#unknown numbers and sharp tongues

[orchidyoonkook]

To What We Were Before, And All The Things After | JJK | Ch. 2

Title: Unknown Numbers and Sharp Tongues

Pairing: Prince!College Student!JK x Fine Arts Major!(F)!Reader

Series Rating//Genre: (M) | College AU, Mild Royalty AU, Smut, Angst, Fluff, S2F2L, Indiffernce to lovers, sloooowwww ass burn

Summary: You get a text from an unknown number and it flips your day upside down.

Warnings: PG13, mild swearing, arguments

Word Count: 3065

Release Date: February 2, 2023, 1:40PM

A/N 1: She’s shorter but just as important

Series: Chapter One

It’s 12:07pm the Wednesday after the assembly. You're sitting on your bed sketching when a text vibration sounds from somewhere within the blankets crumpled beneath you. 

A pencil lead stained hand carefully snakes its way through the sheets to find your phone, and after locating it by your feet, you see a message from an unknown number waiting to be read.

Unknown Sender [12:07pm]: Hey, is this YN?

You raise a brow at the semi-suspicious text.

Normally when this happens, you just delete the message. You have everyone you're willing to speak with in your contacts already, so you know that it’s most likely spam. But the difference with this one?

They know your name. 

That being said, your guy friends back home have been known to, on occasion, pull shit because they know you can’t do anything about it. 

Though, that has never once stopped you from waiting to see them again in person and retaliating. Patience is a virtue and all that, but you think they’d of learned by now…

So you fire back, just in case.

You [12:08pm]: Hobi I s2g if this is you again I’m sending Nayeon that picture of you from 9th grade with shutter shades on and your ass stuck in a tuba 

Unknown Sender [12:08pm]: Oh wow, uhm…no, its not Unknown Sender [12:09pm]: But remind me never to get on your bad side.  Unknown Sender [12:10pm]: It’s Jungkook actually... I may have grabbed your number from Yuri’s phone. I hope it’s okay I messaged you 

Jungkook?

As in The Prince of the Western Shores, Jungkook?

Well...

This certainly isn’t how you thought your afternoon was going to go. 

You figured you'd never hear from him again after Monday’s assembly, like everyone else he’d greeted—Yuri aside apparently. Yet here you were, on your bed, in your university dorm room, having a midday text conversation with Prince Jeon Jungkook of all people.

You laugh to yourself and quickly change his name in your contacts, keeping it subtle. You don’t want someone to see his name pop on your screen and then suddenly have a legion of people harassing you about how you got the prince's number, and if they could get it from you. 

You [12:11pm]: yeah, it’s fine

And why wouldn't it be? You don’t dislike him, though he seemed to have thought so. Sure, you don’t particularly like the guy yet, but you're confident he feels the same about you—if he even thinks of you, that is.  

He probably just wants recommendations for things to do this weekend or to know where the cleanest washrooms on campus are. God forbid his royal bottom touch a less than sanitary toilet seat.

PJK [12:13pm]: Im afraid she had to explain to me who ‘blueballzbitch’ was when I accidentally saw your text to her the other day. Apparently my reaction after reading it was very funny

You [12:13pm]: I cant believe she still hasnt changed my name in her phone! That bitch!! she promised :( You [12:14pm]: Thats only my name because i told her she couldnt bring guys back to our dorm after 1 AM anymore! 

PJK [12:14pm]: can I ask why?

You [12:15pm]: there may have been an incident of a very drunk half naked man climbing into my bed at 4 am instead of hers….  You [12:15pm]: And needless to say, not the nicest way to wake up

PJK [12:16pm]: no I would think not. Though that explains her reaction a bit better

You didn’t even want to know. 

She did kick that guy out the second she heard your scream though, drunk as she was. But it didn’t stop her from moping for a week at your new rule.

Tough, you’d had a test the next day, so your decision was final. 

Your academics wouldn’t pay the price for someone else’s actions. On that you were and always have been, firm. You’ve even lost a few friends because of it.

But now your starting to wonder why he wanted to message you in the first place.

You [12:17pm]: i dont mean to be rude, but why did you save my number? To be honest i didnt think I’d hear from you again after monday

PJK [12:18pm]: well if we’re being honest…

There are a million different ways he could follow that sentence, and your mind is simultaneously running through all of them.

It takes him a few minutes, and a couple disappearance and reappearances of the texting in progress bubble, before a reply comes. Your pencil may or may not be a bit chewed on the end as a result.

PJK [12:21pm]: I was hoping that we could be friends, or acquaintances at least. I dont mean to come on too strong, its just that…. well you’re the only one whos really treated me like a regular guy, and i’d like to have at least one person to speak to who wont ‘glaze over the truth with pretty white lies’ just because of who I am. Its a surprisingly hard attribute to come by in people when you have words like “prince” and “your highness” attached to your name PJK [12:22pm]: Everyone either wants something from me or something I can do for them, and when we met? I could see you just…didn’t. It’s like you didnt even care I was there and that was incredibly refreshing for me PJK [12:23pm]: so um, yeah… that’s why

Oh… 

Oh. 

You were expecting anything else. Like literally anything else. He could’ve messaged you saying he wanted to give up being prince to join a traveling circus and was wondering if you knew the quickest train route into town and you would’ve been less surprised than you are right now.

But…Friends? He just wanted to be friends?

You guess you played your part a little too well on Monday. A part you didn't even realize you were performing. 

Was it really so difficult for people to treat him normally that the only person who had done so in three days, was you? And it was so noticeable that he sought you out because of it? His professors, at least, would have treated him like any other student…right?

You sit up, sketch long discarded on your bedside table. 

What would Yuri think about this? What would Nel think? Jungkook isn't just some guy from your Advanced Colour Theory class, he's the prince of your kingdom. 

You know your boyfriend wouldn't care if Jungkook kissed your hand in a passing greeting, that’s the standard greeting for every woman. 

But friends? 

Regular contact? 

Potentially being seen in public with him? 

Even a high ranking societal man would feel threatened, let alone Nel; the highschool boy you fell in love with from your tiny hometown.

Biting your lip, you think. 

You’re not an idiot. You know if people see you—a girl—hanging out with Jungkook—the prince, but more importantly, a boy—publicly, they will start talking. You know how the media make grand stories from two anonymously sourced, out of context quotes and a grainy picture from 100 feet away. 

What you don’t know is if you would or even could handle the public speculation that came with that. 

You don't want the media to come between you and your education. You don’t want to be at the center of attention. You worked way too hard to get where you are to have it washed away with a shitty ‘Prince Jungkook's college fling’ article that holds headlines for less than a week before the news cycle changes. 

Your credibility would be gone in an instant. And you’d only ever be remembered as ‘that girl the prince probably slept with in college.’

You should say no.

You’re going to say no.

—Wait.

Are you even allowed to say no?

Your phone pings again.

PJK [12:24pm]: i really just want my university experience to be as normal as possible before having to trade it all in for a crown and kingdom. It’s my last shot to experience life as a person before becoming a symbol and im hoping youll be kind enough to help me with that  PJK [12:24pm]: but i understand if you dont want to. Like i said in my speech, im not unaware of the repercussions of my celebrity, and its effects on others, both positive and negative. So please by all means, whatever answer you give, i’ll understand

Shit.

Shit!

Now you’ll feel like an ass if you say no, and you know that wasn’t his intention with the message, but you can't help it. He just wants to be as ordinary as he can be for a while. That isn’t a lot to ask—of anybody. 

After re-reading his messages about a dozen more times, you find your entire view of Jungkook shifting in an instant. 

Maybe he was the spoiled, rich, and plate delivered opportunities prince you expected him to be, but funnily enough, somewhere along the way it was you who forgot that he was an regular person. Just like you had told Yuri such a short time ago, and just like you now had to remind yourself. 

Jungkook’s really not much different than someone without all the special features his title brings him.

And with that in mind, you know your reply.

You [12:30pm]: can i think about it?

And not seconds later.

PJK [12:30pm]: absolutely.

A breath you didn’t know you were holding releases.

PJK [12:31pm]: that’s already further than i thought i’d get—if we’re still being honest. 

You [12:33pm]: im always honest, you dont have to worry about that. And same goes for you, dont worry about being truthful with me. Lies only create problems, and i dont have the time for them

PJK [12:35]: glad to hear it. I look forward to your answer, whenever and whatever you decide

Gently tossing your phone back onto your bed, you leave the conversation at that. You know you wouldn’t be able to make your mind up without going through all possible outcomes in your head first. And Yuri is usually a good enough listener to pipe in with decent advice now and then. 

So, for now, you pick up your pencil and sketch pad, and wait for Yuri to return from her afternoon class. 

A few hours later, and a decent way through your third life study, Yuri bursts through the front entryway. Your bedroom door’s open, and you’ve got a clear view of her shucking off her shoes and outer layers after casting her books onto the dining room table. 

So much for your focus. 

But you're glad she’s back, your conversation with Jungkook from earlier is still wracking your brain.

“YN, Sweets! You are NEVER going to believe the day I’ve had!” Yuri makes her way over to your bed, inhaling deeply enough you know a monologue is about to follow.

“Me too! But you first,” you slip in before the floodgates burst, knowing all her focus will be solely centered on you the second you mention Jungkook reaching out. 

“Jungkook invited me to lunch!” 

Or maybe not.

“Well sort of, that’s why I’m late getting back. He asked if there was a more secluded place to eat on campus,” she says the word like it’s a secret. Like she thinks he asked for seclusion to have it be a more intimate setting with her, versus a more private space for him. 

“So I showed him that little cafe behind the greenhouse that no one ever goes to cuz it’s too far away from central campus—you know the one that might as well just be a part of the greenhouse cuz of how close it is?” 

You nod. You were very familiar with that cafe, frequently going there to paint the flowers in the windows, and also, to think. But she doesn’t know that. It was sort of a safe haven for you, because like she said, it wasn’t a very popular place on campus, so it was quiet. 

You didn’t know Yuri even knew about it. 

Now sitting criss-crossed on the end of your bed, she continues, “Yeah, so I brought him there and we both got coffee, then I got a croissant and he got a sandwich. But YN, get this: we take. our coffee. the. same. way. Try and tell me we’re not made for one another now! Same major, same coffee, next thing you know we’ll be finding out we’d picked out the same baby names.” 

She stops to take a breath and you take your cue. “Woah there, Yurls, slow down a bit on that last one,” she makes a face at you. You ignore it. “But I think it’s great you're making a new friend that you have common interests with and are excited about,” you say, putting extra emphasis on ‘friend,’ thinking back to your conversation with Jungkook about people only ever wanting things he could give them. Surely you could subtly help your friend this way. “Just try to remember you have to be friends first before anything else happens.”

She doesn’t miss a beat. “Friends? YN please! We’re practically already dating, that’s three times in as many days he’s asked to hang out,” she closes her eyes, hugging herself. “I can almost hear the wedding bells.”

You look at her plainly and try your best not to sigh. 

She must know that this is just Jungkook taking her up on her offer, right? The one she made after seeing him off to the cafe by the biz-admin building the other day?

Before they parted ways, Yuri’d mentioned to him that if he wanted more inside knowledge or help getting around the campus he could ask her. And it made sense, having all their classes in the same area, when he said, ‘I’ll take you up on that.’

You know, because not unlike this conversation, she’d rushed home right after to tell you. 

Jungkook’s just trying to get his bearings in what is clearly still a very new experience for him and Yuri’s reading into it all wrong. 

You look at your friend who’s staring dreamily at nothing, more than likely caught up in whatever wedding scenarios of herself and Jungkook her brain is creating. 

Waving a fruitless hand in front of her face before snapping your fingers, you break her trance. “Helloooo? Earth to Yuri, come back down here please so I can talk some sense into youuuuu.” 

“I’m here,” she says, smacking your hand away playfully, gaze snapping to your less than amused one. Her smile falters at the sight. “What’s that look for?”

“Oh nothing, just that you sound like a delusional teenager instead of a functional adult at university pursuing a degree. You just met the guy three days ago and you’re already picturing your wedding together? Because you hung out over coffee twice and showed him where his classes are? He’s still a stranger, Yuri. Can’t you hear yourself?”

Her expression quickly changes to one of offense, and maybe even hurt. 

Perhaps you’d been a little too honest, but it’s not like this was new for you two. Sometimes she needed a swift blow to knock her down and she knows this, she knows you’d never intend to hurt her feelings. You always wanted what was best for her, and you know she feels the exact same way for you. 

So you’re shocked when she says, “You know you don’t have to be such a bitch about it if you’re going to be jealous,” crossing her arms defensively.

Jealous? You are anything but jealous, and you wonder why that’s where her mind jumps to first, brows scrunching in confusion.

“I’m not jealous. Have you forgotten about Nel? Boyfriend of five years, highschool sweetheart, ringing a bell?”

“Nel’s not a prince YN,” she counters in a tone so even, it’s unsettling. “And it wouldn’t be so unheard of for a woman in a relationship to be jealous of her friend who’s in one with a prince she wants for herself.” 

Oh, so that’s where she wants to go with this. She thinks that Jungkook will somehow make you forget about the five wonderful years with Nel. Like half a decade measures up to nothing if it means getting someone with a better name and a bigger paycheck. 

Fine.

If she wants to get bitchy about it, so will you. 

“Yeah, well it’s a good thing you’re not dating one then, isn’t it? Don’t get so defensive when all I’m doing is trying to help you see that.”

Yuri stands dramatically from the bed, clearly pissed, and storms out of your room, grabbing her things from the dining room table.

“I’m going to my macroeconomics class. By the time I get back, either have your door closed, or don’t be here.”

She leaves as rushed as she came, and you try not to flinch at the front door slamming shut, but do anyway. 

You shove your work off to the side, bringing your knees up to rest your elbows on while the palms of your hands cover your eyes, giving yourself a moment to breathe and process. 

This isn’t the first time this has happened and it certainly won't be the last. It was a downside between your personalities. You were the anchor who kept her from soaring too high in the clouds, just like she was the helium that kept you from drowning. 

But sometimes she wanted to see the stars, and sometimes you were scared of the surface. 

Releasing a deep breath, you decide to head out, having finished school for the day anyway. You only had morning classes on Wednesdays—an intentional scheduling on your behalf to have somewhat of a break midweek. You work hard but also know that burnout can kill.

Switching out your pencils for watercolour paint trays, and your sketchpad for your watercolour paper, you decide that the greenhouse sounded great right about now, especially now that you knew Yuri wouldn’t be there. 

There isn’t a better place for you to go and blow off some steam. 

Tossing your brushes, materials, travel water and wallet in a tote, you slide on your shoes and leave the dorm. The door closes much quieter this time. 

Chapter Three: Greenhouse Muses and Surprise Guests

A/N 2: I’m pretty sure this is the shortest chapter in the series (so far) but as you’ve read it’s an important step so I hope that’s okay!

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[stararch4ngelqueen]

hear me out…jason proposing 😵‍💫 i’m such a sucker for a lowkey proposal like you’re just having a normal convo and he’s like “marry me” and you’re like wtf but you laugh it off bc like ofc he’s joking so when you’re like “you’re funny” he’s just dead serious, “marry me.”

I don’t really know where I was going with this, but if you get the reference I respect you.

—

Time written - 10:10 a.m

—

You weren’t a criminal when you met Robin, years before his tragic prime. It wasn’t every day when your paths crossed with a cape wearing teen around your age, even more so on his search of a bag of valuables you were ready to deny when it ‘accidentally’ came into your hands.

“Care to tell me how that happened?” The Boy Wonder at the time smirked, amused at your gawking face.

“Cat got her own tongue? What, you need some milk?”

You rolled your eyes. I you were a thief, you’d have sense to throw the satchel at his head. The cheesy jokes must’ve been a Robin thing. “I’m more of an Ice cream girl, actually. But, I didn’t steal this!”

To add up on this horribly unprecedented situation, Robin quirked a brow behind that domino mask of his, gesturing his head towards the bag of valuables in question.

“Trade you a milkshake for that.”

It was your turn to be incredibly confused, your mouth left open for quite some time. Was he serious right now?

“I choose the flavor.” You state after a further moment of thought.

“Seems fair.”

“And the place it’s bought from.”

“That’s askin’ a bit much,” Robin began to huff, hinting his growing smirk as your frown deepens.

“All I’m asking for is a five dollar shake in exchange for this bag full of hundreds of dollars, bird boy.”

“A five dollar shake in exchange for about seven hundred bucks inside that bag,” Robin points out, his smile growing bigger and bigger. “Throw in your phone number, an’ we got a deal, kitty cat.”

It turned into unconventional milkshake roof dates, sitting over the skylines, staring down at the chaotic world below as the two of you shared an unintentional paradise.

He’d tease your fear of heights, constantly calling you a Catwoman rip off, but he always made sure to never let you fall. Your relationship was sweet, too sweet, and gone way too fast.

Your rooftop dates were a tradition you kept alive when he died, only to resurface when a knock at your window interrupted you of sleep, opening your balcony to find a single milkshake perfectly balanced, with a bright black arrow drawn on the cup to meet Red Hood on the roof.

Jason Todd wasn’t the same as you remembered him to be, but he was still Jason, underneath all that broodiness that shielded him from whatever unseen traumas he hadn’t shared with you quite yet.

All these months since he ‘returned’, he always made sure to keep up your ice cream date schedules. Nine o’clock sharp on the roof of your apartment building. Sometimes, ontop of Wayne Industries on special occasions. He’d always be the one to carry you, especially now.

What did stick with him was his horrible Robin humor, which was what you believed he was using when he popped such an unexpected question.

“What?” Came your first response, a nervous laugh leaving your lips. A strange warm throb formed in your heart, thudding rapidly in your chest.

“What did you say?”

“Marry me.” He repeats again, never putting off that firm expression plastered on his face.

What an untimely thing to say in the calm before an unknown storm. Both of you were out of breath after chatting for an hour, sipping on thick melted shakes and laughing over the previous Boy Wonder.

“Jason, this isn’t funny.” You peer down at your cup, nearly finished with its contents. He always got your favorite.

“You’re right,” He agrees, his tone a little too calm to be considered any sort of joke.

All possibility of opportunity to pop a laugh and admit he was joking weighed heavily in the air, carried around by the nightly breeze. He never says he’s joking, never shrugs off such an alarming, mind blowing question.

“What if you’re kidding?” Your denial still leaks through, making his lips twitch upwards. It has to be a joke, he wouldn’t say it like this.

“What if I’m not?” He casually responds, nearly wearing down your patience.

“You’re not joking, are you?”

“I’m not.”

“Jason.” Saying his name so softly, littered with fear and hesitancy makes his second life heart melt. Being so sweet on his girl, even after his death, taught him a great lesson about time.

Regardless if he didn’t arrive at nine o’ clock sharp, or if you arrived two minutes late, time could easily be taken away, ruining everything.

He remains quiet, watching your flustered expression vary from your hands along your cup before setting it down beside you. Taking this chance, he gently grasps hold of your hand before it had a chance to retreat into the safety of your jacket pocket.

“I meant what I said,” Jason speaks again in a more calm, soothing tone of voice. “I know this ain’t traditional. I don’t exactly do traditional, but … I wanna marry you.”

His hand squeezes yours, making you hesitant to speak further. He was serious, the realization was heavily daunting in such a unique way. A unique, exciting way.

“Why?” You look at him again, swallowing slowly as he leans closer, nearly making you anticipate a kiss.

Instead, his forehead settles against yours, taking in the rich, crystalline serenity of your unique, radiant beauty.

“Because,” he mutters, “You waited for me.”

Dedication, patience, hope; That was worth more to him than gold, worth much more than the bag of valuables he knew you didn’t steal.

“I have a ring for ya,” Jason continues on whilst his thumb strokes along the back of your hand. “If you don’t like it, I’ll getcha whatever you want. We’ll have as big of a wedding as you want, then we’re gonna go somewhere.”

“Somewhere?” You whisper.

“Yeah. Just you and me; no crime fighting, no danger. Nothing. Just us.”

“Just us?”

“Yeah babygirl,” Jason peers into your eyes, wanting to coo at your noticeable tears. “Wherever you want. I’ll follow you anywhere.”

You just needed to say yes.

You couldn’t help but giggle with an overwhelming mix of emotions, your trembling hand reaching up to settle behind his hooded head.

“Why do I feel like,” you nearly laugh in between your words. “Why do I get this feeling you put the ring in my cup?”

“An’ ruin a perfectly good five dollar shake?” Jason expresses in surprise, chuckling along with your giddy laughter. “C’mon babe. I’m not that inconspicuous.”

“Then where is it?”

Jason tilts his head, raising a brow. “Why’re you asking, kitty cat? Plan on stealing it?”

“No,” you muse, your nose nearly bumping against his.

“You expecting me to slip it on right about now?” His hand finds purchase along your hip, cradling your supple body. “Dosent work unless you—“

You cut him off via a kiss, one he graciously accepts.

You tasted like cherry sublime mixed with the highlife, a good life where you always existed in it. If he were to die again, he needed to know that he went with one successful accomplishment. Marrying his Robinhood sweetheart.

“Yes,” you whisper, those tears you worked so hard to hold back cascading down your cheeks. “I’ll marry you, Jason.”

In knowing him since he was Robin, till you met him as the muscular, ever brooding Red Hood, you’ve never seen the man smile so big. His eyes shining brighter than the moon that was ever so beautiful tonight.

Grasping hold of your hips, he pulls you into his arms, carelessly tilting over his half finished milkshake cup in the process. His lips find you once more after sitting you in his lap, muscled forearms snuggly hugging around your waist, holding you as physically close to him as possible.

“The ring I gotcha-“ he muffles against your pretty lips in between kisses. “- is at my place. Waiting for you—on my bed.”

Your laugh was all you could respond with. From the very start, it’s as if he planned this all out. All it took was a bag of misplaced valuables and the promise of a five dollar shake.

[libbyfandom]

“The Dove is just as Cunning as the Demon”

‘Need to get out of the chains. Get my sword. Grab dove. Find a way out. Chains, sword, dove, get out.’

Mizu eyes the guard to her right that’s holding her sword and pulling you along as the one that’s dragging her leads her to a back room. Taigen is swearing a storm as he’s dragged behind her by two more guards.

At least Ringo wasn’t captured. He was still thankfully waiting back at camp. If he even knew of this he would have come running to her side, further complicating escaping.

She winces, growling in frustration as the guard yanks her shackled arms further up her back as he drags her, feeling the muscles in her shoulders scream in protest.

She knew you three weren’t running fast enough after her and Taigen got into a sword fight with others at the inn. You were swarmed right out the city gates.

She would have kept fighting if one of them hadn’t held a knife to your throat.

They toss her and Taigen into the room. She catches herself on one knee, glaring over her shoulder at the men as Taigen struggles to his feet.

“Ah-“ one of the guards tsks when Taigen stands, holding her sword to your throat where he has your back restrained to his chest. You’re shaking, craning your neck as far back from the familiar steel as possible. His hand follows still, pressing the steel in until the tiniest stinging slit cuts through, a drop of blood rolling down your neck.

Mizu clenches her jaw against the familiar flames of rage licking at the corners of her focus, desperate to take over. She slowly turns with unblinking, predator like focus on where the man’s hand is. Where it temporarily is attached to his body.

“Taigen.”

He’s breathing raggedly through his nose, eyes sharp on the guards. But at her word he glances at her once, before begrudgingly lowering himself to a sitting position like her.

‘Chains. Sword. Dove. Detach hand. Get out.’

“I see the demon is in charge.”

“He is not in charge of me!” Taigen glowers from the floor.

The guard lowers the sword, heaving you up beside him. “You two wait here, we will come when the hanging executioner is ready for you.”

He lowers his face to stare at Mizu’s dark expression, his lips curling with a malicious satisfaction. “I do love watching a dishonorable swordsman’s neck snap from the drop.”

“No!” You crumple against the guard holding you captive, making him stumble a moment before he wretched you back upright from where you’ve collapsed to the floor.

Her eyes dart for every detail of the guards. Only single sword wielders, no archery weapons in hand. Safe after getting out of range. Simple, foot-soldier armor. Only powerful in numbers. Captain can’t be bribed, he’s holding too much pleasure at getting to kill them. She turns her attention to the room. Furnishings similar to normal houses. This place is not designed to hold prisoners. No windows, but that could mean…

She spots the rafter leading into the next room. An easy way out without being spotted on the floor, but she needs a way out of these chains once the guards leave, and quickly. Until she’s out of these shackles and has you in sight this needs to be silent, or risk your safety. Her stomach is tightening as she knows there’s about to be who knows how many minutes between when she escapes and when she finds you. The unknown of what these guards could do (she knows what men do) is leaving a rock in her stomach that she now needs to ignore to figure a way-

You suddenly fling yourself into her lap, cupping her cheek and pressing your mouth into hers, hard. Her eyes fly open, everything in the room halting to silence. Even the two guards near the door glance at each other with uncomfortable confusion. Taigen’s giving you two the most judgmental side eye mixed with disbelief.

She tried to flinch away on instinct at the sudden action, but your lips follow hers. Your tongue pried her mouth open, and she almost kicks you off because DOVE. RIGHT NOW?! NOT THE PLACE OR TIME.

She feels a smooth weight fall into her mouth, and her throat closes up instinctually to not swallow it.

You’re ripped away from her, half dragged half carried out the door. You flash her a certain look as you’re taken away, before going back to flailing and hitting the guard. She keeps her lips clenched tight, glaring at them as they leave. When the last guard shuts the door Taigen turns to her. “You can’t even say anything? You know what they’re going to do-“

He falls into stunned silence when the shackles key slips out of her mouth, clenched between her teeth.

“Holy shit…” he murmurs. Shaking his head back into the moment, he quickly shuffles over and turns his back to her so she can spit the key into his bound hands.

Mizu’s eyes slide back toward the door.

“I fucking love that woman.”

Chains gone.

Grab Sword.

Detach hand.

Tune out screaming.

Throw a giggling dove over shoulder.

Kick down door.

Run off into the night.

….

Remember to tell dove how clever that was.

[portgasmalia]

ʚ 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗞𝗧𝗢𝗕𝗘𝗥 𝗡𝗢. 𝟮 ɞ | roronoa zoro.

𝖋𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: roronoa zoro & fem!reader 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌: nsfw content (mdni), bondage, blindfolded, weapon usage like swords play to increase senses, might be a little blood if you squint, orgasm denial, teasing, usage of swords again just for my own sake 𝖍𝖎 𝖎'𝖒 𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖆: first, i wanted to write this about trafalgar law, but lets be honest, babyboy zoro is the swordsman for such writings. so, number two of my kinktober drabbles which I'm just throwing out because i have no list prepared before the month, but i will make one after. well, enjoy lol

the world around you was a spongy mass of black shadows, the thick fabric of the bandana taking away your sight. your eyes were useless, and you could only focus on the situation with the remaining senses. but mostly, the responses of your body were what he aimed for. wrists messily bound together over your head, denying you any kind of resistance against the tactics, he chose to use tonight. he chuckled as your body tried to twitch away from the first interaction, and you truly attempted to imagine what his beautiful, but sadistic smirk could look like.

both corners lifted? maybe just one? which of the three beloved weapons was it that he was using to ignite a spark of fear inside of your stomach. increasing the deep pleasures of his cruel, yet careful treatment. he would never hurt you, not even the slightest cut was relevant to receive what he wanted.

zoro loved to experience with you, seeing what kind of unknown kinks you have and how crazy the ideas could be. it was actually a sweet moment, when he used the brain cells of his tired head to think about your pleasure. the solid lilac hilt held between his thick fingers, zoro wielded enma like the professional swordsman he was. but this time, not to inflict wounds on an enemy.

with the back of the blade, avoiding using the sharp side and accidentally cutting your smooth skin when your body offered him any kind of reaction, the vice-captain of the straw hat crew brushed the cold metal against the inside of your thigh. shivers spread along your body in merely seconds, the change of temperature almost a tad too much to handle in combination with not being able to see. "does that feel good, princess?"

zoro's usual deep voice got raspier, an intense sound and attractive tone that immediately made your legs twitch. an attempt to close them, clench them together as the warm walls of your pussy hugged tighter around nothing. closing them without your lover's permission was not an option. you repeatedly nodded, wanting and needing more. another hour of feeling zoro's swords caress along your exposed body would coax an orgasm out of your tightened chest. but his hands, the swordsman's fingers were undeniably a better option to reach the climax faster.

the simple problem of that request? tonight wasn't yours to decide. it did not matter if you were quivering, shaking uncontrollably, or begging so sweetly. the restrains on your wrists, and the bandana across your eyes would keep you down, tied to the place and allowing zoro to move at his pace. painfully slow, almost tiring. "do you want more?" the green-haired man asked, not even waiting a second to hear the answer. turning the sword in his hand a quarter around, zoro carefully but undeniably eagerly pressed the flat side of enma against your pulsating clit. the temperature of the metal felt like ice, freezing against your glistening folds.

a loud and long moan rolled off your tongue too easily, and infected the smile on zoro's mouth with pride. for him, it was unchallenging to coax out the needy sounds. the simplest task at least. zoro scoffed when the moans slipped past your tight-smiling lips. "if enma is enough to please you, i could tear you apart then," he chuckled, a certain sound of darkness and mischief mixed together in his deep laugh. lifting the blade, his gaze stayed glued to where the metal connected with your sweet clit. your juices covered your folds and thin strings followed the movements of enma, keeping a connection between his sword and his lover.

“covering my sword in your juices,” zoro informed you about the happenings around you, reminding himself multiple times that his bandana was used as a blindfold. as if enma came up with the worst teasing methods if not used on the battlefield, zoro suddenly had an idea. in quick motions, he tapped the cold blade of his sword against your wet clit and folds again, but this time, only a couple of seconds before lifting and repeating the same movements. an identical gesture to him holding his thick shaft in his hand and slapping your pussy with his red tip.

“give me one, i know you can do it.” zoro instructed, slapping your wet folds with the flat side of emma’s blade repeatedly. oh without a doubt would he brag about those interactions to Luffy and Sanji later, a smirk on his face.

[sabokunsmalia]

ʚ 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗞𝗧𝗢𝗕𝗘𝗥 𝗡𝗢. 𝟮 ɞ | roronoa zoro.

𝖋𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: roronoa zoro & fem!reader 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌: nsfw content (mdni), bondage, blindfolded, weapon usage like swords play to increase senses, might be a little blood if you squint, orgasm denial, teasing, usage of swords again just for my own sake 𝖍𝖎 𝖎'𝖒 𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖆: first, i wanted to write this about trafalgar law, but lets be honest, babyboy zoro is the swordsman for such writings. so, number two of my kinktober drabbles which I'm just throwing out because i have no list prepared before the month, but i will make one after. well, enjoy lol

the world around you was a spongy mass of black shadows, the thick fabric of the bandana taking away your sight. your eyes were useless, and you could only focus on the situation with the remaining senses. but mostly, the responses of your body were what he aimed for. wrists messily bound together over your head, denying you any kind of resistance against the tactics, he chose to use tonight. he chuckled as your body tried to twitch away from the first interaction, and you truly attempted to imagine what his beautiful, but sadistic smirk could look like.

both corners lifted? maybe just one? which of the three beloved weapons was it that he was using to ignite a spark of fear inside of your stomach. increasing the deep pleasures of his cruel, yet careful treatment. he would never hurt you, not even the slightest cut was relevant to receive what he wanted.

zoro loved to experience with you, seeing what kind of unknown kinks you have and how crazy the ideas could be. it was actually a sweet moment, when he used the brain cells of his tired head to think about your pleasure. the solid lilac hilt held between his thick fingers, zoro wielded enma like the professional swordsman he was. but this time, not to inflict wounds on an enemy.

with the back of the blade, avoiding using the sharp side and accidentally cutting your smooth skin when your body offered him any kind of reaction, the vice-captain of the straw hat crew brushed the cold metal against the inside of your thigh. shivers spread along your body in merely seconds, the change of temperature almost a tad too much to handle in combination with not being able to see. "does that feel good, princess?"

zoro's usual deep voice got raspier, an intense sound and attractive tone that immediately made your legs twitch. an attempt to close them, clench them together as the warm walls of your pussy hugged tighter around nothing. closing them without your lover's permission was not an option. you repeatedly nodded, wanting and needing more. another hour of feeling zoro's swords caress along your exposed body would coax an orgasm out of your tightened chest. but his hands, the swordsman's fingers were undeniably a better option to reach the climax faster.

the simple problem of that request? tonight wasn't yours to decide. it did not matter if you were quivering, shaking uncontrollably, or begging so sweetly. the restrains on your wrists, and the bandana across your eyes would keep you down, tied to the place and allowing zoro to move at his pace. painfully slow, almost tiring. "do you want more?" the green-haired man asked, not even waiting a second to hear the answer. turning the sword in his hand a quarter around, zoro carefully but undeniably eagerly pressed the flat side of enma against your pulsating clit. the temperature of the metal felt like ice, freezing against your glistening folds.

a loud and long moan rolled off your tongue too easily, and infected the smile on zoro's mouth with pride. for him, it was unchallenging to coax out the needy sounds. the simplest task at least. zoro scoffed when the moans slipped past your tight-smiling lips. "if enma is enough to please you, i could tear you apart then," he chuckled, a certain sound of darkness and mischief mixed together in his deep laugh. lifting the blade, his gaze stayed glued to where the metal connected with your sweet clit. your juices covered your folds and thin strings followed the movements of enma, keeping a connection between his sword and his lover.

“covering my sword in your juices,” zoro informed you about the happenings around you, reminding himself multiple times that his bandana was used as a blindfold. as if enma came up with the worst teasing methods if not used on the battlefield, zoro suddenly had an idea. in quick motions, he tapped the cold blade of his sword against your wet clit and folds again, but this time, only a couple of seconds before lifting and repeating the same movements. an identical gesture to him holding his thick shaft in his hand and slapping your pussy with his red tip.

“give me one, i know you can do it.” zoro instructed, slapping your wet folds with the flat side of emma’s blade repeatedly. oh without a doubt would he brag about those interactions to Luffy and Sanji later, a smirk on his face.

[theravenclawlover]

🎃Kinktober Day 24🎃

Day Prompt: Threesome or moresome/Bukkake/Gore

Word Count: 611

Warnings: +18 (MDNI), orgy babes, female reader, kind of poly!marauders, sexual content, mentions of drinking, mentions of many orgasms, very lewd content, and my writing obvi.

A/N: This is criminally short, but honestly, this is just a blurb of a fic that I've been wanting to write. it came to me in a dream, and let me tell you...I woke up shocked.

Sirius Black x F!Reader

It had been the heat of the moment, that was for sure, but you didn’t think no one was going to be regretting the actions anytime soon or at all. You should have known that when Sirius—your dearest boyfriend of four years—had brought up a silly game of twenty questions mixed with truth or dare that thing could get out of hand. And drinking didn’t help either.

Not even an hour into the game all of you were now naked on your and Sirius’ bed. The apartment you two shared with Remus, James, and Lily was now filled with moans and groans which made it sound like a whorehouse. And if anyone walked in or apparated to the apartment, they would see from the open bedroom door as you and Lily sucked off Remus who laid between you both in the middle of the bed while you both were on your knees at each side of the bed as Sirius fucked into you like an animal in heat and James did the very same to Lily. Only moments ago you had been fucked into orgasm by James while you watched Lily squirt all over both Remus and Sirius as they fucked her. You had been the one to kiss and praise into her ear as did so. But right now you couldn’t talk much as Sirius fucked in and out of you swiftly, cock stretching you like you haven’t had three dicks fuck you however they wanted. Like you haven’t cum more times than you could count.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum again,” moaned Remus as his hands dug into your and Lily’s hair. Both of your tongues were fighting to get a taste of his precum, his hands could only guide you to deep throat his cock every so often because neither of you could moan, suck, and kiss one another without losing concentration due to one or more of those overwhelming actions.

“Please,” you both moaned against his tip. Above you both, James and Sirius were groaning and moaning at the wanton sounds and lewd images in front of them. And Remus let out a louder whine when your hand stroked him faster and Lily’s hand went to play with his tightening balls.

Ropes of cum landed on your awaiting tongues, cheeks, nose, hair, and on your hands as Remus gripped at your hair, both of you moaning at the sound of him.

“That’s a good boy,” chuckled Sirius. Remus, though spent, still flipped him off before letting his hand rest on your back, fingers twitching as his body slowly regained its full control.

Both you and Lily let go of Remus and turned to one another. You met in a kiss, sharing Remus' cum with each other, moaning wantonly at the lewd act. She pulled back first to let out a gasp as James began to fuck her faster. In that second, Sirius leaned down, back pressed against you—Remus’ hand trapped there, not like he cared—and whispered into your ear, “Enjoying it, darling? After all, this was your little secret desire.”

You blushed before nodding your head.

“I am, I think we all are, really,” you said quietly, a small whine escaping you as Remus’ fingers began to play with your clit just as he had moved to kiss Lily who was about to cum for the unknown number of times of the night. “Thank you for letting it happen.”

“My pleasure, love,” he said, a bite to your shoulder followed by a sharp thrust. “Now, how about you cum for me one more time so I can finally fuck my cum into you again?”

[imtherain]

Wish You Were Here

It me

Life sucks a lot right now but we’re still trucking, so that’s why this is kinda bittersweet.

Warnings: Phone sex, 2nd person tense (that means ‘you’), missing someone, distance, mutual masturbation, AFAB reader

Anywho

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Simon was away a lot.

It was how his job was. You knew that before you agreed to try anyway. He told you there would be times when he might not be able to reach out for weeks at a time. Months even. He assured you that no news was good news. Told you if the worst did happen, his tags were to be sent to you.

It was especially hard because you had to wait for him to reach out first, as he very rarely kept the same number for long. Part of the job. You had accepted that too. 

Sometimes you'd wake to a text that had wandered in when you were sleeping. Usually it was a few words, sometimes more. The most common were things like "thinking about you", "miss you", and your favorite, "be back soon". 

If he caught you during the day, you were always sure to message back right away. Sometimes you watched your phone for hours, just so you wouldn't miss the chance to tell him you missed him too. 

You around, love?

It was 10pm and you had just gotten out of the shower. Still wrapped in your towel, you felt your heart ache and swell with all the emotions you always felt when an unknown number sent you sweet things. 

For you? Always

You didn't expect a reply, you very rarely got one, but you knew he almost always saw what you sent him before the number disappeared again. 

But this time, the phone rang. 

"Simon?" You couldn't help the way your voice came out a little bit strangled.

"Hey," his voice was low, like he was trying not to be heard. 

"Are you ok?" 

"Golden," you could hear the smile in his voice. "Just really wanted to hear your voice," 

"I miss you," You said. "Are you coming home soon?"

"Not sure when I'll be back, got a little more to do here." He admitted. You hummed, not trusting your voice not to waiver if you told him that's ok. It had to be ok, but it always went down your throat too hard.

"How's the weather?" 

"Tell me what you're doing," he commanded instead. 

"Right now? I'm talking to my favorite human in the whole world." You smiled as he grunted and you were almost positive he blushed. "But before that I just hopped out of the shower. Still standing here in the towel," you told him. A small groan escaped him.

"Tell me more," his voice was thick. 

"You alone, sweetheart?" You ask with a mischievous grin. 

"Affirmative," voice still hushed.

"Good, then I can tell you how just hearing your voice sent shivers down my spine," you purred into the phone. "And now my body is all warm and tingly, and I'm having trouble not taking this towel off and touching myself," 

"Christ," he cursed. "Be a good girl for me and go get comfortable on the bed yeah? I wanna hear all about it,"

"Sure," you smiled into the phone, unsure how long this would last before he had to go, but thrilled anyway to have the moment. 

"You good?" Simon's voice was almost begging already and you wondered if his team knew how desperate he got for you. He wanted you to feel good at all costs. He would do anything you asked. If he got off in the end too? That was just a bonus.

"I'm laying down now, the towels across the pillows though because my hair is still wet," you admitted. 

"Bet you're a sight to see, all laid out," you heard him shift, his tac vest brushing against his shirt. "Will you touch yourself for me, baby?"

"Where should I touch first?" 

"Play with your breasts for me," he said. He always played with your chest first, teasing your nipples to sharp points with his tongue, kneading the flesh with his hands. 

You moaned for him, perhaps louder than you needed to, but from the way his breath hitched it was worth it. 

"Where next?" You breathed. 

"I think you know," his voice was tight, like he was trying not to give himself away. 

"But my fingers aren't nearly as good as yours," you pouted, stroking his ego. Truthfully, you could get yourself off just fine, you had lots of practice. But with Simon? It was a whole other experience. 

He always seemed to pull your soul from your body and slide it back in with his tongue. 

"Hush now," he chides gently. "I'd do it but I'm a bit far, ain't I?" 

"Ok, I'll try," but you were grinning. You made sure to gasp for him when your fingers brushed through your folds, grazing your clit once. 

"Tell me," 

"The thought of you has me wet already," you admitted. "My fingers are already coated and they slide so easily," another gasp as a shudder runs through you. 

"Fuck," he whispers. You wondered if he'd touch himself too or if he wasn't in a place where that would be doable. 

"I'm rubbing my clit now, tight little circles," gasped. "Like you always do," 

"If I was there right now I'd do it with my tongue," he growled. You mewled for him. "You'd like that, huh?"

"More than anything, Simon," you said his name like a title. Like the most important word in your vocabulary. You heard him shift and the sound of a zipper. "Are you going to touch yourself for me too?" 

"Gonna fuck my fist, thinking of your pretty little pussy spasming around your fingers…and around my cock," you felt a blush race like wild fire all along your skin. The room was too hot. 

"Fuck," you whined. "I'm close already," 

"Go on, let me hear you," but you weren't quite that far. You had the phone on speaker and you moved it along your body so it could pick up on the lewd sounds of your fingers working through your slick folds. "Baby," he moaned. 

You moved the phone up to your face again. 

"Can you hear how wet I am?" You asked almost innocently. 

"Fuck, of course I can," you could hear him moving, the way his breath came out in hard pants. Just the image of him hiding in the shadows somewhere, a back room, a shed, with his cock out and his hand wrapped around it…the image made it impossible for that coil inside you not to snap. 

You whined out his name as you came, working yourself a little bit longer until your legs were shaking. Not nearly as far as he would have pushed you, but far enough. 

You heard him grunt again, curse lowly, and then sign. 

"Did you cum too, love?" You asked. 

"Right here on the floor…yeah," he sounded like he hadn't meant to make the mess there. 

"Oops," you giggled. You heard him shuffle again, tucking himself away.

"I shouldn't stay on much longer, I'm due to relieve watch," 

"Ok," but you sounded sad. 

"Hey Pretty?" He asked. 

"Yes, Simon?" 

"I miss you," 

"I miss you too," you felt tears prick in the back of your throat. "You really are ok right?" 

"No injuries here," he assured you. "And the phone sex helped the other bit," there was that smile in his voice again. 

"I wish you were here," You told him. 

“I know,”

"Nothing smells like you anymore," now some tears fell freely. You shouldn't have said anything, knowing he'd feel guilty for making you miss him. 

"I'll be back soon, couple weeks tops." He promised. 

"Ok," You relented. 

"Love you," he said softly. He didn't say it often so when he did it made your heart flutter like a million tiny birds. 

"I love you more," you whispered back. 

"I gotta go now," 

"Ok," you waited for the line to close before pulling the phone away from your head. A sob tore through your chest because it wasn't fair. You didn't want to have to miss him like this. But you also knew you'd signed up for it when you hitched your wagon to the stars that are Simon Riley. 

And while it hurt now, that bittersweet ache was worth it. 

The missing him always was. 

[Masterlist]

[prism-stone-planet]

A new character for Aipri, Rinrin Shinomiya, has been revealed.

A 2nd year middle schooler at Paradise Academy with a slightly sharp tongue. She’s the student council’s secretary and good at analyzing data. She’s delighted when she sees a beautiful string of numbers. She’s said to be good at fortune telling but it’s unknown if her predictions actually turn out to be true.

She’s voiced by Misaki Watada (Delmin from Show by Rock).

[lord-morpheus-ravens]

I absolutely adore your work!! Could I request number 4 from the soft fic prompt list? Only if it sparks joy ❤️

Hiya nonny!! Sorry for the very late reply but I've been writing my thesis (and loving it, but it does leave very little room for anything else). Let's see if I can come up with something short and sweet for prompt 4. Neck kisses!

When Hob finally surfaced from his single-minded haze of grading, of poorly hand-written essays (cursive literacy might be the hill he had chosen to not-die on, but it was still a pain in the arse to have to sift through pages upon pages of shaky chicken scrawl) and weakly debated points, the light in the living room had dimmed, and the sofa clung to the shirt at his back like a second skin.

He unstuck himself and stretched, dropping the papers on the glass table before he stood, vaguely fancying a cup of tea, or perhaps a little water. Without bothering with his slippers, he crossed the hall, popping his spine as he went. The flat smelled like rain, clean rain, not the heavy, polluted kind he hadn't quite gotten used to in the 21st Century, and Hob smiled, peering inside the kitchen to find that at some point between noon and whatever hour of the evening this was, Dream had let himself into his home.

It was good that he no longer asked permission.

He was wearing one of Hob's shirts, the dear thing, and the neckline hung low and loose, exposing the smooth curve of a pale shoulder as Dream floated about the kitchen like a particularly sweet ghost, poking inside each and every cupboard like it contained the answers to all the questions of the universe. And he was singing -humming a gentle little tune under his breath, light and thoughtless and so achingly beautiful Hob found himself hovering by the doorway, just listening.

It was somehow at once familiar and unknown, like a half-forgotten lullaby, ancient and new, dotted with the sound of clinking china and Dream's catlike steps, the sound of home. Warmth bloomed inside Hob's chest, wetting his eyes, and his initial weariness fled him like he'd just woken from a long night of deep sleep.

"Hello, Hob," Dream said softly, and though his back was turned Hob knew he was smiling his shy little smile.

Breaking out of his mesmerised stupor, Hob rushed across the kitchen and gathered his lover's thin, unyielding body in his arms, pressed a kiss to the nearest cheekbone and took the honeypot from Dream's hand so they could twine their fingers. "Hello, my heart," he whispered, suddenly overwhelmed with affection for this otherwordly creature who had taken time out of his impossible duties to come and make tea for him. "It's so good to see you."

He reinforced the point by trailing his lips along the delicate shape of Dream's ear, pausing just beneath to touch his tongue to that sweet spot that always took the breath from him. Dream shivered, melting into his embrace, and raised his free hand to pet Hob's hair. "So I... ah... so I gathered."

Already half-drunk on the scent of him, petrichor and sugar and the sharp sting of star-matter, Hob parted his mouth just so and dropped slow, questing kisses along the white line of Dream's neck, so graciously exposed by his own ratty T-shirt (turned an obliging black to suit the wearer's tastes). Dream's blunt nails dug into his scalp at the tease, and Hob sucked a short-lived bruise into the tender skin in retaliation, splayed his palm over his beloved's stomach just to feel it quiver with tension.

"Come here, Dream, dove," he murmured, urging him to turn around so he could lift him onto the counter by the thighs; Dream's lashes fluttered over the ever-wet blue of his eyes, and he went easily, light as a feather, reaching for him arms and legs. "Christ, I'm the luckiest bastard in the universe."

Dream's huffing chuckle faded into a whine as Hob set his lips back over the curve of his throat, worrying the skin with his teeth. "I love you so much, sweetheart."

Throwing his head back to meet him with an arched spine, Dream folded himself around him and hung on, digging suddenly-boot-free heels at the small of his back. His cool hands fluttered restlessly about his body, finally finding purchase around the strands of his hair. "The tea," he panted, rolling their hips together even as he lifted Hob's face from the cradle of his neck. "The tea will get cold."

Hob cupped the dear face with gentle fingers and kissed his open mouth softly. "I will drink it cold," he promised. "And I will love it."

I hope you liked it!! It's a bit spicier than my usual, but the prompt WAS neck kisses, so...

[transgenderer]

The musculature of the short-beaked echidna has a number of unusual aspects. The panniculus carnosus, an enormous muscle just beneath the skin, covers the entire body.[45] By contraction of various parts of the panniculus carnosus, the short-beaked echidna can change shape, the most characteristic shape change being achieved by rolling itself into a ball when threatened, so protecting its belly and presenting a defensive array of sharp spines. It has one of the shortest spinal cords of any mammal, extending only as far as the thorax.[46] Whereas the human spinal cord ends at the first or second lumbar vertebra, for the echidna it occurs at the seventh thoracic vertebra. The shorter spinal cord is thought to allow flexibility to enable wrapping into a ball.[47]

The panniculus carnosus is a part of the subcutaneous tissues in vertebrates. It is a layer of striated muscle deep to the panniculus adiposus.[1] In humans, the platysma muscle of the neck, palmaris brevis in the hand, and the dartos muscle in the scrotum are described as a discrete muscle of the panniculus carnosus. Some of the muscles of facial expression in the head are part of the panniculus carnosus. In other parts of the body, the layer is vestigial, and may be absent or may exist only as microscopic, disconnected fibers.

The musculature of the face, jaw and tongue is specialised for feeding. The tongue is the animal's sole means of catching prey, and can protrude up to 180 mm (7 in) outside the snout.[22] The snout's shape, resembling a double wedge, gives it a significant mechanical advantage in generating a large moment, so makes it efficient for digging to reach prey or to build a shelter.[48] The tongue is sticky because of the presence of glycoprotein-rich mucus, which both lubricates movement in and out of the snout and helps to catch ants and termites, which adhere to it. The tongue is protruded by contracting circular muscles that change the shape of the tongue and force it forwards and contracting two genioglossal muscles attached to the caudal end of the tongue and to the mandible. The protruded tongue is stiffened by a rapid flow of blood, which allows it to penetrate wood and soil. Retraction requires the contraction of two internal longitudinal muscles, known as the sternoglossi. When the tongue is retracted, the prey is caught on backward-facing keratinous "teeth", located along the roof of the buccal cavity, allowing the animal both to capture and grind food.[26][49] The tongue moves with great speed, and has been measured to move in and out of the snout 100 times a minute.[22][50] This is partly achieved through the elasticity of the tongue and the conversion of elastic potential energy into kinetic energy.[49] The tongue is very flexible, particularly at the end, allowing it to bend in U-turns and catch insects attempting to flee in their labyrinthine nests or mounds.[51] The tongue also has an ability to avoid picking up splinters while foraging in logs; the factors behind this ability are unknown.[49] It can eat quickly; a specimen of around 3 kg (6.6 lb) can ingest 200 g (7.1 oz) of termites in 10 minutes.[52]

The echidna's stomach is quite different from other mammals. It is devoid of secretory glands and has a cornified stratified epithelium, which resembles horny skin. Unlike other mammals, which typically have highly acidic stomachs, the echidna has low levels of acidity, almost neutral, with pH in the 6.2–7.4 range. The stomach is elastic, and gastric peristalsis grinds soil particulates and shredded insects together. Digestion occurs in the small intestine, which is around 3.4 m (11 ft) in length. Insect exoskeletons and soil are not digested, being ejected in the waste.[52]

The leathery snout is keratinised and covered in mechano- and thermoreceptors, which provide information about the surrounding environment.[57][60] These nerves protrude through microscopic holes at the end of the snout,[61] which also has mucus glands on the end that act as electroreceptors. Echidnas can detect electric fields of 1.8 mV/cm—1000 times more sensitive than humans—and dig up buried batteries.[62] A series of push rods protrude from the snout. These are columns of flattened, spinous cells, with roughly an average diameter of 50 micrometres (0.0020 in) and a length of 300 micrometres (0.012 in). The number of push rods per square millimetre of skin is estimated to be 30 to 40.[63]Longitudinal waves are believed to be picked up and transmitted through the rods, acting as mechanical sensors, to allow prey detection.[64]

Numerous physiological adaptations aid the lifestyle of the short-beaked echidna. Because the animal burrows, it must tolerate very high levels of carbon dioxide in inspired air, and will voluntarily remain in situations where carbon dioxide concentrations are high. It can dig up to a metre into the ground to retrieve ants or evade predators, and can survive with low oxygen when the area is engulfed by bushfires. The echidna can also dive underwater, which can help it to survive sudden floods. During these situations, the heart rate drops to around 12 beats per minute, around one-fifth of the rate at rest. This process is believed to save oxygen for the heart and brain, which are the most sensitive organs to such a shortage; laboratory testing has revealed the echidna's cardiovascular system is similar to that of the seal.[38] Following the devastation of a bushfire, echidnas can compensate for the lack of food by reducing their daytime body temperature and activity through use of torpor, for a period of up to three weeks.[53]

A well-developed olfactory system may be used to detect mates and prey. A highly sensitive optic nerve has been shown to have visual discrimination and spatial memory comparable to those of a rat.[65] The brain and central nervous system have been extensively studied for evolutionary comparison with placental mammals, particularly with its fellow monotreme, the platypus.[66][67] The average brain volume is 25 ml (0.88 imp fl oz; 0.85 US fl oz), similar to a cat of approximately the same size;[68] while the platypus has a largely smooth brain, the echidna has a heavily folded and fissured, gyrencephalic brain similar to humans, which is seen as a sign of a highly neurologically advanced animal. The cerebral cortex is thinner, and the brain cells are larger and more densely packed and organised in the echidna than the platypus, suggesting evolutionary divergence must have occurred long ago. Almost half of the sensory area in the brain is devoted to the snout and tongue, and the part devoted to smell is relatively large compared to other animals.[69]

The short-beaked echidna has the largest prefrontal cortex relative to body size of any mammal,[66] taking up 50% of the volume in comparison to 29% for humans.[70] This part of the brain in humans is thought to be used for planning and analytical behaviour, leading to debate as to whether the echidna has reasoning and strategising ability.[70][71] Experiments in a simple maze and with a test on opening a trap door to access food, and the echidna's ability to remember what it has learnt for over a month, has led scientists to conclude its learning ability is similar to that of a cat or a rat.[72]

The solitary short-beaked echidna looks for a mate between May and September;[27] the precise timing of the mating season varies with geographic location.[93] In the months before the mating season, the size of the male's testes increases by a factor of three or more before spermatogenesis occurs.[94] Both males and females give off a strong, musky odour during the mating season, by turning their cloacas inside out and wiping them on the ground, secreting a glossy liquid believed to be an aphrodisiac.[42] During courtship—observed for the first time in 1989—males locate and pursue females. Trains of up to 10 males, often with the youngest and smallest male at the end of the queue,[95] may follow a single female in a courtship ritual that may last for up to four weeks; the duration of the courtship period varies with location.[22][96] During this time, they forage for food together, and the train often changes composition, as some males leave and other join the pursuit.[95] In cooler parts of their range, such as Tasmania, females may mate within a few hours of arousal from hibernation.[97]

Before mating, the male smells the female, paying particular attention to the cloaca. This process can take a few hours, and the female can reject the suitor by rolling herself into a ball.[94] After prodding and sniffing her back,[94] the male is often observed to roll the female onto her side and then assume a similar position himself so the two animals are abdomen to abdomen, having dug a small crater in which to lie. They can lie with heads facing one another, or head to rear.[98] If more than one male is in the vicinity, fighting over the female may occur.[98] Each side of the bilaterally symmetrical, rosette-like, four-headed penis (similar to that of reptiles and 7 centimetres (2.8 in) in length) is used alternately, with the other half being shut down between ejaculations. Sperm bundles of around 100 each appear to confer increased sperm motility, which may provide the potential for sperm competition between males.[98][99] This process takes between a half and three hours.[98] Each mating results in the production of a single egg, and females are known to mate only once during the breeding season; each mating is successful.[100]

[solarstqrs]

᯾𝘽𝘼𝘿 𝙄𝘿𝙀𝘼᯾

Ex!kuki shinobu x (fem) reader

𝙣𝙨𝙛𝙬 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙙𝙣𝙞!!

cw: Drunk reader drunk sex overstim mention in the end fingering t.it sucking crying multiple petnames.

𝙖/𝙣 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 𝙥𝙞𝙚𝙘𝙚 𝙞 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙢𝙖𝙤 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙪𝙮𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮(ᗒᗣᗕ)՞


“Fuck..” you groaned gripping your messy locks waking up to your ex next to you in your bed

“THE FUCK?!-“

you yelped back before realising how hungover you were holding your head. You looked through your phone contacts trying to rember what happened last night

…

you sobbed your hormones going crazy you hadn’t had sex in months after how good your ex made you feel

And honestly you were still heartbroken that she left you for unknown reasons

You tsked grabbing the nearest wine bottle or even Vodkha to ease the pain.

Yet all it did was make you worse and made your sexual desire somehow grow more same as your emotional pain. “AH TO HELL WITH THIS!”

you still had her contact number unblocked so it was a bad idea calling her up? You wouldnt know but it would be well worth it if you were lucky enough..

“Hm..That you princess? I’ve been expected you for awhile” her voice spoke over the phone possibily a flat out lie by the way she slurred her voice all sultry just for you.

She was still a flirt even if you broke up.

“need you s’much..” you whined at the other end of the line

Her horase voice chuckled and you could feel your abdomen heat up even more (somehow..)

“You should be glad im in town princess. I ran off last time whats got you so worked up?” you could just feel her signature eye grin in her cat-like eyes. They were corrupted purple evil ready to bite at anymoment you gave her the chance too.

“I..uhm missed you.” your voice called out pathetically imagining those stagelights peering down on you.

“hmhm~ ill be over princess.” she chuckled deeply you still couldnt get over that deep yet confident voice she had against you or anyone in her wake. She perfectly could make you feel like her eyes gazed on you scanning every crevce to call you adorable or her words were edging you already making you weak to your knees.

And moments later the two knocks you so desperatly heard came and her figure stood over yours towering what little logic you had left in your dumbed drunken mind. Its quite upsetting you couldnt get any of your drunken words in of how you missed and craved every part of her. Like her green messy locks you gripped everytime her mouth glided over your slit licking it all up. Or the time when she boredly scared at your tearful eyes or her razor sharp teeth she hid under that mask of hers.

Those pearly whites you saw back in those days were nothing holy instead it felt like a giant murder was taking place in your neck and thighs at the time while she was addicted to the high she got from biting you. Enough about her before you go onto the tattoo and ramble about more because…

Rationality left both your brains. She pushed you up against the wall near your door shutting it with a loud bang that could startle anyone nearby but not you two. Reaching underneath your shirt undoing your bra as fast as she could her eyes bore into yours ignoring the obvious ‘bang!’ from earlier.

“tsk tsk. what did i say about looking away.”she smirked knowing its an old memory you forced your way to locking up

“you uhm..” grumbling you ponder for so long your head started to spin

She chuckled and ended it off with a tit squeeze she couldnt be too mean afterall..You both had just came back together for a day.

Honestly you both were desperate for some fucking like rabid fucking animals. ‘Fuck it was a bad idea’ you telling yourself that could somewhat reassure the attachment you had this woman since you missed her touch you missed the way her kisses made you feel the way her tongue worked all of it they felt electrifying by the way they sent you into the air spinning in a daze.

“Fuck princess you’ve kept me waiting for so long you know i wondered when you would call me up again” she chuckled she was honestly done and looking for some fun afterall the arataki gang can be oh so stressful. She wanted to suck the life and love out of you just like the emotional vampire she is.

Yet you wondered that every passing moment you rembered her fingers deep inside like a bicycle and roughly filling you however; your fingers couldn’t match the way hers made you feel they were just too thin in your mind compared to her fingers. Hypnotizing as she is she obviously had to feel good enough to get such a hidden desire from you.

“baby..you look so pathetic like this”

she started with a harsh smile her mask no longer hiding away her oh so beautiful face. Finally small kisses emerge

She kept letting your suple lips connect to hers with small spit connecting each one. One hand falling (finally) to your waist squeezing the flesh in sort of dominance letting you see stars before she parted from your lips bitting your neck softly now

“Dont cover your pretty mouth baby. I want to hear you.” she chuckled looking at her small handy work she started leaving on your neck and jawline.

You didnt realise how you instincivly covered your mouth with a hapless sigh you nodded not wanting to disappoint her again. you decide to neck hug her so she would get to the main event already.

But honestly she wanted to tease you more you could see it in her shit eating grin.

“Cmon princess why dont we take this upstaires..” her voice right directly next to your ear. It felt so sensual honestly it was like standing inside a waterfall or falling victim to the beauty of natures earthly moments of sound.

she chuckled once you meekly nodded into her shoulder while she brang you to your room pulling off your pants now and your shirt (fully now) exposing your naked tits to the air.

“You’re soaked lovely.” you could just feel a snarky remark bubbling in your throat but this is a day of saying fuck you.

she smiled rubbing your clothed clit two fingers already…and waiting to reaching down to suck the fuck out of your clit while she ready’s herself to eat you out making your thighs clench in want.

“ nobu..’”

you whined all she did was send a smirk that made your body shiver even more in arousal

“Say it love.”

you shook your head in desperation she chuckled dryly she was so amused in this state you were in.

“I know its been awhile princess but you have to say it.”

you gave up and gripped her arms

“Need your fingers and tongue so bad please.”

You finally mustered it out embarssed she laughed at your flustered state and smirked

She pulled your panties to the side finally placing in one digit yet it still filled you with ecstasy you groaned in pleasure your tit still being squeezed by shinobus other hand

“Fuck princess your tight even after one…Guess someone forgot how to take my fingers.”

she sighed smugly leaning down to kiss you her finger moving paticularly fast to produce more slick so you could take another readying you for her long ass tongue that was way bigger than her fingers in comparision.

Yet her patience was thin now she placed a second digit inside anyways just to see your pretty face writhe in pleasure and possibily for her own sadist desires.

She smiled at your shaking figure as tears formed in the conners of your eyes your voice getting louder and louder feeling her perfect fingers stretch you out now. Being drunk without a coherent thought your tongue like red wine dripped with lies of your own

“ts’ too slow..”

Kuki smirked at you knowing a small lie in your eyes she always knew it when she was with you. She relented knowing how desperate you could be when she involved sex in your lifes.

“Shh..its okay baby you can cum quicker now.”

You setting your voice down somehow yet you were still breathing heavily

“Atta girl taking me so well Whos my pretty baby hm?” You whined like a bitch in heat not understanding anything and not being able to respond coherntly with words

she smiled at your dumb face even after just taking two fingers in one round its been months afterall. She smiled before noticing you squeeze tighter

“Thats right baby fall apart cmon”

Her assurance helped you c.m and let out small pants from such an amazing high

She smirked once more moving her fingers again..

Making it a long drunken night.

[hxneyhxrts]

Rain Soaked || Jake “Hangman” Seresin (Bonus- The Rest of the World Finds Out)

note: another request! i kinda meshed two of @mayhemmanaged ‘s requests together because i’m in charge and i can. thank you guys for still liking my stuff, you make my heart go brrrr

Goddamn Bradley Bradshaw.

Jake had never known Rooster to be particularly adept in the art of subtlety. Everyone had their strong suits, and Bradley’s was sharing everything about everyone all the time. It was a miracle he had kept quiet about Jake’s initial crush on Gwyn, back when he still thought it was just a crush.

So when the first text rolled in from Coyote, he knew it was only a matter of time before the floodgates opened and messages would pour in.

Coyote: I hear congratulations are in order…

Jake sucked on his teeth, and began counting to ten.

He made it to eight before the onslaught began.

Trace: Why the fuck wouldn’t you tell us you were getting married?

BOB: Congrats, friend!

Payback: Are you actually married now or is Bradshaw just fucking with me?

It was the last text that fully clued him in to just who exactly had let the cat out of the bag. He had just found Bradley’s contact, intending to ream out the mustached idiot, when a call from a number he didn’t have saved flashed across his screen. He clicked ‘decline’ without a second thought, but a text quickly chimed out before he could hit the button to call Bradley.

Unknown: Pick up the phone.

Now, normally Jake would brush off an unknown call as spam and forget about it. But spam calls didn’t follow up with demanding text messages that struck him with morbid curiosity. It was that curiosity that had him answering the phone when the second call came through.

“Hello?” he started, uncertainty lacing his tone.

“Seresin,” came the sharp male voice on the other end.

Jake’s shoulders went rigid, despite knowing there was no immediate threat. “Commander Canadee.”

Gwyn’s brother was eerily quiet for a beat, too long to be comfortable. Then his steady tone cut down the line. “I hear you have something to tell me.”

The blonde swallowed. “Well, you see, sir, I uh-”

“Hubby, I’m home!” came Gwyn’s gleeful shout as she pushed her way through the front door, grocery bag in hand. Her smile was bright and unmatched by anything else he could think of, completely oblivious to the tongue lashing he was just barely avoiding. Her eyes met his, brow furrowing at the sheer panic she saw in his expression.

“Is that her?” Mo leveled cooly from the other end of the call. Jake nodded dumbly, only realizing a second later that the other man could not see him. Still, Mo replied with, “Put her on.”

Jake held the phone out to his wife with a desperate expression, watching as her confusion morphed into annoyance as soon as she pressed the receiver to her ear. “Calling to reprimand me?” she taunted with an eyeroll.

It left Jake dumbfounded, to see her talk to her superior in this casual way, speaking to him like he really was nothing more than her older brother.

He only caught her half of the conversation, but he hoped the lighthearted scoffs and breezy “yeah, yeah, yeahs” were indication that it wasn’t going too bad. Gwyn outright laughed about two minutes into their conversation.

“I’ll be sure to pass that on,” she insisted. “Now get back to work and leave me be.” She smiled faintly before tacking on, “Love you. See you soon.”

Gwyn ended the call and tossed his phone back to him before going about putting away the few groceries she had picked up. Jake stayed rooted to his spot by the kitchen counter, watching her expectantly.

She glanced at him quickly, before returning to the task of rinsing off some produce. “Can you put the milk away?”

Jake gaped at her, mouth hanging open incredulously. “That’s it? You’re not going to tell me what he said?”

His wife cast a smug look his way. “What’s there to tell?”

“What’s there to-” Jake threw his hands up. “Was he angry? Did he shout? What did he say?”

Gwyn threw her head back in a roaring laugh. “You seem to care about his opinion quite a bit.”

The older man bristled. “Well yeah, it’s my wife’s brother, who just so happens to be a well-decorated serviceman.”

“Don’t you outrank him now?” Gwyn mused with a small smile.

Incredible. She was enjoying this. His relationship with his in-laws was in the balance, and she was enjoying it.

“That’s not the point,” he groaned, feet dragging his body across the tile until he was perched directly behind her.

Gwyn finally spared him, spinning on her heels and gazing up at him softly. “He’s not mad,” she reassured him, and the knot in his chest loosened just a fraction. “He can’t understand why you’d choose to marry a subordinate, but he’s not mad.”

A laugh punched out of him, filling the kitchen. “A subordinate, huh?”

Gwyn slid her arms around his neck. “Don’t worry, I made sure to tell him it keeps things fresh and exciting in the bedroom.”

Jake visibly paled, and wondered if he could make it to the bathroom in time to relieve the nausea creeping up his throat. “You didn’t,” he nearly begged.

His wife scoffed, pushing at his chest playfully before returning to her place at the sink. “Jake you were standing right there with me, of course I didn’t.” She threw a teasing look over her shoulder. “Besides, that’s the kind of news you break over a few drinks.”

He wanted to simultaneously kiss her and throttle her.

His wife.

The green-eyed pilot sighed, mini heart attack easing from where it had reared up. “Anything else?”

Gwyn’s fingers scrubbed over an apple as she responded, “Yeah, he wants us to have dinner with my family next week to celebrate.”

Cautious unease seeped into his stomach once again. “Your family? Meaning your siblings and…” he trailed off.

“My dad.”

A stone lodged itself in his throat. “Your dad,” he echoed, fingers twitching nervously. He steadied himself, taking a deep breath.

This wasn’t so bad. He wasn’t one who had made it to the “meeting the family stage” very often (especially not after he married a girl), but he could be charming and likable the way he always had been. And any family that had made Gwyn, his Gwyn, couldn’t be all that scary.

However, that same family had also made Mo.

No, he reasoned with himself. He would not let himself freak out over this. This wasn’t scary. In fact, he was excited to meet the man who made his wife everything she was.

So he let his shoulders fall into a much looser, relaxed posture, and smiled. “Your dad,” he repeated, calmer now. “Yeah okay. I can do that. I mean, it’s not like he’s a naval commander too, right?”

Gwyn’s laugh radiated through his bones. “God, no.”

He beamed, grabbing an apple from where she had set them out on a tea towel to dry and turning to leave the kitchen.

“He’s an admiral.”

And the nausea came rushing back.

[disgustiphage]

wrote down a bunch of pthumerian headcanons

skin tones vary from snow white, to greys and blues. they have wide mouths with sharp teeth in front with molars in back. much of what they eat is the vegetation and fungi that grows underground, and rarely meat-- since most of the animals are toxic in some way and can be difficult to properly prepare. they do regularly drink blood from each other, however, for various reasons.

they have claws but many may choose to trim them down.

eyes are typically dark, and they are accustomed to living in darkness and twilight.

completely hairless except for the scalp, though it is common enough for them to be bald here as well (whatever their sex is). hair is typically black, white, or silver.

body hair, including facial hair, is rare. more likely if they have any humans in their ancestry, but not required.

pthumerians have elongated body proportions compared to humans, particularly in the limbs and digits.

adults are often much taller than the average grown human.

pthumerians rarely die of "old age" and continue growing taller throughout their lives, though it slows down to a point that is barely perceptible after adulthood. growth rates can vary widely among individuals.

giant pthumerians aren't necessarily ancients though-- they just have wack growth rates. (either naturally, or induced by... something else)

they also have a much better sense of smell than humans do. it is said that pthumerians, especially those deeply connected to the arcane, smell naturally of lumenflowers.

humans and pthumerians are sexually compatible. pthumerians successfully reproduce at a much lower rate, though. Their naturally longer lives make it less necessary.

normally, offspring between these two should be sterile, but....

pthumerians are often physically much stronger than they appear, and use arcane magic and pyromancy much more easily than humans, but their comparatively lower population puts them at a numbers disadvantage against humans.

their language is eldritch in nature and difficult for those unaccustomed to the sounds to speak properly, or even learn. Most pthumerians can at least understand human language though, even if they can’t/won’t speak it.

pthumerians have no taboo against nudity, even among mixed sexes. clothing is worn for things like functionality, fashion, to display their rank, but isn't actually required.

some pthumerians keep giant rats as companions and service animals. they are often trained to detect hidden, forgotten traps.

they also have domestic dogs and cats, which originally came from the surface. there is the other variety of “dog” as well, with long tongues and horns and natural pyromancy. they appear to have been native to the underground, but it is unknown where they actually came from. these dogs are technically still wild and not a companion for the average pthumerian, and absolutely not for most humans. (not that they haven't tried)

[stiricidewrites]

All the Things We’ll Leave Behind: ch 32, pt 1

Previously

~

“Maybe, if we refuse to answer, they will leave,” lwj said as he glared towards the door of wwx’s house.

“They will,” jzxuan said from where he sat at the kitchen island, lazily drinking some weird smelling tea that a servant had delivered for them along with breakfast that morning—courtesy of his mother, his friend had said. She’d called him the evening before, demanding to know where he was. Apparently, she had trusted jgy’s word that he was safe for the majority of the day, before cracking when her son failed to return to their rooms yet again, giving into motherly concern and calling him.

It had been cute, watching his friend smile and laugh as he talked with her for almost an hour. It had been sweet and loving and made lwj’s heart break for his own mother, driven to an early grave by his father and the misery of their world. His scent had soured, and then jzxuan had been there, soft eyes looking into his as he bid his mother an abrupt goodnight. He hadn’t cried—there was no point in crying for his mother anymore, not when his father was just as dead and all his mother had wanted for her children was happiness and freedom.

lwj figured she’d be mostly happy to see how their lives had ended up. They might not be free, but perhaps she would have thought happiness enough? She’d be here, smiling and teasing. She and wwx would have gotten along, after she destroyed him for dating someone so young, of course. He couldn’t remember much of his mother, but he remembered those things: a sad sort of happiness, a sharp tongue and a joy for teasing and pulling pranks. His brother, unfortunately, had inherited her penchant for teasing, and for a long time he had hated it.

Then, he had met wwx. Then, it had reminded him of the home he had so rarely been allowed to visit and the happiness of childhood and love.

A fist banged against the door again and lwj really wished they would just go away. Some servant of Madam Yu, no doubt, come to drag them along to today’s mating activity—sans the omega they were supposed to be competing for. jyl had gone silent now, likely at the height of her heat and in excruciating pain. She’d sent one final text, from an unknown number, the afternoon before: Good Luck!

Luck was something they would most certainly need, if they were going to survive the collection of events Madam Yu had scheduled for the next three days. After that, assuming her daughter was fit to face the world, they would return to what were currently considered more standard mating events, which were effectively just chat sessions. Boring and unpleasant, what with all the RAAR members around, but nothing too strenuous or annoying.

The events for the next three days were going to be hell. lwj would have left, were he alone. Now, he was friends with jzxuan. His friend couldn’t leave, and lwj couldn’t leave him, so he was stuck, and life was horrible and—

[authoruio]

A regressor who pushes himself to test the limits. Mindful of the mistakes he knows he makes.

A regretful person who won't hesitate to die for something and retry for another test and trial.

Name: Mitch Reiss (Shin Mitch/신미치 He rarely uses both of his last name but he sticks to his fathers name; Reiss)

Nicknames: The Sword of Change, Regretful Regressor, Protector

Other nicknames: Mitch-nim, Team Leader-nim (JiUiRen), Idiotic Regressor (UiO), Annoying/Cold Leader (Miren), Mitchy (Neige), Purrtector (Chenya), Chevalier du roi Neige/Knight of King Neige (Rook),

Relatives: Shin Mista (sister)

Species: Human (Regressor)

An impassive man that contrast Jiyoon's laidback personality. A person ready to sacrifice anything for the sake of peace and the other people's safety, may it be his own life or the wellbeing of his immortal companion. He has a sharp tongue ready to scrutinize any mistakes or any details he finds unjust.

While he always has his guard up, getting pass his unpleasant personality, you'll find a leader who worries for your sake. He may not show it, but his gestures of simplicity can reveal his caring nature.

Hobby: Reading, Sparring

Dorm in RSA: Wouldn't disclose, seems to be in the same dorm with Neige LeBlanche

Best subject: History of Magic, PE

Worst subject: Alchemy

Club: Fencing club

Favorite food: Spicy Foods, Tteokbokki, Takoyaki

Least favorite food: overly sweet, too much salt, anything that UiO cooked

Unique (world) magic/s

"Back once again" regression

Dying lets him turn back time to any specific way he wants. People affected by time (Immortal, Transmigrator, etc) can retain their memories whenever Mitch turns back time, the others, forgetting what has happened and only remembering what they are seeing in the present.

So far he has not died in Twisted Wonderland.

REGRESSION NUMBER;; UNKNOWN

"A way to turn back"

Slashing in specific weak spot can return any abnormalities to normal, he can use it to living beings promptly making them pass out. His power significantly drains a lot of energy and a wrong slash can drain a lot than usual.

Thankfully, he has not accidentally used his power on others.

Original World: A world full of chaos. Now can't go back since the medium, UiO, is with them.

Original Worlds Alias: The monstrous sword of the prince, Cold Hero, the Witch's accomplice, The Red Traitor

--Additional Info!--

Mitch somehow finds his way to Night Raven College and usually stays at the Ramshackle to either cool off or to observe the wellbeing of the five.

He question Jiyoon why she still haven't cut ties with Vil Schoenheit after the VDC incident, he guesses that it's because related to "envy".

Him and Miren are getting along, albeit very slowly.

If he was being honest, he sees himself way more fit in NRC rather than the goodie-two-shoes RSA.

He became Neiges bodyguard after the stunt Vil pulled in VDC.

He always carry a sword to be ready in any situation needed.

The only thing Mitch likes about Miren is how good of a cook he is.

Logs that can be found:

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"Change is part of life. I guess that means well that I cannot deny it."

[coloursfalllikesnow]

Here is a Bane I used recently in one of my chronicles that perhaps others might be interested in using - it’s free to use for your chrons.

Coalmouth An ancient spirit that has been changed by the modern day, Coalmouth was created for use in a chronicle in the Appalachian mountains, but is suitable for any location that coal mining is or was common.

Rage 10, Gnosis 8, Willpower 6, Essence 60 Charms: Airt Sense, Materialize (which grants 12 health levels), Realm Sense, Re-form, Blast, Warp Reality*

(*Functions as the Nexus Crawler Warp reality charm in W20 Core, though Coalmouth is limited to affecting the surrounding landscape, such as raising or lowering temperatures or changing patches of earth to pitch, and so on.)

Materialized Stats: Attributes: Strength 5, Dexterity 6, Stamina 5, Perception 4, Intelligence 1, Wits 2 Abilities: Alertness 4, Athletics 4, Brawl 5, Intimidation 4, Primal-Urge 4, Stealth 3

Bans: Coalmouth cannot abide the singing of the domestic canary, and it causes it great pain to be in the vicinity. As well, Coalmouth is weakened by direct sunlight; its Essence is treated as half if led into the sun.

Image: Coalmouth resembles a long, pitch-black serpent as big around as a small car, though several dozen pairs of pointed legs extend down its body like a centipede. Its head is blunt and has three slit-shaped eyes arranged an equal distance apart on the top that glow orange in dim light. Its mouth is a jagged maw of sharp teeth, and when open appears to lead into the depths of a furnace. Its roars are layered over many other noises to an unsettling effect - fire crackling, and the screams of dying miners. It gives off small amounts of smoke and ash when it moves, and radiates heat.

Background: Coalmouth has been known by a number of names by many different people, though the current one is an approximation of the Garou tongue name given to it (represented by the glyphs for "fire", "earth/stone", "poison/disease", and "tooth") in the mid-late 1900s. In days long past, Coalmouth was a remnant of a great and terrible brood of ancient plant-spirits, sealed deep under the earth by parties unknown in the time before the Garou remember. It managed to eventually slip its binds and threaten to escape into the material once again, though the local Pure Tribes sealed it once more under the earth, in a small but twisting series of caverns. And that was that... At least until the coal boom in the Appalachian region, when the rich seams of coal were discovered and dug deep into by the coal companies.

The greed of the coal companies and the suffering of the miners as they toiled all around the coal veins it was sealed into fed Coalmouth better than it could have ever dreamed. The small but slippery spirit grew stronger and stronger, eventually cracking its bindings enough to start roaming around the mine in the Umbra. Following the closure of the mine when the coal boom died down, the bane contented itself will collecting the remains of former mine workers when it could, and attacking any unfortunate kinfolk who would wander near. While its binds were cracked and weak, it was still tethered to the mine, and couldn't roam too far, unfortunately for the beast, and so bides its time.

The weakening of the binds and the lack of upkeep by any Banetenders is likely due to a long-running conflict between two local septs, the feud causing both sides to neglect duties they should otherwise be keeping tabs on. Coalmouth is unaware of these interpersonal conflicts, but benefits from them greatly anyway. The spirit is too powerful to be completely destroyed without great effort, but perhaps if relations could be mended, the bane could be sealed completely once more, or even destroyed by a joint effort.

Storytelling Notes: Coalmouth has an intense hatred of the Changing Breeds but especially their kinfolk, and will attack any it becomes aware of, preferring them to normal humans or other spirits, though it will still attack Garou and Fera if presented with them. The spirit is old and crafty in a primordial, instinctual way, and when not in the presence of any of its Bans will prefer to slither through disused passages of its mine or tunnels of its own making to avoid attackers. It is well aware of the effect sunlight has on it, and will refuse to exit the mine during the day to avoid it, unless bidden to by a greater force.