature. Nausicaä in particular is shown to have a special gift with animals—from calming Ohmus to having a pet fox-squirrel. As the existence of the kingdom depends on the sea wind that shields them from the effects of the sea of decay, there is a general reverence towards nature and its other members such as the Ohmus, that are often referred to with honorifics.

This was an element I liked: the symbolism goes deep in this film; for example, with the nature of wind—it being the very breath necessary for life is contrasted with its other face, through toxic spores in the sea of decay capable of killing anyone who inhales it.

It is revealed that humans had built The Giant Men, weapons so dangerous—not unlike our atomic bombs as shown through the characteristic mushroom cloud—that the destruction caused by the war had unleashed the fury of the Ohmus, an otherwise gentle species. They wiped out entire civilisations and where they died, the Sea of Decay grew on their decomposing corpses, showing how all life is interconnected and that even in death the rage of the Ohmus, and through them the rage of nature, wouldn't subside. It is then that the viewers find out that this is not some far-off planet, but a post-apocalyptic future on earth.

New species of plants and fungi made the Sea of Decay their habitat—nature and life always find a way. It is implied that the humans lost the war referred to as the Seven days of Fire, but the truth is that it is not a war that can ever be won. Even if you win the war against nature you lose. As the story progresses, we see that the plants and fungi that Nausicaä collected from the Sea of Decay are actually trying to purify the soil and water—nature holds no grudges but only seeks balance.

The seventh of the Giant Men, a sentient atomic bomb if you will, apparently hid underground for a thousand years until the kingdom of Pejite found it for use against their enemy, the Tolmekians. They both remain oblivious to the sheer destruction that can be caused by this Giant Man and they don't care either. Despite the balance between humans and nature being a delicate one, instead of trying to rebuild together, they justify to themselves that the war is necessary for self-preservation and to put humans back on top of the food chain.

In their hubris, the Tolmekians and their princess Kushana believe that with the help of their superweapon they can destroy the Sea of Decay despite knowing that it will trigger the wrath of the Ohmus. The Giant Man however is not complete and hence, though the devastation is great, the final giant man dies and all that is remains to be done is to calm the wrath of the Ohmus.

Nausicaä saves an Ohmu child who was injured by Tolmekian soldiers to lure the Ohmus into a war. She saves the baby Ohmu and sacrifices her own life to calm the sea of maddened Ohmus. The now-calm Ohmu then revive Nausicaä, symbolising the mystical healing power of nature and its ability to support and create life.

Nausicaä is an excellent protagonist, and how the trope of the chosen one is utilised is beautiful and full of symbolism. Right from the get-go, we see her being inquisitive and brave. She is willing to defend her people but not through violence. And it is made abundantly clear that her avoidance of violence is not due to any lack of strength; when she strikes down the soldiers who killed her father, rather than feeling any sense of pride (as one might expect from a character not used to strength), it sickens her. She shows understanding even towards Kushana, whose men took over her kingdom. She sincerely loves and respects animals and plants.

There was a prophecy among the people of the valley of wind that a person clad in blue over golden fields will save their kingdom and bring peace. And towards the end of the film, Nausicaä's clothes becoming blue with the blood of the baby Ohmu she saved and the golden fields being the tendrils of the Ohmus healing her is poetic to say the least.

In addition to a good female protagonist, we also get a powerful female antagonist in Kushana, who starts out as a one-note expansionist ruler, but it is revealed that she lost her limbs and got severely maimed by the sea of decay, motivating her to destroy it once and for all. Proud and arrogant, sure, but she has a motive beyond just wanting power and possesses some form of a moral code. In another story she could be the protagonist bravely defending humanity against the evil, alien-esque trilobites and spores.

It was a unique and meaningful choice on Miyazaki's part to symbolise nature through the Ohmus—alien-looking giant insects—instead of something cute and fluffy. Oftentimes humans care more about the conservation of animals that they find cute (pandas over, say, Panamanian golden frogs), but an animal doesn't have to appeal to human aesthetics to be worth conserving.

Absolutely not to be missed is the breathtaking soundtrack by Hisaishi. There are symphonies, techno music, sitar-like instruments and a child's humming, all elevating every scene to give a moving experience.

Ultimately it is an ambitious story that aims to deal with themes of coexisting with nature, the futility and dangers of war, and of how innocent children who should live carefree lives are dragged into it and made heroes. This film is often categorised as falling into the genre of Solarpunk: a literary and artistic movement that centres around building a sustainable future interconnected with nature and community. Although this film does depict violence and wars, it ultimately shows a peaceful future is possible.

Truly a masterpiece. 9/10.

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medievalfantasyqueen · 2 months

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As a long term reader of Dune (I have read up till Heretics of Dune), it warms my heart to see the words Bene Gesserit and Kwisatz Haderach now being used by many more people around the world, and people walking into zoos' kangaroo mouse / jerboa habitats and going Muad'Dib.

Meanwhile, I also hope that in spite of the similarities - ie house versus house and politics - Dune is not A Song of Ice and Fire. There is a poignant difference, while ASOIAF was historical fantasy fiction, while Dune is a massively, sprawling story across not just years and kingdoms, but millenia and galaxies. Additionally, Dune is Herbert's nuanced attempt at tracing the possibilities of not only human exploration and colonisation of non-Earth planets outside of the Milky Way Galaxy, but also a tracking of how human history, politics, religion, cultures and languages would grow and converge and diverge and develop over time. You will see the characters speaking in variations of Arabic, of French, of English, of course - and with vestiges of Latin and Hebrew. The religion is a converged and developed mixture of Buddhism, Catholicism variants and Buddhism; you see Hadith being referenced, you see Bible books being referenced.

BOOK SPOILERS AHEAD ------

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Dune: Messiah is one of my favourite books because there is Duncan Idaho, there is Chani and the twins, Paul's blinding and sight at first and then the emotional pain of Chani's loss making him lose that sight, and then Paul walking away into the desert. Alia Atriedes, Jessica leaving in full realisation of the horrors she has unleashed and so damn much. And Paul being increasingly aware of the Tleilaxu plots.

#dune #dune part 2 #dune messiah #books #paul atreides #chani #leto ii atreides #ghanima atreides #duncan idaho #book spoilers

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cyberrose2001 · 1 year

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hi hope you're well, a kinda long text coming...

with all the requests FILLED (literally) with joy with optimus, I shall be the one to break it HAHAHA so... can you do like a scenario where the reader and optimus are happy living their lives with the sparklings (imagine triplets!!!) everything is perfect but then........

optimus wakes up from his dream and realizes it all, the perfect family is not real, the reader is not alive, not being able to live with it, he suffers everyday bc of those dreams, he traps himself in this "reality" of his dreams (like that episode fr tfp on Megatron's mind) and isolate himself

hope that's not to sad >:) and if you're comfortable writing this, if not sorry.

Thank you author ❤️❤️❤️

TFP Optimus x human!fem!reader

you're very welcome anon!! this took waaaay too many drafts HAHA but im quite happy with it now, this is such a sad concept and now i just wanna give op a hug :(

I should also mention that I left the details of the sparklings biology unspecified. Whether you prefer them to be cybertronian, human or half-and-half is up to you! <3

Warnings: Angst, SFW

Word count: 1436

“Optimus, honey?” The wonderful voice of his lover called out to him. Closing the front door behind him, Optimus breathes a sigh of relief. Her soft voice calling out his name plays on repeat in his processor. “Is that you? Could you come and help me for a second?”

He had no idea how he got so lucky, to start a family with who he considers the most beautiful specimen in the known universe. Together, they both created three sparklings, all triplets and it was further proof that either Primus or another deity of life had seen the good that Optimus had done and blessed him with both her and sparklings. The day he found out that she was pregnant with them was the first time in his life that he experienced pure joy, the second time was when she gave birth to his little ones and officially became a sire.

With a soft smile, Optimus follows her voice to the playroom of the quaint house he calls home. He is thankful that mass displacement technology exists, allowing him to comfortably live in the house with his family. He observes from the doorway as his sparklings play with stuffed toys and little building blocks, making an absolute mess of the room. He clears his throat and leans against the doorway with folded servos, “I hope you young ones are going to help your mother with cleaning up.”

Three small heads perk up at the voice of their sire, all of them dropping their toys and bouncing over to him. He kneels down and gives his two sons a strong hug, pecking them both on the heads with kisses.

“Daddy!” The last born of the three calls out to him. Optimus chuckles softly as he opens his arms for her, embracing her close to his chassis. Now Optimus is not the one to pick favourites with his sparklings and loves them all equally, but his only daughter was the first one to hug him whenever he came home. She was also the one who took the most interest in his stories of when he was the great leader of the Autobots, constantly begging for her sire to re-tell them as a bedtime story, with the more graphic details left out. It makes the inner archivist within Optimus swell with pride that at least one of his sparklings has taken a liking to the history of his home planet.

“Hello, my sweetspark.” Optimus nuzzles his faceplate to her nose, enjoying the little giggles that erupted from her. He picks her up and places her on his hip, a servo supporting her under her bottom, “Did you have fun today?”

“Yeah! Look what I do!” His toddler babbles as she points to a large tower made out of the small plastic blocks. It wasn’t very impressive by Cybertronian standards of what sparklings can do, but it doesn’t matter to Optimus, he will gush over anything that his kids build or draw in order to expand their creativity.

“Did you build that?” Optimus smiles at her, “How clever of you, honey.”

She nods eagerly, a big grin on her face, “Mommy helped!”

“Did she?” He looks towards his wife who was kneeled on the floor, stomach swollen with the life of another sparkling. She was sorting out the seemingly endless pile of toys that was thrown about on the floor. Optimus can’t help but admire his wifes devotion to their children, playing with them even when heavily pregnant. The incredible and important job of being a mother is something that Optimus has learned and respected during his time on Earth, especially after witnessing it firsthand.

“I did, now could you help me get up off the floor?” She chuckles, a hand rubbing her pregnant stomach.

Optimus carefully steps over the toys to walk over to her. He offers his servo and she graciously took it, pulling her up off the floor. She huffs a little bit and tries to catch her breath, bent knees trying to brace the weight of her unborn child.

“Thank you, love.” She sighs, lightly tracing the servo that still held onto her hand, “You would think I’d learn from my previous pregnancy to not get on the floor.”

Optimus laughs softly, readjusting his daughter on his hip, “It is probably not the wisest decision.”

She laughs, reminiscing the memory of her stuck on the floor while she was pregnant with the triplets, and he can feel himself falling in love with her all over again. She is absolutely glowing, and Optimus can’t help but bask in her natural beauty. Leaning forward, he presses a chaste kiss to her lips, smiling through it as he hears their sparklings protest as most children do when they see their parent’s smooch, “Yucky, Daddy!”

He pulls away from the kiss and brushes a servo across the tight skin of her stomach, feeling the little kicks of their soon-to-be newborn. Optimus doesn’t want to jinx anything yet, but he prays to Primus that it is another little girl.

She smiles and places her own hand on top of his, sharing the moment together. But Optimus does not notice that her smile faltered for a second.

“Optimus, you know that this can’t last forever.” His wife whispers quietly so that the sparkling he held can’t hear.

Optimus perks his helm up to look at her, confusion plastered on his face, his gentle caresses on her stomach halting for a moment, “What cannot last forever?”

She reaches a soft hand out to caress his faceplates, a small tear threatening to spill down her flushed cheeks. Despite being incredibly confused at his wife’s turn of behaviour, Optimus felt a need to comfort her and returns the gesture to wipe her own tears away.

“It’s not healthy for you… you need to wake up.”

Taking a step back, digits leave her face as he nearly trips on the carpet. The words that just left your lips made his spark sink to the floor. There was no way that Optimus was dreaming, he refused to believe, not when everything that has happened within the last few months felt so real and genuine. As quick as he felt his spark sink, the cosy home that surrounded his family began to crumble and disappear around him, falling into an endless cold void. The weight of his daughter on his hip was no longer there. The softness of his wife’s hand had disappeared. Optimus was left with nothing but the darkness of his empty mind. And at that point, Optimus felt his own optics lubricate and fall down into the void, the last echoes of his wife reaching his audial receptors.

“Optimus…”

“Optimus.”

“Optimus!”

Optics snap open, scanning the ceiling above him. In an instant, he sits up right on the berth below and vents heavily. He looks around carefully at his environment and realises that he is in his berthroom on the Autobot base, it feels lifeless.

“Hey, hey, take it easy.” A gentle yet firm voice reassures and pushes him back onto the berth, “I heard a distress signal from your internal instruments, is everything alright?”

Optimus recognises Ratchet, but the old bots words are drowned out by his processor running on overdrive. His wife, his sparklings, and his unborn little one are no-where to be found. Frantic optics flicker around every inch of the emptiness of his berthroom, hoping and wishing that they would be waiting just outside the room or hiding somewhere, playing that fun earth game called hide-and-seek that he enjoyed playing with his sparklings.

Ratchet notices the distant look in his friend’s optics and places a servo on his shoulder to try and ground him to the present, “Optimus, you’re fine, it seems as if you have just experienced a nightmare.”

His grip on the berth was hard. That was no nightmare. That was his life, a life that has now been taken away from him as a cruel punishment. All Optimus had ever wanted was right there in his grasp. He didn’t care about his friends, and he didn’t care about the Autobot cause anymore.

He just wants his family back.

“It was not.” Optimus whispers out, vocaliser stuttering. He knew Ratchet wouldn’t understand the monumental loss that he had just suffered, but Optimus could not deal with his old friend at this point in time. Just as Ratchet was about to question him, Optimus lets out a pained sob.

“Please…” He held his helm in his servos as lubricant began leaking from his optics once again, “Just leave me be.”

#transformers #tfp #tfp x reader #tfp optimus x reader #angst #sfw #x reader

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yejinigami · 3 months

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────── If I'm the devil, you're the reason... 𝕾𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖆𝖒𝖎 (死神, Shinigami, lit. "god(s) of death" or "death god(s)") are a type of Japanese death god.

" They say shinigamis were people who died a tragic death. Well, I don't know how I died. I don't even know if I've ever been human to begin with. It's obvious that I look, talk and move like one. But you couldn't exactly say I behave like a decent human being. And honestly ? I don't want to. I'm not here to fit into these creatures that made their home on planet earth. My purpose is something way more important. Want to know what I'm talking about ? Ahaha, just watch me take my favourite pen, place it down firmly onto this beautiful brownish paper and write your name. Letter by letter, while I study your face. If I wanted to, I could write down a cause of death, a time of death, but my time is limited and — oh ! Now would you look at that, you already died by a heartattack. What a bummer, I was in the mood for some blood splattering...ugh. "

────── 𝕐𝔼𝕁𝕀ℕ, a Shinigami, a lost soul, if you will. Can't remember shit about her life as a human, but it keeps on creeping up on her, even though she tries to surpress it all. Deep inside, she fails miserably to ignore all those things that connect her to these mortal beings she hates the most. My advice? Don't ask her about it, or you'll end up in her Death Note too. If you still decide to ask her about what makes her human, please, for your own sake, at least bring some strawberries.

𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖒 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖘 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊 𝖗𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖘 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖐𝖎 𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖈 𝖙𝖊𝖝𝖙 𝖘𝖆𝖒𝖕𝖑𝖊

𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖 — 𝕤𝕖𝕞𝕚-𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖 — 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕣𝕤 𝕕𝕠 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥 — 𝕞𝕦𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝟚𝟝+ — 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕙 (𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕕) 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕟 — 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕚𝕟 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣 — 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥

#userfakevz #eng/ger #she/her #ㄴ𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯ㄱ ────── 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭

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deltadream · 10 months

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Have a continuation on my thoughts about the What if Akivili Never Died AU, first thought of by @ryn-halo26

This is just what I think Akivili thinks of the people in HSR

The Astral Express

Trailblazer

Their new kid!

They think they're interesting. Considering Akivili had been around a very long time, when something new happens they'll get interested. A human hosting a stellaron? Definitely new and interesting. Akivili probably knows just how much damage stellarons can do, since it had once damaged some of the Astral Express's rails, so considering a person can host one? Yeah they're keeping their eye on them. Other then that though, I'd expect Akivili to treat them like another of their kids (the Express crew). After all, the Trailblazer's on a journey too!

March 7th

March! Precious baby March!!

That's probably it. To Akivili March is the baby. They join March in everything she does, from juice making to shopping, if March asks them to, of course. I think Akivili may or may not have somewhat of an idea of where she came from but they can't really pin point where exactly. Nevertheless, whenever Akivili and March go out to have fun, expect another member of the crew to tag along, if only to make sure the two of them don't get extra chaotic

Dan Heng (leaks + spoilers)

Their quiet child!!

To them Dan Heng is somewhat of a mystery. They are aware that he is a vidyadhara, since they probably knew Long and so knew their progeny. Yes, Dan Heng doesn't look like a vidyadhara but they knew very well what Long felt like, and all of Long's children had that same feeling, albeit fainter, but still there. Akivili doesn't know why Dan Heng was exiled from the Luofu, because that had to be the only reason why he didn't want to go back, and they pressed the reason out of him, but they never said anything. The Astral Express was open to all, even those who were running away from their past.

Welt Yang

The eldest of their kids!!

If Dan Heng was running away from his past, Welt was running towards it. Welt and his strange companion had been their first passengers in a long time, Himeko did not count, and even after the strange companion left without a goodbye, Welt stayed and continued on with Akivili and Himeko. There had been something odd about him, but after some pressing it seemed? to be fine. Well, being able to create anything just by knowing how it worked, including black holes? Welt was a strange man, but a well meaning one. Akivili was still so very curious about his home planet, perhaps when they arrived there they would go around and find out how exactly it worked.

Himeko

Their precious child!!!

Himeko meant a lot to Akivili, as the one who not only fixed their train, but also looked after them while they slowly recovered. She had also been the first person to walk on their Path in such a long time. So yes, Himeko is their favourite, no doubt about it. They still love the rest of their crew though. But as the first person who reignited their drive to Trailblaze across the Universe, Himeko would always have a special place in their train.

Pom Pom

Their little friend!!!

Pom Pom has always been there, but dear Pom Pom was no fixer, so it was no surprise that they'd disappear. Where, Akivili had no idea, but at least the little bunny had been safe. How warm their heart was, when they travelled together again, just like the old times.

Gonna do some more characters later :)

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little-annie · 3 months

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Tape N⁰1

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Okay, so maybe Steve Harrington was a little, just a touch, Bi- Curious.

A term he'd learnt from Robin when he'd mentioned his curious thoughts from his teen years-

Everyone feels this way, right? Like, guys dream about other guys but also girls, so that's not gay, right? And it's totally normal to feel my heartbeat pick up when a man gets naked on TV, right? Everyone feels that way about Johnny Depp, he's a good looking guy.

-and she explained to him, quite simply, "Steve, honey, that's kinda gay." To which he responded with a simple "Huh," and then was instructed to maybe watch a gay porn and see how it makes him feel. He supposed it was the safest option anyway. Going out to a bar and picking up a guy could go wrong in more ways than one. He liked his face, thought it was quite pretty actually and didn't want to have it rearranged along with his brain for yet another time. At least with watching a tape, he was safe and not using another person for his self exploration. Well, like with porn that's what the actors expected and consented to upon filming. Right? So what's the harm?

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Their morning was the usual, Steve waking up at the ass crack of dawn to go out for a run, getting home just in time to witness Eddie shuffling from the kitchen to the living room, settling onto the couch with his feet tucked beneath him, holding a large mug that contained probably a pound of sugar and a few dozen ounces of coffee. His hair was ungodly, smashed flat on one side and frizzy to all hell on the other. Always ringless and clad in simple grey sweatpants or sometimes just his boxers. The sight alone made Steve's stomach flutter, let alone the fact that he was the only person on the planet that got to witness Eddie in this form.

Sleepy and a touch grumpy because "Jesus H. Christ, Steve, close the damn blinds, it's too early for sunshine,” Eddie was never a morning person or for as long as Steve knew him anyway. The young metalhead getting out of bed and wanting pure silence and dim lighting to slowly ease him into the land of the living, plus needing a terrifying amount of caffeine and sugar to consider him a functional human being, maybe some people would think he was a dick in the morning but if Steve was honest with himself, he kinda loved it.

On the mornings where Eddie didn't come shuffling out of his room like a grumpy gremlin, maybe because he had a nightmare and couldn't sleep and didn't want to wake Steve up for the third time that week to climb into his bed for moral support, Steve would brew him a cup of coffee, make his favourite for breakfast (chocolate chip pancakes) and knock gently on his door, to say a quiet good morning and set the tray of goodies on the floor in front of Eddie's door for when he got up.

But this morning, the pair had some time for each other, a rare occurrence for their mornings. Steve's classes didn't start until 1pm and Eddie was up before he'd left. Steve drew the blinds closed, allowing only a gentle flow of sunshine to enter the room and sat on the opposite end of the couch before taking a chance to talk to Eddie before 9am.

Gently nudging the other man's thigh with his socked foot, Steve gained Eddie's attention, though his expression with something combined of a scowl and smile, like he was trying to keep up his grumpy morning routine but didn't entirely hate Steve.

"You sleep alright last night?"

The doe eyed man simply shook his head before he took a long sigh, slouching deeper into the couch and spoke, voice still gravely from sleep or more likely the lack of, "No, but I have to mail a few packages and actually have shit to do today, so here I am, amongst the living far too early for a man who only just fell asleep at 4am."

That wasn't totally out of the ordinary, Eddie was a bit of a night owl, but he looked exhausted, dark circles under his eyes and complexion somehow whiter than usual. "Nightmares?" Steve asked, knowing the answer was more likely than not a yes.

Eddie hummed an affirmative, taking another sip of his coffee and scowling out the window when he heard a car alarm outside begin to go off

"You know, if it still helps, you're always more than welcome to wake me up or join me. I don't mind. I'd rather lose a few minutes myself while you climb into bed versus you losing several hours." If anything, it made Steve's nights easier too, he still had nightmares but after years of coping with them on his own, he had a system down. Wake up, have a shower, maybe go for a walk and just start his day from there, as long as it was after 4 am anyway. But with Eddie by his side, he felt safe, hardly had nightmares when the man was in his bed and conscious of it or not, Eddie always seemed to know when they did occur. Rolling over in bed to pull Steve against his chest or carding his fingers through his hair.

But last time that happened, they woke up nothing short of tangled together, morning wood ever present and Eddie quite literally springing from bed upon the realisation. At first Steve was hurt, but like he kinda gets it now, he knows Eddie's gay, the guy probably felt guilty or something of that sort upon realising their predicament. But it's not like he knew Steve was (probably/ realising he was at the time) Bi-Sexual and honestly was kinda into the metalhead. Hell, if Steve woke up hard and cuddled into a friend he thought was straight, his reaction would probably be the same.

"Eddie I mean it,-" Steve persisted after receiving a noncommittal nod as an answer, "-if you're worried about last time,-" Eddie's gaze shifted to meet his once again, amber eyes hooded by dark thick lashes, a subtle blush creeping up the young man's cheeks, "- don't be, I didn't mind."

"You didn't mind," Eddie quietly scoffs, "-you didn't mind your raging homosexual of a roommate getting a stiffy in your bed? Ha, sure Harrington. Let alone it digging into your thigh?" He scoffs again, averting his eyes back to a random stain on the carpet in front of him, trying to hide the blush on his cheeks behind his coffee mug.

Shrugging, feigning confidence and totally not freaking out over his minor confession, Steve remains persistent, "Didn't mind it."

It was then that he watched Eddie's nose crinkle and brow furrow, an indecipherable look on his face that only grew more puzzling to understand as his eyes shifted back to meet Steve's. Almost like he was searching for something but wasn't quite sure what.

They remained silent for a few minutes, the ambient sound of the city bleeding through their brick walls and into their bones, the sound of coffee being sipped and shallow almost anxious breathing.

Then it occurred to Steve, if Eddie was going to be out this morning maybe he'd finally have time to watch one of those tapes Robin suggested. "Hey, um, wh- when are you gonna be back?"

Eddie hummed in question, taking a sip of his coffee, refusing to look at the man next to him.

"When will you be back? I uh, I could try to have lunch ready for you before I leave for class." Not that he wasn't asking an honest question, he was, he'd probably pop a frozen lasagna in the oven to be ready for when Eddie got home, but he also wanted to know how much time he had to himself for his 'research' while Eddie was out.

"Eleven, maybe." Eddie quietly spoke into his mug, downing the rest of his coffee, getting up and quietly padding back to the kitchen.

Before Eddie could disappear back into his room, Steve spoke up glancing at the stack of boxes piled by their front door, "Okay, well, I'll have something ready for lunch before I leave then. Hey, uh, you need some help getting those boxes down to your van?”

Eddie worked his jaw, seeming to consider the offer before drawing in a silent breath and waving Steve off with a flick of the wrist, "Don't you worry your pretty little head Harrington, I got it."

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Twenty minutes later Eddie was making his way out the door, boxes in hand as he smiled and wished Steve a good rest of his morning.

And okay, so maybe the indication of how excited Steve was to watch those tapes should have been proof enough.

Perched by the window his heart hammered in his chest as he waited to watch Eddie drive off in his van. No more than seconds later did Steve find himself scrambling to his room, digging out the tape from under his bed and popping it into the VCR in the living room.

Much too eager to even take the extra few steps to the couch, Steve plopped down feet from the TV and sat crisscrossed, waiting for the tape to roll.

Whoever had the tape before (which ew, now that Steve thought about that, hopefully the guy washed his hands) neglected to rewind the tape and apparently so did the video store. Without much warning the deep growl of moans began to pour from the TV in front of him and a blur of bare, tanned, hairy skin danced across the TV. It took a moment for Steve to process what was actually happening, but at least he wasn't appalled so that meant something he guessed and the sound of a man's deep groan made his briefs tighten, but immediately he knew this specific tape wasn't for him. He supposed he didn't find the men attractive, they were good looking, sure, but cookie cutter and lacking anything that he'd consider to be unique, alluring. No tattoos, pricing, scarring. Nothing that set them apart from the rest he supposed.

With less reservation then he probably should have had, Steve popped the tape out and without a thought pushed to look back in his and Eddie's tape collection. Behind the mix of horror, action and rom-coms, Steve found Eddie's not so secret, secret stash of porn tapes.

Was this over stepping some boundary ... maybe… but Eddie was a gay man, supposedly one with taste so it couldn't hurt to look. Out of the handful of tapes, they were surprisingly similar to the one Steve just ejected. Tanned, muscular, hairy men, some in gym shorts or cropped sports jerseys, but there was one, unmarked black case and a sticky tab on the tape that read "N⁰. 1" . It was weird but weird had to mean something other than cookie cutter right?

So Steve popped the tape in.

Sitting on the floor in front of the TV, Steve watched as the static turned to a dark, poorly lit bedroom, the only light being that of a lamp covered with a hanky. The low droll of metal music played in the background, audible enough to drown out the steps of the man walking into the frame. He was hardly visible, the dark glow of the room set a beautiful cast of shadows over his toned back and mess of long dark curls.

Already Steve was intrigued, this tape had a set of mystery, darkness and need. He felt his heart hammer in his chest sending the blood rushing south and he hadn't even seen anything other than this man's backside. But what he had seen was breathtaking.

Yeah this would do.

Before he missed anything too important Steve checked the clock, he still had over an hour until Eddie got home. With more haste than necessary, he ran to his bedroom, retrieving a box of tissues and a bottle of lube. By the time he settled back on the floor in front of the TV, the man on the screen was laying on a bed, leaning back on his elbow as his one hand lazily stroked his generous length. Steve wished he could see the guy's face, wanted to watch his eyes and the twist of his lips as he let subtle gasps escape into the air, but the man's identity was hidden in the shadows. His lower abdomen to toes only visible in the frame.

Fucking good enough though.

Soon enough Steve mirrored the man's position, leaning back on an elbow, sweatpants wrangled just low enough to expose himself, heavily lubed hand matching the steady pace in front of him. Breathy gasps began to climb their way up his chest while he continued to take in the body before him. A slender toned frame and subtle muscles flexing with every twist of a wrist.

'Fuckin’… Christ …' followed by louder gasps and shaky breaths, the voice on the screen groaned, its owner's pace quickening once again, the bed beginning to gently shake under his haste.

The man's voice alone nearly sent Steve over the edge, for some reason it sounded so familiar but good god did it do something to him. "Oh fuck," Steve gasped, digging his nails into the carpet below him, toes curling and ecstacy boiling in his veins. He was so close. Moving quickly Steve pulled his shirt up his chest, exposing a blank canvas ready to be painted. Biting his lip, until nearly painful, he moaned along with the man on the screen, hardly being able to keep his eyes open from pleasure alone.

He wanted to watch the other man come goddammit, he wasn't going to finish until he did. Thankfully he didn't need to wait much longer, staggered movements and a deep rattling groan later Steve joined the man in toppling over the edge. The sound alone made his bones ache for more.

Chest and stomach painted white, air hot and breaths staggered, Steve took a minute to collect himself. Listening to the man on the screen pant, barely catching the smattering across his lower abdomen, Steve wanted to crawl through the TV screen and lick the dark haired beauty clean. Though apparently he was capable of that himself, moving into the light enough to expose a dim shadow of his lower face the man lifted his hand to his mouth, licking off any and all traces of his own release with a deep groan of satisfaction.

"Holy fuck," Steve gasped, out of breath and taking more effort than he deemed typically necessary to lean forward and stop the tape to rewind it. As the VHS spun back to its beginning, Steve took his time lazily cleaning his chest and stomach, come getting stuck in his copious amounts of body hair as he went. He'd have to shower before he went to class for sure.

With a groan and shaky knees Steve got off the floor, tucking himself back into his sweats when he remembered he'd promised Eddie lunch. "Fuckin' Munson," he huffed to himself, knowing for a fact if he didn’t feed Eddie the man would forget to himself. Making his way to the bathroom to wash his hands and start a shower, Steve soon found his way back to the kitchen, popping the frozen lasagna into the oven and heading back into the living room to clean up the disaster he left behind.

Shoving the tapes back in their designated spots, porn in the back, rom-coms in the front, it eventually looked as if Steve was never there. Minus the image burned into his brain of his dick in hand and another man's body on TV.

Carrying on like normal, almost an hour later Steve found himself in the shower thinking of the man again. Long dark hair, lean and toned figure, a raspy groan that'll forever be ringing in his ears and how badly he'd wished he could have seen his face and feel his skin beneath his fingertips. Maybe the guy had more tapes. Oof, imagine that. Would it be weird to ask Eddie if he had any more of this guy?

Probably.

After painting the walls of the shower white and gasping so aggressively his throat was sore, Steve wrapped a towel around his waist, the fabric irritating his overly spent cock and padded back into the main living area.

Perched on a bar stool at the kitchen island he couldn't help but chuckle to himself knowing he'd have to give Robin an update on his research findings. That'd make for an interesting conversation. But before he could even begin to dwell on the topic the buzzer to the oven sounded signalling the Lasagna was ready.

Hair damp and still only in a towel, Steve made his way to the stove where he pulled on a pair of oven mitts and opened the oven door to feel the rush of heat wash over him. Typically soothing, the warmth was a bit much after his recent activities so with a huff of lingering exhaustion Steve removed the lasagna. And because his mind was too preoccupied with 'Holy Shit, I'm 100% Bi-Sexual & Jesus I just watched Eddie's porn,' he didn't quite hear the door to the apartment open but he sure heard as Eddie's loud, sing songy voice bellowed, "Honey, I'm-"

Though he heard it, it scared the shit out of him too, causing him to jump and brush the metal pan against his gut. Searing his skin he tossed the pan on the stove top with a yelp, "Ah! FUCK!"

The motion of the jump in pain also caused his towel to hit the floor.

"Steve you alright?" Eddie called from the entryway where he was probably toeing off his shoes, voice bleeding concern before he rushed to the kitchen.

Buttass naked and cursing under his breath at the pain blooming on his stomach, Steve tried to gather his bearings before Eddie entered the room, "Don't come in here, give me a sec."

But of course it was too late, Steve was bent over grabbing his towel, ass facing out of the kitchen, pointing directly to Eddie who was rounding the corner and stifled a rather obvious giggle at the sight before him.

"Fuck man," Steve huffed in embarrassment, standing upright wrapping his towel securely around his waist, wincing when the fabric brushed his fresh burn.

Cheeks growing redder by the second, it took Eddie a moment to meet Steve's eye but when he did, he couldn't help but appear concerned, "You okay there, Big Boy?"

Steve deadpanned, moving to the sink to get a cool cloth to soothe his burn, "Please do not call me Big Boy after you just saw me naked"

"All I saw was your ass! Nothing else, I swear!"

"Uh-Huh," Steve laughed to himself, wincing once again as the miniscule movement of his skin pulled at his new brand.

The room silent for all of two seconds, Eddie took the time to glance over Steve's nearly nude form while he searched for the source of the younger's outcry, only noticing the blooming red mark above Steve's towel as the man moved to drench a rag in the running water.

"Oh, you burnt yourself," Eddie's voice was concerned, caring, almost soothing in itself. With careful steps he approached Steve who was now leaning against the sink, cool cloth pressed to his scorched skin. Eddie was close, his breath would have ghosted Steve's skin if he stepped any closer, the atmosphere suddenly felt so intimate, the wooden floorboards creaking under his feet with every motion. Eddie's hand hovered mere inches from Steve's that held the cloth, "Let me take a look?" He asked, looking up at Steve through thick eye lashes.

Butterflies swarming in his gut, Steve nodded, eyes never once leaving Eddie's face while he pulled the cool cloth back to reveal his burn. He watched as Eddie's lips turned down and he quietly spoke, "Oh Stevie," the man's eyes remained on the brand as he gently squeezed Steve's wrist and continued, "wait right here, I think I have some burn cream in my room."

What Eddie had burn cream for, Steve didn't entirely know, but he didn't question it, the man was a walking hazard so he supposed it made sense to have precautionary supplies. Before he could ponder the thought much longer Eddie had returned with a small tube in hand.

He was back in Steve's space once again, but now his eyes were focused on Steve's, watery from the pain and pupils still blown wide from his post release bliss. Eddie pursed his lips into a flat line, waving the tube of burn cream between them before he quietly spoke, a nervous tinge to his voice and a blush to his cheeks, "You, uh, you want to do this or you want me to?"

Really Steve should have thought about it more, he was still only wrapped in a towel, dick and balls, a gentle breeze from being revealed or truthfully jolted back to life in what would be an even more embarrassing turn of events, but he didn't think about it much more than that. The want to have Eddie take care of him, forcing the word from his lips before he could second guess himself.

"You," he quietly breathed, knowing his cheeks probably matched the colour of the burn on his tummy.

Eddie swallowed, eyes searching Steve's, working his jaw for a beat before he confirmed, "Yeah?"

Steve nodded, the feeling of butterflies in his gut feeling comparable to a tornado.

"Okay," Eddie gave a single tight nod, eyes focusing on the sink while he waved Steve off to the side, "scooch over then Sugar, I need to wash my hands first."

The nicknames weren't anything new, but they still made the blood in Steve's cheeks churn, he loved them, probably more than he should honestly. But he listened, stepping off to the side while Eddie scrubbed his hands clean, tube of burn cream pinched between his front teeth.

And then he turned towards Steve, cheeks red while he gave him a nervous smile and softly spoken, "Let me know if it hurts too much, ‘kay?"

Steve nodded and tried his damndest to suppress the shiver that racked his body as Eddie stepped back into his space, placing one hand on his bare hip, cool rings a welcome contrast to his flushing skin while he steadied Steve. With soft, gentle movements, Eddie brushed the cream over Steve's burn, if it didn't hurt so much he'd probably be suppressing a moan as opposed to a wince.

Eddie bent closer to the abrasion, checking it over, dull breath barely ghosting over Steve's abs, "You're staying home today okay? I want to keep an eye on that."

And if Eddie was being selfish, wanting to take care of Steve for a day, that was his own secret to keep.

Standing up, Eddie turned to wash his hands in the sink, looking over his shoulder to talk to Steve, "Go put on some sweats, no shirt, we don't want fabric clinging to that and I'll pop in a movie for us."

Steve knew there was no point in arguing but if he remembered right, Eddie had shit to do and he voiced that concern, to which the metalhead responded, "Don't worry your pretty little head. I got my stuff mailed, everything else can wait. Now go get changed, I'll meet you back in the living room."

So that's what Steve did, changed into a pair of sweats he wasn't entirely sure were his or Eddie's, passed on a shirt and settled onto the couch to wait for his roommate. A few minutes later the older man returned in comfy clothes himself, a beer in each pocket, weighing his sweat pants down to a dangerous depth, dark hair peeking out from between the cropped band shirt and hemline of Eddie pants. He deposited two plates and beer onto the coffee table then proceeded to move towards the TV, evidently plopping down where Steve jacked off an hour ago. He picked through the movies until he settled on some Rom-Com.

He turned back to Steve with a smile, "I know, not quite my jam, but you're injured so I guess I'll concede."

Eddie joined Steve on the couch where they cracked a beer and watched the movie in silence until the lasagna had cooled enough to the point where they could actually eat, to which Steve groaned and teased Eddie about his odd choice of topping his own lasagna with Ranch, like a psychopath.

They continued to playfully banter back and forth for the remainder of the movie, Steve nudging Eddie with a socked foot anytime he said something dumb (read: something that made the butterflies in Steve's stomach worse.)

And that's how they spent their day, watching movies, teasing one another and eventually doing the dishes and laundry together. Several movies and a few loads of laundry in, they found themselves perched on the fire escape, night sky hanging above them, backs against the warm brick wall and asses aching from the metal grate beneath them. Shoulders and thighs pressed against one another they smoked in silence, taking in the sounds of the city around them.

"Today was nice," Steve softly spoke, shuffling to sleepily lean his head on Eddie's shoulder, wincing as his burn rubbed against the fabric of his sweatpants in the confined position.

Eddie stilled for a moment, breath hitching while Steve sunk deeper into his position. Eventually taking a shaky breath, he settled and replied, "Aside from burning yourself?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah it was hey?" Eddie's hand found its way to Steve's hair where he gently carded through Steve's once famous locks, "Wish we could do this more often."

Leaning into the touch and ever so slowly melting from the sensation alone, Steve quietly asked, "Why don't we?"

Eddie shrugged, jostling all of the parts of Steve that rested against him until he came up with an answer, "Guess we're both just so busy."

"Well let's not be so busy." Steve yawned before drifting into a momentary slumber, nuzzling deeper into Eddie's shoulder as the city around them soon joined.

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Later that night Eddie helped to wash Steve's burn and reapply the burn cream, adding a bandage to it for the night to shield it from the blankets that could potentially rub against it and cause irritation. With burning cheeks and a whirlwind of butterflies in their tummies both men found their ways to their own bedrooms, settling in for the evening, reminiscing the last several hours they'd spent with one another. They couldn't remember the last time they'd had a day like that, if they'd even had. But they both knew it was nice, something they could get used to, something they wanted more than just in a blue moon.

That night Steve dreamt of calloused hands brushing over his skin and the moans of a man he'd only heard on the TV.

While Eddie, the night owl, stayed up until the early hours of the morning, withering in his bed under the dark glow of a hanky covered lamp, hand clasped over his mouth to silence his sounds. Simultaneously completing his 'work' for the day and adding to his (and now Steve's) not so secret porn stash beneath the living room TV.

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Murder Drones Theories/Observations !!!

I'm sure any Murder Drones fans(myself included) are excited for the final episodes to be released soon! But, I've made some observations from the currently existing episodes that I'm not sure if anyone has brought up yet. Here are my points!

(Brace yourself, this may get lengthy)

Let's get into the longer stuff first. In episode 5, we are taken into N's memories and see what life was like for them while they worked for Tessa's rich family. I think it's worth noting that the disassembly drones that we know in the present time have yellow eyes. However, in these past memories, they have white eyes.

Pay attention to the glow of the eyes, since it can get difficult to tell sometimes. Even if the yellow appears white sometimes, you can see the blurred yellow glow if you look closely. Here's a better comparison with past CYN and N:

Maybe they(N, J, and V) haven't become disassembly drones yet? Honestly I don't think we even know what a disassembly drone is. Actually wait, N actually says exactly that: "Aren't you worried we have no idea what we even are?!" (from episode 3, time 4:22)

On the subject of eyes, I see people commonly confusing some colours with others. Doll has orange eyes, and Alice's eye colour sits somewhere in between Doll's colour and the disassembly drone colour.

Idk it's like a copper?? Or they're the same and Doll's eyes are just dimmer than Alice's. The point is, they don't have yellow eyes. I'm mentioning this because the only drones we've seen associated with the colour yellow are the disassembly drones. Moving on!

At the end of episode 1, the last shot we see is this:

You can probably see that this resembles the symbol of the absolute solver. Of course, I don't know what these devices are - satellites, cannons, or even landing pods or whatever - but this makes me think that the solver originates from off the planet and operates remotely. Additionally, it's been said that the Absolute Solver "took CYN as a host". So CYN and the Solver are not the same; they are separate entities. Or at least, they were. (We don't see CYN acting as a normal drone at any point, only as taken over by Solver.)

+ Other small details I noticed!

1- The lace headpiece that J, V, and CYN wear in episode 5 all have eyeball patterns on them. (resembling the Solver's signature tubular eye cameras)

2- The binary code around the window says "01101110 1110101 1101100 1101100". Using a conversion site translates it to "null"

3- The Copper system appears to be the furthest from Earth(based on what is shown), and at least 2 colonized planets excluding Copper 9 have been taken over by Solver. Earth has also been taken over/destroyed by the Solver.

(the distance shown is not accurate to distance between planets, these are merely how I put the separate frames next to each other)

4- V is a zombie drone? Her eye screen displayed a 'Fatal Error' message earlier in episode 5 like other drones in the library, after which she ends up sporting the same wings and crazed state that Uzi had in episode 4.

Adding onto this, while she is in her zombie mode her lights are yellow. After Uzi hacks into the Solver's body and lets go of V, her eyes are back to white and her behaviour is normal. - This is visible from a little before 18:00 mins. into episode 5 and the seconds that follow.

5- Tessa and CYN have the same hairstyle.

I don't personally think this holds deeper meaning, since it's said that Tessa gives her favourite drones their hair. Oh I just noticed, CYN has the bow too!

6- The doll that CYN disassembles.

I don't understand why this was shown in great focus in episode 5. The only thing I can possibly think of is that it implies that the Solver can take control of biological beings, like humans? I'm not really convinced on this, but this and my previous observation about CYN and Tessa could add on to the theory that's been going around that Tessa is being controlled by the Solver. Maybe if we saw present Tessa with her helmet off we could se what colour her eyes are?

lol jk I know the humans being silhouettes is a stylistic choice.

And that's the end! Feel free to correct me or add on to anything I've theorized about here.

Thanks for reading!

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holly-the-trash-writer · 2 years

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My Butterfly

Eleventh Doctor x Fem!Reader

Another request for you lovely, lovely people!

Synopsis: Reader loves butterflies. Isn't it just a coincidence that the Doctor has a room on the Tardis dedicated to butterflies.

Word Count: 805

A/N: On doing research for the fic I read that it is canon in an audio episode that Eleven had a butterfly room on the Tardis and I am obsessed with this idea.

Y/n grinned as she licked her ice-cream and the Doctor and her walked through central park hand-in-hand.

“What if I dropped this right now and, I don’t know, Jackie Kennedy slips on it and never meets John Kennedy. What would happen?”

“Well...” The Doctor raised an eyebrow at her, “Just don’t drop your ice-cream then.” He tsked, “You humans love to think bad of everything don’t you.” The Doctor shook his head, “Can’t you just enjoy your ice-cream without worrying about what would happen if you step on a butterfly.”

Y/n gasped, “What would happen if I stepped on a butterfly? Would it re-write history? Would I fade away like Marty in Back to the Future.” She gasped, “Oh! Oh! Would-”

The Doctor placed his hand over her mouth, “It would die.” Giving her a pointed look before the two started walking again.

“I love butterflies.” she pouted.

The Doctor smiled, “Well, I have got just the thing to show you.” he took her hand and pulled her along.

“What is it?” Y/n laughed as he dragged her along.

The Doctor never answered, instead he picked up the pace until the two were sprinting back to the Tardis.

“Where are we going?” She asked as they entered the Tardis.

She was confused when the Doctor ignored the console and jumped down the stairs, “Come on.” he waved her over before he started down the corridor.

“Doctor?” Y/n shook her head before she ran after him.

Coming around the corridor she slowed to a stop as the Doctor was waiting outside a room with a smug smile on his face.

“This is one of my favourite rooms.” The Doctor grabbed the handle and turned it, opening the door for Y/n to step through.

Y/n smiled as she walked past the Doctor and into the room, “Oh. My. God.”

She was outside. Y/n was outside on a hill. A gentle breeze blew past her and the sky was a brilliant blue but being outside wasn’t the most amazing thing.

The grass stretched out for miles, they were currently standing on a large grassy hill and to the left of them was a large meadow.

There were butterflies everywhere. They were all different kinds, different species, all from different planets.

“What do you think?” The Doctor closed the door behind him and stood beside her.

Y/n’s jaw was on the ground, “I- You- Where-”

The Doctor laughed before he sat criss-crossed on the grass, tugging on her hand until she got the idea and sat beside him.

“This is amazing.” Y/n told him, “When did you get this?”

“Long time ago.” The Doctor lay back on the grass, stretching his legs out, “Just been adding to it over time.”

Y/n looked around trying to take in everything as fast as possible, “How many?”

The Doctor hummed as he also looked around, “Billions.” He didn’t take his eyes off her as she held out her finger and a butterfly fluttered onto it. She turned to him smiling brightly before looking back at the blue butterfly. It was a moment so perfect that he wished he could freeze it and visit it every day for the rest of his life.

“That is a Blue Adonis, only native in the Gardens of Papillion.” he pointed to the insect that was lazily fluttering its wings. “I remember a saying decades ago at the academy, how the beat of its wings in Mettula Orionsis caused a time storm in the Mutter’s Spiral.”

Y/n looked at the butterfly in amazement. How could something so small cause a time storm of all things?

“Do you want to know something else about them?” The Doctor sat up slowly so not to disturb the moment.

Y/n nodded eagerly.

He slowly reached out and took Y/n’s other hand and gently raised it, fanning out her fingertips, “They hate being alone.”

Y/n jumped as five more of the same species fluttered onto her fingers. “They always need company, not doing well on their own.”

Y/n smiled and turned to look at him, “Sounds like someone I know.”

The Doctor looked at her, really looked at her. Sitting on the grass, a small breeze blowing through her hair, her hands raised as six butterflies were happily perched on her fingers. Her eyes sparkling as she smiled at him.

How has he ended up here? Sitting in the Tardis, surrounded by butterflies, beside the kindest, most beautiful and most important human he’s ever met.

No longer able to help himself he leaned forward and cupped her face, pulled her towards him and crashed their lips together. The butterflies fluttered around their heads as he poured his soul into the kiss.

He continued to give her small kisses before resting his forehead against hers. Only two words coming to mind.

My butterfly.

#11th doctor #doctor who x reader #eleventh doctor x y/n #eleventh doctor x reader #doctor who #eleventh doctor #doctor who x fem!reader #doctor who x y/n

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sol-consort · 3 months

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ASGEJDK thank you for dignifying my ask with such a wonderful response, it was *chef's kiss*. Delicious. Thank you for the food. Prepare to have me with my mind in the gutter in your ask box every few days about this man.

Steering away from the horny, I found out (or maybe I knew and just forgot) a few days ago that turian shells are made out of metal, aka humans can potentially stick fridge magnetic on them

Oh please do! I don't really have any other anon besides you atm. Ones that request things at least even drabbles <3 so thank you so much for being here. I would love to talk about that man endlessly, i am down bad for most characters in this game like 90% of the turian npcs can hit it raw.

I did read about the metal thing before when I was reading their wiki because I couldn't understand what the fuck their skin is. Apparently they're birds and not lizards so their skin isn't leathery but metalic and shell like texture? It evolved to protect them from the radiation of their planet.

Imagine the crew playing a mini game with Garrus where they try to sneak as many firdge magnets onto his back or head before he could notice.

You're the leading one in this, coming up to him with the pretense of a friendly hug as you let him pick you up and nuzzle his beak against your neck. The slightest raspy purring sound coming from the back of his throat as your hands move to let the magent slip onto his head fringe.

There is a whiteboard in the kitchen where you keep scores, winner by the end of the week gets to pick the luxury non-military rations for the next week.

With the smirk on Garrus's face, you have the slightest suspicion that he is aware of this scheme and leeching hugs off of you while keeping you well fed with your favourite food. But he can't let the rouse up. Otherwise, the rest of the crew gets suspicious.

They'd probably try it with EDI, too, bc she is fully metalic, but she catches them in the act too soon, and Joker shuts down the game. Meanwhile, Legion actually likes having fridge magents on themselves and steals them off of Garrus's back to use as decorations.

#legion mass effect #edi mass effect #garrus vakarian #garrus x reader #☆blue anon #☆Edi #☆Garrus #☆Legion #mass effect #fluff #☆fluff

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gglitch1dd · 2 years

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Day 2: The demon, Kacchan

Demon/incubus Bakugou x Human AFAB Reader

You knew you should have never listened to Denki when he suggested going to that frat party. Now you were being sacrificed to a demon they all call, Kacchan. 5,9k (NSFW Warning.)

Note: Degradation, Kacchan being rude. Reader and Denki get drugged. Demons. Reader gets called a princess like once. Hinted Kiribaku. Denki makes a joke about reader's parents relationship in one line. (cries in unhappy marriage child)

“This is all your fault Denki.” You scolded your vivid blond best friend as you were both currently sitting at the back of a van, blind folded and tied up.

“Me! How is this my fault?” He asked confused and if you could see him, you would have noticed that his eyebrows were furrowed. He was somewhere near you. You weren’t sure where but all you cared about was the fact that he could hear you, therefore you could shout at him for putting you in this situation.

You wiggled in your restraints trying to get closer to him. You growled out at him in anger. “How is it your fault!? You took me to this party that I wanted no part in!” You shouted at him.

It was true. You wanted to stay home and spend the rest of your night watching your favourite show and stuffing your face in food and drinking enough energy drinks to probably keep you awake till next week. You could have been having a splendid time if your overexcited best friend hadn’t practically forced you out in your pajamas to a frat party that wasn’t even that great. He had forced you to change in the car as you drove there.

You both arrived at the party, him excited of course and probably high on the smell of smoke in the air. You weren’t exactly anti-parties, but you had gone out with Denki enough times that week to know that you just wanted to be at home. At first, you stuck to Denki as he made his way through the party. You smiled and greeted everyone you knew, made conversation, you tried to at least enjoy yourself while you were there. You had a drink or two, nothing bad. You watched Denki get absolutely schooled in beer pong. Everything was actually going well.

Until the world started getting hazy and you found yourself being pushed into a van with your best friend already drunk off his axis. Which is how you got here. Shouting your lungs off at him at the back of the van as you tried to thrash around, hopefully hitting him in your actions. If you were going to brutally murdered in the forest for some sick pyschopaths at least you wanted Denki to know it was his fault.

“My mother always warned me about you!” You shouted at him. “She told me you were a bad influence, and she was right!”

“WELL SHE WASN’T RIGHT ABOUT HER HUSBAND NOW WAS SHE!” Denki shouted. “Besides, where would you be without me?”

“Having straight good grades and a sleep schedule!”

“Who needs those things?”

“We do, Denki!”

“WHY DON’T YOU BOTH SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Someone shouted from the front of the van, clearly annoyed with the both of you talking and bickering like little pre-schoolers. You heard the same guy. The purple haired, tired man shook his head as he tried to focus on the dark road. “Jeez, I wish I could just go home and sleep.” He grumbled as he rubbed his eyes, keeping one hand on the steering wheel. “Is Midoriya already there?” He asked the person sitting in the passenger seat.

She nodded with a hum. “Yep.” She tapped at her phone, making sure that everything would be ready once they got there. “Him and Todoroki said they already have everything set up, Shinso.” The woman turned to him, her dark grey eyes on him as they soon came to a stop to the road. “All that’s left to do is take them there and the ritual can begin.” She told him, opening the door as the van came to a stop itself.

Shinso groaned as he undid his seatbelt. “It better, Momo. I don’t see why we had to grab the two noisiest people on this planet.” He grumbled.

“Something I asked myself when I fucked your parents.” You shot back at him.

“WOOOOOO!” Denki shouted, cheering you on. “BURN!” He shouted.

You both chuckled at the joke at the purple haired man, who slammed the door in annoyance. Him and Momo walked to the back, opening the doors to the van to grab the both of you. It was dark in the forest. Almost pitch black, other than the glowing moon and bright night sky. Shinso pulled Denki out of the van first before pulling you. Momo pulled your blindfolds off but just moved them to your mouths to shut the both of you up. Your eyebrows furrowed as you mumbled out to her in anger at being kidnapped. Of course, Denki joined you before realising how attractive the both of them were. He wiggled his eyebrows at Shinso who only gave him an annoyed look.

“Move!” He shoved your vivid blond best friend forward.

You looked around as the two of you were forced to walk alongside them up what seemed to be a forest path. It was dark out, still night, but you weren’t sure of the time. You were drugged when you were grabbed at the party, so you really didn’t have much of a concept of time. Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to understand what they wanted with the both of you. Judging by their words, they were probably part of a cult.

Your suspicions were confirmed when you were both pushed into a clearing in the middle of the dense dark woods. Surrounding a circle with candles at certain points were men and women dressed in cloaks. Most of them wore vivid orange cloaks while a specific one of them wore a black one that had an orange rope tied around his waist instead. They all had some sort of black make up on their face drawn as a sort of mask across their eyes.

You and Denki shared a glance.

Definitely a cult.

“Midoriya!” Shinso called as he walked over towards the circle. Turning around in the black cloak was a man with green curly hair and vivid green eyes with freckles all over his face that disappeared down his neck. He was cute, even with the make-up and the whole cult thing. It always had to be the attractive ones that were batshit crazy. He looked at the both of you for a moment, before his face split into one of sort of excitement. “We brought them.” Shinso continued.

The man named Midoriya smiled broadly as he clapped his hands. “Amazing. Thank you, brother Shinso.” He thanked as he went around the circle to head towards you and Denki.

You looked around the circle, looking at all the other people. There was a man with dark blue hair and sharp ticked eyebrows. Another man had hair split in the middle of red and white, who looked rather stoic. There was a pink cheeked woman who followed Midoriya, she had shot brown hair, with a small pony at the back of her head. Lastly there was another green haired woman with big wide eyes and a cute smile. Why did they all look like such nice ordinary people. It made it exceedingly hard to hate them. But then again, you were just waiting for the whole “going to be sacrificed” thing to kick in.

Midoriya stood before you and Denki with a soft smile. “Welcome, now I know you have many questions but those aren’t important right now.” Denki’s face scrunched up in confusion at Midoriya’s words. “What is important is this process that you are about to be part of.” He told you almost as if it was a wonderful thing. You looked at this guy as if he was crazy. Mostly because he was. Midoriya looked between you and Denki before deciding on settling on you. He placed a hand on your shoulder and smiled. “Don’t worry, I’m sure he’ll like you.” Midoriya grabbed you and started pulling you to where he was previously standing.

You tried screaming to Denki as you tried to fight out of Midoriya’s hold which was surprisingly strong for how he looked. Denki’s eyes widened as he tried shouting your name through the muffled cloth but he was kept back by Momo and Shinso. You tried fighting your way to your best friend, but it wasn’t working. You were forced against your will to your knees by the head of the circle in front of Midoriya.

Midoriya looked up at the sky, keeping his hands on you. He cleared his throat before looking to the man with dark blue hair. He nodded his head. “Iida, would you mind.”

Iida shook his head as he cleared his throat. He opened up a book with an image of what looked like an explosion imprinted on the leather cover. He started saying some words in a language you didn’t understand. That’s when you noticed that the black sand they had used to draw the circle was starting to glow a sort of neon orange. In the circle was what looked like the exact same symbol on the book but much larger of course. All of them started humming and it was then that you felt as though you were truly about to die. You looked around at all of them, hoping someone, anyone would do something. You looked to Denki with scared eyes. Denki was still shouting his throat raw as he tried fighting against Shinso and Momo to get to you. He wasn’t exactly what nonsense was going on but he sure wasn’t going to stand for it.

However, nothing prepared you for when you notice that in the middle of the circle, there was sparking of almost something igniting. Your eyebrows furrowed at the sight of it. Then suddenly a huge explosion went off, hot air blowing in your face as you leaned back slightly. It caused you to close your eyes at how bright it was, and if your hands weren’t bound behind your back, you would have covered your ears too.

“WHO FUCKING DARES TO DISRUPT ME!” A loud voice went out in the area as the fire didn’t stop. You looked up at the pillar of the flames. Soon the flames grew lower but they didn’t cease completely. Floating above the ground with a scowl on his face was what you could only call a demon. He had ash blond hair that looked rather spikey. His eyes glowed a vivid bright orange light as he barred his teeth with sharp canines at you. He had black bull like horns on his head but otherwise looked mostly like a man. His hands from the elbows down seemed to fade into black and looked more like claws than anything. A black demon tail swung behind him as he growled down at all of you.

All the many different cult people went to their knees and bowed at the being in front of you.

Midoriya was the only kept standing as he reached a hand up forward. “Oh your regency and amazing Kacchan.” He said to the being.

The demon, Kacchan’s, face fell in almost annoyance. His eyes stopped glowing as he fell down to the ground. That’s when you saw that truly his eyes were of the richest blood red that you had ever seen in your life. Sleeked half lidded eyes with eyelashes that made him look like a modal. “Oh its Deku and his fucking fan club.” He said almost like it was a continuous occurrence that he had gone through. He rolled his eyes. “What do you want, fucking nerd?” He asked as he put a hand to his thin waist. He picked at his teeth as he waited for a response.

“Oh great Kacchan,” Kacchan rolled his eyes. “We sacrifice and offer up this mortal being,” Midoriya pushed you into the circle, making the fire around it grow at the presence of a new organic being that was there. You looked up at the demon, Kacchan with wide eyes. He looked up at you without a particular emotion other than a raised eyebrow. “in exchange for Eijiro Kirishima back.” That caught the demon’s attention. “We kinda...” Midoriya scratched the back of his head with a chuckle. “We need him to win the basketball game against our rivals, B-Team.” He let out in embarrassment.

The blond folded his arms over his chest with an annoyed look. “Now what if I don’t want to give back the redhead? Then what?” He asked with a raised eyebrow. Midoriya opened his mouth but then had a rather blank expression on his face. Kacchan tilted his head to the side with a glare. “You didn’t think about that, now did you, stupid nerd?” He asked. Midoriya chuckled in embarrassment as he looked down away from the scrutinizing gaze of the blond.

The demon rolled his eyes. “Fucking idiots.” He grumbled under his breath as he walked over to you. “Oi! You.” He bent down and ripped the gag out of your mouth. He looked down at you with a frown. “What’s your name?”

You just blinked up at him for a moment. “Y/N.”

“Well, you’re mine now, sweet thing.” He pointed towards himself. You scrunched up your face as you looked him up and down. He wasn’t exactly ugly. He was really attractive, actually. He just seemed like he frowned more than he smiled. That was real unfortunate. Your eyes judged his appearance for a moment, judging his all-black fashion. Kacchan’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at you with a scowl. “Hey! Don’t look at me like that! What the fuck are you looking at?”

“You.”

“Of course, you’re looking at me dipshit!”

“Then why did you ask?”

“YOU WERE LOOKING AT ME LIKE I WAS A FUCKI-”

“Stop shouting, I’m right here. There’s no need to shout, dickwad.” You told him.

Kacchan seethed in rage as he balled his hands into fists. He sighed as he closed his eyes for a moment. He clenched his jaw as he tried to control his anger. “You were looking at me like I was a fucking piece of pie. Now stop it.”

You just stared up at him blankly. Kacchan sighed in defeat. “What’s your name?” You asked him.

Kacchan opened his mouth to answer. “Kacchan!” Midoriya answered for him chirpy.

Kacchan turned to the green haired man with anger in his eyes. “No one was talking to you, you damn nerd!” He shouted at him. He turned back to look down at you. “My name is Bakugou Katsuki.” He answered your question. “Now lets go.” He pulled you up to your feet easily by the scruff of your neck.

“Where are we going?”

“To my dimension.” He answered you as he turned his back to Midoriya and drew a line with his hand down the centre of the circle. Instantly an orange portal appeared.

“But I have a lecture in the morning.” You told him honestly.

Bakugou looked down at you. He frowned. “Shame. You won’t need fucking classes where we’re going.” He told you.

“But I want to go to my class. I’m doing good in that one.”

Bakugou groaned as he looked up at the starry sky. He looked at you with a scowl. “Why do you talk so much?” He glared down at you. He reached a hand through the portal, seemingly grabbing something. Suddenly, he pulled something out of the portal. Someone, actually. Stumbling out of the portal dressed in shorts and was otherwise bare to the cool air was a giant redhead with long thick red hair. He looked around with wide ruby eyes in surprise. He was giant and packed with muscles. Clearly very athletic and fit. “Oi! Eijiro.” Bakugou spoke. That caught the redhead’s attention as he turned to the blond. “Go win the game and I expect you back by next week.” He instructed the redhead.

The redhead’s face fell at that. “Awww, what?” He asked almost angry at that. “I don’t want to go.” He whined with a frown. The blond however just looked at him unimpressed. That just made the redhead sigh with a slumped expression. “Fine.” He let out with a pout. He then caught sight of you being held up by Bakugou. That’s when it clicked. That was one of your star basketball players that people say often just disappeared but was always miraculously there for games. Kirishima Eijiro. He winked down at you with a supportive smile. “Don’t worry. Katsuki is fun. Though I do hope you have high stamina, you’ll need it with that guy.” He motioned to Bakugou who only growled at his words. Kirishima chuckled putting his hands up in surrender. “Calm down Kitty Kat. I’ll see you soon. Don’t miss my dick too much.” He let out with an air kiss and a wink before turning around to leave the circle. He perked up. “Oh! Hey Izuku.” He let out happily.

Bakugou rolled his eyes before throwing you through the portal without a second thought.

You landed on marbled floors with a thud. “Ow.” You let out as you slowly sat up, off the ground. You then noticed that it was seriously bright wherever you were. You opened your eyes as you looked around. It was then that you noticed that it was suddenly daytime. You carefully pushed yourself off the ground to stand up.

Your eyes widened when you realised you weren’t in the forest anymore. You were currently staring out into the sea. The endless deep blue ocean with the cool air hitting your face. It was beautiful with sand the same colour as Bakugou’s hair and palm trees. You were standing in what looked to be a sort of white marbled building of sorts. There wasn’t any glass to stop the fresh air from hitting you and the sound of the waves from reaching your ears. The starry sky reflected down on the ocean surface almost in a beautiful mirage of an endless pool of stars.

“Like the view?” You turned around to find Bakugou standing there with his hands in his pockets. The portal gone as he stood where it once was. You didn’t answer him as you looked around. That’s when you noticed that it all looked like some huge stone villa. Bakugou hummed as he too looked around. “Not what you expected.” You shook your head as an answer. Bakugou frowned at your lack of verbal responses. “Now come on, you were all yappy just a few moments ago, now you want to be quiet?”

You folded your arms and looked away from him with your nose turned up. “What happened to me talking too much?” You asked him with a huff.

Bakugou looked at you in disbelief. “Oh come on.” You kept your composure as you looked away from him, turning your attention away from him. You walked away trying to look around the place. It seemed like something straight out of a heritage site yet new and uncracked. You walked towards the wide open space, looking around the area. To one side, up some steps was a round bed with lace hanging from the ceiling around it. Around the place were beautiful lanterns with intricate patterns that lit the place up with dim lighting. Enough to see but it really wasn’t necessary with how bright the stars and the moon were. With your eyes wide, you walked towards the bed. “Oi! Don’t ignore me!” Bakugou huffed as he folded his arms over his chest with a frown as you kept snooping around his place.

You soon realised that the whole place was on an island. A rather small island, if you thought about it. You wondered if he was the only one on this little island. It seemed so, as you didn’t see much traces of anyone else other than him. You walked around trying to snoop around his place in inspection.

“Hey! I-” Bakugou realised that just shouting at you wouldn’t work. You didn’t seem to listen to a word he was saying. He sighed as he stayed where he was standing close to his bed. He closed his eyes and brought his head down. “Can you please listen to me. I’m sorry for saying you talk too much.” He apologised, rather painfully if he were to be honest. He opened his eyes and noticed that you finally took interest in him again. Your eyes looked to him again as you tilted your head at him in wonder. Your eyes then glared at him for a moment, almost checking if he was being genuine. Bakugou didn’t move, waiting to see what you would do. Deciding that you were okay with him again, you waddled over to him. Bakugou smiled. “Great. Now here are some ground rules...” He started a bit more seriously. “Don’t go to the water by yourself. Do not break anything. Don’t use any of my magical items. Don’-”

“Are you the only one who lives here?”

Bakugou stopped talking as he looked down at you in surprise as you looked up at him inquisitively. He frowned at your question. “Yes. Now a-”

“Isn’t that lonely?” You looked around at his room. “Where is your family and friends?” You asked him confused.

“I don’t know, my old hag and my pops are somewhere off on holiday and my friends are in their own dimensions.” He waved his hand to the side as if it didn’t matter. “Anyway, don’t-”

“Sounds really lonely. I’m sorry about that.” You tell him with a concerned look. Bakugou sort of just gave up trying to talk to you as he saw it a waste of his time. Not if you would just interrupt him at every interval. He sighed as he just slumped, putting a hand over his eyes at the fact that he couldn’t even talk to you without you interrupting him. You tilted your head in confusion at his exasperation. You looked around again. “So do you have any food? I’m kinda hungry. Getting drugged does that to you.”

“I don’t eat food.” He told you honestly. He folded his arms over his broad and thick chest. He was dressed in a black tank top and low hanging black cargo pants that suited his whole aesthetic if you were honest. You also noticed that he had a really small waist.

You scrunched up your face at him. “Then how do you eat?”

“I’m an incubus.” He revealed to you. Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. At least it made sense how he was so damn sexy. He was made to look that way to seduce you into bed with him. “The more I have sex, the more sustained I am, in powers, appearance and health.” He explained to you. The blond thought for a moment as he took a few steps back. He thought about your original request. You were hungry. He couldn’t blame you. He knew what Midoriya and his crazy group of followers did to those they kidnapped. They drugged you and just threw you in the back of a van. He found it rather amusing, if he were honest, but he also knew that they were crazy so it wasn’t that much of a surprise. Bakugou hummed. “I could... get you food...” He said with an optimistic tone. Your expression brightened up. “But it would come with a price.” Your face fell and his only turned brighter.

He placed his hands in his pockets, his low hanging pants revealed his sex lines to you, deep and cut out. He had a devious smirk on his face, one that seemed to belong there as he was rather relaxed right now. He turned to not face you. You watched as his tail swished left and right curling behind him.

“You see, Eijiro and I were about to fuck when we were interrupted by the stupid nerd.” He informed you. “So this whole day, I’ve been rather abstinent.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “You call a day without sex, abstinence?”

He grinned, a full set of sharp teeth over at you. “Is it not, sugar?”

You frowned. You thought about it. Weighing the pros and cons. In exchange for something you had to pleasure him. It wasn’t too much of an ask, considering you would technically be feeding him, and he was hot as well. Besides, if you did this, maybe he could give you anything else you would have wanted. If you thought about it optimistically, he was basically like a sugar daddy. You smiled as you put your hands to your waist. “Alright then.” You said sweetly. “What do you want from me?”

He smirked. He turned to the side and walked over to a cushioned chair. He fell back effortlessly, his legs spread wide as he leaned back into the chair. He placed his hands on his lap as he looked back at you. He motioned down to his crotch that was now steadily starting to become more apparent. “Suck my cock.” He ordered with an almost overbearing smirk.

You raised an eyebrow at the request. You slowly walked right over to him. You looked down at him, your eyes not holding a specific emotion. You carefully grabbed onto his thighs and went onto your knees in front of him. You looked up at him, with wide expectant eyes, as you sat between his spread legs waiting for what he wanted you to do. Well that was new, Bakugou thought. He didn’t expect you to become so pliant so quickly. Was he going to complain?

Fuck no.

Bakugou brought his hand to your head, moving his warm large hand to just underneath your chin. He forced your head up to look at him. Your eyes looking up at him, waiting on his every word. He smirked. He could get used to this view. He admired your features for a moment, enjoying every second of this. “Take it out...” He bent down closer to your face, moving his lips to your ear. “Slut.”

You bit down on your bottom lip, holding back a moan at the degrading term. You reached forward as he straightened up in front of you. You undid his pants and slowly reached in to take his cock out. While you took out the his hot cock out of his pants, you admire his abdomen and the muscles he had earned for them. Carefully gripping his cock, you took him out, he was already hot an heavy in your hands. His cock was just as beautiful as him. Curved just a bit, in a way that you knew it would hit all the good spots inside you, with a thick head and a prominent vein on the side.

Bakugou watched comfortably as you practically salivated over his cock. He brought his hand to your chin, his fingers pressing your lips together to look up at him. “You said you were hungry, so fucking suck it.”

He let go of you. You nodded your head. You lifted your lips up to his cock. “Yes...sir.” You whispered as you never removed eye contact as you licked up his shaft with little to no hesitation.

Bakugou bit his bottom lip as he watched you lick up his shaft like a ice lolli. You closed your eyes with a quiet moan at the taste of him. He even tasted sexy. Sweet actually. Something like salted caramel but something unique to him. You weren’t sure what it was but it tasted too good to ignore. You brought your mouth up to the head of his cock. You wrapped your mouth around him, sucking on the head of his cock, letting your mouth swirl around the head. Bakugou put his head back as he groaned into the air at the rush of pleasure that went up his body. It was damn relieving to feel your mouth on him like that. He felt so much better as all the pent up feelings inside him slowly started to relax and still.

He nodded his head down to you as he watched you through half lidded lust filled eyes. Your lips were covered in saliva as you slowly sucked his cock. Where your mouth couldn’t reach, you used your hand to pump his cock. Bakugou moaned as he brought a hand to your cheek. He tapped your cheek gently. “Open up wider, I know you can.” He motivated you, which was met with immediate compliance as you widened your mouth and tried to relax your throat to let him in deeper. This caused for him to hit the back of your throat only making Bakugou roll his eyes back with a moan. “Fucking damn it. You’re so perfect. You’re doing so well, sucking my cock like a professional.” He praised you, stroking your cheek.

With his hard length inside your mouth, you only tried your best to give him as much pleasure as you could. You bobbed your head on his cock, letting spit dribble down your face to your chest. You held your breath as well as you could, wanting to please him before even allowing yourself to breathe. Bakugou found it almost admirable. You gasped as your lungs burned. You kept on moving your hands up and down his cock.

“Fuck... fuck, put your mouth back on my cock. I want to cum down your throat.” He told you as he sat up slightly, bringing his hand to the back of your head. Without a second to waste, you dove right back down, relaxing your body and loosening your mouth and throat to make space for his cock. Bakugou immediately began to face fuck you, eyes closed in pleasure as he moaned into the air. The sounds of his pleasure made you clench, your underwear soaked as you allowed him to use your mouth as he saw fit. Tears sprung to your eyes as he harshly slammed his cock into the back of your throat. “Such a good slut. A good fucking princess for sir. You want me to cum down your throat? You want to be a good cocksucker and take everything I fucking give you?” You nodded your head as best you could, much too eager for your own goodness. Bakugou’s grip on you was tight and harsh. You felt him tense up with your hands now on his thighs. He rolled his eyes back as he gasped for a second. “Fuck.” He drawled out in a groan as you felt his release fill your mouth. You quickly swallowed as much as you could, closing your eyes at how overwhelmed you felt. He kept your mouth there for a few more long seconds, not wanting a single drop to escape your mouth.

Suddenly you felt him let go of you. You gasped as you leaned back, your mouth wide open as you were heaving in air into your lungs. Your eyes were closed as your chest moved rapidly. Bakugou leaned back with a satisfied smile on his face. He looked back down at your messy state. Your appearance a mess but it was your spread legs with underwear that stuck to your sex that really caught his attention. He chuckled.

“Fine.” He slipped off the chair, down on his knees as well. “You needy little shit. I’ll take care of you.” He spread your legs and pulled away your underwear to see your glistening lips. “Look at that. Drenching yourself already.” He brought his hand to your face once more, forcing you to look up at him. You looked up at him hazy, your bottom lip out as you were forced to look at him. Bakugou’s red crimson eyes were stuck on you with newfound possession. “I’m glad those fucks sent you to me. I’m such a whore, it’s hard to find someone like me who loves passion just as much. So I might keep you around, babes... who knows what we could get up to.”

“Oh fuck!” You shouted as you felt Bakugou’s cock nudge a spot inside you that had you seeing stars. Your moans were straight out of a porn video and one would have thought of you having gone through a hurricane with how you look. You were bouncing up and down Bakugou’s cock, your hands on his chest bracing yourself as you moved yourself up and down. You could barely breathe more than short shallow gasps as you felt so overwhelmed with his cock, it was hard to actually breathe. Bakugou lay down on his bed, a hand behind his head as he admired you as you cried out to the heavens for him. “Katsuki! Katsuki, right there! You’re cock’s so fucking good.” You let out almost in a sob as tears sprung to your eyes.

Bakugou chuckled as he guided your hips, a hand on your hip this whole time. “That’s it. Such a good cocksleeve. You’re doing so well. Look at you, you aren’t sobbing this time. You’re adapting.” His voice was so condescending and derogatory, yet you couldn’t quite care. You loved the way he would talk to you as if you were nothing but dirt beneath him, there only for his pleasure an yet he would also praise you as if you were a deity worthy of it. Your thighs shook as you clamp down on him. You bit down on your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. “Come on, baby, cum for me.” He encouraged you as he stroked your sides lazily with a sloppy grin on his face.

“Hey Katsuki, I’m ba-” The words were sucked right out of Kirishima’s mouth as he stepped through the portal. His eyes were wide as he held a packet of caramel popcorn in his hand. His red ruby eyes went wide at the scene in front of him.

You squealed as you gushed all over Bakugou’s cock on top of him. Your sex wrapped tightly around him, trying to milk him for all he could give to you. Bakugou hummed as he watched you once again cum on his cock, collapse on top of him easily at the overstimulation. Your body twitched a bit as you breathed. He shushed you as he stroked your back gently. However, to his surprise, you started moving your hips.

Bakugou let out a loud laugh. “You still want more?” He asked surprised but amused. “My, my sugar. I think you’re after my own heart.” Bakugou turned his crimson gaze over to the frozen redhead with a now very prominent strained cock. He grinned, licking his lips. “Hey big red, I’ve missed you.” He motioned down to you on his chest. “Wanna join?”

Kirishima looked between you and Bakugou. You shakily turned your head to look at him as well. Kirishima took a moment to truly let it all click in his head. Then he was nodding his head furiously. He threw the popcorn to a nearby chair as he started tearing off his clothes immediately. He grinned. “Is that even a question?”

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