#the quest barely started 😭😭😭😭

[4giorno]

someone has to physically restrain me im taking too many screenshots i love everything abt this scene

AAAAAAAAAAAAA

[kevinsdsy]

god bless i’m introverted and stay inside as much as possible because the few times i do go out there’s some major side quests going on

[flopbftheo]

not to be a hater bc i absolutely adore the games but ac should add something to prolong the gameplay when you're done with the city/island 😭

[silkjade-archived]

This js not a request or anything, I just wanted to tell someone about this😊

SLIGHT ARCHON QUEST SPOILERS!!

(i think, soryr☹️)

Fontaine would be SO good for mermaid aus

Like imagine a wrio x mermaid!reader where wrio saw the reader first from that window In his office or what💪

Even better if the reader gets sick or just fatigue from the primodial water

And the guy is like: 😱😭

And then boom he has a mermaid with him, In his own office🤯

⤀ cw: fem!reader, no pronouns mentioned ⤀ a/n: OMG OKAY I FINISHED THE AQ && UR SO RIGHT ! this gave me sm brainrot wah i had to write a litto smthg >.< but I can see him being pretty chill about it too… (sort of a spinoff to the alhaitham mermaid au I guess hehe)

perhaps every so often, wriothesley would get tiny glimpses of you in between those giant stalks of seagrass, but the moment passes by so quickly that he just brushes it off as nothing. probably just a bubbler seahorse that wandered into the area or something

‘eh whatever. as long as it doesn’t pose a threat—there are weirder things out there.’

when he has his first suspicions that primordial seawater might be leaking into the normal seawater, he takes it upon himself to personally check on the pipes and investigate. however, once he gets to the abandoned zone at the end, he finds... a washed up mermaid ?

hes honestly a little bit amused as to how you could've ended up here, and his initial instinct was to just toss you back into the sea. but it's not like you're some otter caught in a fisherman's net; you’re breathing so laboriously and feverish to the touch, on the verge of passing out… so he scoops you up and takes you to sigewinne. which is how when you finally come to, you find yourself in a tank in the duke of meropide's office

(some headcanons below the cut ! a little bit suggestive at the end ₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎ )

he introduces you to tea, but it’s so bitter ! perhaps mermaid tastes are more aligned with that of melusines because wriothesley basically short circuits when you tell him you prefer sigewinne’s milkshakes

in his attempts to sway you to his side, he’s scouring his collection left and right, brewing different teas that he hopes you might like

“alright, how about this one? it's light, with a hint of sweet flowers and bulle fruit."

"i still like sigewinne's milkshake better."

speaking of sigewinne, she definitely catches all the minuscule changes in wriothesley's facial expressions whenever he talks to you. and so of course she and her melusine friends start adding stickers of you onto his belongings too.

he takes them off to save face but stashes them away somewhere in his desk

once you've recovered enough, he'd help you out of the tank, and when your tail dries into human legs, he'd take you on a tour around the fortress as 'a friend from the overworld.'

however, you notice how everyone else addresses wriothesley with his title and you worry that maybe you've been too casual with someone so important?

so when you also start addressing him as 'your grace,' during afternoon tea in his office, he almost chokes on his own tea. you tilt your head in confusion because his cheeks are so flush and he can barely look you in the eye. it takes him a second to gather his composure

oh archons above it makes him want to do unspeakable things hearing you say that, so at least for now....

"please, just wriothesley is fine."

continuation

[baldursgate3tempobsessed]

Your stories have definitely scratched that Astarion itch that I've had since I started the game!

One thing that's diffently not sat right with me at the end of the game, is how tav and the gang don't run after astarion after he loses his immunity to the sun. I would imagine that if the player character was romantically involved with the guy they would atleast try to shield or comfort the poor guy. A short drabble on that would be awesome!

That's so sad, I heard that's what happens 😭😭 I'm in act 3 and haven't had to see it for myself yet so yes, let's do some preemptive therapy there! And just warning since I haven't beaten the game yet I'm sure this will be inaccurate as fuck, but also with spoilers somehow ~

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It was an exhilarating feeling, to win against all odds. One that Astarion had never been confident he would experience. It felt good, final. The official beginning of his new free life, even if it was bittersweet.

This was the bitter part, the end of his illithid protection. The sun was barely peeking over the horizon, and the burn was already starting. He was being an idiot, standing there with the rest of you like he belonged, waiting for the last possible second before he had to scuttle down in the darkness. But he wanted to see this out. Hadn't he earned that right?

According to the laws of reality, no. No he hadn't, because you had barely opened your mouth before the pain started to overwhelm him. The others would be able to hear it, the sickening sound of his skin crackling.

He was out of time. But before he could make a break for it, you happened. Astarion had been a little preoccupied with his impending doom to pay close attention to what you had been mumbling. But then sudden blackness was blanketing above your heads, opaque enough to make it as dark as night.

Astarion's eyes widened as the pain subsided, surprised beyond belief.

You were looking at him with concern in your eyes, gesturing to the think cloud of darkness above your head, "Will this be dark enough? Can it still get through?"

Astarion stared at you, momentarily confused on why you would do something like that. Before he remembered, oh. Yes. The extended care for his well-being was probably included in the whole love thing. Of course. Obviously.

That was definitely going to take some getting used to.

But the reasoning didn't stop an idiotic smile from blooming on his face.

You grinned back at him, somehow still managing to read his mind even without the tadpoles, "Did you really think I would forget about you?"

He had, but through no fault of your own. One of these days he was going to actually remember that he was worth the effort to keep alive.

"Thank you darling," Astarion said, ignoring the quested as he waltzed up to you. He grabbed your hand in his, bringing it up to his lips to kiss, "Just what would I do without you?"

"Speaking of," You turned to the Emperor, a question in your eyes as you vaguely waved upward, "Is there anything we can do about this particular problem?"

"The astral tadpole is still-"

"I'll pass on that, thank you very much," Astarion interrupted, cringing at the very thought of willingly letting another worm into his brain, "But I appreciate the thought."

There were worse things than living his life in darkness. And Astarion was counting becoming a mind flayer in the top three.

He watched, participated even in everyone's final goodbyes, always eyeing you at of the corner of his eye. It's not that he thought you would leave after you both declared your eternal love for each other, but... the two of you hadn't exactly talked about the specifics of the future either.

But that didn't stop you from leaving together. Astarion hadn't expected you to keep the dark cloud above his head as you walked the streets, startling nearly every passerby. But hells, the heroes of Baldur's gate had earned the right to a little strangeness.

You both had decided on going to the nearest, most windowless inn that you could find. Astarion wanted nothing more than to scrub the brain viscera from his skin and sleep for three days. Preferably with you in his arms.

But before all that... he had to know something.

The question was out of him as soon as you both were behind closed doors, "So what happens next to the great hero of Baldur's Gate? I'm sure you have something in mind."

He was just praying those future plans still involved him.

You blinked at him, head cocked like he was asking a silly question, "We go and find you a cure so you can walk in the sun again of course. What else would we do?"

That took Astarion aback, "I-Do you think that's really possible?"

"Well," You started, counting off on your fingers, "We know that illithid powers can do it. As well as devil contacts and ritualistic demon sacrifices. If that's all possible then that means there has to be something else on the other end of the spectrum, right?"

Astarion didn't exactly share your blind confidence. But you did have a point. The two of you had managed so many impossible feats in such a short amount of time. What was one more?

"I suppose there's a chance," Astarion said, hope fluttering in his chest with every word, "And if there is a chance no matter how small, I'm going to take it. But..."

He didn't want to ask, but he needed to know, "Are you sure this is what you want? I would... understand if you wanted to go your own way."

In all honesty, Astarion would not understand. He'd be absolutely furious. Especially after everything you'd been through. This was more of a confirmation for his waning self-confidence than anything else, versus a sincere to desire to let you go your own way. He had no intention of letting you go, not if he could help it.

But his near certainty in your feelings was the only thing that gave him the confidence to ask the question in the first place. And you did not disappoint.

"No, this is what I want," You insisted, reaching out to take his hand in yours, "You're what I want."

That was exactly what Astarion needed to hear. He used your joined hands to tug you closer, face to face.

"Good, because as selfless as I am, I really did not want to let you go," Astarion smiled, leaning in to lightly press a kiss to your lips, "I hope you realize that my love has made me a tad bit obsessed with you my dear."

"I'm sure it's no worse than me," You sighed, resting your forehead against his own, "You've really ruined me for anyone else haven't you?"

Astarion grinned, leaning in for another kiss. He had every intention of making it stay that way, for as long as you would have him.

[savnofilter]

Fight For It | dabi/t. touya

      Fantasy AU!Dabi x Bounty Hunter![FEM]Reader

WARNING(S): sexual content, dragon hybrid!dabi, reader’s intentions for “hunting” is nothing but dubious, ego friendly fire, predator vs. prey trope, power play, barely any plot (pwp), anal, double penetration, spanking, corruption kink (?), outdoors sex, strangers -> ?.

COUNT: 4.6k words (40 mins.)

READ MORE: masterlist + [adults masterlists]

A/N: this was originally supposed to be for another character but it very much suited Dabi instead. if you can guess who this was originally for, i'll write you sum neet. 🌚 anywhom, i loveddd writing this. i had to do a lot of work shops as this has been in the vault for years, so hopefully it's readable now LOL. 😭 hope you guys enjoy!

You check your sides and pockets ensuring that everything is ready for your travel.

This time around, dragon shifters were out and about looking for mates which meant this was the perfect time to capture one. You let out an excited breath as you pull on your boots and make your way outside of your home.

As you pass by the people in your town, you are frequently greeted due to your known status in the town. Most people jumped at the chance to have a conversation with you as there was no guarantee the next time they could. However as you got closer to the edge of the woods, the greetings slowed to a halt as the count of people started to wither out, most people avoiding the edges of the village near the forest-filled mountains. You adjust the final strap on your bag as the destination you were looking for comes into view.

Keeping an eye out for any signs of dragon shifter life, you look around the sparse but large trees that decorate the place. Many bushes, trees, and even small ponds adorned the scenery. If you happen to look close enough you could find flowers almost everywhere accompanying the organisms. Dirt and soil were also as common to come across, more so than grass in the dense part of the forest. Despite that, you continue on your quest to obtain your own little dragon. Your eyes light up as you near the bottom of the mountains and see a bigger-than-usual footstep on the floor. As if you are in no rush, you pause for a moment to squat down and pinch the dirt, fingers thumbing the soil between your forefinger and thumb before dusting it off on your pants.

One is near.

The footprint imprinted into the ground was still very fresh, the consistency too easy to grab and toy with. Surveying the scene your eyes try to find any change within the area, the need for staying on your p’s and q’s is greater than ever. You were trying to gauge what your next move should be and your indecisiveness slowing you down. You chew the inside of your lip as you start to survey the scene one last time before choosing to continue on your journey for the beast you were searching for.

Thankfully, the hybrid you were trying to find had left its footprints freely, but his marking already too cocky for your liking. Amid your busy thinking, you hear scurrying in the distance, the sound quick and heavy. You immediately whip your head around to the sound of the commotion, your hand hovering on the tip of your sword’s handle as you brace yourself for any imminent conflict. As you inch closer to the ominous spot behind the dense trees, the same noise happens in the opposite direction to the right of you. You swiftly unwield your sword and dart it towards the rapid movement, the sharp blade releasing a sharp and heavy, ‘THUNK’ as it sinks its metal into the wood.

Birds rapidly fly away in fear and other smaller animals in hiding run away in the opposite direction hoping to avoid the building tension within the vicinity. The sight of tiny strands of fur and a red liquid left swiftly in the breeze makes you wince in sympathy; accidentally hurting an unattended target was certainly not on your to-do list today. Your body is still on high alert--chest heaving as small beads of sweat accumulate on your temples, your nerves keeping you in a tense state. But unlike your anxious mood irritating you, your target was the complete opposite.

A low rumble of laughter that turns into a boisterous level prompts you to turn around and narrow your eyes at the location of the sound, eyes catching a white-haired male. You were gearing up to tell the male to fuck off before the realization hits you. The sharp teeth, horns, broad back, wild clothes -- this was the dragon you were trying to find. You watched him cautiously, keeping your eye on him as you retrieved your weapon, keeping on guard.

He lets out a few more chuckles, putting his hands up in mock surrender as he watches you point your sword toward him. “Hey no need to get defensive,” he pauses, his grin turning from playful to sly. “You humans aren’t the best at catching us most of the time.”

His words make you huff, your other hand locking on the rope that was on your hip. The white-haired male blows out a whistle, watching as your arm flexes with strong muscles and places his hands on his hips as he scans your body. You raise your brow, sheathing your sword away and revealing a grin of your own. You cross your arms over your chest and tilt your head to the side lean forward interest for the conceited specimen.

“I always catch my prey. What makes you think I won’t this time?” You respond, your words cocky, a little too much for his liking at that. His nose flares at you, back straightening before his irises narrow before he scoffs lightly.

The male’s cerulean eyes dim as they watch you intently, unashamedly checking out your frame. Your nostrils flare in anger and slowly draw your sword as a warning, a playful whistle following your threatening posture. The white-haired dragon-man takes a step closer to you, his gaze not missing you step back and cower only just slightly in your stance.

He huffs, “You could barely kill that bunny.”

“I could if I wanted to,” You’re quick to retort, your body now trying to regain its firm stance, chin raising as you openly detested him. “Just like I could have your head by tomorrow if needed.”

The same laugh that first gained your attention makes a comeback, his sharp teeth on proud display as he takes this exchange as nothing more than some flirtatious banter. “How about the next time we meet, you can attempt to catch me -- and if you do, I’ll do whatever you want. Vice versa.” He holds his hand out for you to take as a sign of agreement.

You watch his large hand out stretch itself to you, a taunting offer that a part of you couldn’t proudly admit that you wanted to take. His palm is upturned in a way that teased innocent compliance, the callous on his skin showing he isn't as playful as one would think and there's no missing the sharp nails that peek from under fingertips. With a small huff, your hand relaxes from the top of the sword and you close the distance between you two, shaking his hand firmly.

“The name’s Dabi by the way.” A surprised yelp escapes your lips as he tugs you much closer than needed, you two chest-to-chest as he stares intently into your E/C eyes. “Don’t be too disappointed when you lose, Y/N.”

Your eyes widen as he says your name, the action doing its job spooking you. You rip your hand away from his with a bit of a fight, not sure what you just have gotten yourself into. You snarl as you step back to regain the space between you two, except you made no move to be on the offense.

“Do yourself a favor and don’t hold back.” Dabi taunts, his grin matching his arrogant expression.

“Don’t plan on it.” You snort giving him one last look over as he retreats from the trees, your gaze never leaving that spot until you’re sure he’s gone. You turn around and pursue your way back to town, unbeknownst to you the pair of cerulean eyes that continued to watch your body retreat in pure animalistic hunger for you.

                     — ✮ ★ ☆ —

Adrenaline pumps through your veins as you tirelessly think about the interaction with the arrogant male from last afternoon.

Despite being one of the most known bounty catchers in the world, the way that he—Dabi as he preferred to be called—carried himself, was in a way that left curiosity and a bit of attraction on your end. You hated the way that your chest races with excitement but then glower at the thought of him. Too many conflicting emotions plagued your psyche and you needed to end this once and for all.

The air was crisp whilst the white clouds in the sky rivaled the short puffs of air you breathed out every once in a while if you held your breath in for too long. Climbing back up the same mountain wasn’t as easy as it was yesterday with the added titillation making it feel as though your heart was about to burst out of your chest. At this point, you were starting to wonder what you truly wanted from this outcome.

‘victory. this isn’t the first attractive specimen you’ll find, and it won’t be your last.’

You thought to yourself and sigh with indignation. The designated spot was already in eyeshot and you needed to get into gear if you wanted to walk out of this with your proper title over him as his owner. Absentmindedly your hand skims over the healing wound of the tree you had accidentally sliced when you had gotten startled yester-yonder, the heavy and big footprints in the soil showing that he as well made his way over not long before you.

Movement just shy to your left has you turning in its direction, this only meaning one thing: Dabi was here.

Dabi sat minding his business, humming as he watched his surroundings and toyed with the dirt in front of him mindlessly. You unsheath your sword, adrenaline making your hands lightly tremble in excitement. You adjust the sword easily in your hand moving to swing for the kill. Subtle movement catches the corner of your eyes, the focus of your target just slipping. Before it could happen, you reel back and lunge your sword towards the correct target only to softly gasp as he's gone.

You pull your sword back with the rope that’s attached to the handle, the weapon tight in your grip as you look around closely as you make eye contact with his now familiar cerulean-blue eyes making you attack once again. It wasn’t until your second failed attempt that he started laughing at you. Just like the first time you met. You growl out in frustration, trying to find him again. You try following the laugh as you messily turn around, the uncoordinated movement making you trip over your own feet but you quickly catch yourself.

‘i bet he’s just scared! he knows that you’d just capture him and make him yours.’ you completely lie to yourself to help soothe your nerves. Even you didn't believe it and now you were starting to get more than anxious.

“Damn it! Come out and stop playing!” You yell out, rage starting to finally consume you. You kept your sword up, turning sharply at the sound of crunching behind you and was met with him not too far away from you.

His handsome face was serious, arms crossed as he watched down at you unimpressed and unmoving. You feel yourself wanting to shy away from his intimidating gaze, but remember to hold up your guard. Never had you experienced a dragon that fought back like this and it honestly had you on edge.

“You’re off your game,” The dragon grins as he steps closer towards you. You tilt your chin down as you cowardly gulp in defiance, your feet taking a step back as you try to gain more distance between you two. Unfortunately for you, fighting in the woods meant you would be caged in, just like now as he closed in on you as your back hit the large oak tree behind you.

“I can still kill you if I please.” You sneer, holding up the sharp tip of your sword to his chest, eyes boring into his. Even with your strong stance and unwavering eyes, there was no denying the slight waver in your voice as you said it.

Shit.

The dragon laughs at your pathetic threat, his body language as genuine as his prideful body language. He offers you no answer as he finds no reason to entertain it. Anger shoots through your body at his arrogance, your body shifting as much as it can to pull your arm back to aim straight for his heart, wanting nothing else but to draw blood from him right in this instant.

Your sense of urgency is what fumbles your opportunity, your attack seized as though he had seen it a mile away.

With a piercing grip, he snatches your hand as you attempt to stab him in the chest, his deft fingers squeezing your wrist in a painful grip. A cry leaves your lips as you try to keep steady, your other hand grabbing him to let go as if his life wasn’t on the line.

“Let go!” You yell at him, stubborn tears now starting to prick at your eyes. It was pitiful in the way you resorted to this as your backup plan, your behavior a clear indication that you had no idea what to do. You had walked into this duel with nothing but adrenaline, curiosity, arousal, and arrogance. Instead of conducting yourself as a seasoned veteran, you were presenting yourself as a spoiled brat. Dabi ignores your plea as he takes your fighting hand and pins it firmly against the rough tree bark behind you, the rough texture digging into your clothes and skin. You bite your lip harshly to at least spare yourself some dignity, not wanting to let the smallest amount of pain get to you.

Your hand twitches in his hold as your other goes towards the direction of your thigh and grab a small knife from its holster before promptly slicing his arm. Dabi looks down at you and scoffs as he barely observes the wound before easily gripping your free wrist once again. You let out a silent cry of protest as now both hands are caught in his stronghold.

“You think that was enough to stop me? You’ve already failed, human.” He leans down to speak in your ear, his strong voice rattling through your body making you shiver. He maneuvers his hold on your wrists so that they are caught in one hand, the other moving to grip your side before running lower and rounding your back.

You glare at him and start to struggle against his hold, hoping it wasn’t too obvious that you wanted him to touch more of you. He chuckles at your sounds of distaste, promising that you’d be dead if he moved any further. He bites down on the exposed part of your neck making you moan in pain and a deep blush adorn your cheeks. His slivering hand finally grabs your ass and pulls your body closer to his. He pulls away from your neck to give himself enough room to lick up the blood that was dripping from his bite. “You’re all mine.”

Without much fight from you, he leans in and presses a harsh kiss against your lips, an all-engulfing force that has you reeling in need. You groan as your head is pushed back against the tree, your pair of lips fighting against his in an attempt to gain back the confidence you had from when you two first met. The mix of the coppery taste of your blood on your tongue adds a toxic aphrodisiac you can't place your finger on, wanting to taste more of yourself on his tongue in other ways. Your eyes lid as you two maintain eye contact through the kiss, the heat between you two ramping up as both of you have something to prove.

“Still tryna win, human? Are you gonna do whatever I tell you to?” Dabi ridicules you once he pulls away and tightly grips your jaw. The force makes your cheeks squish while your bruised lips pout. He leans in to press his lips against yours again as an open mouth kiss, his tongue invading your hot cavern and playing with your tongue. You moan into his handling, your wet muscle barely managing to put up a fight. You helplessly try to chase his lips when he pulls away, the action making him chuckle. “Turn around.”

He lets go of your hands as he allows you to move and notes the way that you slightly flinch from the harsh pressure suddenly being released. Though you quickly shrug it off, more than willing to turn around like the slut that you are. Grinning at your desperation he steps away from you to allow room to turn you around, and seizes your hands in his hold except this time behind your back when you’ve assumed the position. Dabi bends you over some and admires your curves finally up close and freely gropes at your ass. It’s shameful in the way that feeling his calloused hand grope and rub at your globes has you pressing against him, your needy action eliciting a spank from him. You whine out his name as he pulls down your pants, your juices darkening the material between your legs.

“Do you normally act this needy when you lose, hm?”

SMACK, another spank was delivered to your bum. Your eyes roll back when he gives you another and a harsher one to follow until you respond.

Your eyes prick as he taunts you, your legs trembling in need. Contrary to your own knowledge, Dabi was perfectly aware of your track record with beasts. To humans and other “dainty” species, you were known for your combat and prowess but amongst the more gritty creatures have shared more than a few whispers about your sexual endeavors. You turn your head and glare at him, tears and all as blood rushes to the skin of your bruising ass and flustered skin. Just as you were one not to lie, you deflect the implications of your winning and losing rate. “Do you normally take this long to fuck?”

SMACK.

Instead of his hand holding your hands above your head, he lets them go and lets you catch yourself against the uncomfortable tree. With one hand now placed on the side of your head, he holds you in place as he tugged down your underwear, no longer wanting to toy with what he desperately needed to claim as his. “I’m the one who won, remember?” Dabi growls as he grows impatient with your bitching, his hot hand reaching down to cup our sex and letting his two fingers rub at the sensitive nub at the top of your cunt.

The smell of your arousal was taunting him heavily. Dabi had never considered a human as his first option to fuck but you were bringing out a new side to him. The sickening thought alone made him grow impatient as he was more than ready to defile your cute body. Most humans don't fuck back, but you certainly looked like the type and that thought alone was riling him up. Evidently just from the way you were acting, you couldn't help yourself grinding back against him like that. At first glance you seemed like some brute snob, untouched and pompish. But here you were already gong-ho over some dragon dick you have yet to experience; acting so desperate and needy for him. His lips curve into a devilish grin as he marvels at the way your back arches as the arousal gets to you.

“Fuck, Dabi please.” You plead shamelessly as he slips his fingers up and down your folds to collect your slick, helping lube up your opening for his cock. He spits on his fingers to make it more slippery, not wanting to rush the prep as much as he'd love to have your pussy engulf his cock. He shushes you as he leaves his grip on your head to grab your jaw, making you look at him as he rubs at your cunt.

“You’re gonna be a good girl and let me prep you, pet.” He emphasizes his point by teasing at your opening with the tip of his finger then sinking his middle finger into your cunt. His cock twitches at the sensation of your gummy walls squeezing around the digit as strokes the inside of your kitty carefully. He groans and leans back to look at your pussy enveloping his finger, eyes happily drinking in what he’s seeing. “Knew this pussy was hungry for this.”

Your pants are heavy, pussy clenching tightly around his fingers as he continues to work it in and out of your dripping cunt. Dabi made sure to keep his hold on your jaw tight while his other got to work which allows you to brace your hands against the trunk of the tree with your hands now free. His thrusting stops to rub the outside of your lips, spreading your natural juices as lubricant and periodically brushing against your clit before his fingers are fucking themselves into you again. Your face was covered in bruises to some degree as you couldn’t help but keep your face against the tree bark -- not that you could care less, though. A wanton whimper leaves your lips feeling his hand completely leave your opening, making way to release himself from his pants.

He uses the slick from your wet cunt to help lubricate his lengths. He prods the first against your opening and groans lowly from how different the fit of your human pussy compared to other dragons. You felt your eyes burn with tears, his size bigger than you’re used to. You squirm against him only for him to command you to calm down. He spits another time as he works his hips into yours to open you up better, the action working as you produce more slick and loosen up as the moments pass. You feel his finger mix the spit and slick on your asshole, not shying away from playing with your chocolate starfish. He slips in his thumb to tease your opening, the play not phasing you one bit. It wasn't until you feel his finger enter you followed by experimental strokes is when you notice what's up. You suck in your breath, tensing up completely when his finger exits only to feel another head prod at your asshole.

You gasp from the intrusion of his second cock entering you. Your nails dig into the tree and you're consequently returned the favor as your hands sting from gripping onto it for dear life. You had never taken anything of his size in that entrance and you could tell he was enjoying the squeeze by how much he was throbbing in you. He breathes out curses into your neck, reminding you of your place and how tight you wrapped around him. Never had Dabi contemplated wanting to mate a human until now, the feeling like nothing he had felt before.

“You’re taking me so well, fuck.” Heavy and sloppy thrusts are met against your ass. The way of his thrusting signifies the animalistic side of him, the easing of his cock into you was nothing short of barbaric and drowning in pure pleasure. As he worked his hips better into yours.

It felt as though he was already accustomed to you and you loved it. The length and girth of his cock was filling a void you didn’t know you needed, and you weren’t sure if you were going to be able to come back from it.

“How’s it feel to be fucked by a dragon, heh,” The dragon huffs out and works more of his length into your battered pussy and ass. Your sopping cunt and tight ass was starting to take his cock easier and easier the more he fucked you. His hands bored from only holding you in place soon move to tug up your shirt and grope at your tits, hands roughly fondling your mounds as if he had no rhyme or reason.

“Da… Dabi..!” You moan out, ass and pussy still clenching tight around him. He moans enjoying how you say his name before HISSing at the fact you were almost squeezing him too tight. Dabi refused to take his eyes off the area where your bodies joined, deeply engrossed by the way his cocks disappears to the hilt as he fucked your tight holes.

“Fuck you’re squeezing me so tight little pet!” He exclaims excitedly, teeth to mark up your neck once again. Dabi hums in delight, hands roughly kneading your breasts. He tugs on your nipples craving the thought of wanting to know what your nipples would taste like against his tongue. Or even if he did so choose to breed you, how full, plump and ready you’d look -- all just for him.

Your vision blurs as the only thing on your mind is to relish in the pleasure you were receiving, hips riding back against his as you chase your climax. You were nothing but a vessel for your pleasure, not giving shit about him either. The all-consuming experience was successfully eating you up and you loved every second of it. If it meant being “his” pet, then so be it.

When he hits a certain angle in your holes, you shake as ecstasy shoots through our body. Your already breathier sighs and moans from your stolen breath now deepens into loud and sluttier sounds, your orgasm finally imminent. You start to babble not wanting nothing more than to finish on this dragon’s cocks.

“Please, please, Dabi-” You mewl. “Cum, need it.” You whine as you feel the familiar coil in your stomach tighten, the slick running down your thighs aiding in the ability of letting him thrust within you.

Dabi shushes you as he grabs both of your elbows and holds you up himself. He uses you like a pussy pocket as he starts to chase his release as well, needing to finish inside you just as much as you wanted to finish on his cocks. “Gonna breed you, s’that what you want, pet? Tell me what you need.”

“Fuck I need you to cum in me..!” You moan out, feeling your stomach coil to signify the impending orgasm that is about to hit you. Without needing any further excuse he grips your arms impossibly tight as he pummels into you, his hips bruising your backside as he drives you over the edge.

With a final thrust, he bottoms out inside you, relishing in the feeling of emptying his semen. A deep growl reverberates in Dabi’s chest as he finishes, his muscles only relaxing when he starts to empty. He holds you in place as you have no other choice but to take his stuffing, the amount so copious it starts to spill from your openings.

Dabi slowly lets you go as he pulls out, cocks flaccid and messy. He bends you over to look at your creampied holes, hands spreading your cheeks to get an unobstructed view of it. He gives your pained cheek an appreciative smack, snorting when you groan in pain at the feeling. The dragon stands back up and yanks at your hair, the unnecessary action making you whip your head around to glare at him, only to be met with a proud grin with his sharp teeth on display.

“You’re mine now, pet.”

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[erinwantstowrite]

i feel like if you released a 24 hour + video of you talking about your plans for your original book i would sit and watch all of that with no breaks. so: would you be willing to share at least the bare bones of the plot you have now? or even some tropes that would be in it? or maybe random questions like how many main characters? how many povs? if it's sci-fi or fantasy? just stuff like that!

ahhhh!! i'd love to talk about them because they're constantly rotating in my brain!! i hope this doesn't get too long but we all know me, i can never stop yapping 😭

(okay this is present erin editing before posting and yeah this got long guess who called it. anyways there's art and stuff under the cut as well)

(Marked this as mature with violence only because there is an image below where I drew injuries/cuts on a character)

This book has been a thousand different books in all kinds of settings, plots, lessons, etc, and that's because I've had these characters since I was in middle school. At first I was so obsessed with them that I'd write and draw them all the time, to the point that my teachers were concerned I wasn't paying attention. I was seriously into magic and fantasy at the time because Harry Potter books were still the epitome of writing to my middle school brain. Ruby was a wizard with a bird theme that lived in the countryside and one day found out that her town was "alive" in a sense... But after I lost that sketchbook with all of the details (devastated to this day), and started venturing into other books series and shows, etc, I sort of forgot about the og story or what it was like. What remained was a love for the characters I had made over anything else about them, so I'd end up writing stories with a different theme each time, but the ocs being the same, just with their backgrounds shifted. (Around the time I was obsessed with VLD, Ruby was in a sci-fi plot set on a planet in another solar system.)

One of the most recent iterations was Ruby and the other characters essentially struggling to understand death, life, and everything in between. The story is called "Behind the Blue Glass" and I still really like that title lol. All of them had died on the same day, at the same time, just in various different ways, and then all of them came back to life in the same manner. They all developed different powers from the experience: Liam could float/manipulate gravity), August's body was essentially a phantom that could go through objects and disappear, Vin could possess people, Jean had an empathy link with the dead and could talk to and see them clearly, and Maya could figure out someone's cause of death/also tell when people were about to die. As for Ruby, she's the only one who can move freely between the land of the living and the land of the dead. It's different from Jean seeing the dead, as she's still in the land of the living.

The plot of that story was Ruby having dreams/visions of these other people she had never met before and knowing she needed to find them and set "something" right, but she didn't know what. She sets out to find them anyways, and they each join her on her quest to find everyone simply because they never got an answer to how they came back from the dead and find it weird that they all died on the same day and time. They solve deaths of ghosts they come across, meet people who are still grieving lost ones, have to lay some of the ghosts down to rest- all while figuring out why these shady people have started following them and trying to stop them from figuring out what happened to them. I even made some first draft titles (definitely, 10000% inspired by PJO because I was reading it at the time):

to top it all off, it's set in the 2010's I believe? Around that time. Just because I think more books should write about the time era

I have some (recentish) art of the characters:

first image: (Liam on the right, August on the left)

this is what Ruby looked like when I was first designing them for the story:

They're meant to look dead-ish but this art was SO long ago when I wasn't confident in my art so Ruby just looks like a wet rat or smth idk what is going on here

And here's Vin!! I don't hate this drawing of him that much, surprisingly, but this was also drawn a while ago

and this was some art i was planning at the time:

i think that's all of the art that i have for this story (at least on this computer. My old laptop might have more but it's been laid to rest)

to be honest, i'm still thinking about writing this story, but Ruby's name would be changed because at this point, this iteration of her character is VERY different from present day. She's two different characters at this point 💀 that's how you know I've had her for SO long because she looks so different from her original drawings.

The latest version of Ruby ended up in a story with completely different characters in the cast and a completely different setting (even if some of the characters were inspired by their og versions). It's called "The Clocktower's Chime"

It's very much inspired by those reincarnation manhwas. I like those stories but they all have the same plot over and over, and while I was more interested in the versions where the character is sent back in time to live their life again but with all the knowledge they had in the future, I always struggled with the aspect that the characters' mental age is far older than they are. It makes the dynamics a little weird, but they can be excused unless it's a romantic dynamic, I would think? I dunno, it was hard to get into the plots mostly because of that.

So I used Ruby as a placeholder OC and came up with a story where upon their death in the future, someone casts a spell or a god sends them back, and instead of having a mental older age, they get a journal with all of the details of their future. Ruby woke up one day and found a journal written by herself that detailed everything about her future up to the point of her death. It was more like a book, however, rather than a journal. It just looked like a journal because it was in her handwriting.

So Ruby gets this book, doesn't believe it at all, until she notices that there are way too many "coincidences" lining up with the events of the book. She starts believing it could be true, and then decides it must be when she finds out that a prominent family in the country she lives in is going to visit her hometown. In the book, they were there because they learned that Ruby was their daughter that had been kidnapped as a baby and believed dead. However, in the book, Ruby had spent her entire life living as a weapon instead of a daughter, and she died by their hands when she refused to kill a woman that is prophesized to end a war that would devastate both countries.

Ruby is, like, 12 at that point. So her kid brain is like "obviously I run away and go to school in a different country and tell everyone I have a different name and there's no way this could go wrong." Except before she can even do that, she runs into Julias Parlia, a Duke's son from the country that is supposed to be her enemy in the future. Ruby is like "shit this is THE worst adult to run into and I haven't even gotten to the running away part of my plan" and Julias ends up being the reason she doesn't even get to the train station. He's fucking hilarious by the way. He's got a well adjusted family with two loving parents and a bunch of little siblings and he basically picks Ruby up by the scruff of her neck and is like "I want this one she's insane."

This is Julias (kneeling on the ground to talk to Ruby) and Emelie (Julias' knight and childhood friend, she's so silly)

and this is the part where I share art from many months ago... when I posted my most recent art and said Ruby keeps getting buffer every time I draw her, I meant it 💀

Ruby and her love interest, Cecelia

This is Vekenti, a character that was also supposed to be a "villain" in the original timeline. Ruby goes looking for him to prevent his death as well, and Julias obviously is like "Omg another weird kid, how delightful!" Everyone thinks Vikenti and Ruby are related, but they are not. They're just raised as siblings in both timelines and have a lot of the same mannerisms

Julias' love interest (unnamed? I can't find her name anywhere) and him

REALLLY old drawings of what they looked like in the OG timeline (I desperately need to redesign these because I could do better now)

Julias and Ruby again

and that's all the art I have for this one (besides the other post of Ruby I posted today, this is the story that that version of Ruby belongs in. She's looks very different now!).

All of this has been in the back of my mind for a while, and I've been trying to figure out which story I would want to write first. Middle school Erin would love for me to finally write Behind the Blue Glass, but sometimes I find myself wanting to write a fantasy story like Clocktower's Chime a lot more

[sunsuns-babie]

If I Get My Way {K.SUNOO x F!READER}

IN WHICH: Kim Seonwoo aka Sunoo is a Sophomore at Decelis University and has a crush on the pretty Music Education Major Y/n Marsh. Seems like a match made in heaven since he’s also a Music Education Major and has had a crush on her since Freshman year when he met her at orientation… well sort of. He’s a little delusional about her but that’s okay, right? When finally given the opportunity to get to know her and potentially date her some weird things start happening that Sunoo doesn’t quite understand… which leads to the postponement of his grand plan to confess his feelings for Y/n. At the end of the day does he get the girl or does he miss out and think of what could’ve been?

ALSO IN WHICH: Sunoo and Y/n’s friends also have their own storylines and side quest relationships happening simultaneously with theirs.

PAIRING: Kim Sunoo x !Female Reader (ft. Mystery Character 1 & Mystery Character 2)

GENRE: Non-Idol AU, College/University AU, SMAU

WARNING: Swearing, sexual jokes/comments, allusion to sexual activity, attempts at humor (I don’t think I’m funny but I’m trying), jokes about murder/killing oneself, and Danielle from NewJeans as the face claim.

FEATURING: Lee Heeseung (EN—), Jay Park (EN—), Jake Sim (EN—), Park Sunghoon (EN—), Yang Jungwon (EN—), NI-KI (EN—), Jang Wonyoung (IVE), Shin Ryujin (ITZY), Choi Yeonjun (TXT), Choi Soobin (TXT), Choi Beomgyu (TXT), Karina (aespa), NingNing (aespa), Huh Yunjin (LE SSERAFIM), Yoon Keeho (P1HARMONY), Anton Lee (riize), Hwang Yeji (ITZY), and mentions of various other idols.

status: temporarily put on hiatus

start: Feb. 12, 2024

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DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction and is in no way a real depiction of the idols portrayed in it and has no actual connection to their real world selves. I don’t know them I’m just using their image for characters in a fictional story.

A/N: This is my first SMAU ever I’ve written stories on other platforms in the past and kind of stopped to be a reader for awhile but I recently got an idea for a story and wanted to try and make it a reality. So please forgive me if it’s bad I’ll try my best to make it enjoyable for you. But I barely know how to work Tumblr as a creator or writer so forgive me if this is all over the place 😭😭😭.

A/N 2: If you want to be added to the taglist for this SMAU you can comment on this post or which ever chapter you see first!

INCOMING MESSAGES…

PROFILES: 2 HOT 4 U LONER BOYS CLUB (ft. 2 Baddies)

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02: you’re not my mom

03: DDEONU GOOD!!!

03.5: bonus chapter 1

04: we going on a date 🤪

04.5: bonus chapter 2

05: free food + written part (755 wrds)

06: blasting Olivia Rodrigo traitor

07: Love changes a man ❤️❤️

07.5: bonus chapter 3

08: keeho is a furry confirmed ✅

08.5: bonus chapter 4 [written part] (1,304 wrds)

09: KILLING MYSELF [POSTPONED]

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[pathtovenus]

𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬

Jorah Mormont x F! Reader

Summary: After Jorah returns from being treated with greyscale, he finally get's the courage to tell you how he feels about you.

Warnings: 18+ content, romantic, fluff, oral (receiving),

A/N: this is my first time writing fanfiction for a character, so please bare with me 😭

It's been a few months since you've been at Dragonstone helping Daenerys with her reign of taking back the Iron Throne. With the help of Lord Tyrion you and him have been helping to advise Daenerys with that quest of taking back what's been rightfully hers. Although there is one thing that still worries you immensely, and that was Jorah's absence.

Jorah and you have been known each other for sometime since Daenerys became the queen in Meereen. You became close to him when Daenerys needed the advising the most from anyone, trying to help her rule while also trying to secretly hide your feelings from Jorah. Overtime, the feelings have slowly started to grow over him but it didn't become super deep until the day he planted a kiss on your hand before he left for the Citadel. Your heart raced a thousand miles, face heating up as bright as a cherry until he took off in that boat. That's how you knew the feelings grew so much more stronger than that. However, since Jorah's left for the Citadel he hasn't returned back in months and you wondered if he even was still alive which worried you, a lot.

Back at Dragonstone, you decided to head to your chambers for the rest of the day. Not sure where things where heading with this war against Cersei and the Lannister's. While heading back to your chambers you hear soft footsteps approaching from in back of you "Lady Y/N." the voice speaks so softly, you recognized it immediately. Turning around, you realize that it's Jorah. He steps out into the light from the radiating torch near him, his eyes never breaking loose from yours as you both stare into each other from a distance.

Without hesitation, you walk towards him and hugged him. At that point you didn't care about anything else except being so thankful that he's returned home. Jorah looked a bit puzzled at the fact that you hugged him, tilting his head down slowly at you and returning the hug back. Looking back up at him you reply, "I really thought the greyscale got to you, I thought that you would've died." speaking faintly while looking back into his eyes.

"No, I was luckily able to be treated at the Citadel. It was painful, but it was better than not being able to return back here." he spoke. The embrace he had on you never broke, he held you close while you both continued to look at each other. "Y/N, there's something I've been meaning to talk to you about before I left but, I didn't know if I was going to return or not." Your eyes began to soften at him, your heart knew what was coming the small moment that you've been waiting for a while.

"The depths of my heart have been wanting to speak for a while to you, not sure how to word anything but you've made me feel inclination's of pursuing what my heart has been telling me. I hold very deep affections for you Y/N, most importantly I love you dearly." Your heart nearly dropped hearing those words come out of his mouth, you never knew this man could have such a poetic tone in confessing his feelings for you.

Jorah and you where now just inch's away from each other's lips. You had no words for how much he just poured his heart out to you, never knowing how much a romantic he was. "I guess you never knew that I felt the same way as you." sealing his mouth with your lips as you both embraced each other. You knees became like jelly, as you both passionately felt each other's lips. Jorah gently intertwined his hand in your hair deepening the kiss between you two. Things felt so fast, as you quickly left his lips and took his hand "We should, come in here.." you lead him into your chambers.

Closing the door, you reach back to him as you both kissed each other once again. The kiss was starting to become more frantic and hungry, feeling your body slowly press against his. He breaks the kiss and looks at you, his hands lightly tilting your chin up to him. "Y/N.. are you sure about this? I mean.. if your not ready-" You stop him short and place your lips back onto his silencing him. "Trust me Jorah.. I've wanted this for a while now.." you speak back to him. Jorah responds back to your kiss by wrapping his arms around your waist as he motions you to wrap your legs around his waist.

He takes you over to your bed being so gentle with you, the tenderness of his touch drove you wild. You've always wanted him to be so gentle with you, something about him being so strong and brave while defending you made you feel weak in the knees. Jorah climbs over you and places himself between your knees slowly kissing you again. "My love, what do you want me to do?" he speaks softly between the kiss. You didn't know what to say or even ask for, here he is fully giving himself his service to you out of his love and affections for him. "Show me then... show me how much you adore and care for me..." you speak. Jorah looked at you in such a way you've never seen before, this very intimate side of him. Taking that as a sign he places a kiss on your forehead.

He starts to place kisses' across your head, and moves to your lips. His hands find your shirt "May I?" he asks. You nod as he assists you with removing your shirt, his kisses' trail down your neck and collarbone and eventually reach your chest his eyes look at you and you stare back at him. You place your hand on his head as he continues to kiss and worship each part of you that he loved. He continues down your stomach still placing soft kisses' down each part of you. Reaching your pants he looks at you for his permission once again as you give him the signal, continuing to worship every part of you and your being. The feeling within you was something you never felt before, never thinking that Jorah would be this type of way for you in such an intimate setting. You've though about what it would be like before to be with him in this setting, but you had no idea that your fantasies of this would actually be happening.

Removing your pants just leaving you in your panties, he's still kissing your body. He looks up at you once more as he finally speaks softly "Again are you sure?" he looks a bit hesitant. "Yes Jorah, show me how much you've wanted to express your feelings for me." Jorah then removed your panties as he moved down to your lower regions. As your hand still intertwines with his hair he takes your left leg and places it upon his shoulders. Kissing your inner thighs and moving his hand and placing it upon your hips. Looking back down at him, you saw how he was being so tender with your body and yourself. Placing a few more kisses' on your inner thighs you could now feel his breath on your cunt as you where extremely wet by now. He wastes no more time as he starts to place those kisses' on your wet cunt. Eating you out whole by now, feeling the pleasure and ecstasy running through your body.

Jorah continues to fill you up with pleasure, taking his time to make sure his tongue does the work making you feel amazing and filled with pleasure. You could feel yourself getting ready to cum soon, feeling it almost too quickly with how badly he was making you feel good. Your moans weren't super loud, as you didn't want anyone else in the castle to hear how Ser Jorah Mormont was making your eyes roll in the back of your head from eating you out. "Jorah-, I'm going to-" Jorah takes a brief hold and speaks through "Cum for me, cum on my tongue." his voice sounded raspy. You released all over him, feeling out of breath as you finally come back down from your high. The moans leaving your mouth and feeling amazing with what just happened. Jorah pulls away from you and climbs up next to you, both staring deeply into each others eyes. The love between you two felt so endless, as a thousand stars danced beneath you as the moons glow from the window shined upon you both. Tired from the high, you both slowly start to drift off into each other's arms.

[merokado]

[chronically online] profiles: Freaky Singles Looking For Love (18+)

suna

where do i even start, he's our love interest hello?!?!? everybody clap and cheer!!!

awake at ungodly hours yelling at his computer - he brings a certain antisocial shut-in vibe to the function but he really just prefers staying at home

but but! he of course still makes time for whatever side quests his friends want to bring him along for (he won't say it, but he loves them!)

this man is the definition of nonchalant. like,,, he never goes out of his way to make new friends or potential girlfriends

which sucks for a lot of people because he ignores any moves made at him

it's either 1. he is Not interested or 2. he just doesn't understand that someone's flirting with him

despite this, suna still looooves complaining about being single

bokuto

resident driver of the freaky singles

always texting while driving but somehow never gets into any and all accidents

bo is a cheery guy! everyone loves him!

also his favorite emoji is definitely “😁" LOL

if his texts don't have that emoji call the police because that is not Him texting

unexpectedly pulls out in-depth analyses of his friends every now and then, veeery much to their surprise

kuroo

he pretends to be all cool but he's really not!!

gym buddies with tsumu which is unfortunate for whoever's there when they are because they are always pulling some embarrassing shit

they're not harming anyone though, only themselves 😭 he's always tryna bring physics into the gym which annoys atsumu

and ohh you bet it's even worse when bo comes with them, they all collectively lose like 1 million aura when they're all together

he always tries to drag suna with him if he hasn't seen him in a while

atsumu

written on profiles: art students (and atsumu)

osamu

#businessman

onigiri miya is his whole life, it's his precious child

very busy man, is barely there for events and sends three messages MAX per week

didn't pursue college anymore because he wanted to focus on his store - but still very close with the rest of the freaky singles

he meets up with them like …. once a month … excluding tsumu of course, he always stops by the shop to buy onigiri

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[yourdeepestfathoms]

when i first started to play the Changeling route, i was expecting snarky child Clara roasting the shit out of grown adults

what i was NOT expecting was just how vulnerable, scared, and emotional Clara is throughout the whole thing

the amount of emotional turmoil and torment Clara goes through is fucking insane. i’m only on day eight, and this child has completely speedrun anxiety, daddy issues, abandonment issues, and trauma—among other things. she’s only twelve days old by the end of the whole thing, and her mental health is already in pieces 😭

but like, some of the things you can make her say really highlight just how vulnerable and young she is.

whereas in the Haruspex and Bachelor routes you can refuse quests because you can’t be bothered, Clara can refuse a lot of quests because she’s scared. because what she’s doing freaks her out, and she doesn’t want to get involved.

she also just seems so sad all the time. especially on day six, which is just a huge emotional rollercoaster for the poor kid (one part that sticks with me is when it’s implied that she starts crying while talking to the Albino, and the Albino does his best to comfort her, and she starts weeping about how even Katerina, her own mother, disowned her)

this is so jarring after you play both the Bachelor and Haruspex routes because she acts nothing like this. you see hints of her vulnerability, but usually when you talk to her, she’s very cryptic and strange. she’s nothing like she is in the Changeling route, where her youth and fragile mental state is suddenly laid bare right before your eyes.

also there’s a line where she admits that she’s been “crying a lot lately.” so. yeah.

[narwhalandchill]

how are we feeling about this project amber update

assuming this is in relation to childe bc who the fuck else JWDJWJKDJKW anon im so sorry if not. also so so sorry for how out of hand this got. i am simply unwell about him.

But! Well. there certainly are thoughts

(obviously 4.6 datamine of arle SQ and her voicelines; This Will Not Spoil Anything Abt The Main SQ Plot, i only discuss the relevant parts. also some p Heavy negativity towards fanon ooc at the start youve been warned dont @ me)

(i mean i didnt even read anything of the SQ but The scene w childe so idek the main plot of the quest rly either lmao. tho go at ur own risk if u wanna check the dialogue out; its the 2nd quest log but it does hint at the greater story)

TLDR: how i feel abt his appearance in a vaccuum? quite solid despite the briefness, actually. accounting for the way fanon is 100% likely going to be reading into this and turning it into the Lets Infantilize Ajax Even More 2024 championship? conflicted.

in other words; a certified labyrinth warriors moment - theyve expanded on childes character in a very interesting and quite a compelling way and while i Do like the potential in what im seeing from hoyos end theyve also done it so that its going to be misinterpreted to hell and back by fanon so i kinda have an immediate jaded love-hate moment going on JJWJDKJDKJWJDWKJ

its literally just labyrinth warriors flashbacks - that event has some of my ALL TIME favorite insights into who ajax is and how he views the world and himself but when the event came out all everyone cared abt was to warp it into baby boy stuck in scawwy paper boy dungeon dehumanizes himself by calling himself a weapon and doesnt love himself he is such a sad trauma meowkitten 🥺🥺so yeah

bc like lets look at this properly for a bit; okay he went back to fontaine to look for skirk still somewhat injured and waa waa my 286 month infant baby cannot Make decisions like that!!!!!11! which is to say. i am tired of him getting this shit every time.

is it smart of him to get on the move immediately with just the bare minimum of rest? no. do i like that hes straining himself before proper recovery? not particularly no. do i feel the particular need to psychoanalyze this grown man and feared warrior whos 100% survived Way Worse in Way More Extreme Situations for it? hell fucking no.

while not at all the course of action a medical professional would approve of. from childes POV its perfectly logical hes priorizing going back for skirk when its literally the FIRST TIME shes showed up in like. a Decade. when hes been looking for her all this time are you kidding me 😭😭😭 but fanon must keep fanoning for their widdle baby girl so what does a hater like me know

anyway. seething and venting over im gonna try to avoid bringing up how much i hate this kinda infantilization of ajax now im sorry for bringing it up so much on ur innocent ask anon KJWDJKWKJDJDKWJKD. neutral discussion moment. i Promise

so it seems that theyre going for the pulcinella-is-shady-about-ajax (and prolly his family) angle for good and like. personally for me as long as the only real source of that claim was scara (a cynical edgelord who doesnt believe in non-exploitative human relationships, mind you) i was rather skeptical towards just instantly drawing that conclusion, but well. with the scene in arles AQ it appears to be sth theyre building towards

i actually really fucking loved that scene bc while theres outsider perspectives (scara obvi; and even arles line for him has that vibe. and ppl still take that shit face value 💀💀) and a lot of fandom assuming childes like. completely clueless and naive and ignorant towards the potential risks involved with trusting pulcinella. this is actually a very clever demonstration of quite the opposite? and showcasing how despite his aversion towards schemes and lies hes still intelligent and knows the kind of people hes dealing with when it comes to his fellow harbingers

like. childe has a negative opinion of arle based on what pulcinella has told him about her because at face value many of her deeds are in heavy conflict with his values of loyalty and family. and because he does not have the further context behind her actions and what the HotH under her is really like. Obviously hed hold a very hostile and wary view towards arlecchino

(ESPECIALLY when with all this biased intel hes still going to run into kids from the house!!! and then hes going wtf? these are good kids. what the hell is that knave doing with them??? blink twice if you need help i will start a civil war for yall like thats how he is with kids!!!!)

so YES. pulcinella has given him if not false then at least misleading intel based on the political tension between himself and arlecchino and the wider HotH. and childes taken that at face value! sure! he is close with pulcinella of course he would!

BUT. THEN. he returns to fontaine and seeks arlecchinos help looking for skirk. and observes her behavior and modus operandi for himself as well as the kids. does he go "nah she must be just hiding the crazy evil shit i would never distrust pulcinella" and leave it at that when reality doesnt completely match his expectations?

NO. because when offered the opportunity through the traveler asking about the HotH childe immediately capitalizes on the opportunity to prod for answers and see if pulcinella is lying to him!!!!

and hes so fucking smart with the way he does it too???? i LOVE his intelligence. the entire thing is so simple yet elegant; it Completely relies on his reputation as the kinda gullible harbinger whod Never scheme or hide Anything to indirectly affirm or deny his suspicions. he doesnt Need to Pretend to care about the possibility of arle betraying the kids bc he genuinely does!! and when she pushes back against the accusation he doesnt Need to fake admitting to her that well, actually, its all just rumors so he could be completely wrong. and so on. like he navigates the entire thing so effortlessly. and whats the end result?

childe has Confirmation of pulcinellas possible ulterior motives in action AND that arlecchino is a much more reliable ally than he initially assumed. all the while appearing as just The Straightforward 11th. like obviously id need to hear it voiced first to be sure but in text it v much gives the impression hes almost kinda just. playing up the threats towards arle and being "dumb" on Purpose?? to get the answers he wanted out of arle without appearing like hes fishing for anything particular. and i just hhhhhhhhhhh

i love when he does this so muchhhh!!!!!! 😭😭 he doesnt need to become some machiavellian schemer to be able to strategize !!!!!! he avoids scheming bc he Dislikes it not bc hes incapable of it like this has Always been the case Since Liyue AQ and i love whenever they show that side of himm . my Beloved

so anyway. while i do still think the like "pulcinella is bad and has his family hostage" is still kind of a generic plotline and i hope the writing regarding the whole thing wont ultimately turn out to be sth That simplified and black and white. its p clear theyre doing Something with pulcinellas motivations and as they are. im Really glad theyre letting it show that childes not just some completely passive party being manipulated in this all. he Is thinking abt this stuff and his position among the harbingers. ig we shall see where it goes - not the greatest fan of the concept still, but canon text supports it becoming a thing way more than when it was just scaras word we had for it. hope theyll surprise me positively w how they go about it!

then briefly for the rest uhh

also loved arle and childe just shittalking the rest of the harbingers it was amazing. i wasnt expecting this kinda dynamic between them at all but its great lmao. also i wanna see childe hang out w the HotH kids

as for project stuzha; so we dont really get anything solid on it other than being summoned back to snezhnaya for it is apparently a Big Deal. but still very interested. let my man have his endgame significance Trust

childes appearance was obviously v brief ultimately but that was clear from his leaked linecount to begin with - i am pretty satisfied with what they seem to have done w him. like its not The Best but also i wasnt expecting his lore to get some massive expansion in another harbingers SQ . the worst i feared was that it was just going to be a flashback of arle returning his vision which did Not happen so massive W. i am super hyped to hear this scene voice acted proper and happy to see him again, i really hope he gets to appear at least once more in an interlude or dains quest or something before going on hiatus again but idk if thats too much to ask LKKWJDJWDJWD

also: i am never changing my namecard after this patch drops. oh my godddddddd its So Fucking Beautiful 😭😭😭😭

But. Yeah. lots of good stuff. unfortunately lots of it will get misinterpreted and fanon will get obnoxious about it. but i still love getting to see him again and i am speedrunning that namecard day fucking one mutuals and/or followers in EU please add me (UID 711090267) ill need coop buddies for the world bosses

thank youuuuuuu for the ask i hope this monstrosity of a monologue doesnt scare u off 💀💀💀

[prettyluvvluminah]

One last voyage: Prologue/Backstory

Pairing: Pirate!EddieMunson X Siren!Reader

Summary: Whilst Eddie and his fellow pirates are on a quest, one by one, members of his crew start to go missing. Eddie is adamant to find the culprit, whatever it takes! What happens when he falls in love…with the one who caused all of it?

Warnings: Reader has long hair, I tried to make this gender neutral but I may have mentions pronouns (I’m not sure) mentions of murder and drowning

AN: I know absolutely NOTHING about pirates and how they work so it probably won’t be correct but let’s just pretend it is😭

Fury. That’s all you felt. As you ripped your razor sharp teeth into the rotting flesh, trying to savour the taste. You don’t know when you’ll get this luxury again. It’s a rare occurrence that anyone dares to cross into your territory. Most people avoid your home unless it is absolutely necessary. Even then, they will merely pass by, never making themselves comfortable. They’ve all heard the tales of a malevolent creature, with sharp teeth, white creamy eyes and a voice as soft and sweet as honey. Terrified of what it will do to them.

So of course when you went on your morning swim only to be met with a crew of men, rooting through your possessions you felt…confused. No, angry. No…furious. Who do these men think they are? They think they can wander into YOUR land and scrabble with your belongs? Just come and go as they please? No.

You simply watched, as their grubby hands man-handled your things.

“Hey look at this!” One of the men said, holding up a gold necklace, gaining the attention of the other 2 men.

“D’ya think it’s real?” The man with dark curls asked. ‘Looks real.” He then added.

The man holding the necklace held it closer to his face, analysing it carefully. He then pulled it away and put it in a small sack he was carrying and shrugged “I’ll give it to Captain, see what he says.”

They’re stealing your things. What are they going to do with them? Are they going to sell them? Keep them for themselves? You don’t care, because you won’t let them.

Swimming slowly over to them, you make sure to keep your eyes on them. Make sure they don’t see you, at least not yet.

Once you were about 10 feet away, hidden behind a giant rock, you stopped and watched.

“Captains gonna love this.” The same man who stole your necklace, now holding up a Pearl tiara.

Your brows furrow and your eyes switch, a milky, ghostly colour. You bare your claws, releasing long, edged nails.

You swim up to the man with red hair, he looks easy. He has his back turned to you when you get there. You reach up and start to slowly caress his spine with your delicate fingers.

The man let’s put a horrified shriek and turns around, now facing you. When you finally make eye contact, his eyes go from panicked to captivated. He drops to his knees and leans in closer.

You lay your hand onto his forearm and begin tracing up his delicate skin. The man seemed to be in a trance. Not once questioning who, or what you are. Once you reach his upper arm you stop, and slowly pull yourself up so your lips are having above his ear. He can feel your breath dancing on his neck.

In your soft and sultry voice you say “come with me.”

Without thinking, the man nods. You smile, but there’s something sinister hiding behind it, something evil.

Abruptly, you dig your claws in the man’s arm, piercing the skin. This seemed to awaken the man from his hypnotic state.

He let out a bloodcurdling scream, but before he could do anything else you dragged him into the water.

Placing both hands on his neck you dragged deeper, and deeper and deeper. The terror in this man eyes stirred something in you. Excitement. Until suddenly, that terror disappeared. No emotions was left and you knew he was dead. You dropped the man and watched his limp corpse sink.

You swan quickly up onto the surface of the ocean and saw the other two men searching frantically for the now deceased man.

“VIKTOR!”

“VIKTOR WHERE ARE YOU?”

You saw this as an opportunity.

“HELP, HELP ME PLEASE OH MY GOD HELP.” You screamed, mimicking Viktors voice perfectly.

The two men turned rapidly and started running towards ‘Viktor’. Well, you but they didn’t have to know that.

“VIKTOR! Viktor where are you?”

When the men were close enough, you pounced. Grabbing one man’s leg and dragging him in, clawing at his neck and slicing the skin there. Then grabbing the next and wrapping your arms around his neck and twisting as hard, and as fast as you can. He fell limp in your arms and you leg go, giving him a light push so he starts to sink. You grab the other man and drag both him, and yourself out of the water and begin feasting.

You savour the taste, not wasting even the tiniest amount. You could get used to this. Well, chances are…their crew will come looking for them. That means more for you to feast.

A smile creeps it way onto your lips. You can’t wait.

AHHH I hope that was okay😭😭 let me know if you guys want me to continue this💕💕

P.S if you notice any mistake pleasee tell me so I can fix them, thank youuu💖

PART 2

[ohnomyhooves]

Thoughts on the headcannons that doffy is colorblind and that’s part of why his fashion sense is Like That and that corazon is so unbalanced bcos he suffered a traumatic brain injury in the same event where doffy got an arrow in his eye and cora was only normal kid levels of klutzy before that and got much worse after

Firstly I'm so sorry if it took me ages to reply, I didn't get notified of this in my inbox at all!🥹

Also, I do like both of those theories– in my opinion there is definitely something about his eyes that Doffy is deliberately hiding, whether a natural 'flaw' or an injury.

On Doffy's eyes;

I think the arrow to the eye was quite clear, it's hard to imagine he could get away from something like that completely unscathed. The only question though if this is the case is why he was wearing glasses before any of that happened. My guess is either:

- he had some kind of eye defect from birth, something that he possibly saw as this huge flaw for a high and mighty Celestial Dragon. Perhaps colour blindness from birth, or heterochromia, or partial blindness etc.

- this is self-indulgent and unnecessarily cute (sue me!) but I also like to think that maybe he was just attached to the glasses themselves as an item, the way small kids get overly attached to things and just don't let them go for a long phase I.e a favourite piece of clothing they insist on wearing everywhere or an impractical accessory.

In either case, I can see that after his injury he started wearing glasses all the time for a totally different reason; to hide an injury that was now a bigger flaw than anything else because it was definite proof of weakness. Whatever he's hiding behind those glasses I refuse to believe he's not touchy and secretive about it. I think the HC that Doflamingo actually has perfectly normal eyes under there and is just an Extra Bitch is hilarious!! BUT considering that he got to keep them even at Impel Down, and I believe the wiki says that Tsuru got him a new pair before he was tossed in jail, they must be pretty important to him/ the Marines who arrested him for that little while his eyes were bare probably saw something that they knew Doflamingo would get Touchy and Dangerous about so they wanted to cover it right back up and pretend they hadn't seen anything.

BUT I'M GOING ON A TANGENT! To answer your actual question, I've never considered that his sense of fashion is so atrocious because he could be colourblind. Like, I just thought it was atrocious because his personality involves being the centre of attention all the time– sitting on the fcking table at warlord meetings, crowning himself King of Dressrosa and throwing massive celebrations in his honour, his behaviour at Marineford– but now that you mention it I like that possibility! I would have to look up how people with colourblindness perceive colours, I think, to get deeper into it; for example, if he doesn't perceive his horrid feather coat as being pink the way other people see it, what colour does it look like to him, what aesthetic exactly is he going for? Doflamingo would 100% not care if other people's visual senses were assaulted in his quest to look good to himself so that's fascinating.

On Cora's clumsiness;

I totally REFUSE to believe he was exaggerating this or playing it up for the sake of his cover. His accidents are too inconveniently timed for that to be the case, like when it got him in trouble when he was stealing the Op Op Fruit...(ouch😭)

He says he's always been clumsy since birth but his klutzness is simply next level, so it really makes sense that it's the result of some traumatic injury. If it was simply a childhood trait I think it would get better with time, not significantly worse; AND, I know we didn't see much of him as a child, but there wasn't any time child Rosi was depicted as being that clumsy. I believe the only time he ever showed clumsiness was when he tripped and fell into a treasure chest one time(?) in one of the very first scenes of their family before they moved out of Marie Jois, but that's like. On a totally believable level for a child. His clumsiness is such an integral element of his character as an adult that I think they would've highlighted it in his younger self.

So! Yes, I agree with that headcanon ;-; poor Rosi...

Thank you for submitting such a fun ask! I do enjoy yapping about them XD

[khunyuki]

This is NOT A Game!

🅟︎🅡︎🅞︎🅛︎🅞︎🅖︎🅤︎🅔︎: 🄳🄴🄰🅃🄷 🄸🅂 🄰🄻🅂🄾 🄰🄽 🄰🄲🄷🄸🄴🅅🄴🄼🄴🄽🅃

Synopsis: You bought that viral VR game that features your favorite anime, Kimetsu no Yaiba! (★＞U＜★) However, an error occured while you were playing which lead to you being stuck inside the game for reasons you don't know Σ(ﾟдﾟ；)ｴｯ What's worse is that the system takes great joy in killing you the whole time! ｡ﾟ( ﾟஇωஇﾟ)ﾟ｡

Pairing/s: Kimetsu no Yaiba x reader

Note/s: This was supposed to be for next week after finishing my other story but tumblr decided it wanted to post it now😭

Genre/s: Mystery, Thriller, Action, Tragedy, Game

Warning/s: Death, Blood

Masterlist:

MAIN QUEST#1: Find a shelter![URGENT]

Description: You are currently in the middle of a blizzard. In the freezing cold, please try to find a shelter as soon as possible!

Rewards: Shelter, Food, Medicine, 1000 coins! All stats increase by 10

Failure: Death

\(^_^)/ \(^_^)/ \(^_^)/ \(^_^)/ \(^_^)/ \(^_^)/

You were mindlessly walking forward, with nothing in sight but endless snow.

With every step, you could feel your soaked body getting colder and colder until you no longer have the ability to walk nor stand.

Lying on the snow with your consciousness starting to fade. The cold winter envelopes your body and soul, then you closed your eyes.

You have unlocked an achievement!

BAD ENDING#1: Frozen Meat

First Achievement Unlocked! Title Received!

< Poor Unfortunate Soul >

\(^_^)/ \(^_^)/ Ⓛ︎Ⓞ︎Ⓐ︎Ⓓ︎Ⓘ︎Ⓝ︎Ⓖ︎ \(^_^)/ \(^_^)/

You were loaded back to your previous save point, which is the place you initially gained awareness: in the middle of a fuckin' blizzard.

You have had no memories of your death as loading meant resetting even your memories.

You once again roamed with no destination, having a bad feeling in moving forward, you decided to go left.

Within your first few steps, an excruciating pain could be felt on your leg. Your flesh was pierced by multiple teeth searing inside, breaking even your bones. Your scream was drowned out by the strong winds, with no option to seek help. Your energy was drained as fast as your leg fell off.

Falling into the snow, you used the last bit of energy you have left and looked down to see a pool of red soaking the pure white and then disappearing. Gone like your remaining life.

BAD ENDING#2: Go Catch A Bear

\(^_^)/ \(^_^)/ Ⓛ︎Ⓞ︎Ⓐ︎Ⓓ︎Ⓘ︎Ⓝ︎Ⓖ︎ \(^_^)/ \(^_^)/

You walked to your right this time and was met with hungry, ravenous wolves.

You have unlocked an achievement!

BAD ENDING#3: The Wolves Are Hungry

\(^_^)/ \(^_^)/ Ⓛ︎Ⓞ︎Ⓐ︎Ⓓ︎Ⓘ︎Ⓝ︎Ⓖ︎ \(^_^)/ \(^_^)/

You walked south, as straight as possible, blindsighted. Your last step being the air, thus falling down the cliffside.

You have unlocked an achievement!

BAD ENDING#4: Humpty Dumpty Had A Great Fall

\(^_^)/ \(^_^)/ Ⓛ︎Ⓞ︎Ⓐ︎Ⓓ︎Ⓘ︎Ⓝ︎Ⓖ︎ \(^_^)/ \(^_^)/

You repeated your previous actions numerous times.

Straight, back, right, left, right, straight, left, back.

Over and over again.

You felt sick. You were standing at your save point, the place you found yourself in, an unfamiliar surrounding. You were supposed to move to survive with that quest hanging over your head.

But why is it that you couldn't make as to single step?

Your body shaking not from the cold but from fear of something else. There's that bugging feeling of something going terribly wrong once you move, it froze you on the spot.

Were you going to die here? In this place you know absolutely nothing about? You blame your legs for not moving at all, some useless body part it is.

You just stood there and waited. Waited. Waited for help you weren't sure would come.

"Somebody! Anybody! Please help me..."

You called out for the last time before your body and voice gave out. As you were laying down on the ground awaiting your impending doom, you could barely make out a silhouette forming.

Were your ears playing tricks on you or is that Gurenge playing in the background?

You don't know if you're hallucinating or anything. Maybe it's the one where you life flashes before you on the moment of your death? Was Gurenge the song you decided you'll play at your funeral? What a silly thought...

It was that stupid song, that stupid anime, that got you into this mess in the first place.

Still, you try to reach out with your last remaining strength.

\(^_^)/ \(^_^)/ Ⓢ︎Ⓐ︎Ⓥ︎Ⓘ︎Ⓝ︎Ⓖ︎ \(^_^)/ \(^_^)/

"Excuse me?! Miss! I'll save you so please don't give up just yet!"

% % Ⓞ︎Ⓥ︎Ⓔ︎Ⓡ︎Ⓦ︎Ⓡ︎Ⓘ︎Ⓣ︎Ⓘ︎Ⓝ︎Ⓖ︎ Ⓓ︎Ⓐ︎Ⓣ︎Ⓐ︎ % %

"Okaa-san! Nezuko! Help me! I found this person in the middle of the blizzard!"

\(^_^)/ % Ⓓ︎Ⓐ︎Ⓣ︎Ⓐ︎ Ⓢ︎Ⓐ︎Ⓥ︎Ⓔ︎Ⓓ︎ % \(^_^)/

MAIN QUEST#1 CLEARED!

Achievements Unlocked:

BAD ENDING#1: Frozen Meat - 500 coins

Poor Unfortunate Soul - Learn a new language

BAD ENDING#2: Go Catch A Bear - 500 coins

BAD ENDING#3: The Wolves Are Hungry - 500 coins

BAD ENDING#4: Humpty Dumpty Had A Great Fall - 500 coins

Total Rewards Received:

All stats increase by 10, Shelter, Food, Medicine, +3000 coins, ++Learn a new language

[crazylittlejester]

Regarding Warriors' age, could you imagine if the war went from 16 to 19 for him and then the quest started immediately after? He would seem so much older than he was to the others, and he would be baffled by how much time had passed for Mask. His trauma would also be so fresh!

OH MY GOD I ACCIDENTALLY SAVED THIS TO DRAFTS INSTEAD OF POSTING IT IM SO SORRY- this is becoming a reoccurring issue i fear 😭

i do love me some Warriors trauma, y’all know that 🥺

i have a similar headcanon for how long the Wars of Eras lasted, but god imagine him showing up at 19/20 and Time having to realize that this is exactly how old Warriors was during the war. Like imagine him having to realize the brother who seemed so much older was really just a teenager, barely an adult at all