#the implications ooohh the implications!

[pantone-green-fiend]

Louis telling Claudia that if she were the last vampire on earth that she would be enough but then later Claudia says that he picked another one over her.. oh oh ok

[furashuban]

I'm already seeing people say that these kids are related to Hilda like they're her cousins and such, but I don't really believe that's the case and I think they're just completely different kids that happen to have inherited Hilda's characteristics the same way she had—however they all did at least until we find out in S3

[monicahar]

“my wife.”

how they address you. why does it make your heart skip a beat each time?

characters; neuvillette, wriothesley

—female pronouns obvi, aaaa this is so random😭 fluff, tad bit of crack, has suggestive themes/dirty jokes cause that's my humor in general, just tryna get into writing again heehaa don't mind me ʘ⁠‿⁠ʘ

NEUVILETTE always accompanies the term with unmatched affection. it rolls off his tongue perfectly like a match made in heaven, coupled with the serene image of you instantaneously appearing in his mind before he even thinks of the uttering the endearing term. he still finds it surreal that you are both even lawfully married, yet the way he calls you his wife is already on instinct. is it too presumptuous of him?

well, in the end, he can't find any means to worry about it when you seem to equally adore the nickname.

“ooohh, say it again, say it again!”

he can't tell whether he married a child or not, but he still obliges your request and calls you his wife affectionately once more.

meanwhile, furina nearly gags everytime she hears him say it so softly—like using any other tone when referring to you would land him in the hands of the fortress of meropide. sure—she might've been the one who set up both of you—but the drama and thrill akin to watching a romance film has delightfully ended, and she can only meddle so much in marital matters. the iudex just might actually have her head in a platter if she were to do anything mischievous at that point.

but while a happy neuvillette is running around announcing 'my wife' this and 'my wife' that, you are currently stuck on what to call him in return, sadly enough.

“at this point, i think i'm just going to call you daddy.”

it was unfortunate with the way he choked on some of the water he was drinking—well, thank goodness he didn't spill much as before. for this wasn't the first time you said something unprompted while he was in peace with his water—he can only internally sigh.

“and what exactly has influenced you to arrive at such a conclusion, my wife?” he does not miss the tiny shudder of your body that followed the endearment. your face burns a tad bit at that, and he softly chuckles.

“your effect on me is no joke, you know?” you pout at his amused smile, “the way you refer to me so sweetly makes me want to call you my dearest husband everytime.”

“i don't recall voicing any complaints. is something else holding you back from doing so?”

you nod solemnly in agreement at that, which prompts him to raise a brow in mild curiousity.

“thing is, i really like calling you by your first name. same with monsieur neuvilette. there's something mildly erotic within it—you get what i mean, hehehe...” he only stares at you, clearly unimpressed, and a bit concerned at the implication. you clear your throat, apologizing under your breath.

“still—it's such a devastating predicament to be unable to choose between the three.” you sigh defeatedly, moving to slump your entire weight on his lap. you mutter, “my dearest husband monsieur neuvillette...mmm, no, that's too long.”

chuckling at your dramatic antics, he plants a soothing hand on your waist, the other fixing your wrinkled clothing as you practically melt against his hold. “and you thought settling on daddy was the appropriate option?”

“i'm not hearing any objections.” you jest, feeling cheeky.

“please refrain from calling me such a thing in the eyes of the public atleast.”

“...huh? you're actually allowing it??”

WRIOTHESLEY on the other hand, says it as if he's flaunting. it leaves his lips like a taunt each time, indirectly telling the other party 'i have a hot wife and you dont' even though most of the time the people he mentions you to don't even know what you actually look like. it's silly, childish even, but you still love it nonetheless.

sigewinne and the other inmates have collectively told you that ever since you got married, he has never uttered your actual name to anyone else. some find it weird, some find it somehow disrespectful, and some are now convinced he's crazily obsessed with you, and now he's showing it off every chance he gets, much to everyone's dismay.

it's arrived to the point where a small percentage of people have actually forgotten about your name, and now refer to you as the duke's wife, or even duchess, to which you made a face at. that's kind of pushing it by then.

anywho, in the end, it's funny and endearing, maybe even makes you a bit giddy, but there is no way you're telling him that. the situation might escalate even more if possible.

“you know, my wife is very mean to me today.”

as a pair of strong yet gentle arms wrap around your waist, you resist the growing smile on your face, deciding to mess with your husband for a bit.

“is that so?” you continue your chores without a care in the world. he huffs.

“mhm. she won't look me in the eye the whole day, even though she seemed sooo happy last night.” face instantly burning, you hiss as you slap his arm in a fit of embarrassment, pulling a hearty chuckle from the man behind you.

“—and now she's hitting me as well. i can't believe this.” you both know very well he was not fazed in the slightest bit.

“if her husband wasn't such a pervert then maybe—”

his facade cracks as he forces out an awkward laugh, “hey now, baby, you know i'm nothing like that.”

“wriothesley.”

he clears his throat awkwardly, “okay, maybe a little. it's exclusive for you though! my wife doesn't have to be so mean about it, you're making me reallyyy sad here, y'know?”

there it is again, you think. that nickname. that damned word that makes you want to turn around and smash your lips against his and—wait, hold yourself together! don't forget the reason you're being cold to him!

“you deserve to feel remorse. i've been struggling to even move the whole day because of you.”

you go rigid.

you didn't mean for that to come out so bitter...oh no.

“oh. so that's what this is about.” you don't even have to turn around to know that there's a smug look on his stupidly handsome face, his grip on your waist turning into soothing circles as he presses a kiss to your neck.

“if my wife wanted a massage, she could've just said so.” it's husky when it leaves his mouth, leaving you to shiver with the chills he enunciates.

flustered, you completely disregard the way your knees buckle at the endearment laced with that low voice of his, hitting his arm once more, earning a tiny 'ouch' from him.

“pervert. i want rest, not another round!”

“heh, i didn't say anything about another round, my perverted wife.”

“you—” you are abrupt cut off as you yelp in surprise when your feet are raised off the ground, your face now much closer to your husband's as he carries you gently in his arms.

“shhh, just let me take you to bed. if my wife was feeling terrible the whole day, she should've just told me in the first place so she could stay in, don't you think?”

he's right, but you're still angry. “shut up.”

“just letting you know i'm not completely at fault, wife.” you attempt to ignore the furious beating of your heart, face burning at his smug expression. “i'm not the only one who wanted it.”

hsr version...? if i feel like it...🤔🤔

[forcebewitht]

Hey, since book 6 has been out in English for a while, could we possibly see an Overblot!Idia x reader? I really love the idea of him dramatically taking off the mask he has on to kiss the reader.

A Dance With Death (Overblot!Idia Shroud x MC!Reader)

(Artwork by: Trashochist on Deviantart, X (Twitter), and Instagram)

(Possible TW: Slight yandere implications, stalking, manipulation, branding)

…The time had finally come. All of the trials and tribulations that you had gone through. The pain and strife that had overtaken you in just a few short days. It had all led up to this. The kidnapping of your beloved companion, Grim. The destruction of the Ramshackle dorm. The kidnapping of those who had Overblotted that you had helped through their trauma and developed bonds with overtime. The kidnapping of even the Headmaster of Night Raven College himself. The entirety of these events had thrown Night Raven College into turmoil.

And that was just what excited Idia even more. He had been watching curiously since the very first moment you had arrived at the institution. I mean- a student that didn’t have any magic? Yet arrived within a coffin here to a school of magical students? It was unheard of- and just that alone excited him. This excitement only grew once the Overblots started. His family and organization, S.T.Y.X., had been all over the research of Overblotting for years. But now, after all of this time, someone so close to him (in the school, that is-) was at the forefront of a handful of Overblots? It was far too perfect of a chance to pass up with that new Ramshackle prefect. The plan was sprung, footage and data gathered. He knew that they were going to come for their beloved friends- they were just so cool like that. Literally a superhero in disguise, an underdog that soon had risen to be one of the top dogs within the school. There was a lot of promise with them- no. Not a promise. This was the work of the Fates themselves, he believed. The Fates themselves had led someone to him. Someone powerful. Someone strong. Someone capable of protection. Someone…that could get him back what he had lost all of those years ago.

There they were. Descending down to the depths of Hell that he himself had wrought. They looked horrible- worn for wear, really. To think, these oh so powerful figures from Pomefiore, Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Scarabia, and Octavinelle, alongside the hero of the school themselves, would be bashed and broken already from mere secondary bosses? They wouldn’t stand a chance against this final boss. Idia grinned beneath the mask that he wore, his arms folding over themselves as the Blot around his figure billowed with every breath he took. He could feel the immeasurable power coursing through his veins- and the normally pessimistic male found himself growing rather cocky the more they walked forward. His golden gaze soon landed upon his hero- his knight in shining…well, uniform. He soon was speaking, his arms outstretched as the flames protruding from his figure began to blaze brighter- hotter.

“Bum bum buuummmm~! Our heroes have finally arrived to the final boss battle! But uh ohhhhhh~ looks like they didn’t level enough, now did they~?”

You found yourself gritting your teeth at Idia above. Already, Vil, Rook, and Epel were readying themselves at your side. The rest soon followed, the weapons they had gained during their prior fights with the Overblot Beasts being raised and ready to overwhelm Idia’s Blot. Idia began to cackle, raising his hands in mock surrender.

“Uh ooohh~! Eheheheheheheeeee~! They found the special gear~! But that’s really not gonna do much, you guys! Totally on top of my game, y’know~? These HP and attack stats are through. The. ROOF!”

With his words, Idia’s Overblot Beast, Ortho, began to unleash a flurry of attacks upon you and your party, forcing all of them to scatter across the area. The Beast seemed to know precisely what to do- orders most likely given before this entire fiasco began. You began to find yourself being slowly but surely separated from everyone else thanks to the Beast’s targeted attacks. This separation was key- this was what Idia wanted. He watched as you eventually were cornered entirely, exactly where he wanted you. Once more, a grin spread out under his mask. You looked so cool and tough despite all of this neverending pressure, still shouting out commands for the others to work together to defend themselves, each other, or deflect the attacks his Beast was allowing itself to barrage them all with. He soared downwards until he was finally just before you. You had jumped back slightly upon noticing him approaching, but there truly was nothing that you could use at this time to defend yourself with. He leaned forward, his clawed hands now pressing themselves to either side of the wall beside your head.

“There you are~! The hero themselves~! The shining star of the hour- no, the entirety of Night Raven College~! This is our final stage, (Y/N)! Isn’t it thrilling~?”

“Idia, this is absolutely crazy! You are going to wind up killing us all with thi-”

A clawed finger pressed itself against your lips as he shifted, shushing you gently as he rolled his glowing amber eyes.

“Okay, listen- babe. (Y/N). Baby. Babycakes. Sweetheart. Sweetie pie. Wonder Student. I’m gonna stop you riiigghhtt there, actually- because I know. I know about the whole thing. But you’re gonna be my hero, you know~? You are going to save a life- just like you’ve been doing! So, it’s all good, ‘kay~?”

You began to attempt to protest, but you soon found yourself being swept into Idia’s arms and pulled about. The crazed Overblotted Idia now began to waltz with you despite all of the destruction around the both of you. He sighed blissfully, his eyes burning ablaze with a fiery passion- it was unnerving. He leaned forward once more, now beginning to hush into your ear through that glowing mask he wore.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment, (Y/N). The countless hours I have spent watching and studying your damn near every move…I know your exact schedule bit by bit, y’know, ehehehehee~ I mean, with you and your coolness, you never know when you’re gonna stop another Overblot, honestly. But that coolness that you have doesn’t matter down here- and y’know why~?”

Your eyes soon widened considerably as you felt Idia grab onto your arm. One of his clawed fingers now was set ablaze with a small, blue flame. His grip was tight- commanding in every sense of the word. The flame began to trace itself upon your flesh as he continued to speak- ignoring your cries and attempts to struggle away from him.

“I know everything about you. I have seen your struggles. Your pain. I mean, separated from your home, whatever friends and family you had before…and thrust into a world of magic without any magic yourself. You have been left in the cold by the Fates themselves to fend for yourself. You struggle simply to survive from day to day without any money here…you struggle to maintain your cool and calm composure and keep people like those Heartslabyul first years and the little guy in line…and you then have to deal with the rantings and ravings of spoiled brats like those that Overblotted and, despite wanting for it all to just end, have to buck yourself up instead and keep them from ending it all? It is just an endless cycle of pain, regret, and a loveless life that you have fallen into.”

The more Idia spoke and you felt that flame burning upon your arm, the more you found yourself getting lost into the swirling golden pools upon his sleek, pale, oddly handsome face that were his eyes. For the first time since you had arrived here…you actually genuinely felt seen. You felt heard. Oddly enough, from someone that you had truly rarely seen outside of his own room within the confines of the school itself. Your own gaze finally shifted down to your arm as his finger retracted. He had burned the insignia of his family’s company, S.T.Y.X., onto your flesh. He blew out the fire on his finger, now grinning once more wickedly beneath his mask as his clawed hands now seized you by the waist once more, pulling you into his deadly embrace.

“I know, I know. I know it hurts. All of that going on and absolutely nothing to ever truly be gained from it all…well, my Wonder Student…that’s gonna end for you right now. With what I just gave you…you are mine. And when you’re mine, you have a purpose. You will be protected, provided for. No longer shall you be within the confines of a cage and hidden away in the shadows- you shall be the bright and shining star in our tale- and properly get those monetary stats and all of that raised~!”

Idia’s hand whisked over his face- where that mask was nestled. The mask faded away, revealing his pearly white, razor sharp teeth. They glistened at you as it felt Death was grinning at you- which it essentially was. His royal blue lips curled upwards into a wicked grin as he tugged you even closer to himself, now leaning all of the way forward towards you.

“C’mon~”

He began to pull you with him once more, twisting and turning your body with himself. His clawed hands trailed up and down your figure within your shared dance of destruction, his thoughts split between what he would do with you now that you belonged to him…and that of his brother’s life that you soon would pull up from the depths of the Underworld for him. You all would be a family together- and that only seemed to excite him further as his motions grew swifter, yet sly. He soon had you dramatically dipped, and his lips captured yours in a warm, passionate kiss…thus beginning your true dance with death.

~End~

[minecraftbookshelf]

Ooohh we're doing fake titles again!

Love this ask meme so here are some titles from my mcyt WIPs I will probably never release

Just wanting to see if they somehow line up with mine :)

Yet I keep dreaming

Sandpapers

A little bird told me I was still in love with you

We are always doing made up fic titles!

oooooo if you are willing to share your versions I would be very interested! (both dms and inbox are open)

Yet I Keep Dreaming - Empires Season 1 post-finale for Scott in the afterlife with Xornoth and Jimmy and his parents. vaguely unsettling and bittersweet.

Sandpapers - Ethoslab in the Life Series. All the little things that he gains and loses that take him from Third Life to Secret Life, Dogwarts to the Roommates. From someone who runs alone to someone who runs home.

A Little Bird Told Me I Was Still In Love With You - See my issue is I don't actually write a whole lot of straight up romance and this title is pretty explicitly romantic XD. I'm more of an implications girlie. Honestly this one is pulling me towards DC and the Batfam, ft. Gotham Gossip.

[primevil-rick]

can I chomp your arm 🥺

Sure, but then you’ll be playing ‘break-your-teeth’ roulette. One of these babies is 101% stainless steel, the other is…well boring flesh and bone.

Ooohh which is which! The mystique! The intrigue! The backstory implications! Oooooohhh!!

[mas-o-kissed]

I’m gonna make this a tough one! >:)

Would you rather be brainwashed by other robots to believe you’re a robot who can’t resist its programming, or be brainwashed by humans as you have your body replaced bit by bit to become an obedient robot?

ooohh !!

I think

the second one. Because. It has the added element of objectification. Being made into a tool to be used. Having humanity stripped by people who get to retain theirs.

Yeaaa.

ALTHOUGH…

ok so with the first one I like the implication of still being human but believing I’m a robot. Thinking I’m like the other robots around me, and not being quite sure why they treat me like their funny human pet.

I still think… I like the being made a robot by humans more… but these are both really good

[artzychic27]

First off; I love Golden Retriever Diligence Marc. I can imagine either him trying to pump up Sloth to stay awake, or Sloth trying to get Diligenceto take a 10 minute nap.

Secondly; in season 5, turns out Nathanial and Marc are dirty romance schemers as they try getting Marinette to confess to Adrien with inspiration from fairytales.

I like to think they’re mixing in their own desires (with each other) into their Adrienette schemes.

So here’s my idea for a fanfic; what if during one of these schemes, the whole class INCLUDING Adrien and Marinette do a Marcanial plan behind the Adrienette plan? It’ll be like those heist movies, like Now You See Me.

Diligence: Please, please, pleeeeeease?

Sloth: *With his sleep mask over his eyes* … Are you doing your big sad eyes?

Diligence: And a quivering lip.

—

Nino: It won’t be easy. But here’s the plan. Phase 1, All Nighter. We throw out scenarios for them to write and draw out. But these won’t just be any ordinary scenarios, no… They are detailed, agonizingly long scenarios-

Ivan: Say scenarios one more time. I dare you.

Nino: … Long storylines which will take them forever to make scenes for. They’ll be forced to work in one room together for hours at a time Phase 2: Implications. While they’re tired and shit, we leave subtle hints of Marc and Nath’s favorite coffee to the other.

Zoé: Marc likes vanilla bean coffee, Nath likes the blackest coffee known to man.

Nino: Noted. It’ll be this whole intimate moment. And after they get each other coffee, we launch into Phase 3: Run Around. We’re going to have them do different tasks, ones that we normally do in addition to directing. This’ll make the other so greatful for the coffee, I bet they’ll be giving each other moon eyes for hours!

Max: I can confirm, that’s about an 87% chance.

Nino: Perfect’ and then Phase 4: Knockout.

Everyone: *Gasp*

Nino: Huh?… Oh! No! No, we’re not knocking them out. They’ll just be so exhausted from all the running around, they’ll get knocked out.

Everyone: Ooohh…

Adrien: Continue.

Nino: So, we, as good friends, urge them to take a much needed break because they’ve done so much to help. And Kitty Section will just so happen to be practicing a song with a gentle melody, and… Knockout. They fall asleep on each other, we take a picture for posterity, and boom. NathMarc plan is a success.

Everyone: …

Kagami: … That’s it? They fall asleep together?

Nino: … And spend time with each other, get each other coffee, and…

Kagami: … Okay. I mean, I had a better idea, but alright. We will go with your plan.

[aquadestinyswriting]

For Dwena, because 🧡️ Deena 🧡️

What makes your OC defensive quickest?

If your OC wants to buy a firearm, what it might be for? (for this question, you can either port her to a non-magic modern au, or give her a dwarven boom-stick; your choice)

Does your OC tend to hide something about their personality/essence when meeting new people? If yes, what?

Thank you for the asks, hen <3.

What makes your OC defensive quickest?

Nothing makes Dwena defensive faster than implying that her size makes her weak. This is a common problem for all gnomes, halflings, woodlings etc, but it doesn't stop it being super annoying. She gets especially defensive if the implication is that she's physically weak. I mean, it's true (wizard gonna wizard), but she doesn't like it being pointed out.

If your OC wants to buy a firearm, what it might be for? (for this question, you can either port her to a non-magic modern au, or give her a dwarven boom-stick; your choice)

Ooohh... choices! I'll go with her getting a dwarven boom-stick because she probably does have one stashed in a pocket dimension somewhere (don't ask how she got hold of it). The most likely scenario for her using it is probably for defense should she find herself in an anti-magic field for a prolonged period of time. This, of course, depends entirely on her knowing about said field ahead of time so she can get the gun and ammunition out of storage, it is less helpful if the enemy in question casts the anti-magic field spell in the middle of combat.

Does your OC tend to hide something about their personality/essence when meeting new people? If yes, what?

Nope. Dwena is a weird and hyperactive person and proud of it thankyouverymuch! She was forced to mask her hyperactivity a lot as a child, but since studying to become a wizard she's stopped doing it. Mostly because she learned the following lesson the hard way: don't try to suppress part of yourself when trying to cast magic, especially if you need to use willpower to do so. It tends to go poorly.

[nikkashidashipper]

oh the implications of him being attracted to feminine men and masculine women

ooohh the implications of him dating a masculine pre-op trans man

ooooohhh the implications

[shrikebrother]

angels being horror antagonists is such an interesting concept but the closest i ever see ppl write is OOOHH the DEMONS are actually DISGUISED as the angels OOOO like sit down & think abt the implication of angels being horror villains & tell me that isnt more terrifying than demons

[wahbegan]

I truly do not fucking trust algorithms after.....i mean okay i didn’t just in general before but especially after playing SOMA like i know these motherfuckers will get just close enough to sentience to start recommending and instructing me on how to kill myself send me ads for exit bags and handguns and shit because they see me making suicide jokes, fucking link me to the wikihow article on tying a hangman’s knot and shit i know these things don’t have moral safeguards! I know it! And right now we just use them for advertising shit! Can you fucking imagine if we we started actually programming algorithms to do shit for us? Dystopia

[luimagines]

Hello love! Hope your day is going wonderful and I just wanted to let you know you’re an amazing writer. I was wondering how the chain would react if the reader “dies” or rather they think they do. It could be platonic or romantic whatever you’d like.

Masterlist

OOOHH!!! Angsty! 

Let's do it. Shall be a romantic implication~?

Part one will include Legend, Wild and Warrior

Content under the cut!

Legend

This was nothing.

A crazy dusty dungeon- so what?

Legend had done this a hundred time, he bet he can do it a hundred more.

Not that he wants to, mind you, but this is old hat to him and there was nothing that he would love more at the moment than a break.

His bones ached and muscled ached.

He trudged on and stretched the best he could as moved. He wasn’t done yet and he didn’t want to see your worried face when he would eventually see you on the other side.

You would dote on him, as you always did. Scold him for good measure about worrying you and getting hurt all while you patch him up and tenderly kiss each of his scratches and bruises away as if it would heal them in an instant.

He loved it.

He’s never going to tell you out loud, but he had a feeling that you already know.

He sighed and ran his hands down his face.

He owed you big time, more than owing you- he might as well sell you his soul if you were to consider that worth something.

His heart- his mind- his body- his entire being should be yours.

There was nothing else.

He wonders if you would consider going back with him.

Back to his home, staying with him, letting him love you. He knew it was a tall offer but he had little to offer you while on an adventure.

Retirement sounds nice.

It’s not something he was genuinely considering or something he considered himself capable of achieving- but you made him think differently.

The hallway in front of Legend had nothing in store for him- no monsters, no puzzles, it was even dimply lit so he need to use his lantern to figure if there was any where else he could have turned instead of going straight all the time.

He also need to think of a way to get back to the group.

He hopes that everyone has found each other at this point, that you’re ok, tat no one is drastically hurt and that this dungeon isn’t some weird labyrinth with no end in sight. Despite only having traveled one way for the past two hours he doesn’t know if there was something he missed and that’s why he seemed to only be traveling in circles.

Legend rubs his face and groans as loud as his throat can handle.

It’s not like there anyone around to hear him.

He’s bored.

Something shiny on the stone floor reflects against the light of his dimly lit lantern.

It’s red.

Alarmed, he moves the lantern to get a closer.

It appeared to be thick but some areas around it are dry- in fact he’s walked past quite a bit of these red splotches and he just hasn’t noticed because they no longer reflected the light from the lantern or the useless torches around him.

He moves on.

More red appears- fresh and it grows.

The little droplets turn into puddles with turns into a solid line of thick viscous red- by hylia it’s blood.

Legend no longer follows at uneased pace.

He’s running toward the source.

The light reflecting off of the blood tints the air and stone around him with a deep red hue.

It hurts his eyes but he fears the worse when the blood left behind from... something only continues to grow.

He sees a boot.

Attached to a very familiar leg.

His heart freezes and he only belatedly hears the shattered glass of his lantern hitting the floor when he dive bombs toward your body.

He grabs onto the soaked tunic and pulls you toward the light.

You looked awful.

You looked dead.

But your body was still warm... or maybe his hands were colder than he’d care to admit from traveling in the stone dungeon for hours now.

Your clothes are torn and there’s three large gashes across your face- coming from the top of your forehead, across your nose and cheeks, all the way down to your chin.

There is... so much blood.

Legend screams.

He doesn’t know that he’s screaming.

He doesn’t feel the multiple hands that pull him away he doesn’t know how long he stands there, how long he fought off the others when they tried to separate him from what has to be your corpse.

He didn’t save you.

You must have been in pain.

You must have cried.

Did you think of him?

Did you want him there?

Did you hop for him to save you?

The others cover your body and force Legend to look away, and somehow they drag both him and you out of the dungeon just as the sun rises over the horizon.

He can’t believe it.

He refuses to believe it.

Just like that- another one you’re gone.

Wild

Wild doesn’t even know where to start.

One minute you were fine.

You were laughing and rough housing.

You wanted to wrestle him.

He almost let you win.

But now you’re sick. High fever, infection and overall miserable.

It’s been three days.

He can’t seem to find anything to do with himself. He’s had to stop himself from cooking the last of the food reservoir in his slate time and time again even if he knows it won’t fix the problem.

It’s a habit he knows that has helped him in the past to calm down and get his thought together but he can’t risk wasting all the food and people who either won’t eat it or would let the food be lost to time.

He has to be better with their resources than this.

You’ve talked to him about this- you made him promise that when he was cooking, he’d let you be the taste tester.

But you can’t.

You can’t even open your eyes.

Your breath is slow and shallow, your eyes shut tight from unknown and untreatable pain from your illness.

Wild pauses back and forth as Four changes the cloth on your forehead to rewet it in hopes of bringing your temperature down.

No one lets him get too close but he can’t seem to focus on anything else.

He need to know you’re ok.

He needs to see you get better.

He needs to tell you how he feels.

But it can’t be now- and if he’s being honest with himself, not anytime soon.

Your relationship isn’t in a place where he can feel safe to drop a bomb like that. It’s too special for him to just risk it like it was something he didn’t treasure with every fiber of his being.

He loves you.

He loves you so much.

Wind screams.

Wild snaps his head toward the sound and sees Four trying to hold him back.

“They’re dead!” The boy screams. “They’re dead! They’ve died!”

Four holds him back with ears in his eyes and shakes his head. “Wind please.”

Wild doesn’t even notice that he’s taken off running. He lands harshly by your side and places the back of his hand on your forehead, your cheeks, your neck-

Cold.

Cold.

Cold. 

Cold.

Why are you so cold? How long have you been cold?

Wild freezes in place and begins to violently shake.

Warrior comes up on the other side and copies his movement ad even goes to check your pulse.

But Wild has checked out.

No.

No.

NO!

Wild stands and walks away.

He doesn’t have a destination in mind and he doesn’t care if he walks off a cliff at this point.

He didn’t even- He didn’t do anything to help you. He didn’t make you any medicine or health potion or hearty stew...

Nothing.

He just hoped that you would get well. That this was a normal sickness and things would be back to normal soon.

You just had to get- get better.

A strong hand comes up from behind him and harshly turns him around.

It’s Twilight.

“Cub.” He speaks and his voice is rough and filled with emotion that Wild doesn’t think he has the energy to work through on his own. “Come back to camp.”

Wild stares at him and doesn’t do anything.

Is it worth it?

You’re gone.

Wind said so.

He felt your lifeless body.

“They’re not dead.” Twilight whispers.

Wild says nothing.

Does nothing.

Twilight is just trying to make him feel better. He knew how he felt about you.

Wild doesn’t emote and he doesn’t shake Twilight off when he more or less has to be dragged back to the others.

Wild doesn’t scream or cry or collapse like he wants to- forced by some other worldly being to stay awake and bare it all in one go.

Time comes up next to him at some point and sits him down- another one of the group who knew his feelings and shakes him.

Wild snaps back into the present at the violent motion and throws the old man off of him. “TIME!”

“They have a pulse.” Time says first. He takes a deep breath and sooths Wild’s ruffled clothes.

“Time.” Wild says again. He can’t do this. He can’t give him false hope.

Time hugs him close, hugs him tight. “We’re not letting them go. Not now, not ever. They need you here. Can you do that?”

Wild nods.

He doesn’t cry, he doesn’t scream, he doesn’t collapsed like he wants to.

He needs to know you’re going to be ok.

He needs to see you get better.

He needs to tell you how he feels.

He needs to be by your side.

Warrior

Warrior didn’t how it got this bad.

Everything was fine mere moments ago.

He swung his sword as hard he could at the monster in front of him. He was sick of these games- the fight- the struggle.

He doesn’t know where anyone is anymore.

His bloods to the rhythm of battle, the call, the clashing of steel and the dull thuds of bodied as they fall and hit the ground surround his entire being. A canopy- a symphony of horrors around him and the best he can do is try to keep his head above it all.

His brothers fall and he’s quick to pick them up, to toss them a potion, a fairy, a spell, anything to help them keep going, to stay afloat as well.

He sees you.

Fighting with every you have against the abomination that threaten to hold you down.

Warrior grits his teeth and slashes at the monsters nearby that attempt to add to the numbers you’re fighting.

You can stand your ground, he tells himself.

You always have.

It may a lot of them- but these monsters are easy.

His help may be needed elsewhere and he’ll have to leave your side at a moment notice anyway.

He swears it was only a second that he looked away from you.

He turned back to shout some words of encouragement- anything to make sure that you at least knew that he was close, fighting with you, supporting you-

But you’re no longer on your feet.

Instead he’s greeted with the terrifying implication of a moblin standing closer to you where you once where and seeing it strike down into a small open pocket- seeing it strike down onto your body-

Warrior doesn’t even have it in him to scream.

He sprints in your direction, attacking the monsters around you with a spin attack with as much magic as he muster through the sword nd doesn’t stop until it’s been depleted.

The moblin has taken some damage but it still stands.

He stares it down with cold indifference and jumps high enough to impale his blade into the skull of the beast.

He lands on his feet as the purple cloud vanishes.

He turns to you- not noticing the lack of monsters around anymore.

He arrived too late.

You’re on the ground.

Bleeding.

Your eyes are closed and your weapon has been knocked away from you.

He doesn’t see your chest rise and fall.

He feel numb. 

Walking over to where your body rests he falls to his knees and watches you.

Denial runs deep in his veins at the sight of you.

You promised him....

You promise a future. 

You said you’d always be there for him.

You promised to settle down, to have a house, a small garden- 

You talked about your future children together.

What now?

He fought for you, for your dreams, for your future- he wanted you there.

Was he not good enough? Was he always doomed to lose he cared about the most?

Belatedly, he tries to put pressure on the wound- but there’s more than one and they’re deep.

How could this have happened so quickly? 

Must he lose the very thing he vowed to protect, to love and cherish for the rest of his life and every dream he placed upon them and their union.

Tears run down his face and he leans over you with a silent cry.

You didn’t so much as scream when you went down.

He knows you.

There would have been no fear in your eyes- only cold determination reflected in the steel of your blade and there would have been the hatred of the injustice of it all and a will to see it to the end.

He knows you.

He knows how you don’t go down easy.

Never have.

He pressed down harder on the pooling blood as if that would stop it completely and bring you back.

In doing so, he feels your pulse.

You’re not gone.

Not yet.

He can still save you.

He shoots to his feet, grabbing you as gently as he can before running to the others.

He can’t be late a second time.

Part 2

[loveislattes]

Talk Dirty To Me (Blank*G*P/Reader smut drabble)

Commission/Request prompt: Dirty talk with Blank

-Written in 10 minutes or less-

Important: Reader is genderneutral! This is an edit from one of my 2018 kink prompts!!

Warnings: SMUTTY THINGS. Degradation, name-calling, dom/sub dynamics

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A wild cry brought your face back to the pillow beneath you. Your teeth sunk fiercely into the soft material in a fruitless attempt to muffle the never-ending moans filling the room.

“Oh, no no no. Don’t you fucking dare! You’re going to moan like the little whore you are!” Blank snarled.

A well-placed smack on your ass earned him just what he wanted. Lips parting, you cried out his name in shock and pushed back against him in reaction.

“B-Blank! Please!” you gasped out.

“Please what? Hmm?”

He slowed his pace, taking his time, prolonging every ragged thrust into your body. He knew how badly you wanted him, obvious by the lust dripping down your thighs, and yet he continued to tease. 

And you loved every moment of it.

“Please, fuck me harder,” you finally managed to beg him between broken moans.

“Ooohh, you want- this?!”

With a force that would have slammed your body up the bed if he weren’t holding you, he slammed into your hole again with a vicious snarl.

“Y-Yessss! Oh god, Blank!”

“Heh,” he scoffed darkly, “You turn into such a perfect little slut anytime I’ve got this dick in you. You love it, don’t you? Being a fucking slut, just for me?”

Your reply was drowned out in a gasp of his name as he reached under you and began to stroke your sensitive flesh.

“Yeah, always such a good slut for me.”

That familiar echo began to play at the edges of his voice, signaling just how close he was to snapping. Tremors ran through your body at the implications of how rough things could get if Blank lost control. 

“B-Blank, I… I-!”

The words wouldn’t surface, too lost in the confines of your mounting climax. You battled for the strength to spit the words out, only to let out a hellish cry as it became too much. Pleasure exploded through your body in a snap. Every touch felt magnified by the thousands and, for just a moment, you wondered if you could die from ecstasy. 

Your hips worked against his hands in frenzied motions, eager to continue the bliss, even as you heard him laughing over you. 

“Yep, just like a whore to come before you’re told. You’re lucky I love you so fucking much or I’d beat this sexy ass bright red.”

Embarrassment flushed your entire upper half darker hues as he landed another sharp smack to your ass. Despite his playful scolding, he continued to play your body frantically, allowing you to ride the waves higher and higher.

“Now, be a good little slut, and let me finish in you.”

Whimpering at his words, you tightened around him and did your best to arch back into his thrusts, moaning along with him as his motions took a brutal turn. Your name fell from his lips in a hushed moan before he fell over you.

A shiver climbed up your spine as he mouthed easy kisses along your bare shoulders, whispering soothing sentiments with each one.

“I love you”. “You’re so amazing”. “So good to me”. “I don’t deserve this.”

[imaginesfubu]

Acknowledge Me

Asmodeus vs. Mammon

Author's Note: Ever since my mom recovered her old Prince Crystal Ball 🔮 album, several songs have been stuck in my head. This one included, where the name of this promt is the name of the song that inspired... whatever this is.😅 This needed to come out my head before I forgot a cool prompt, so proof-reading is scarce. I hope you enjoy!

Take a listen to "Acknowledge Me" by Prince here. The song is a bit sexual (It's Prince, when was he not sexual tbh), so please listen at your own discretion. I don't own the song, all rights to this song goes to Prince and his Paisley Park Estate. All rights reserved.

Asmo and Mammom invited you to go club hopping with them this evening, which wasn't out of the ordinary for them to do; you love parties and their company! However, something had felt...off between the Avatars of Lust and Greed. What you didn't know, however, was that the two brothers had a rather heated argument about you twenty minutes before the three of you left the last club in search for another. It was only after you excused yourself from the bar to the bathroom to freshen up for the next club destination did the two erupt, ensuring you were out of sight and out of earshot.

"I'm gonna confess to MC tonight!" Mammon proclaimed after taking the rest of his Demonus to the head.

Asmo, rather bored of Mammon's previous failed attempts at a solid confession simply rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Mammon, you can only confess to MC so many times," Asmo stated rather plainly, "what makes you think MC's going to take you seriously?"

Mammon paused. He honestly had no idea. Mammon started to speak again, but Asmo cut him off.

"Let me guess: you have no idea how to do that, huh?"

"It shouldn't matter how I do it so long as MC understands how I feel about them! No bullshittin' from me this time."

"Okay Mammon, as much as I absolutely looooooooveeeee you as a big brother," Asmo started sarcastically but his tone dropped to something Mammon has never heard from his little brother before, "that's not going to happen because I'm going to be the one to finally tell MC how I feel. I suggest you back off."

Mammon raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the Avatar of Lust's resolve, then shot Asmo a glare.

"Wanna bet?" Mammon glowered.

Asmo's silence begged for the second born to elaborate. He knows his scummy older brother doesn't hold wagers with his brothers unless it was something serious. Or maybe desperation. Usually it's desperation, but what Mammon said immediately after snapped Asmo out of his thoughts.

"Since it's so rare for my horny demon of a lil brother to actually feel anything more than just the need to get off, I'll humor ya," Mammon smirks deviously.

"We'll both confess to the MC. We'll only have tonight. Nothing's off the table- dirty dancing, makeout sessions, you name it, Asmo. If one of us can show MC the best night out in comparison to the other, the bet will be over and whoever MC acknowledges is the winner of our brotherly wager."

"Interestiiinnngg~," Asmo coos, as he shifts in his seat, leaning closer to his brother.

"To think you'd be willing to bet something so grand so foolishly. Of course MC's gonna acknowledge me! We'd look amazing together. After all, I know their tastes in fashion and I can give them a good time both in the club and in bed. That last part being something only you could ever hope to be!" Asmodeus declares with a biting smile and mischievous wink to further emphasize the innuendo and implications.

"I'm their first and you betta not forget it you cocky motherfu-"

"Ooohh, is my big brother finally realizing he's too little down there to really show them a good time?"

Just before Mammon could get up from his seat at the bar to suckerpunch his brother, you call out to them, completely oblivious to the situation as you walk towards the two.

"Hey guys, sorry about the long wait. There was a line to the bathroom, can you bel..ieve..." You trailed off as you notice both Mammon and Asmodeus attempted to give you charming smiles, desperately trying to hide the remnants of a disagreement that happened seconds ago.

"What's up with the weird vibe, y'all?" You asked as you looked between Mammon and Asmo with folded arms. "'S up?"

Almost as if on cue, Mammon and Asmo sent glares at each other and shouted.

"ACKNOWLEDGE ME, MC!"

[timmymyluv]

Ooohh, hope u have fun on your trip lovely!! And take care as always😘 I haven't been active much due to the elections here in the Philippines and it's so hot nowadays too omg HAHSHAHHAAH -🌹anon

*music stops* wait I'm filo too I'm going back home to Manila in like 3 days oh my god skdkdkd

I hope you've been taking care and I hope the results end up fair and square besides the um implications of cheating that have been going around