#they aren't quite to being like the Bonded Pair that they could be YET

[yanderes-galore]

Ugh, Panther I don't know what exact time you'll be getting this ask but as if now it is not the 2nd in my time zone. But I don't have any time tomorrow so I hope its okay to send something earlier. If not, please feel free to ignore!

I just need *sucks in breath and clenched fist* Yandere Gojo from JJK with the prompts 14. , 34. and possibly 35.

with someone who has sorcerer powers but has grown outside of the jujutsu society? They fight because they genuinely wanna help people and Gojo introduced them to the school to be a teacher too - in hopes to get another strong ally but uh oh he got obsessed. Like, he does not want to lose you like he lost Geto and maybe you'll grow to understand him too. so imo the prompts work well. Can either be platonic or romantic I think he can be both!

Thank you!

Sure, friend! I hope this is to your taste :) I really hope he isn't too OOC or anything. There was no plot structure here 😮‍💨... I just followed the direction my mind guided me.

He's a subtle yandere here Ig.

Yandere! Satoru Gojo Prompts 14, 34, 35

"It's too dangerous in the world. You need me, you should know that!"

"No one else understands me except you!"

"Don't push me away, dear... I only want to be closer to you!"

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Fear of attachment/loss, Trauma implied, Clingy behavior, Overprotective behavior, Controlling behavior, Soft yandere, Threats near the end, Dubious companionship/relationship.

It had been a long while since Gojo had found someone he could relate to in some way. The companionship wasn't quite what Gojo had with Geto long before... but it was close. You were strong... yet so isolated from the rest.

A familiar feeling to him.

Gojo could tell you were a strong Sorcerer when you entered the school for a job. As expected... Gojo wanted to test you to see if you were right for the job. By the end of your examination... you were approved.

Leaving Gojo curious and excited.

In Gojo's eyes, strong allies were important in the field. It's what he strives to find and teach. Strength has always been important to protect the weak.

Gojo at first hated how interested he was in you. Yet you were so mysterious... according to you, you never went to Jujutsu High to learn your craft. Which leaves Gojo baffled on your strength.

You aren't stronger than him, far from it, but you are certainly strong and full of potential. During your job, Gojo often checked in with you. Many students never really saw Gojo away from you for long.

He was always playful and laid-back with you. Safe to say you both get along well as teachers. Perhaps even too well...

Gojo realizes he's too attached when the worry starts to settle deep within him.

The bond you share reminds him a lot of Geto. Too much, actually. Such a thought makes him pained.

Gojo's concern grows, even as he offers to train you. You're a teacher skilled in your craft. Gojo really shouldn't be worried.

But... are you handling the new environment well? You seemed like you lived an isolated lifestyle. Does the city bother you?

Gojo despises the worries he has. All leftover emotions from when he was a teen. He... just can't help himself, however.

You always care so much for others. As a teacher and Jujutsu Sorcerer, you end up sacrificing whatever you can to see students and friends safe. It's honorable...

But Gojo doesn't wish to lose another he's close to... not when he finally feels he has someone who gets him.

Such behavior makes Gojo stick around more often. To the point you even begin to wish he left you alone. Despite being a strong Sorcerer similar to him, Gojo also seemed to treat you like you couldn't defend yourself.

You didn't respect him babying you... it was an insult to your skills.

"Don't push me away, dear... I only want to be closer to you!" Gojo whines, a frown on his face as you sit in your empty classroom. You snort, amused that he acts like a child while treating you like one. You have no idea what's gotten into your friend and ally as of late.

"Satoru, I don't wish to speak with you." You state in a stern tone.

"Why?" Gojo replies, walking over to lean on your desk. He's as casual as ever it seems.

"You've been awfully... suffocating." You admit bluntly. "I am an adult who can handle themselves."

"... not in this world." Gojo sighs, gaze never once leaving yours behind his glasses. He notices your unamused look and straightens his posture.

"It's too dangerous in the world. You need me, you should know that." Gojo frowns. "The city has way more curses running around than where you came from."

"I can handle them." You retort.

"And if you can't?" Gojo responds, staring you down. Something about his staring unnerves you. You're silent, Gojo oddly going back to smiling after you stop arguing.

"I'm the strongest, you should really just let me take care of things for you. It would be much... safer." Gojo's tone is oddly relieved and gleeful.

"... Satoru... you can't be there for me all the time." You try to reason.

"Says who?" Gojo frowns. "No one else understands me except you! Am I just supposed to sit back and lose you?"

His words and lack of composure surprise you. Gojo's quick to fix his sudden outburst, however, sitting beside you and holding your hand. It's an action of comfort...

But you can tell there's a pained expression in his usually playful eyes.

"... just listen to me, okay?" Gojo whispers, looking back at you as his grip tightens. "You'll be safe if you just... keep me close."

"Satoru-" You try to speak, but Gojo covers your mouth.

"I don't care how strong you are... I'm stronger. If you don't let me protect you..."

Gojo's grin turns... unsettling. A twisted show of teeth that makes it look like he'll snap. You swore he even chuckled. Your heart beats faster when he leans closer.

"I may just have to keep you all to myself no matter the cost... that way you'd be safe and I can't lose you. How's that sound?"

[galedekarios]

good day! thank you for beautiful visuals and metas of Gale, its great to find fans who care about him so! You got me thinking - for a character so romantic, so delighted to be in love Gale knew little about it with Mystra. He spoke about being her lover like it was a highest honor, losing her favor, being cut off described as fate worse than Netherese Orb itself. Gale agrees to die for her forgiveness no questions asked. All this while he realises deep down even through it was voiced later - he was her plaything, another mortal falling under her spell, no love requited ever could be there, gods don't feel it. It's very sweet and a little heartbreaking, how open and smitten he can be if romanced, how happy he becomes loving and being loved in return.

thank you for your wonderful and very sweet message, anon. 🖤 i really do appreciate it.

yes, that is everything that i find very touching about gale's romancce.

to me, gale is someone who hasn't truly known what love is yet. he has known worship and obedience, wonder and pleasure. i think, considering how young he was when mystra came into his life, it's perhaps no surprise at all that once their relationship changed, he may have thought it was love between them. it was most certainly for him. in fact, i do remember a particular line from early access that always stuck with me and truly showed the imbalance at work here:

Player: What did Mystra’s attention feel like? Gale: Love. 

and

Player: Teacher’s pet, was he? Gale: He fancied himself much more than that. He fancied himself favoured above all others. Perhaps it was not quite love, but you see, the wizard was but a very young man. It was most certainly love to him. Mystra showed him the secrets behind the veils. The gossamer veils first, draped across the Weave. The delicate veils next, draped across her body. ‘Chosen One’ she whispered, as she slipped them off completely.

and even now, in the full release version of the game, that sentiment still lingers. he wasn't just her chosen, he was her lover - and we learn throughout the game what love truly entails for gale: heart, mind, body and soul.

Gale: I'm many things to many people, but I'm never a man to throw the l-word around lightly. I said exactly what I meant: I love you. You should never, never doubt that. - Gale: We didn't just make love. We bonded, body and soul. I got lost in you.

with mystra casting him away, he not only lost his power, his status, but also one of his most central relationships with the goddess who was his teacher, mentor and love all at once, all at the same time.

but we also know that he had relationships before mystra and before the protag:

Gale: No, you are not the first. Though you are the first since my relationship with Mystra came to its ignominious end.

i think this quote is just so interesting, especially if you pair it with:

Gale: To know you love me for the man I am, and not the magic I command... None have loved me so purely before.

and:

Player: I love you. But for the man that you are. Not the god you'd pretend to be. Gale: But think what I offer. The vastness of eternity to explore, the Weave at our fingertips... You would really prefer me as I am? Node Context: Genuine, vulnerable - the player just told him they loved him in a way that no one else has

so whatever these relationships before were, it's clear that something was missing from them for gale. something that gale sorely needed.

all of these little puzzle pieces combine to a larger whole of why we find gale as he is when we meet him in the story: someone who very much is struggling to find any worth in the person that he is outside of what he can provide to be useful.

Gale: Let me make myself indispensable. - Gale: I'm indispensable, aren't I? - Gale: My best is yours. - Gale: Please - continue to believe in me. I want to show you the wizard I am capable of being, rather than the poor excuse for a man who's kept you company thus far.

there are so many more of these, following the same vein, even in act iii.

gale is only now learning how to be loved, how to allow himself to be loved, and under that continuous reaffirmation given by the protag, he opens up to it, strains towards it, like a flower to the sun.

Gale: You truly are a soul that steels my own. From all my new-rallied heart I thank you. I stand at a precipice, but if you do not give up hope, neither shall I. I'll fight, I'll resist - as long as I can. - Gale: You give me hope, and I've not had that in some time. - Player: How are you feeling? Gale: Worried, if I'm being honest. I have so much to live for - more than I thought I'd have again, after Mystra. - Gale: It's been so long since I used it. Gale Dekarios cuts a poor figure next to the wizarding prowess of 'Gale of Waterdeep'. Player: Gale Dekarios. I think I like him more. Gale: You like so many things about me I'd have sooner discarded... Your generosity is quite wonderful. - Gale: You see me as I am, and do not find me wanting.

he still has a very long way to go, to heal, it's not a process that's completed by the time his quest is completed or the game ends - and depending on your protag, they too have things that still weigh heavy on them as well - but it's a beginning.

[chubs-deuce]

I wish Hazbin Hotel made me care more about Chaggie...

It is a very cute ship and I'm happy they made up again in the finale, but I also can't help but feel like it lacks? So much substance?

Which is sad, because I really did want so badly to fall in love with them, but their chemistry just falls kind of flat for me, like it's hardly been explored properly.

All of their interactions are positive and supportive, but ultimately just very surface level kinds of wholesome and sweet...

I don't dislike them, far from it, but I really wish the show had focused on them a bit more thoroughly, and given us more reasons to substantiate why they care about and love each other - and in extension, why we as the audience should too. I'm ngl, I felt like Angel and Husk had more substance to their developing bond than Charlie and Vaggie had all season... And those two aren't even anywhere close to being together yet.

The show does minimally bite into more of Charlie's and Vaggie's relationship with the trust fall incident and Whatever It Takes, but even that song was only partially focused on Vaggie, split in focus on a completely different character - kind of like her relationship with Charlie is more of an afterthought? I feel like that should've maybe been more of a solo song focusing on just Vaggie, properly exploring more layers of her character and her relationship to Charlie, underlining them more as equals to each other.

Speaking of... I also can't help but feel like a large part of Vaggie's character is always tangentially tied to Charlie one way or another, like she's not really her own person outside of being paired with her - being protective of Charlie, giving advice to Charlie, helping managing the hotel for Charlie - while Charlie feels much more like a fleshed out and properly realized person that functions well on her own outside of this relationship too.

I understand that Vaggie's past as an exorcist gave her a very military flavored, screwed idea of self that lacked a lot of individuality - so it's not like her having not quite found herself as a person yet can't be reasoned within the narrative, but it also isn't ever actually used as a deliberate plotpoint.

I just feel like I barely know her as a character, and maybe if the show had more room to breathe for the plot and characters to develop more naturally, the momentary tension between them after the big twist reveal and their subsequent quick and imo much too easy reconciliation would've also actually impacted me more :')

Maybe in the future seasons this will change...

But as of now, I unfortunately still find them kind of uninteresting and am sad that they could have had so much more depth and substance than they currently do.

[louloulemons-posts]

weirdly specific I know but what about fem!goth!reader who's been best friends with eddie for years. he thinks he knows everything about her until one day he climbs through her window to hang (bc of course he does, he can't use a door like a normal person, even if her parents aren't home, where's the fun in that?) and finds her rocking out to taylor swift and it turns out shes a massive closet swiftie.

Weird But F-ing Beautiful

Modern!Eddie X Fem!Gothic!Reader

Summary : You were a metal head with a secret, you love Taylor Swift.

Word Count : 1k

(How I imagine Reader would defend Taylor)

Warnings : not proofread, 3am writing (again-pls someone save my sleep schedule), so many taylor references!, swears, petnames, cuteness, eddie and reader are just adorable honestly

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You and Eddie had known each other for years now, you’d say he was your best friend in the whole world.

The pair of you had a lot in common, you were both unusual and unique people. You bonded over that, along with your love of bands like Metallica and Black Sabbath.

You’d always liked darker things, loving halloween whilst most liked christmas. Horror movies and true crime documentaries brought you comfort.

Complaining about summer as your dark wardrobe made the heat cling to you, it was just the person you were. But you had a secret, one that even Eddie didn’t know of.

You absolutely loved Taylor Swift. You’d found yourself bopping along to one of her songs that was on the radio and were hooked, owing all of her albums and having them on regularly.

Enter Sandman to All of the Girls you Loved Before was quite the contrast, but you loved it.Walking down the halls to your locker, Lover was playing in your ears.

People who passed you wouldn’t think that, ripped tights, a skirt that went just above your knees, dark top with long flowing sleeves - bat wings Eddie liked to call them.

Fingers and neck decorated in mismatching jewels, huge boots, a corset around your waist and eye liner that took longer than you’d care to admit. Love Story didn’t really look like a song that’d be your favourite.

Arms wrapped around your waist, squeezing you softly. Pulling out an earbud you spoke, “Edward.”

“Hello Sweetheart.”

“What can I do for you?”

“Milkshakes?”

“You paying?”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Sipping on your strawberry shake you chuckled at Eddie, leaning over the table you wiped whipped cream off his nose. “Thank you,” he blushed.

“Don’t mention it Rockstar.”

“Sooo,” he said.

“Hm?”

“I may or may not have gotten two tickets to see one of the best bands of all time, and I was wondering if you’d like to come with?”

“Oh my god One Direction have reunited?” You laughed, “Shut up. Will you come with me?”

“I mean I guess I could free up some time for you,” you smirked, taking another sip of your shake.

“Cool.”

“Cool.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“Thank you for the milkshake.”

“Anytime Sweetheart, I’ll text you the details of the concert and stuff.”

“Please do. I’ll see you later,” Leaning over and kissing his cheek, cherry red stain being left on his skin.

Heading up to your room, neither of your parents were home yet. Throwing your bag down you put a record on, Taylor.

Humming to yourself as you undid your boots, you decided to start on some homework. Turning up the music and tuning everything out for a while.

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Stood in front of your mirror, you began wiping your makeup from your face, eventually singing along. “I remember when we broke up,” you sang softly, humming mainly.

Sliding off your rings and necklaces, your hair being pulled out of your face, comfortable for the night. God how did this woman make these songs so catchy? What was in them?

You couldn’t help yourself, “I used to think we were forever ever …” You put your books away, cleaning your desk, “We are never ever ever getting back together!”

Dancing around your room, you laughed as you spun around your room. These songs just made you so happy, “We are never ever ever ever getting back together!”

“Okay I get the message,” a voice laughed.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” you screamed.

“Wow chill it’s me.” Eddie.

Storming over to your record player you turned it down, Stay Stay Stay playing quietly in the background. “What the fuck are you doing here? How’d you get in?” you shouted.

“Window. Came to bring this back, wasn’t expecting a concert.”

“Oh fuck off Edward,” you huffed, taking a ring out of his hand. Turning away from him and putting it with your others.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I um didn’t know you liked this music.”

“Well I do, got an issue?”

“No. Just … do you actually like metal or was that just umm …”

“I like both okay? Sometimes I just want to feel like a happy, silly teenage girl. Her music helps me do that, or if I need to cry, or fall in love or anything really. I love metal, I didn’t lie!”

“Okay. I believe you. She’s cool.”

“You think?”

“Well you like her, so she must be.”

“Shut up,” you smiled.

“I’m serious. Teach me the way of Taylor Swift,” he grinned, dropping on your bed.

“Well thats 10 albums, and then there’s Taylor’s versions.”

“God you’re a proper little nerd.”

“Says the one who loves D&D,” you smacked him lightly.

“I’m not saying she’s bad! I like that one umm … Enchanted?”

“Yes! It’s her newest re-release, god I love that album and 1989s out soon as well.”

“Slow down babe, you’re losing me.”

“Sorry, so um Enchanted?” you asked, standing up, pulling the vinyl out of its case, replacing it on the record player. The song played softly. “It’s beautiful.”

“It is,” you smiled, turning back to Eddie. “Thank you for bringing my ring back, where was it?”

“My van, must have fallen off.”

“Or you stole it.”

“Me?” You nodded.

“Don’t think it’d fit Sweetheart.” The chorus played, and Eddie began to hum along, standing to be in front of you. “I like this other side of you.”

“Thought you’d make fun of me.”

“I’d never. I like all parts of you, this might be my new favourite, maybe we can see her concert.”

You snorted, “You willing to sell a couple organs?”

“For you, I do anything.” You smiled up at him softly, he nudged your nose with his.

“As Taylor said, I was Enchanted to meet you,” he smiled, leaning down to press his lips to yours.

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A/N : This was so fun to do! I just jammed out to Taylor the whole time and it was great. Thank you so much for this request I hope you enjoyed it 🤍

Thank you so much for reading! Please leave any requests 🤍

[streamat4am]

Writing prompt if you will, when ever you got time.

For t&t au Enid being possessive of Wednesdays time during the day. Hating the time spent away from her, hating the people surrounding Wednesday the usual. And maybe she takes care of that possessiveness during the night 🫣 by making sure that Wednesday knows that she’s hers and hers alone?

Also congrats on making the new blog 🎉 I can’t wait to see everyone’s ask/reactions!

I gotchu!

Tags: fluff but don't be fooled bc Enid is still a possessive freak, usual smut NSFW things, over stimulation. Slight ooc Wednesday etc

Think of this as when they're finally something in the au

No beta bc we die like Enid's morals in this au

-

Wednesday is beautiful, that's a fact.

Others would describe her as a lovely poison that they think they can handle. Most of the time, she is a prize they can never have.

Wednesday is intoxicating, so Enid understands why so many are attracted. It's hardly surprising with the amount of attention she grabbed with evacuating the students and slaying a pilgrim. Her lil hero, she teases and Wednesday will roll her eyes yet still relax in Enid's hold.

She's pliant like that.

Besides, Wednesday is gorgeous and anyone with two working eyes can see that.

Her dearly roomie is such a pretty lady when walking with Enid to class. Always so prim and proper with her uniform and back so straight. She's beauty, she's grace and she always makes the cutest of faces when Enid sneaks in a peck or two when it's the two of them.

The lovely dear never fails to freeze for a moment, like a rabbit caught by its ears and oh it tempts. Then Wednesday's eyes soften in a way that it makes Enid sheath her claws and she gets pulled into a peck of her own.

It never fails to be sweet, knowing that she has everything she ever needed in arms distance.

But sometimes, people don't know when to keep their hands to themself.

It wasn't exactly shouted to the world that they were a thing but Enid thought it was quite obvious. The jacket Wednesday wears is still soaked with her scent, the mark that showcases that she's Enid is still a raw red so what is she doing wrong?

Ah.

It clicks and the answer is so obvious it has her face palming.

They aren't werewolves so clearly they wouldn't know better. They can't see the way they're bonded either, not with the way the nevermore collar shielded it from sight.

It's standard procedure to stay clear of a recent mated pair. The relationship is too raw, studies say. Don't want to risk a feral werewolf doing something it might regret simply because a threat came walking in, others joke.

Except, no one knew that they were a mated pair. Werewolves mate with werewolves after all but there were rumors and people in nevermore knew better than to get in Enid's way.

But there were a few exceptions, one of them being Wednesday's childhood friend and transfer student for past two weeks; Joel.

Enid frankly stopped caring about him the moment her teeth sunk into that pretty skin. She forgot he even existed until he walked up to the table this morning actually.

He was practically a normie boy, what harm could he do? She thinks. Thinking back on it now, maybe she got a bit carried away with the way she treated him. Maybe he was in the same boat as Eugene?

Tyler was practically a normie boy too, it whispers. Didn't stop him from getting close to Wednesday, did it?

The image has Enid pausing.

She's better now, she cannot just go ahead and throttle a guy because he had too much resemblance to her mate's ex.

She isn't so insecure.

But then Enid turns to say hi, because she's a new person now and everything is better because she is the one with Wednesday not hi-

Joel is leaning too close.

Close enough that she has no choice but to be assaulted by the bitter taste of medicine and alchohol. So a noise builds up from her chest in retaliation.

A growl.

The two of them pause in their conversation and Enid? Shes aware that this is the loudest and most vocal she has ever been about Joel. Because Wednesday is her own person, she can have her own friends and Enid doesn't have the right to dictate that.

But that's not true is it? Wednesday is hers.

She gave herself that night.

Her mate bared her throat with the loviest of gasps escaping those lips and Enid knew very well what such actions meant.

Enid isnt a pup.

She doesn't throw her hands all willy nilly nor does she shout, instead she coughs and plays it off because she's supposed to be caring. Their relationship is too new, too raw and Wednesday enjoys her independence.

Enid doesn't want to think of what will happen if Wednesday thinks of her as a cage instead of a den.

Wednesday is gorgeous, Enid knows this. Wednesday is hers and Enid knows that too. Ofcourse other people will notice something they can't have, ofcourse they'll still try to reach over and take but this is why she is here.

She's there to make sure that they know who belongs to who.

Enid is there to remind Wednesday that even with all the people she dares let in to her life, her wolf will be right there no matter what.

Besides, they can bask in the image Wednesday puts out in the day because at night? When it's simply the two of them?

Enid smiles, curling her fingers inside the heat inbetween Wednesday's legs.

Only she can have this.

Her pretty thing gasps onto the pillow, her eyes drooping into something thats half awake and something else.

"Enid," Wednesday tries to speak but it's hard to talk when a palm grinds against her clit and those fingers sink deeper and deeper. Her darling has always been so sensitive and the wolf can't help a pleased sigh from leaving her lips when Wednesday grips at her wrist, those blunt nails digging onto her skin.

"Enid." it sounds like a warning or maybe she's begging, the line blurs when she sounds so intoxicating either way.

But Enid slows because her dear simply hints it so. Wednesday is warm in her hold, positively overheating and when she lays her head onto her sweet's shoulder from behind, Enid sees the way her dear tries to compose herself. It's adorable, the fact that she squeezes her eyes and thighs shut at the same time. Absolutely lovely to know that only Enid has seen those flushed cheeks and messed hair.

She did this, no one else.

Enid kisses at mating mark, it stopped bleeding long ago but she is tempted to open it once again, drunk on the memory on how Wednesday siezed in her hold. It seems like her beau remembers too because her grip turned lovely when the wolf noses at the wound, the choked noise that spills out of Wednesday's lips tempting Enid to simply sink her teeth in once again.

"finish what you started," she says, her voice cool as a cucumber but enid feels her hand tracing down to push the wolf's own deeper. "Or is this all you can give?"

Enid huffs, aware that she's being egged on as she nipped at the skin on Wednesday's neck. Her dear hums, pushing herself deeper into Enid's hold. Cute, but a part of her stings at the implication of not giving enough.

It's a reminder that despite being such a lovely exception, she's a mortal like the rest.

So like any good hunt, Enid slowly shifts what's hers into a better position. As always, her needy lovely whines when Enid pulls her hands away but after soft reassurances and promises, Wednesday watches with lidded eyes as she's nudged to lay on her back.

Enid places her hands on the band of Wednesday's pants and with one smooth motion, rips it in two.

Wednesday stares, not quite expecting that and before she knows it, she's pulled into a kiss that has her gasping when her wolf's fingers trace lower.

She's going to regret taunting her like that.

-

"Enid, Enid wait-" Wednesday sobs and gosh, she must be doing this on purpose because the way she says it has the wolf salivating. Her dear lies like a lovely doll without it's strings, shivering with hair sticking to her face. What was once such determined eyes were glazed over and oh? Is that a tear, she sees?

Enid smiles. She bent down, uncaring of the way that even the slight brush of her skin against Wednesday has the girl tensing as she ran her tongue over the salty tear.

Yes, this is the Wednesday no one else can see.

This is hers, unequivocally.

She is the first to leave her in this state and she will be the last.

"it's okay," Enid whispers and Wednesday couldn't help but arch into the wolf's soaked fingers, pressing her clit closer and the desperate action has Enid laughing. She really said wait and yet here she is, absolutely impatient.

"just let it out, 'Nes. " a strangled noise escapes Wednesday lips when Enid kisses at the newly bitten wound on her shoulder, running her tongue over left over blood.

"Enid-" Wednesday groans and she jerks her head away, baring more of her throat as the wolf kisses up to her jaw.

"Wednesday," Enid teases, sated yet still craving more as she pushes herself up to admire the sight below her.

It's the first time they've ever gotten this far, the first time Enid has ever seen Wednesday cry actually. If she keeps this up, Enid will get addicted to seeing those eyes wet with tears and nobody wants that.

Unless..?

"this is what you wanted right?" Enid wonders, unbothered by the way Wednesday tried to buck away because when she presses her hand harder against that slick heat, her dearest would grind onto it like some bitch in need in turn. "I need words dear," she coos, watching how Wednesday tries to breath and form words while jerking herself off at the same time.

Enid didnt even need to move a finger and the blond decides that Wednesday looks lovely like this. Desperate, clingy, Needy.

"mm," is the half ass attempt that sighs out of Wednesday's mouth and her hands tighten from it's spot on Enid's forearm.

Enid clicks her tongue, disappointed and begins to pull away.

The reaction is immediate and a whine pulls from her dear's lips when Enid slips her finger out.

"yes!" Wednesday gasps, doing her best to nod her head as she pulls herself into the wolf, her legs trembling. "I want more, Enid please-"

The wolf humms, tracing that lovely marked skin with her free hand. What was once pale clear skin was a canvas filled with blotches of red and more. It would ache for days, Enid made sure of it. Which meant that Wednesday wouldn't allow anyone other than her to be too close.

Good, she counted on that too.

Wednesday jerked at the touch, gasping at the way too light touches and squirming for more.

"like a fish out of water," Enid murmurs and immediately, her nails grew and dug into a thin pressure against that lovely skin. Wednesday threw her head back with a choked moan, coming on Enid's hand once again. She really should've kept count, but the way the bed beneath was absolutely soaked was enough of a counter in her mind.

Enid watches with a curiosity as her dear seemingly came into reality. Those hands that wished and clung for more was now pushing her away. Can you blame enid for pouting and palming that pussy? It was soaked, pulsing so fast that Enid knew that she could handle one more.

Wednesday squeaked, her eyes rolling to the back when Enid pressed her palm against that swollen clit.

"come now Wednesday, what's wrong?" Enid coos, dripping with fake sincerity as those eyes looked up at her. "do you want me to stop? Here I thought you wanted more, dearest. You were begging just a few moments before after all."

"No, I do, just-"

Enid kissed at the tears forming at the corners of Wednesday's eyes. Her roomie's fingers dug deeper into her arm yet they relaxed as Enid began peppering kisses all over her face.

"it's okay, weds. You've been doing so well for me," she murmurs because as much as Enid loves to play with her food, what matters is whether Wednesday had her fun too. "we can stop right now."

They stay like that for a moment, enough for wednesday to try and breathe.

"i," she starts before her hips began to roll against the hand still cupping her core. Her hands move from her arm to up Enid's chest and onto her shoulders. "one more?" Wednesday whispers against Enid's lips, her fingers tightening like she was trying to grab onto the railing that can keep her from crashing into the ocean.

The wolf huffs at that, making sure to bring Wednesday into a kiss that has Enid smiling as she pulled back her hand and brought it down with a muffled smack. The moan that's gasped into her mouth has Enid delighted.

Wednesday trembles and her hands stay digging onto Enid's shoulder when she slips her fingers in. Wednesday seemed better now, more lucid as her eyes drifted from looking at the obscene things Enid was doing to her to the sweat that lines her girlfriend's throat.

She was aiming to give a kiss on her neck, maybe a similar mark to what Enid gave her until she felt a rough palm grind against her clit as the embarrassing sign of what they've been doing grew louder.

Wednesday bit down, pulling Enid into her arms until they were chest to chest and her nails dug deep into her beloathed back.

Her clit was tingling with too much pleasure, and it was hot to the touch. How she wasn't crying more than she already was was a mystery to her.

Wednesday notes the way Enid tenses at her bite, letting out a pleased sigh before looking down at the way she takes her fingers.

Wednesday whined because well, it's embarrassing before reaching her end with a jerk of her hips. It's enough to snap Enid out of her trance. "Enid… Mmm, can't n'emore.. "

Enid pulls out, watching with fascination at the way her hand is absolutely soaked before using her other to rub circles along Wednesday's hip. The wolf licks her hand clean before smiling at the way Wednesday looked away, her skin still a lovely flushed red.

"you taste amazing, dear," Enid teases.

Wednesday made a sound. "pleaser," her rough voice says before relaxing into Enid's hold when the wolf grasps at her face and pulls her into a kiss.

"you did just as good, Wednesday," Enid assures and Wednesday sinks into her arms as the blond flipped them over. She can clean the sheets in the morning.

Now? She'll bask in Wednesday lying on her.

-

First time doing this so idk wtf am I doing so uhhhhh

Enjoy?

Might delete actually bc Jhdakwka I went way too overboard but do tell me your thoughts

[kit-williams]

Barn Anon. Hey Kit, so um.. about the Fluffuary thing, I know it's started by the time you see this. Butttttttt, the cuckoo bird thing? Yeah I'm making it sad. I'm going with the reason why Alpha Legion are cuckcoo birds being that they can't form bonds the way other Space Marines can. Why? Who knows! Jealousy and desperation is a scary combo though. I promise I'll send something happy to make up.

A sad mournful croon leaves his lips as he stares longingly at the happy space marine and his bonded human. Why? Why can't he have that special connection? What has he and his legion done? Or was it something their Primarchs did that resulted in this painful torment? To walk around knowing that any other space marine has the chance of finding their special human, loyalist or traitor, it didn't matter. But Alpha Legion was the exception it seems.

His legion were among the first few to find themselves in this strange ancient version of Terra. Yet... none of them has bonded.

He spares another glance at the bonded pair before slinking away in the darkness of night. That pair has been bonded for a few years, he won't be successful in trying to take the space marine's place, the human would most certainly pick up on the differences no matter what tricks or charms he pulls. No, he has to find a new pair, one that's still getting used to each other. He can slip in and maybe replace the original marine, he'll have what everyone in Alpha Legion wants, a human of his own.

As he walks away to spy on other Space Marine and humans pairs, he can't shake that voice in his head that tells him that no matter how many pairs he tries to insert himself in, he will never feel the fulfilment of having a true bond. He will never feel that overwhelming protectiveness and devotion for a human, the joy and pride that comes with a happy human. He might be able to fake a bond, but they would deteriorate with time, the human will one day realize what's going on and fear and hate him.

I see your angst and turn it into ??? (Also this horribly would make an amazing Yandere/non canon idea YES I AM BAD I KNOW)((what do you expect I write yandere/smut as my main enjoyment)

"Oh hey buddy there you are!" A voice calls out to him and he suddenly feels a human on him. They're distressed and looking at him pleadingly. He picks them up and starts to nuzzle them as she coos at him.

"Oh so you do have an Astarte." A male voice says and he can sense her distress spike.

"Yep and he's such a good boy staying in the area until I was done with my date. Aren't you?" She says looking at him and he's a smart alpha legionary to know that this human was coming to him for help. He held onto this human tighter looking down at the male as he nuzzled and played into being a good boy.

This might be his ticket! Why try to usurp a bond when one came literally running over to him? The Alpha legion didn't know why they didn't form bonds some of them were fine with it but others... like himself were jealous over the fact that they couldn't.

"Well how about we-"

"Nope I've got to go home he's been waiting for me and is quite clingy. I'll uhh call you later." She says to the male as she looks to him, "Sorry for making you wait big guy." He turns to walk away as he can see her eyes darting back to the guy as she lets out a huge relieved sigh. "Oh my God thank you so much... you might have saved my life."

He crooned softly in gothic as he just told her how he was going to be her Astartes now. He would make this bond work... he could already feel it in a sense. He was already protective over her and ready to be devoted... he would fake it till he made it! He was an Alpha Legionary after all... that was their specialty.

[astral-mariner]

vegeta/raditz headcanons

I'm actually surprised this pairing isn't more popular! I feel like once people really think about it, there's a lot of appeal, and there's plenty of places even in canon to imagine a relationship more complex than mere comrades. Feelings/headcanons dump on why:

Vegeta and Raditz are, to their knowledge, the last two young people left alive of their species. Sure, Vegeta might look down on Raditz for being low-class and considerably weaker than him, but as much as Vegeta might deny it, they share a history, a culture, and a bond (re: trauma bond).

They traveled and fought together before the destruction of their planet. Makes you wonder how Raditz ended up fighting alongside Vegeta. Lots of interesting speculations available here. (In the V/R story I'm writing, for example, Raditz reveals that he won a tournament to become Vegeta's fighting partner---even besting several elite saiyans of similar ages.) Makes you wonder, too, if Raditz fighting with Vegeta instead of another noble was something unheard of or scandalous.

And while we all know saiyans and humans aren't quite the same, I don't think it's a stretch to imagine they experience emotions like love/affection, loneliness, and grief in some similar ways. Even if these emotions are labeled "soft" or "weak" by their culture. (Here, too, I don't imagine their culture is a monolith: Vegeta, for example, probably faces more pressure to be "cold-hearted" or free of attachment than Raditz does because of his role and figurehead status.) So we end up with three saiyans, all of whom face varying degrees of pressure to move past the loss of their home and people, who must nevertheless find some kind of solace in each other in order to carry on. Meaning and purpose are definitely more elusive when Freeza controls every aspect of your life. When the people and culture that gave context to what matters to you are simply...gone. No more than memories.

The saiyans certainly put on a front of strength and invulnerability. Vegeta more than any of them. He doesn't care that his home is gone. He doesn't care that he'll never see his parents again. It makes sense that he has to tell himself that in a lot of ways: he's constantly facing new and unrelenting horrors under Freeza, both that he inflicts and that are inflicted upon him. If he stopped to grieve or acknowledge the wrongs being done, he wouldn't be able to pick himself back up and keep going. Forcing himself not to care is a defense mechanism.

But even then, there are moments of weakness. He punishes Raditz and Nappa when the immense burden of loss becomes too much for them to bear. When the purging assignments remind them all too much of how their own people were destroyed. And yet...the reason Vegeta punishes them so severely is because he sees those same vulnerabilities in himself. He needs to suppress and smother them. Violently.

Raditz doesn't blame Vegeta for the abuse he deals out as much as he could. As far as he (Raditz) understands, Vegeta has to be the way that he is in order to be as strong as possible and make at least something right after all that's happened. Nevertheless, he senses that, deep down, Vegeta struggles with loss and isolation as much as they all do. Even if no one ever acknowledges it outright.

Despite all the bullshit and unhealthy coping mechanisms, it's no great leap to imagine Vegeta and Raditz having their moments in spite of them. Vegeta might still regard Raditz as lesser; Raditz might still find Vegeta awful and insufferable. Yet Raditz admires Vegeta for his strength and determination; he hopes Vegeta really can live up to the legends to which they all cling in the absence of all else.

Meanwhile, Vegeta sees in Raditz someone who, in some ways, has more freedom than he does. Freedom to express the feelings he himself must stifle. Raditz will never be the Super Saiyan of legend. There will be no great consequence if he admits he misses his mother---just a little embarrassment and maybe some dishonor. And Vegeta longs for those things as much as he tells himself he hates them. To be able to let loose and lay down the burden of his rank.

Though as we know from canon, Vegeta seemed unmoved by Raditz's death. Even said he and Nappa were better off without him. This tells us a lot about their dynamic, but there's lots of room for speculation here too. Things must've always been fraught between them. Vegeta's pride and resentment got in the way. (And you can imagine that there was fear involved too: just as Vegeta had lost everything, he could lose Raditz and Nappa at any time; there would only be more pain if he let himself become attached.) Perhaps there were some truly awful fights between them. Perhaps they had a sort of love/hate relationship with each other. Two young people, the last of their kind---yet cultural, personal, and circumstantial obstacles drive them apart and prevent them from having any kind of loving, uncomplicated partnership.

Even then, though, there's still a certain inevitability to it. Vegeta can tell himself over and over he needs no one and wants nothing but power, but it doesn't make it true. He's still a young man like any other young man. He can't survive completely on his own as much as he wants to, and when Freeza has worn him down, and Raditz is there offering just the littlest touch of companionship, it shakes his defenses in a way more pain and trauma never could. (The same thing happens again with Bulma after he returns to Earth, but to an even greater degree.)

Anyway, this ship has a ton of potential! Angst, drama, trauma-bonding, love/hate, intensity---all things you can get out of it. And still quite plausible in canon. I'd love to see more art and fics exploring the possibilities! I'll definitely share some. I particularly enjoy the dark, angsty side of those possibilities myself... Stay tuned for more ramblings :)

[a-gal-with-taste]

Stolen In a Night (Oneshot)

Summary: "It's okay to laugh - it's a little funny." Making a sound that's not quite a scoff, and not quite a laugh, the Kingpin settles back further into his couch seat, and tilts his head just enough that the lights behind the window makes his eyes gleam as he stares up at you. "It's really not. At least, I don't find anything funny about soulmates."

Having long since convinced yourself that the very last thing the Eye of Zaun would have ever wanted was a nobody, a dime-a-dozen, lowlife thief for a soulmate... he surprises you, and you steal something far more precious from him.

Warnings: SFW. Soulmate AU (names/temprature), first-meets, insecurities, thief!Reader, beginning of romance, pining, mutual-possessiveness, some fluff/angst, hurt/comfort, humor, just a long convo between two people also I wrote this back in April/May and forgot it existed until 2 AM this morning, lmao

(Inspired by @chickenparm Jaded)

“... I’m guessing the door’s locked?”

There’s a light hum that immediately puts you on edge, more so than you already are. The two points of burning-red - one from the tip of the cigar in his fingers, the other the infamous Eye itself - shift from where they had both been fixated directly at your attention. You take the moment of reprieve to sag back against the window, fingers once more flexing on the latch you already know is shut, locked, and he takes a slow inhale that leaves the red-point of his cigar flaring.

Once the mouthful of smoke plumes from his mouth, does he speak. It’s not an answer to the question you asked, but a confirmation of another sort, that makes a deep pit of dread fill in the place of panic inside your heart, “You’re my soulmate.”

It’s not a question, and he doesn’t look impressed. By the statement he correctly makes, or the audible way you attempt to jiggle the window latch again - you’re unsure which it could be, or if it’s perhaps both.

You wouldn’t be surprised. You doubt the reigning kingpin of Zaun is pleased to find out his other-half happens to be a thief attempting to rob his establishment, more specifically, his office .

Speaking of which.

“You knew I was coming.” Again, it’s not a question.

“Your associates are not very  subtle  with their attempts to blend in. They left more than enough smears behind in their attempts at espionage, or  whatever they were attempting, to follow a trail.” He rolls a wrist freely in time with his unimpressed eye roll, and you bite the inside of your cheek. The idea of going around, sussing out the job location via smooth talk and conversation-prying, was a bad idea from the start that you vehemently disagreed with.

Naturally, your great reluctance earned-you the 'honor' of being the one to sneak upstairs to the main prize of the job. And the one place you didn't want to be, considering the name currently burning like magma beneath your wrist, matched the name of the owner of this office.

It’s a fire that’s spreading throughout your body, setting every nerve alight and warming your very bones with a heat that is as innate as it is unnatural, at least from your experience.

Soulmates aren't necessarily uncommon, but rare-enough for you to scoff at the idea of such a bond; almost magnetizing, opposing yet equal beings coming together in a perfect balance. The name on your arm, one you’ve kept hidden for years, burns with the pure need for the man that sits at the couch... and in contrast, you can see the slightest tremor at the end of the cigar-point.

Nearly a shiver - and despite scoffing at such dramatics that a rather theatrical God has decided to bestow upon soul-pairs - you take this as proof that as much as you burn with the need for him, there’s a definitive lack of warmth that can only be revived from your presence, specifically, your touch.

Made more-extreme by the shortened proximity between you, you had hoped the rising-temperature within your body had simply been a byproduct of nerves and the shot-of-courage you had taken before hauling yourself up to the second-story window. 

Or at the very least, if he was here, the telling sign of your body flaring up with heat was only because he was downstairs, and not literally in the room you were slipping into, pressing the window mutely-shut behind you as you scanned the darkened room for what valuable to grab first...

Of course, your hopes evaporated when the name on your became a living-source of fire, and a frantic push on an unmoving window, killed any remaining wish to keep you and your soulmate separated.

Destiny, it seemed, was a cold-hearted bitch. Potentially as cold as Silco was feeling, if the tremors going through his body seemed to be any indication. 

Both of you knew it would continue to grow stronger while being so-near, ceasing only upon first-physical contact with your other - but neither of you closed the gap. You, for far more obvious reasons, but Silco’s were largely left up to interpretation, until he continued with a cool-tone, “The trail they left behind was muddled. They do not seem as if they are the wisest at planning.”

“They get the job done.” Your attempt at a defense was weak, and Silco was already waving a hand dismissively before you even finished the quiet, unconfident sentence.

“Regardless of their skills, or lack thereof, they gave enough of a trail that led me to the mention, the briefest passing of  your  name.” A beat, then, balancing the tip of his cigar through a small chip between his two front teeth, the Eye of Zaun reaches to hook a finger on a gold-embroidered cuff.

For a moment, you wonder if maybe it could all be a mistake. Maybe another’s name, similar but not your own, lies on his skin. You might even hope for it...

But then Silco pulls his sleeve up, just a little past a muscle-lined forearm, and presents his wrist towards you. It’s adorned, in a perfect imitation of your own scrawl, with your name and you can only sigh in quiet, heavy acceptance, before Silco plucks the cigar from his mouth with a now-free hand. “That’s you, I believe?”

You stare at it, and blink once in hopes that it’ll change before your eyes. It doesn’t. “Yes.”

“Wonderful. Now would you care to explain to me, why it never occurred to you to come to me when my name appeared on your own wrist.”

Perhaps there’s some sort of byproduct of divine-driven companionship which makes one incapable of lying, because the only thing you say in his response to his calm, firm demand for answers is, “Well... you’re my soulmate.”

Even the smoke itself seems to still be at your words.

More specifically, the fact that you said them in a negative connotation - a bit flat, and almost an accusation.

Silco exhales a moment too-long later, and thin, gray tendrils pool from his nostrils before long fingers reach up, capturing the length of the half-finished smoke. They're trembling, while his voice remains steady, “And what, exactly does that mean?”

...Was he serious?

“It... You're  Silco . Eye of Zaun, Ruler of the Undercity, Chem-King of Shimmer-"

"I am  well-aware of who I am. Just as I've learned who you are." For a moment, it's as if the roles are reversed. Despite a shiver-trembling body, Silco leans back and fixes you with a heated glare of annoyance that would put you on the verge of sweating, if the name on your wrist wasn't halfway there... Then Silco says your name, slowly, thoughtfully, and in a way that suggests he's been memorizing it for a long, long time now. 

"Common-thief, born of the Sumps. Biggest hit was a thrift-shop bordering the Promenade, and the entirety of a thriving food stall in your teenage years - the largest-factor for such a feat would be  starvation, if I were to hazard a guess..." 

"Well, that's not a exactly rare thing down in the Slums, y'know-"

"I'm also learning quickly you have a knack for  sarcasm," He adds flatly. "You, wisely, avoid altercations, be it petty-disputes or gang-related. Stick to the shadows, rarely boast about your efforts, and never attempt to take more than what could last you a week." Pausing, Silco raises the heel to grind the half-finished cigar into the heel of his boot, perhaps with a bit more viciousness than necessary... "You could disappear, and the loss would amount to nothing."

Harsh, but he was right. And it wasn't like you didn't know this - few born in the Sumps got out of them, the highest aspiration one could hope-for from such miserable-beginnings would be some second-hand worker at some miscellaneous stall along the Lanes, or muscle for unsavory back-alley operations. Not exactly jobs suited for you, and you weren’t born with a sense of ambition in the first place.

Living day-by-day wasn’t a rarity - in fact, it was a commonly accepted way of life in the Underground, so you couldn’t understand the fuming glare in the mismatched eyes of your apparent soulmate... except, for the one reason you had convinced yourself of, from the moment your wrist had burned in the five-letters of his name, on why Silco would be so furious on having you.

“Trust me, I’m not banking on any rags-to-riches from you,” You said, scoffing, but that glint in his eyes only grows, and hardens. “ I get it, okay? Lowest of the low, with the man-on-top, a Baron stuck with a sump scraper for a soulmate... I’m not one for public image, but even I know it wouldn’t make a pretty picture.”

“Do you really think I would deny you, based on potential rumors that would circulate?” 

You laugh. Half out of hysteria at a job gone horribly-wrong, and at the fact that this man has the gall to look  offended  at the thought, when he had to have been thinking the exact same thing. It’s ridiculous to think Silco didn’t think this through, because even on the streets, everyone  knew  the Eye of Zaun had the mind of a man possessed, and gifted with the ability of controlling. Controlling all aspects of Zaun, the untamable of all cities in Runeterra, and having complete control over his own life as well.

You had lived the first few weeks post-soulmarking in grim anticipation. Waiting for the inevitable, be it in the form of a quiet collection in the night, or an even quieter disposal of an unwanted weakness to the Eye of Zaun, that no one, particularly him, would miss. 

Just as he said. You could disappear, and the loss would amount to  nothing , and you had known for a long time that in Silco’s eyes, you had to have amounted to just as much.

It didn’t matter if the nightly, daily loneliness got so bad that it physically  ached  . It didn’t matter if there was a desperate flame inside of you, burning with the need, the  requirement  of a soul-linked touch to cool that fire inside.

It didn’t matter if, from even as a small child with nothing to their name, scared, angry and dreadfully  alone , to the moment right now, that you wanted your soulmate more than anything in the world.

It didn’t matter if you needed him.

What mattered, is that you knew he didn’t need you. Not as a liability, a weakness, after today  certainly  not an attempted-thief, and most definitely not as a soulmate. It was easier to laugh at the absurdity of it all, than to give into that crushing burning within your chest.

"It's okay to laugh - it's a little funny." Making a sound that's not quite a scoff, and not quite a laugh, Silco settles back further into his couch seat, and tilts his head just enough that the lights behind the window makes his eyes gleam as he stares up at you. "It's really not. At least, I don't find anything funny about soulmates."

“Well... i’m sure you expected something a little less ridiculous,” You said after a swallow, sobering back up quickly when you recalled who this was, again. “But, regardless. I know better than to expect anything, and I'm certainly not looking for anything, not from you.” Plans for Bilgewater had always been your backpocket escape-route if you became any-less of an unknown. All you needed was one more score - a  solo  one, not one that put you less than five feet away from the very Eye you were trying to avoid. “I can manage. I can survive without you. It doesn’t matter to you, but if there’s any consolation, you can live with knowing I'll be fine.”

Your soulmate is silent for a very, very long moment. “...Is that what you want?” There’s a tense muscle in his jawline, the angle twitching lightly as he struggles not to grind his teeth. “You want to be without a soulmate in your life, is that what you’re telling me?”

You open your mouth to confirm, to make it clear and  abundantly  so... and find words left stuck on your tongue. The yes Silco is looking for goes unsaid, and the pause lasts too long for any form of agreement, verbal or otherwise to hold any actual weight now.

Silco’s eye narrows, and despite the visible chill in his body, his eye  blazes .

“Fuck, I mean, yes -”

“You’re a dreadful liar.”

“No, I... I just-”

Silco braces an arm on the couch-arm, and makes to stand up. You press closer to the window, in which the cool green glass does amazing for your burning body, but very little for your racing heart. If he had any scathing remarks in regards to your immediate fight, mostly flight response, Silco says nothing of it. 

In fact, he says nothing at all. All the Eye of Zaun does, is shift his body over to the side of the couch, propping an elbow onto the rest, and hand gesturing vaguely to the open space beside him.

An invitation that you do not take. Even though there’s more than enough space to hold you both, with a good foot in-between... and even if it looks very, very comfortable. Surely more expensive than any surface you’ve slept on, let alone sat at...

“Don’t hurt yourself by overthinking. You can walk out to join your little team, or you can sit. It’s hardly a decision worth earning a headache over.”

A moment passes, and you swear the short breath he lets out comes in a cold little cloud, when you push off of the window and step over. 

Silco makes no reach for you, even as you all but collapse in barely-restrained pants at the pure  magma  that flows through your veins, and the shivers tremor through his entire muscle system as the space between you goes from feet, to mere inches. But still, he doesn’t reach out to you, and you make no moves to him. Curling up opposite of him, you bring your knees to your chest and hug them tight, never once looking away from him.

Like all things, he mirrors you just the same. Eyes scanning over you - he’s already memorized you, but from what you can tell, Silco seems to look at you now without the intent of cataloging, committing every detail, contour and angle to memory. He looks at you like... he likes to, and wants to look at his soulmate.

There’s a minute shift on his lips, as if he realizes that your reasons for staring are no different than his own. But otherwise, Silco’s expression and voice remain cool, “I fear as though several... misconceptions have been allowed to fester. Many branching from certain assumptions I sense you’ve concocted-”

“With good reason, believe it or not. I know who you are,”

“And so you know everything about me, then?”

“Like you know all about me?” 

The challenge goes unanswered except from a prolonged eye roll, perhaps because Silco knew if he indulged in it, the two of you would be circling for hours. Whatever he wanted, however he wanted it to end, it was clear you had few options in it, just as it was clear Silco wanted it over and done with before he froze to death from the inside-out, “I don’t. Admittedly, and unfortunately, I don't, and it seems like you don’t want me to...”

“Because... you’re you .” He raises a brow, again seeking clarification, and you tighten your arms around yourself, to the point that nails bite through your jeans. “I... you don’t  want  me, you could have anyone. Anything, really, and you got stuck with someone who has had to fight and claw for every scrap in their life,” You turn to glare over the top of your knees as you hear a faint scoff escape him, reaching up to wipe across your sweating brow with a scowl. “Let’s not kid ourselves here and say you actually want me. You literally have a million other options, and I'm... just a Sumper. A nobody. I’m a thief, and while you have the world, I can only take what’s in my reach.”

“...You’re correct,” He says after a slow moment, and you close your eyes, trying to convince yourself that the twisting inside your chest is a form of  relief  . “I have a million options. And I only have one soulmate, one  other-half, as it were... Perhaps we’re more alike than you think. I have many options, yet I only want to take what’s in my reach.”

The repeat of your own words - and the implication, too hopeful for you to ignore - causes you to turn toward him, just in time to see his hand halt mid-air. It’s hovering, the closest point of contact you have ever had with your soulmate... And indeed, you can’t tell if the sight causes your throat to parch, or if it’s the divine ‘gift’ of fire burning though your very soul. 

He makes no other reach for you - again, it’s an invitation you can take or leave. And there’s no imploring in his gaze, no other emotion that’s an attempt to sway you.

Just a hand, held out to you so openly, and so readily... that for a moment, you wonder if he’s been waiting just as long as you. Just as lonely as you. It was already clear that he was a man half-frozen without you, but did he burn just as much for his other half?

When you shift, just enough, and see a flash of pure  need  cross his gaze when you move just one increment closer, you start to think the answer is  yes, he has.

The thought makes you move even closer, and also speak even more freely, “I don’t... I’m not looking for anything you can’t give-”

“You’ll find I'm only looking for one thing. You can give it freely, or you can leave,” His fingers twitch - the one tell that Silco will allow, the one physical act that shows it’s taking every ounce of his self-control to allow this to be your decision. Whatever you decide, he was willing to honor it, despite his own, long-held desires. “I’m admittedly a selfish man, and I think you’ve well proven you’re much the same. But know that there’s no others, none I have had, and none that I have ever wanted, other than you.”

“Then... why didn’t you? If you wanted me so much, why didn’t you come for me?”

“I’m as much Zaunite as you,” He says, raising a brow at your surprised blink. “I know just as well how a thief takes to the shadows, and how long one can survive there. The moment I had your name, I knew how far-simpler, sooner it would be to let you find your own way.”

“Like you hoped?”

“Like I wished. But... Ultimately, the choice is yours.”

Your hesitance was clear, enough to stop his hand in place. It truly felt like you were burning alive, the very flames flickering within your very bones, and you swear that his jaw tightened, not in annoyance of your continued search of assurance, but to keep his teeth from chattering at the glacial-temperature he no doubt felt in his veins. 

Still, despite fire and ice threatening to engulf you and him respectfully, you glance at Silco's hand and manage to croak out, "And... you mean it? You won't....” You can’t bring yourself to ask, that tiny, lingering speck of doubt inside you is still loud enough that you fear it could consume you, if Silco so much as hesitates at your questions:

You want me?

You’ll keep me?

You won’t leave me?

The hand doesn't waver from where it's aloft in the space near your face. And his expression, patient and closed, save for that yearning, gleaming in his eye, remains the same as well... the only thing new is the small smile that quirks onto Silco's lips. Truly a small, quiet thing, but honest; just like his words are, that fill you with a warmth that doesn't burn like that of your mark, but radiates.

"Darling, I am never letting you go."

And when he closes the distance, two absolutely heavenly cold-palms cupping up your face and bringing relief upon relief to your entire being and soul, you can’t help the laugh that escapes you as, for the first time since entering, your body isn’t reaching damn-near melting points, being so close to what you burn with desire for...

You broke in here with the intent of spiriting away with riches. Golds or documents, coin or other priceless items to make off with a weeks-pay.

You don’t know, quite yet, what you got instead by breaking.

All you know, is that you aren’t spiriting away with riches, but as the gap closes, and the fire inside you meets with his ice, you realize that you’ve stolen something far-precious from Silco, and you know you share his sentiment, now that he has you, and you, him:

You’re never letting him go.

[yanderes-galore]

Hi I really liked your generic Ruby concept that you did a while ago so I was wondering if you could do the same but for sapphire’s if it isn’t a bother thank you (also sorry if I’ve requested this before I have the memory of a goldfish 🥲)

I can give my thoughts, sure! Just a warning though... I'm rusty on Steven Universe content.

General Ruby Concept Here

Yandere! Generic Sapphire(s) Concept

(FT. Ruby Guards)

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Stalking, Manipulation, She uses her Rubies against you, Dubious/Forced companionship/relationship.

Sapphires are different from Rubies, obviously (In Steven Universe).

Sapphires are an entirely different caste, often used to predict the future for other Gems.

While Rubies are soldiers, Sapphires are aristocratic.

They are important and rare Gems and aren't typically seen in groups.

Rubies are naturally found in groups due to their fusion abilities as soldiers.

Sapphires are usually singular, so you'd most likely have one Sapphire as a yandere... which is easier.

Sapphires probably aren't too bad as yanderes.

They aren't physically strong without fusion, but they do have future vision and ice powers.

You could meet your yandere in the same way as your Ruby(s).

You're a Homeworld gem... you're a human and found her... or you met her in Little Homeworld.

I personally like the idea of you finding a Sapphire who came to Earth and befriending her.

Sapphires are usually seen with Ruby Guards, perhaps she was separated from her guards and you found her?

Either way, I imagine your Sapphire is curious and very patient.

She originally is hesitant to communicate with you, but as you get to know her she's floating by your side.

The ice powers and future vision no doubt come in handy.

Imagine when your Sapphire gets attached she attempts to use her future vision to predict how your bond will go.

However, with future vision I imagine Sapphires would be more lucid.

They know better than any other Gem the toxicity of their attraction... allowing them to predict how to make it better or when to back off.

As a result, an attached Sapphire is aware of what their obsession could cause.

Or at the very least... somewhat aware.

Another cool thing to add is a Sapphire can alert other Gems to their own obsession.

For the most part your Sapphire would use such an ability to keep you safe from danger and predict how to win you over.

Honestly, alone Sapphires aren't much of a problem.

However, imagine if your Sapphire had Ruby Guards.

Perhaps you promised to help her find her guards?

You could be a human or Gem, eventually your Sapphire feels comfortable around you.

She feels a strong connection with you... although due to being a Gem she isn't quite sure what it is yet.

(Especially if you're human/a Gem from Earth and she's from Homeworld)

By the time you do manage to locate her guards, she's a bit too attached.

Her Rubies originally treat you with hostility, after all they've been lost here for what seems like weeks.

If they aren't her guards, they're at least old friends.

Yet your Sapphire reassures them that you're no threat... leading to the Rubies to calm a bit.

Your Sapphire even says you helped her... she considers you an ally and friend!

However... I feel a yandere Sapphire comes with an issue despite how tame they'd be.

Their guards will do anything to keep their assignment happy... leading to you dealing with Rubies ANYWAYS.

Your Sapphire tries to reassure you when you notice Rubies following you around.

They're protecting the both of you!

The main yandere is still your Sapphire, she's the one who has a bond with you after all.

It's just that she has guards now enabling her.

She says it's all for your protection, that she's trying to make you happy.

If you tried to separate yourself from your Sapphire, she could send her Rubies after you or freeze you.

She hates the idea of harming you, but she's doing anything she can to chase a future in which you're both happy.

The good thing is, sometimes she leaves you to have your space.

She's lucid enough to give you your space.

Sapphire would most likely learn affectionate gestures from you.

Remember, affection isn't common in Gem culture.

Unlike Rubies, she isn't fully for the idea of fusing if you can't.

But she does know how to learn hugs, kisses, cuddling, etc....

She just hopes it'll be able to make you both happy.

She still believes the perfect future for the both of you is one where you're both happy...

The issue is... what actions will bring you both to that point... and will it hurt?

[aikoiya]

DP HC - Nocturn (My Style)

Nocturn is a dirty shipper & everyone needs to know about it.

He was the ghost equivalent of aroace, or was it demi? There were so many blasted sexualities these days, he couldn't keep track of them all. Regardless, he didn't feel romantic or sexual attraction to anyone besides a single individual.

Well, he didn't have sexual urges, period. The act has never really made him uncomfortable, he just doesn't naturally crave it the way others do. Closeness & physical affection? Absolutely! He l♡ves it! Sex? It's just not something he craves or goes out of his way to pursue unless he's feeling particularly clingy & affectionate as he very much enjoys the closeness involved in the act.

He does find it both physically pleasurable & enjoyable, as well as interesting as a form of social/interpersonal bonding between romantic partners, though. He also feels it's his responsibility to satisfy his wife's urges, so he's never really objected to the act.

As a result of his lack of desire for sexual gratification, his kinks are generally pretty vanilla. Mostly revolving around praise & taking care of his partner. Just physical affection. As an aside, he turns out to be a switch & fits naturally into the role of Service Top. He is always willing to indulge his love in her own kinks, though. So long as they aren't disgusting or unsanitary, he's willing to try just about anything. Thankfully, she really doesn't.

Yet, paradoxically, he's also a deeply romantic soul who loved romance stories & novels.

Finds the interpersonal relationships of others interesting regardless of whether they be romantic, filial, philial, or platonic & is a filthy gossip.

He enjoys giving people dreams that reveal to them things that they might not have entirely known about themselves, especially in accordance with their relationships to other people.

Romance, of course, being his favorite.

He was also known in the Infinite Realms for being a bit of a matchmaker. It didn't always work out, but he did have a higher success rate than quite a few. Though, not anywhere near as high as ghosts whose actual Obsessions were with matchmaking, but that made perfect sense.

It was just a hobby of his after all & his lack of interest in such things for himself beyond the only one he'd ever had (& ever cared to have) did sometimes cause him to miss certain things as it meant that he didn't always fully understand certain aspects of such relationships.

He was only as good as he was through trial, error, & extensive observation. He imagines that if he had such inclinations, then he'd likely have better success, but considering everything, he'd like to think that he does pretty well even if he said so himself.

While he made it seem like he overtook Amity for malicious reasons, in reality, he was just being a dirty shipper again. Though, he could've accomplished his goal by simply sprinkling the 2 in question with his sleep sand & left with them none-the-wiser, he figured that he could also have a bit of fun while he was at it.

It was occasionally exciting to play the part of the villain. ♡

He typically doesn't control the actual contents of the dreams he gives beyond little nudges & a general point in the desired direction. For example, when he concentrates on nightmares, they have nightmares. He enforces sweet dreams, they get sweet dreams. He wishes for... well... wet dreams, then so be it. So, it goes for sweet romantic dreams as well.

Most things beyond that were formed by their own psyche.

Giving soulmates romantic dreams was especially easy, the ghost boy & his gothic friend even more so. The reason being that the pair actually had a dormant psychic connection that they likely didn't realize, meaning they had probably been together in several lifetimes before their current one. Because of this, all he had to do was sprinkle them both, conjure sweet romanticism, then bring that preexisting psychic link they had to the surface.

This resulted in their subconsciouses working together to create a single romantic scene that they both deeply wished for & shared.

It was one of his favorite sorts of dreams; a mutually agreed upon one. ♡

Not that he couldn't control every single nuance of a dream if he wanted to. He just chooses to save that sort of thing for extremely important dreams such as prophetic ones. If someone needed to know the future, but weren't specifically psychic themselves, then Clockwork informed him & he would give Nocturn the exact description of what needed to be seen. These sorts of dreams took an above average amount of energy out of Nocturn.

The pair tended to work together rather well. Then again, Clockwork was his great grandfather afterall.

Hmm... he hadn't thought about his life as Hypnos in quite a long time, let alone Clockwork's life as Chronos Aeon. Maybe he should visit his twin sometime? Thanatos could get lonely at times.

See, Nocturn wasn't actually dead. Nor was he a true ghost. Rather, he was merely sleeping & astral projecting himself. When awake, which was rarely, his wife, Pasithea, & his kids, Morpheus, Phobetor, & Phantasos, were all he needed.

He & Pasithea didn't have the most traditional relationship as a result of his only having experienced attraction upon getting to know her, specifically. Because of this, he'd been rather the fish out of water when courting her.

His Darling Daydream had been so wonderful, though. Very patient with his bumbling, trying to immitate the grand stories he knew rather than letting things happen organically! ♡

It was actually their love of romance that they first bonded over.

Young love was grand, wasn't it? ♡♡

Anyway, in reality, he didn't actually need those helmets to put people to sleep nor even to keep them that way. It was just an easy macguffin for the little Phantom to latch onto & overcome in order to save the day.

He was delighted to hear that the Tutelary Psychopomp had gotten together with the little Gothic Dryad in the end. ♡

I also like @thesoulspulse's idea where they said that "Nocturne uses threads from the Tapestry of Fate to weave hints of someone’s past or future into their dreams while Clockwork monitors the timeline directly & sees more possible outcomes based on a person’s choices. Sadly, Nocturne’s method while effective isn’t perfect since he can’t see the full picture ironically, but that doesn’t stop him from trying to do what he can."

They also said, "So this Nocturne has the power to read the threads that make up the Tapestry of Fate and weave them into the dreams of others with the help of his Dream Weavers (aka my replacement for Sleepwalkers) and the 3 Fates themselves. These threads can show him fragments of someones past or possible future which is why he uses his powers to indirectly guide them and help point them in the right direction or warn them of incoming dangers."

And, "Only Clockwork can see the full picture though which means Nocturne often has to ask for his council in more serious matters the threads have shown him since its pretty easy for him to misinterpret the dreams woven from them. After all, Nocturne is the Master of Dreams, not Time. And yet both of them have important roles to play in the grand scheme of things."

It works well with my idea of him. It also sort of ties into the idea that he might be Hypnos.

For more, go to my full Ghost Zone Masterlist.

[zestyderg]

GOOD GOD ITS THE MONSTER HUNTER AU PART 1

I have too many aus someone please stop me. Also this is mostly word vomit so beware.

ANYWAYS...

(Do note that humans have gone extinct a little while ago in this au and thus won't be here to cause problems. Everything is just monster drama.)

Alright so first off, Dina!

She's an itt-bitty seregios chick! Because she's just a bab her scales aren't the brilliant gold and red the adults are known for yet. Her crest is also still quite small. She's been orphaned. She, her mother, and siblings were attacked by an elder dragon. It devoured her whole family and while she managed to escape, the beast permanently scarred her. Now Dina is all alone, but she isn't giving up and she's dedicated herself to exploring this world full of wyverns, and soon she discovers that she doesn't have to go it alone.

Soon she meets Todd the qurupeco! Well, she finds him pinned by several jaggi in the Sandy Plains and decides to rush in and save him. Together they drive off the jaggi and they introduce themselves to one another. As Dina finds out, Todd is also an orphan, and that a giant scary monster he had never seen before ate his parents too. They bond over this and Dina asks if Todd wants to join her on her travels. Todd, anxious but up for some adventure, agrees, and together they embark on their little journey, and for a while it's just the two of them running around and exploring as much as they can. Todd teaches Dina how to fish, Dina attempts to teach Todd how to puff himself up to look intimidating, and they both sulk over their inability to fly well yet (they can manage short bursts of flight but that's about it). One day they pick up another member of their little group: Pauleen!

Pauleen is a baby pink rathian. She's got splendid colors despite being quite young, and was the only surviving chick of a powerful pink and azure rath pair. Her other siblings had simply been too weak and thus when they died Pauleen got all the attention of her parents. As a result Pauleen starts off as rather bratty. But her parents disappear one day and Pauleen leaves the nest once she realizes they aren't coming back. She runs into Dina and Todd and after hesitantly introducing herself, the three become fast friends, and with nowhere else to go, the little rathain tags along with the odd pair. Having each other was the best thing that could have happened to the kids. Three pairs of eyes to make sure no one gets snatched by other monsters, one wyvern with a vice like grip and serrated scales (though they're only effective against smaller monsters), one who can spew corrosive bile, has flints for thumbs, and can mimic other monsters when needed, and one who is venomous and learning to spew fire. Aside from having to scavenge carcasses and hiding from adult wyverns once in a while, the three have a great time going around and exploring. Then they encounter a very foggy area late at night and Todd swears he bumped into something, but no one can see a thing. That is, until startled, yellow eyes pierce through the fog and a voice asks "Who goes there?" When the three introduce themselves and say that they mean no harm, the mysterious creature uncloaks itself, and says that his name is Rupert.

Rupert is a lucent nargacuga, and had been hiding out in the fog to avoid detection. Clearly that failed, but he questions why the heck a seregios, qurupeco, and pink rathian are traveling together, at night, in thick fog. They tell him their tales and he's like "Wait you guys have no parents either? Can... can I join you guys?" The three very much like friends and take Rupert in without a second thought, but not before Rueprt tells him what's he's also doing out here. You see his mom pulled the leaving to get milk trick and abandoned him. Rupert had been living in fear of being attacked by other monsters since then. He says that he can turn invisible, but only during a full moon when it's foggy. Dinas like "wow kinda sus and bad" and Ruperts like "yeah it's really stupid". But he IS venomous like Pauleen (the toxin is stored in the tail!) So he isn't totally helpless. He'll never be able to fly like the other kids will one day, so he just asks that they don't leave him behind when they're older. They all agree, and then there were four >:D.

So these four wyvern chicks go around exploring and trying to befriend as many monsters as they can. They aren't exactly welcome in many places though. Most adults aren't interested in a group of different wyvern babies waltzing up on their turf to say hi. In fact, most monsters see them and go "is anyone gonna eat that" and chase the patrol team around (much to their terror) before waiting for an answer. Usually that ends with Todd spitting bile in the monster's face or mimicking the call of a scarier monster to ward off the threat, the monster getting a smack full of venom from Pauleen or Rupert, or Dina's scales embedded in their face.

Sometimes they get a monster who at least gives them their name first. They meet a big green rathian with curled lower jaw spikes named Stella, and though she introduces herself, she quickly chases them out of her turf when she sees Dina (Dina is a seregios and seregios are known to harass and kill rathians, so Stella is taking no chances here).

Before meeting Pauleen, Dina and Todd explored a volcanic region and had a really unpleasant meeting with a melanistic brachydios named Rockin' Billy, who bullied smaller monsters with his explosive slime. Dina tried to stand up to him (much to Todd's horror) and Billy boi merely laughed and tried to eat the duo. Todd spat bile in his face and Dina dropped a stalactite on his head, breaking his pompadour-esq horn and stunning him long enough to get away. Rockin' Billy swears to get revenge on them for ruining his horn.

In the colder taigas of the North they meet an elder Banbaro named Scatterly, and unlike his younger brethren, he's lost most of his temper and kindly offers them refuge before they continue their travels. They sleep that night nestled against warm banbaro fur instead of in a cold cave or hollow of a tree, and they are quite content with that.

In the dense jungles they ran into a black nargacuga with unusually spiky fur named Terry who didn't try to eat them but simply escorted them out of his turf and tells them that the jungle is too dangerous for the four of them and that they should leave and be thankful that he wasn't planning on killing them. He's not as kind as Scatterly but he's kinder than most, and that's better than nothing in Dina's eyes.

Once they hit the edge of the desert region they find a monoblos named Kent chilling in the middle of an oasis. Normally monoblos are highly aggressive but Kent seems content with the kids' presence for now, and lets them stop for a drink and to catch some fish before they continue on, only lazily watching them go by from his little spot in the center of the pond.

The desert is quite vast, and the wyvern kids end up getting lost. Not many monsters that live in these parts, and the few that do generally aren't happy with the kids being here. Being forced to hunt delex and smaller hermitaur when there were no fishing spots around was less than ideal, but they brought down their quarry relatively easily and hey, they didn't starve. Then they find an oasis, a bigger one than the small lake they met Kent in, and just behind it a TON of cacti!

The kids had never seen so much cacti in one area. Big tall cacti, small round cacti, cacti with colorful fruits on them, it's cactus central around here! Doesn't seem to be any monsters, and it's very quiet except for the occasional howl of hot desert wind. Thankfully the cacti patches aren't so densely packed that navigating through them was too tricky. They simply walked on through it feeling at ease. A little... too at ease in Rupert's mind. He knew nothing of the desert, but he knew that some monsters probably have to eat cactus, right? But it seems like nothing lives here. Wouldn't at least one large monster call this cactus filled place (complete with an oasis mind you) home?

Rupert gets his answer when he hears a faint rumble growing louder and louder from somewhere behind them, and when Rupert gets his friends' attention, the rumbling stops. The kids, confused, stand and frantically look around for the source of it.

Suddenly, though, a great shape bursts from the sand, and with shrieks of terror, the kids flee instantly. They don't turn around at all, especially when they start to hear the thudding of footsteps getting louder and louder from somewhere behind them.

They stumble upon a small cave and scramble inside, cowering in the back as a great sky blue eye slowly peers in.

The patrol team freeze up as the four of them lock eyes with the mysterious monster. A voice booms from the creature...

"WHO DARES INTRUDE UPON MY TURF?"

[myheartxmyman]

After EVERYTHING I am still thinking of you pretty much all the time. You are always in the back of my mind. I don't know if you are still in my heart aswell, since the beginning of this year my heart mostly stopped 'talking'.

All I really WANT IS FOR YOU TO LEAVE. My head, my soul, my heart (?), my life.

To be honest I don't want to lose you, I want 'us' back. I mourn our bond as much as I mourn my Dad and Louis. The last year was so unbearable painful 'cause ALL THREE of yous died, at least in some way...

I am deeply in love with the man you showed me in the beginning. The one I formed at first an honest friendship with, built on respect loyalty trust and acceptance. We could count completely on each other, we grew closer without us even noticing. But people around us did, our bond was so pure and strong, it became visible.

I am deeply in love with the man you were at the beginning. The one with whom everything felt right. The one I could trust with my heart, my soul, my whole being. The one I trusted completely and so so fast I didn't even notice that my trust was at a hundred percent towards you. Everything flowed and was at ease. It felt like we were supposed to be.

I miss this man every second. I miss the bond we shared. But what's left of us is nothing but a shadow. It's to painful seeing you being right next to you, while missing you. Too often meaning pretty much always being in your presence means nevertheless missing you. You're so far away. Even when you're here you aren't.

This person who's wearing your clothes, who smells like you, has your voice, your body. This person is hurting me to the core, breaking my trust, doesn't show respect, makes me feel unworthy unloved unheard unprotected unseen. This person makes me feel alone. This person treats me in ways you would have never done. I still can't believe or comprehend some of the things that happened, it's just hurt pain shock after the same. Still I am loyal to someone who's mostly not around, or sleeping. I am loyal to a person I mostly don't recognize anymore, to someone who's behavior is incredibly painful and devastating. I can't forgive or forget some of those moments. Still I am loyal but sometimes I ask myself 'Why am I still here? Why don't I leave?'

I can't let myself get hurt over and over again. The worst part is, the situations/moments which shattered me to the core, the ones which broke my trust, my heart, pretty much me, the ones that broke our bond/the relationship.. those situations were consciously decided.

You knew what you were doing.

You knew you were hurting me tremendously.

You knew you were breaking my trust.

You knew it but chose to do it anyway.

You didn't consider my feelings as important, you gave a damn about my trust, you lacked respect publicly in such a way that people started asking questions. You crossed the line again and again. Yet you're not taking accountability in any way.

It's like you're flawless. You stopped accepting me long ago, and I am learning to NOT ACCEPT said behavior ANY LONGER.

Talking it through won't help us in any way as long as you've shut down your compassion, your empathy and are willing to misunderstand even the shortest phrase. Not taking accountability for ONE THING while saying 'it takes two' is another aspect of quite a few which led me to saying 'we need a third party if we want to have at least a chance'. You being defensive, being emotionally checked out most of the time, you not trying to see my perspective, not emphasizing with my feelings at all, not listening to understand but listening to respond or ignore and me with several attachment wounds, trust issues, and this overwhelming brainfog paired by my inability to 'forgive and move on' leading to being resentful , sometimes more sometimes less,.. All of this isn't gonna work out in our favor. Not without counseling.

[halfbakedspuds]

You know what, tell me about your stories. I wanna know all of them. Also is there 2nd ch of children of star?? We a re mutuals and we don't interact cause I have shit personality and you don't need to answer this

Thanks for asking and giving me an excuse to go on a tangent! And don't worry about interacting, as long as you're willing to put up with my ESL self occasionally forgetting how to speak English, you're welcome to do so.

There isn't a second chapter of Children of the Stars just yet. Mostly because I'm in my matric year and have been stuck with quite possibly the worst case of writer's block I've had in years. Two factors which have been making it quite difficult to write further, but I managed to partially get my jive back this week so progress continues!

Starting with the Tempest Prince, which is very blatantly inspired by me reading Percy Jackson and the Mortal instruments books during my first playthrough of Bloodborne. It used to be just one book, then I realised that I might need three to tell the full story (Which is when I started calling them the Saga of Storms). Soon, the Saga was five books long and then I realised that this universe still has a ton of loose ends after the story ends, and so five books became 21 split across five saga's, each told from a different perspective and dealing with a different thing that's been left unfinished. I will not milk this for content. There is no content, there is only a story that needs to be told and the 21 books it will take to tell it.

Worldbuilding wise, Earth in this universe exists as a result of five different layers of reality sitting on top of each other. The border realm, realm of chaos and entropy, has quite a visceral reaction to humanity seemingly existing to create order and reacts by corrupting living beings into beasts to kill us (Humans are sort of immune to this, but that's a long story). The higher the density of people, the more often these things manifest. Several thousand years ago, someone figured out that penguins who are corrupted become what humans call Dragons, and the bones of dragons can be made into weapons and infused with the wielders blood to become harder than steel, and immediately grant the bonded all the necessary instincts to wield it: the most effective weapons for killing beasts.

Thus were born the hunters, silver blooded super-warriors who were as much their weapons as their weapons were them.

With time, the hunters realised that with enough concentration, they could manifest runes to perform simple arcane tasks, and that chaining them together could create spells. At the time, people thought these runes were the language of dragons, and called it "Draconic magic". Later, the mages who dedicated themselves to its study realised that these runes were part of something far older, far more ancient. A theorized choir whose words maintained the universe, aptly named 'the worldsong'.

Fast forward eighteen thousand years, past a literal apocalypse, a civil war, and a complete reset of human- 'Redblood' -society to make it seem like the hunters never existed, and you end up in Vereeniging, South Africa, 2021 CE, where two unsuspecting brothers named Jason and Alex bear witness to a greatbeast manifestation (like a beast but considerably harder to kill), and despite having never ascended to become hunters or even having known that the supernatural even existed, the pair fought the beast and despite having not a drop of silver blood in them used actual magic (Which even they didn't know they could do).

Some shenanigans follow, the pair agree to become hunters, and Jason (being the oldest) finally reached the day where he'll ascend and begin his formal training. All the other candidates smear their drakespine (dragon bone) weapons with their blood, submerge them in water, and then pull them out to reveal perfectly refined weaponry hewn with silver veins. He follows their example, except when he pulls it out, the veins aren't silver...

... they're gold.

And nobody, not even the people responsible for prophecies and things, knows what that means.

After that, a mysterious group catches wind of the ordeal and begins scheming in the shadows, Jason and his new friend Helga start doing their training at the Academy of Allyria, with him deciding to study to become a Mage because he's honestly kinda dogshit with a sword, and her studying to become a medic to disprove that demihumans are too brutish to be in a position of caring for the injured.

Out of the blue, Alex is abducted by a group who knows the meaning of golden blood and wants to use it for themselves, and Jason, angry as he is that someone dared to mess with his family storms off to find them, with Helga offering to tag along and help the only person other than her mother and her girlfriend who's ever treated her as a person, as more than a barely sentient animal.

That's about all I can say without spoiling.

Children of the Stars follows Lyanni Sverik, a former noblewoman who was set to inherit the ruling title over an entire Barony who witnessed the genocide of her people. In her anger, she began learning the forbidden knowledge of alchemy and of the arcane. When the temples learnt of this, she was arrested, branded a witch and made a mere slave of the state.

After she meets the patron Angel of her people, Adrian, she eventually learns that he's not divine or supernatural at all. He's simply an alien, a human from the Terran Empire working to uplift her people that decided that the mask of an angel was the easiest path to his goals. All the miracles his kind performed, the arcane might they showcased, were merely spectacles of technology so advanced that it was indistinguishable from magic.

Adrian is what I like to call my little bundle of incredibly fucked up. Like the amount of trauma this man has makes him a minefield to navigate.

The first person he ever killed was trying to kill his mother and succeeding in strangling her (A feat in and of itself, she was practically a one woman army on a bad day). His solution was to smash a shop window and grab a shard of glass to slit her assailant's throat with because Callistoan honour meant he had to protect his own. What's fucked up about this? He was only nine when he was forced to make that decision. His family helped him work through most of the trauma thereof, but even twelve years later, after fighting in a war and watching most of his family die because of what he believes was his mistake, after getting half his body blasted off and becoming a supersoldier for a few years before he was handed an honourable discharge, one of his remaining silent mannerisms is an absolute aversion to anything like a knife or a shard of broken glass.

Ironic then that his eventual girlfriend (Lyanni) usually has at least two of the things on her. Two knives and enough random chemicals to start making bombs and corrosives at a moment's notice.

The thing that's very interesting to write so far is the fact that both my protagonists are horrible people. Hell, they only need to be reframed slightly to be seen as the villains of the story (And only one aspect of the worldbuilding needs to change for them to actually become the villains),and yet they try and succeed in being better people for each other's sake. Also they're the first couple I wrote that got someone's approval for being well made, so yippee!

Other than that, a lot of politics, and a lot of speculative socio-political commentary (regarding topics that won't even have a chance to be controversial for at least another century), but it's fun to write at least.

Echoes of Shadows is based on our world as it was between 1895 and 1902. It's a fantasy world where magical control of the environment is tied to how well you understand what's happening around you. Understand the processes behind combustion well enough and you'll develop pyrokinesis, understand the properties of metal and why they exist well enough and you'll develop ferrokinesis, etc.

The point is, with general human knowledge growing as fast as it is, and the improved public access to such resources, almost half the population are mages with varying degrees of power in various fields.

The fictional country that the book is set in, Ost-Rietland, and its sister state, Zuurveldt, are based on the IRL Boer Republics that historically were one of the few peoples that the British Empire got its ass kicked by and gained respect for even after their subjugation. Ost-Rietland is based on the Transvaal Republic (The province I live in actually used to be part of their territory over 124 years ago), while Zuurveldt is based on the Orange Freestate Republic.

The city of Zuidpunkt is actually based on both Cape Town and Durban with inspiration drawn from photographs of Johannesburg in the 1880s.

The culture of most people outside of the five in the main group is just a slightly different portrayal of my own, down to the incredibly satirical personality of its people (If you've ever seen South African ads, you know what I mean, we make fun of everything- especially social problems- as a way to cope. After all, if you can laugh at something it suddenly doesn't seem so bad, and sometimes lifting that uneasiness helps spur discussions on how to fix it. Nandos is famous for this).

This universe actually came to be while I was giving a crash course on worldbuilding and I was creating a setting from scratch to show my method in practice and some problems that may arise from it when I thought "Hey, this could make for a cool story actually". Unfortunately, I have barely touched the writing for it, so not a lot to comment except that I'm a bit too proud of myself for my method of only portraying the eldritch by only revealing enough about how they look for your mind to do my job for me.

Also, all my WIPs actually share a multiverse. Adrian, Johan and Jason canonically ended up meeting when the veil between their worlds got especially thin, and you can see a different POV of the resulting fight in each story (plus, I have plans to maybe bring all three together for a crossover book at some point, but that's still years down the line if it happens at all)

Sorry for rambling, but thanks again for the ask!

[moonieshinesims]

Generation One - Chapter Fifteen

River just moved to college and has already found herself being inducted into a cult recruited into a sorority thanks to Havarti. Do the members of Sim Alpha Sigma have any ulterior motives, or are they really just philanthropists with a sisterly bond?

Not that they could see anything, but the location they were taken to was the secret initiation site for all fraternity and sorority members at Foxbury. The temple was built to hold the secret rituals of any society that was deemed worthy by the college.

Bella, Sayaka, and Fig led the girls up the stairs and into the main building, then began performing the sisterhood rite on each of them, naming their new "big sister".

Cassandra was paired up with Sayaka, who took over the ritual and paired up Bella with Havarti.

That just left River to Fig.

River couldn't quite place what she was feeling at the moment. Exaltation, but also trepidation. She was excited to be a part of something, it was all she'd ever wanted when she was younger, but she wasn't sure how this was going to go... It felt very...

Bella clapped her hands and everyone woke up from their daze. The new recruits still had their masks on and were told they couldn't gaze upon the temple until they had grown as members. They were led outside again and placed before a podium.

She began a speech that lasted about five minutes, then finished with...

Cassandra and Havarti cheered. River wasn't sure what to do.

"Oh! I am!" River could tell that Havarti was already smitten with Bella.

Since they weren't allowed to take their blindfolds off yet, they grabbed around for one another. River could hear Cassandra and Havarti giggling like little girls.

"Aren't you so excited about all of this?"

River wanted to say - what the hell have you gotten us into? but bit her tongue. "I'm... so excited!" She forced out. Since she couldn't see any reaction from her friend, she wasn't quite sure Havarti bought her lie.

However, she had no time to contemplate it, as they were all swept off, back home where their blindfolds were removed and they were given hugs by their new bigs, then sent to bed.

River knew that the night had ended in a strange turn of events, but reminded herself that she would do anything in order to get herself closer on her quest to Ichiban.

The next morning River met up with Havarti and Cassandra at the breakfast table. They began planning out their semester and comparing their schedules.

Even after Cassandra and Havarti left her to do something else, River kept studying her schedule. To reach the ranks in the villainy program, she was going to have to work on her logic and charisma. And unfortunately for her, those were never her strong points...

Cassandra did take River up on her challenge to try and teach Sayaka how to cook better.

"Speaking of sucking..." Fig quickly continued.

"This better not be something gross." Havarti winced.

"It's not! I just had a really weird dream last night about Sayaka..."

"She was like... rambling about something that made no sense, and my neck actually hurt. Still kinda does." She rubbed her neck. "I don't know if it means anything, but it was totally weird!"

Cassandra and Havarti exchanged worried looks.

"I guess cooking isn't the only thing I'm gonna have to teach Sayaka about..." Cassandra shook her head.

"I thought you were the little here, not her!" Havarti sighed.

"It's just a kink we'll have to work through..." Cassandra watched as Fig blissfully ate her macaroni and cheese. If her gut feeling was right and Sayaka really was a vampire, she didn't seem to pose that much of a threat to the others. Fig was still alive after all and not too worried about the "dream" from the night before.

Either way... Sayaka still needed a stern talking to!

[fallinallincurls]

Hi 🥰 so I have an idea for you, but it might be long, I will put a lot of detail in it to help you out, because it's long, it might actually end up being a mini series if you're feeling up to it?

Here goes:

Reader and Shawn Mendes could be very close, not best friends to lovers, I'm trying to describe it as the bond that forms when two people have really strong feelings towards each other but haven't really put a label on it, so they're not quite boyfriend and girlfriend.

Reader and Shawn could be hanging out an A lot-little coffee 'dates', walking on the beach at sunset/sunrise (hand in hand), or even on a field in the middle of nowhere, stargazing and just talking about things (about life, it could be deep things which is nice to talk about, but only with the right person) it could lead to your first kisses, (a fist of many slow, passionate and meaningful ones).

They decide to get away from the world for one night (to take a break from studying, friends and home life), so they rent out a beach house together so that they could be alone for just one night.

Feelings are confessed (Shawn confesses first), and they "make love" on their queen sized bed, hearing nothing but the sounds of their moans, the crackling of the fire, whilst the waves crash against rocks and the moon begins to shine.

(still not boyfriend and girlfriend yet)

****I think that maybe it should be a hint of smut, like neck kissing and hands all over each other, but because its kind of a romantic request story/one shot I don't think it should be full on like fingering and descriptions of 'cumming together and things like that******

Reader and shawn find each other beautiful in every way and it is like no problems seem to exist when you're in each other's presence.

Shawn's group of friends are aware of the closeness between the two, and they know that Shawn has strong feelings towards her, feelings that describe "love" to a tea. However, the reader is the kind of person that, unless something is bought up, then words aren't spoken. In other words, her friend doesn't know about her and Shawn and her because it has never been bought up

So when the reader's friend starts going on about her on going forever crush (again), a name is mentioned. It's a bit of a shock to the reader (y/n). The reader starts to feel immense amount of guilt and she feels like she's going behind her bestfriends back. Because Shawn's friends always sit in close proximity to you and your friend, he heard it too. And he almost senses the guilt coming out of you as he searches and follows your eyes. He silently gestures you to follow him and managed to un-guilt you, by reassuring you that everything is going to be ok. But that was only until the reader's friend saw you 'almost kiss a few days later.

All ties were cut with Shawn after that, and it left you both extremely and emotionally wrecked. The reader avoided the halls of their uni, stayed inside most days, whilst the reader's "friend" desperately tried to get into Shawn's pants and flirted with him consistently. Shawnj had none of it, he was completely dismissive of everything she did, and made it clear that the reader was the only thing on his mind, day in and day out.

It's only when the reader was forced out by her cousin/sister/ (whoever you want) to a party (and made a friend), that she met Shawn's eyes. Two pairs of drunken eyes.

She felt guilt all over again as she rushed to the bathroom, only to be followed by Shawn, who startled her when he unknowingly wrapped his arms around her waist, placed his chin on her shoulder and stared at her through the mirror lovingly.

Tears were shed, pleadings were made and promises were spoken as more and more hickeys began to appear. L bombs are dropped and the gf question was popped, all leading them to walk home hand in hand.

The reader's friend watched with her new, much better-suited group of friends, as Shawn and reader's hands laced together gently, 'squeezing' past the loud crowds to get to their beach house and re-live their special moment.

The reader made a good friend before she left that night, one shy and full of kindness just like herself. Even better. She also came out of the other side with a boyfriend, and someone head of heels for her.

***** really hope you like this request, I'm sorry that it's so long!!!!! I thought I'd give you a detailed description of the request, just because know that sometimes writers struggle with plots and storylines!"*******

hi ohmygosh!! first off, thank you for sending this in with all the detail and for thinking i'd be the best to write it! unfortunately, i haven't written for shawn in almost two years so i don't think i could take this on as a wip. it's an incredible idea and i love it myself!! i'm so far removed from the fandom that i'm not sure who still writes for him on here, if anyone knows, please tag them. but thank you so much again!

[arrowpunk]

Duo bingo for Hal and Puck? (Fun fact, Puck autocorrected to ouch at first)

IT'S ABOUT THE NARRATIVES

ugh okay I love them so MUCH, Batty sent me something the other day that was just... so good... about how like they are narrative foils and how their outlook on life is completely different but the balance and contrast each other so well and simply I have so many Big Feelings about them....

Definitely one of my favorite Duos of all time....