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imarealnugget · 8 months

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Gojo Satoru comforting you

Feat. Gojo Satoru

TW. fluff, crying, panic attack (some negative emotions).

Words Count: 1k+

It was a normal winter day, even though it was sunny, the air was frozen, and at your and Gojo's house it was the same. The radiators didn't work and you were used to spending your days under the covers or wearing heavy pajamas, at least until this problem was finally solved.

Lately you had had a fight with a dear friend of yours, you have known each other since the first grade, and that day you were permanently interrupting your relationship. Gojo was at work, while you were at home with your ex-friend, arguing about your fight, when you decided to end your friendship. The moment the girl passed the screen of your front door, you burst into a liberating cry, which, however, did not help you at all. Actually it made you feel worse, remembering all the good moments spent with her, all the laughter, the outings, the serious moments, when one was there for the other, but it was all over.

You didn't want to call your boyfriend, you would have made him worry, but it's been two hours that you cried without stopping, the mascara running from your eyes, your nose cold, your lips shaking, your arms hugging your legs, while you were sitting on the ground, near your closet. You didn't even have a blanket that would at least keep you warm during that mental breakdown, you didn't have anyone. But then, when you reopened your eyes and turned your head in the direction of the bedside table, you saw the phone. At that moment you started fighting against the fixed thought in your head that told you “Call Satoru, you would do the right thing.” You didn't want to disturb him, let alone make him worry, you could have calmed down on your own, without anyone's help. Then though, you remembered those words “Whatever happens, call me without a second thought.” The words your boyfriend uttered during a panic attack you had a few weeks earlier. You promised him you would call him without a second thought, but at that moment you weren't doing it, you hadn't done it for the last two hours, and here's how a very big sense of guilt pervaded your body in an instant, but before you could fully reason, your brain had already ordered your arm to stretch towards the phone, giving the order to your hand to grab it, screaming at your fingers to unlock it, go into the application “Phone” and look for his number. Fortunately, it was the first contact you found. You took a deep breath before pressing his number.

One ring… two rings… three rings… four, five, six…

“He doesn't answer, am I bothering him?”, “He doesn't t want to answer me, he is definitely doing something more important,” “He doesn't want to hear me.” You closed the call, sinking into yourself once again. You needed someone, or rather… you needed Gojo. Your head was filled with paranoia, worries, past memories. Your body was shaking, both from the cold and from crying so much, and not being done yet.

It seemed to have passed two- no, maybe.. five minutes? No, you didn't know, it seemed to have passed so little (and actually it was), but at the same time it seemed to have passed so much. You didn't feel anything left, other than your tears running down your face, the sound of your screams suffocated by the pain and fear you were feeling at the time. But all of a sudden you heard a familiar voice, a strange warmth that you would always recognize, it was Gojo, who held you to himself, caressing your back gently, but at the same time frantically: he didn't know what happened. “Y/n, what's up? Hey hey.. talk to me. I didn't answer you because I was on my way home, I'm sorry.." Right, you had completely lost track of time while crying, you didn't realize what time was, when you tried to call Gojo. “S–satoru.. I lost another a-friend..” You whispered by sobbing. “The girl you argued with a few days ago?” “Y-yes..”. He sighed deeply, then took you in his arms, making you sit on his legs, caressing your face gently, as if you were the most precious thing in the entire universe. "Listen, I know it's difficult, it's right to be sick, I know she was a very important friend who was part not only of your childhood, but also of your teen age. But think about it.. this is probably just a pause that you have defined "the closing of a chapter", which may not end here. Maybe you will meet again and be able to solve, or this was really the conclusion of this chapter, but life goes like this, doesn't it? The important thing is that you have not ended this friendship in a bad way. It's normal for you to cry, after so many years of friendship, but you're not alone, you have me, Utahime, Shoko.. your closest female and male friends! If you want help, we, but especially me .. are here to support you. Do you understand what I mean, baby?” He reassured you as he held you close to himself, warming your body with his and wiping the tears from your face, and finally giving you a kiss full of love on your lips, making a small, but beautiful smile appear on your sight. “How about going to eat at a sushi restaurant tonight? It's your favorite food and my princess deserves to have everything that makes her feel good, starting with me." He teased, even if he was telling the truth, making you laugh, then he kissed you again, this time in a more passionate and provocative way. “You're stupid, but you're right.. I really want to go to a sushi restaurant tonight.” You answered laughing, your voice was still a little dull and sounded slightly sad and quiet, Satoru would have done anything to make you laugh out loud, it would probably make you cry with laughter, and guess what? That's exactly how it went that night.

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pearlywritings · 2 years

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Intimacy shared in the wild

synopsis: you and your lover have a steamy moment outside PART 3

pairing: Alhaitham, Kazuha, Tighnari, Thoma (separately) x fem!reader

tw: established relationship, VERY much suggestive, Kazuha is 23-25, breeding kink, oral

word count: 4.4k+ words in total

author’s note: you can check part 2 here and there is going to be part 4!

Alhaitham

Having a pair of piercing eyes make a hole in the back of your head occasionally is exactly what you expected from your little expedition to Mawtiyima Forest. To a passerby on the road between the Sumeru City and the Palace of Alcazarzaray that would look like two scholars are simply on their way, but Alhaitham is watching you like a hawk. That was anticipated, but the lack of the conversation you’ve had ever since leaving through one of the multiple Akademiya exits creates quite an oppressive atmosphere.

Even you have to admit it’s hard to digest.

“Hey,” calling out to him, you slightly turn your head to see if he is listening or not. With a quick movement of his eyes from observing the surroundings back to your figure you are assured that he does. “You know you do not have to go with me there? I just need to take a couple of pictures of the Leylines to illustrate my research of the Forest grounds, I would’ve been back before dinner.”

The man looks you directly in the eyes, and, have you not dated him longer and known even longer, it could’ve sent chills down your spine and urge you to quickly divert your gaze somewhere else. But you know your boyfriend - to prove something to him you need a strong argument, which sometimes feels like you are defending an academic paper.

Eventually Alhaitham sighs and you brace yourself for an argument of his own, one you are aware of too well.

“It’s been just a couple of weeks since your group was attacked during your research outing and you got injured.”

Yes, that is true, but you got injured only because you were protecting others. It just happened that at that time you were the only weapon wielder in your small team, and the closeness of the area of your expedition convinced you and your colleagues from the Spantamad Darshan that hiring the support group is unnecessary.

If it wasn’t for your injury, which is fine (Akademiya doesn’t have healers for nothing), the Scribe wouldn’t even know you went somewhere and then returned. You saw his working table, you know how much work is on his hands at the moment. But that unfortunate encounter made a stoic man lose his cool a little and go as far as order your Darshan’s secretary, to whom every student must hand the application for any kind of research outside of the Akademiya building, especially in the wild, inform him immediately should you hand in one.

So much for a low-profile relationship.

“Alhaitham,” you stop in your tracks and turn around to come face to face with him. Your lover looks at you inquiringly, stopping only when there is just a few inches between your chests. Next second the teal eyes slightly widen, revealing his diamond-shaped irises fully, and hands dart to wrap around yours, cutting off your attempt to undo the next fastener of your uniform.

“What do you think you are doing?” The feigned calmness in his voice contrasts with the worry in his eyes. You roll yours, sighing in exasperation.

“What does it look like? Trying to open the front of my uniform to show that there is no longer any ready to reopen gash under my collarbones.”

His eye twitches, and for a reason his rising irritation fuels your never-ending desire to mess with him, because actually getting a real reaction out of him is priceless. Especially today.

“And what did you think of, Sir? Oh, I might know,” an alluring grin earns you a huff. “You thought I was going to give you a look at my chest, didn't you?”

“What? This is ridicu-”

“Come on, no need to be modest, my love,” taking advantage of his distracted state, you escape his grip and quickly make work of two more fasteners. “You love my breasts, don’t try and argue, this is an axiom.”

You honestly assume he looks insulted for a moment, after your words leave your mouth and register in his brain. However, this man is much more intelligent and self-assured to actually take an insult and act offended about it. No, he tends to backfire.

“Simply because you turn into a moaning mess when I play with them,” it is your turn to gawk at him wide-eyed, fingers frozen in place on the fourth clasp. And fuck do your knees buckle when he smirks, tasting the control on his tongue again. The control over you with mere words. “Whining and squirming and rubbing your thighs together, when I toy with your nipples. What’s with the face, dear? Am I wrong here? Don’t you beg me to suck just a bit more, while you desperately hump my leg, clawing at my shoulders or tugging on my hair? I know what kind of person you are behind the closed doors of our bedroom, Y/n, I made sure to memorize it.”

“Pff, only bedroom? How bad of a scholar you are, Alhaitham, so unwilling to broaden your horizon,” you move the fabric away, showing him more of the smooth skin and the swell of your breasts. The man feels something else starting to swell in his pants because of your tempting teasing. But he is not ready to give up just yet.

“Oh? Are you implying that I should fuck you right here?”

You shrug your shoulders.

“I am implying that you do not have enthusiasm to do so. How sad, looks like those piles upon piles of papers stripped you bare of your desires. Must be hard doing all this work all the time.”

Something is off about the way you are speaking of his duty. This mischievous glint in your eyes and the smile playing on your lips, like you are taunting him of something he hasn’t figured out yet, of some scheme you came up with and trapped him into…

Wait.

“You don’t need to take the pictures, do you?”

You throw your head back and heartily laugh.

“Nope.”

“And you sent in the application, because you knew I’d follow you.”

“Yep.”

“Because you know that simple words won’t get me out of the office and pay attention to you.”

“Wow, you are so smart,” you applaud him with the most ‘I’m impressed’ look on your face you could master.

He is going to wipe it off.

His sturdy body practically pushes you against the nearby solid surface, mouth silencing yours and hand sneaking into the opening of your uniform, cupping one of the mounds. A moan follows instantly and Alhaitham greedily swallows it, molding your lips with his, hand gently lifting the soft flesh and a thumb running over the swollen bud applying pressure.

“You won’t be so sarcastic once I have you on my cock, and I bet you are tight,” you mewl, when he pinches the nip between his thumb and forefinger and tugs.

“But that's part of "broadening our horizons", right? Now, let’s get your robe out of the way…”

Kazuha

The Chinju Forest basks in the dusk and the beautiful silence. When you and the man beside you were kids, you both were nervous and scared to roam around the area, where the yokais were believed to live. But it always was the most enigmatic and attractive place to you two, and every time the Kaedahara heir came to visit, you ran to the forest to test your courage.

Years later the place doesn't frighten you, quite the opposite - it brings you comfort. It awakens the memory and the flowers glowing all around you make the pictures in your head even clearer.

Of Promises Unkept the Night Flowers Speak… What a poetic name, but such a rueful meaning. You and Kazuha shared so many promises among the fields of fluorescent petals, childish and innocent, but that weighed heavily on your heart when he wasn't there.

I will return again…

You are so glad he did. Many times and yet again.

Of course I will remember you!

And your heart did. Always.

We will never be apart for long or forever…

This vow almost became broken, when your first love fled Inazuma and disappeared into nowhere, a place you didn't know, a place where you couldn't reach him.

One day we’ll be together till the end of our lives…

Not fair! I wanted to say that!

A promise you try not to think about, as you don't want to demand anything from the wandering samurai. He's just been justified and returned to Inazuma to tend to some important matters, concerning his family and legacy. You doubted he'd stay forever.

"You are so quiet," the voice, akin to the whisper of the wind, makes you shiver as if caressed by a passing breeze. "It doesn't sound like you at all."

"How can it sound anything, if I am silent?" You attempt to joke and indeed hear breathless laughter. You don't have the power to tear your gaze from the quickly darkening sky and glance to the side, where you know the person of your many dreams and nightmares is lying on his back, with one knee bent and arms crossed behind his head.

"You know what I mean, sweet sakura bloom," the term of endearment, one from the past, makes you swoon.

"Just thinking," you shrug your shoulders, hands clasped together and resting on your stomach. "About the past."

"The past…" It echoes and quickly disappears in the rustle of grass. The conversation seems to come to a halt, and the word hangs in the cool of the air, like an echo that forgot to run far far away, beyond the line of your sight and the limits your hearing can meet. However, Kazuha proves you wrong, as you sense him moving a little.

“Can I have your hand?”

“What?” Your head whips to the side and your breath hitches, when your eyes make contact with his. The young man is gazing at you, like you are holding stars in your palms, and each one of them has his name written on it. He’s changed his position, now resting on his side, supporting his upper body with an elbow.

“Your hand. Can you give it to me?”

“Um…sure?” Having zero idea of what to expect, you raise the hand, which is closer to him, and reach out. Delicately looking, but roughened by wielding a sword, fingers wrap just beneath your wrist and tug.

Heart skips a beat and then starts violently abusing your ribs, as his lips gingerly press against the inside of the wrist. Eyelids slide close, and Kazuha hums, slowly sliding his fingers higher, until his palm enveloped the back of yours and brought it to his cheek, leaning in your hand.

“Kazu, what are you doing?” The whisper leaves your lips, and you think you lost your voice, eyes stinging and heart aching. You shouldn’t look too deep into it, right?

“I don’t know, Y/n… But it feels so right… Being with you feels so right…” His eyes are back on yours, and you feel like you could kiss him right now, right here, among the glowing flowers, under the cover of the night.

“Do you think we have a chance?”

Do you? This question has been having your mind wrecked for all those years he wasn’t there, couldn’t be there. And every time you came to the only possible answer.

“Yes. I think we do.”

Maybe it is the moon shining in his eyes, or maybe it’s happiness, but the wandering samurai smiles, and the smile outshines the flowers.

“Is that a promise?”

“It is an oath,” you cup his check and trace your thumb under his eye.

“An oath…” he dreamily sighs, and closes his eyes again. You cannot miss the opportunity.

The kiss tastes like the first one you ever shared - the scenery is authentic, the stars, the moon that bask you in their light, are the same. Maybe you two have changed, but the union of your lips is just as innocent as years ago.

You gasp and heartily chuckle, when he rolls you in your previous position on your back and hovers over you. Long locks of his white hair fall down and tickle your cheeks, but you do not mind, raising your arms and wrapping around his shoulders. One arm keeps him above you, and the other hand settles on your hip - gently, yet so intimately.

“If it is an oath, I want to solidify it. To prove I will come back. Will you let me?” Seriousness overtakes his features, as the fingers on your body move to the hem of your yukata. You get nervous.

“Kazuha, that’s-”

“I am not going to penetrate you, my bloom,” soothingness is back again. “There are more ways of engraving myself in your body and giving you pleasure a woman like you deserves. May I show you?”

You chew on your bottom lip. Though still nervous, you know that Kazuha will never do something to hurt or disrespect you. And after all these years, you still trust him.

“Yes… You may.”

Your body writhes and spasms, nudging the sides of your open yukata further off your body. The cool air toys with your heated skin, but you could care less, when your man, your lover, is showing you ecstasy you never knew one could experience. Sure, you touched yourself and slid your fingers between your sleaked folds, learning of pleasure with burning cheeks, but his mouth is nothing in comparison to it. He kisses, he licks, he sucks, he worships you, and pours his love into your body, for it to stay with you, until he comes back.

"One day we'll be together…"

Well, 'one day' is not 'never'.

Tighnari

Ba-dump

The sound of heart is in your ears and your head pulses with each beat, as lungs are desperately trying to provide you with oxygen. Your legs are starting to wear out, and your stamina is running out, as you are fleeing farther and farther into the woods, though making sure to follow the general direction of close to where you should end up.

It’s a good thing you know Sumeru’s wilderness better than the back of your hand. The bad thing is that Tighnari knows it even better.

For the current occasion it’s also a bad thing that his tracking and hunting skills are insane, and the keen sense of smell and hearing he possesses as a fennec fox hybrid doesn’t help at all.

Which is actually the whole reason behind you sprinting around the Avidya Forest - your lover’s hybrid tendencies, that includes many instincts, as well as him experiencing rut. Now, it’s not all that bad, he has it once a year and is always prepared with other forest rangers ready to take over in his stead for a week, while he is away, holed up in his special cave, and dealing with what he calls an “inconvenient, but luckily short occasion”.

Only this year it is different, because you, his lover of a couple of years, expressed your willingness to help him out, since he mentioned in passing, how having a partner commonly shortens the extension of ruts.

You remember it clear as day, how his ears perked up and tail stilled completely, as his eyes, usually exuding calmness and confidence, stared at you dumbfoundedly. And that’s quite understandable why - sure, even if he wouldn’t say it outloud unless explicitly asked, the man already considers you his mate, someone he’d be delighted to spend the rest of his life with. Offering him your assistance during such an important and vulnerable moment is almost like asking him to marry you and start a family together. Which is exactly what his animal side would want, as he told you, after sitting you down to explain what you were proposing to him.

Your cheeks flush, when you remember his precise words.

"Y/n, listen attentively and take in everything I am going to say. While in a rut I won't be in the right state of mind. Everything about you will drive me crazy - you touch, your smell, your taste… The only thought planted in my head would be to breed you, to make you a mother. You sure you are ready to try and handle me?"

And you sure are, with the full knowledge of what to expect and all those birth control medicines you've drunk and stored even more in a cave just in case, to prevent any unwanted outcomes. This way you know you can let him go wild and do whatever he needs for his own inner comfort.

A twig snaps nearby and you are reminded of your game of escape - something to whet and fuel Tighnari’s desire, teasing him by depriving him of your body - the only thing he needs right now.

Thump, thump, thump

Your heart is beating even faster and legs ache, hardly having any strength left to go on. You think that maybe it is enough - after all, you still need energy for what is to come - so you turn to the left and slow down a little, heading towards your haven.

”Found you, little minx.”

You gulp and almost cry in surprise when a low snarl is uttered near your ear. Spooked, you attempt to dart in the opposite direction, but two strong, trained with bow arms circle around your middle and yank you backwards, closer to the man’s body.

Instantly you become uncomfortably hot; he seems to be overheating, because there is no way a person without pyro vision could produce so much warmth. Initial shock is quickly replaced by concern, and you grab one of his hands, still clutching your waist, and squeeze it.

“Tighnari, are you alright?” You sound breathless and you are, chest repeatedly rising and falling with every sharp inhale and exhale. The male behind you growls and buries his face between your neck and shoulder, sniffing and shuddering in pleasure from smelling so many delicious scents that are parts of you.

“Yes… Yes, I am,” he pants, free hand reaching up to grope your breast, mindful of his claws.

You are so soft, so warm, so welcoming… Everything in him screams to mark you, to claim you, to sink his teeth in your flesh and his cock in your tight walls, and breed, breed, breed.

However, there is still a sliver of consciousness in him and he wills to unclasp his arms from around you, stepping back a little, and ask you one last time.

“This is your last call, Y/n. If you have any doubts, better leave now, before I drag you to the cave and-”

“I am not backing down,” you turn around to face him, and Archons, you are so beautiful, with that determined look in your eyes, hands reaching for his, gently, but firmly enveloping them in your hold. If he could, he'd curl his tail in the shape of a heart. “Yeah, maybe I freaked for a moment here, but it’s just because I’ve never had you chasing me all the way through the forest,” you chuckle, cutting the distance between you two again and kissing the tip of his nose, smiling when Tighnari lets out a quiet purr. “And I don’t mind being ‘dragged’ to the cave, because, honestly, my legs hurt.”

“No second thoughts?” The male rubs his nose against yours in a comforting manner, ears twitching excitedly. You shake your head, pressing your body to his, provoking another shudder to run down his spine and hips buck into yours with a low groan.

“No second thoughts,” you reassure him, gently smiling. “So, with everything discussed once again… How about you bring me to our…” his pupils blow wide, when he guesses what you are about to say,” …nest?”

Before you can say anything else, something indefinite glints in your lover’s eyes, and the next moment you find yourself thrown over his shoulder, and carried to the safety of your temporary ‘home’.

Thoma

Even two islands away, feet firmly planted on the Watatsumi grounds with your hand tightly clasped in a big warm one of your husband, it is still so hard to believe it. A whole two-week vacation the Kamisato Estate's housekeeper was granted by his blue-haired master. Two weeks of no duties, no running around doing seemingly endless errands, no coming home late, because he had to stay longer to check and make sure the estate’s grounds were spotless before some esteemed guests visit–

Two weeks of having the love of your life all to yourself.

You suspected that the one standing behind this sweet surprise was actually Lady Ayaka, whose friend you'd become soon after your husband - boyfriend at the time - made your relationship official and introduced you to the siblings per their request. You know she easily could, as she often expresses her sympathy when it comes to Thoma spending not only his day, but night as well at their residence completing the tasks.

If this is really the case, you'll have to thank her later, because you haven't seen your man be more excited about spending time with you in a while, and that elation was absolutely catchy and mutual.

Having no desire to attract any attention from the Sangonomiya Shrine, you opt to stay at your friend’s house in the Bourou Village, which, after the battles were over, started progressively growing as many people moved to live there, your friend and her family included.

First two days you slept like logs. As your friend told you on the first day, hardly concealing her laughter, she tried to wake you up around the afternoon to offer lunch before she’d go to work, but you only groaned and clinged to each other tighter, bodies practically intertwined, completely ignoring her words and presence. So she let you be, leaving the shoji doors slightly open for a small breeze to enter your room.

The next couple of days you spent exploring. Now rested and full of pent up energy Thoma wanted to look around, with your hand in his and a bag over his shoulder with some snacks and beverages. Kind elders tried to volunteer as your guides, but you kindly declined before your lover could say anything - it was your vacation after all, and you were willing to share the experience with him only.

That’s how you found this pretty cave - an azure glimmer played on pinkish walls, creating an absolutely magical atmosphere in the dimmed light of the grotto. The passage was quite narrow and hard to notice from a glance, so you kinda assumed people hardly came here.

Your own temporary romantic spot to be alone…

You kissed Thoma so hard when he suggested returning the next day.

The water is cool, but it is nothing of a problem for a pyro user. You test it with the tips of your toes, fingers busy with your clothes; warmth shoots all the way up, pleasantly pouring in your chest, and you exhale softly.

“Too hot?” The usual spring verdure in his eyes shines akin to the clearest emerald the jeweler could encounter, and you find yourself lost in their glow. Smiling, you draw your foot back and, shrugging one of the outer layers off, step closer to where he is crouching with his hand kept under water.

“No, honey, it’s perfect,” your fingers find their way in his short blond hair and gently ruffle, making the man mirror your smile.

“Well, if you say so,” ah, here his lovely face is - right in front of yours, gaze soft and adoring, melting your heart like a popsicle.

Thoma blissfully sighs against your mouth, when you purge your lips together. Warm palms instantly settle on your hips, while you wrap your arms around his neck, pushing your body closer to his, humming in pride when his breath hitches.

"But you know what, or rather who is hot?" The question leaves your lips just a second after his lips leave them. The tall man hums, lowering his head to lead a trail of soft pecks from the side of your jaw to your collarbones.

"Yeah… It's my wife," he says as a matter-of-factly, but so tenderly, planting a kiss right between your soft breasts, nose nudging the hems of your shirt further apart. You burst into giggles, reaching your hands to cradle his head and then bend down to kiss the top of it.

"I was actually meaning my husband," a murmur to his hair feels like a sacred secret, but to Thoma, who knows your heart, it's the truth he believes in.

You lower yourself into the water. The rise in temperature makes you shiver, and your breasts pleasurably tingle, nipples swelling and getting sensitive. With a soft bite on your lower lip, you slowly, barely graze the stiff nubs with the pads of your forefingers, and keen on the sensation. Only Archons know how long it has been since the last time you and your husband were intimate. You miss the weight of his warm body on top of yours, of his mind-blowing kisses, which grew desperate closer to the release, of his deep and steady thrusts, of the angelic noises escaping his unmarked throat…

You hope Thoma is having the same urges and is going to make love to you right here. Well, right after he finishes folding your clothes, of course. Yeah, habits die hard, especially if they are part of a working routine. But damn, do those ripped back and defined shoulder blades look nice…

When his body slides next to yours, you don't lose any second and settle in his lap, arms loosely resting on his shoulders and chest pushing against his. Comprehension flashes behind green eyes - the sultry look on your face and the way you press your bodies close are the giveaway of which mood you are in.

Your back slightly arches when two callused fingers slide between your folds, the pads pressing into your clit, giving it a small rub, as his mouth leaves open-mouthed kisses against the heated skin of your neck. Thoma shudders at your needy mewl, not even fighting the desire quickly rising in his chest and in the pit of his stomach.

He is going to remind you of how head over heels he is for you, and make this vacation truly memorable.

Even if it’s not in the aspect one would expect.

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sunnydwrites · 1 year

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Project Updates!

It's been a while (obviously, from my last post) since I've been here! So before I get back into the swing of giving writing advice and posting here regularly, I want to talk a bit about the things I've been up to.

Published Stories

I've been working super hard on my writing, and I've since had three stories accepted and published in different magazines! These are stories I'm super proud of; they contain my heart and soul. You can give them a read if you want!

Not Quite, published in Hearth and Coffin.

The Body of a Hero, published in The Bone Parade.

To Light a Match, published in Palindrome Journal.

And, to me, this is just the start! I have a ton of other stories that I'm working on and preparing to submit. This has been an awesome journey so far and I'm excited to keep going with it!

The Coffee Ring Review

I also started my own literary journal. You can find it on Twitter, Instagram, Chillsubs, and on its own website. This is a journal I started back in February because I was feeling a certain type of way receiving rejections with no actual feedback. Though my process takes longer, I give feedback on every piece submitted to me, and I'm preparing to release the magazine's inaugural edition!

(Subs closed for now, but I'll announce here when we reopen.)

(Did you know the Discord server also has its own mag?)

Unpublished Projects

I have been absolutely captivated recently by this concept for a world of floating islands, crystals, and magical deities. The world is called Feia right now, and I'm going through the process of developing everything before I write. Been using an application called Obsidian to link everything together - it works WONDERFULLY for the complexity of the world. I'm planning to talk more about this app here soon.

Also lots of short stories on the way - I've learned a lot recently about planning and executing short stories, especially with more experience as an editor under my belt. Hoping that I'll be able to share some more publication links here soon!

I'm also working on redeveloping that cyberpunk world I was in last time I was active here. It still exists, very much! I'm trying right now to figure out how I can make it the best it can be.

Discord

I still exist over on TTWF on Discord! That server is a blast, and we're prepping our Halloween edition right now. (Join the server for more info!)

Now that I'm back more consistently, I'm super happy to be talking about these things more often! Stay tuned for updates!

#sunny d speaks

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summitclan-chronicles · 10 months

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Wow! November is almost over!! Summitclan has celebrated their own feast, the Fox's Larder, by this point. They're winding down, preparing for the long hardy winter ahead... wait- winter?! It's almost winter!!! That means...

Applications are opening on Friday, December 1st!

I'm so excited!!! The whole month has FLOWN. There's one more post between now and the 1st. But with the day now on the horizon, almost before us!, I thought this post was best used to discuss how this is going to work.

When do applications close?

Sunday, December 24th, 11:59 EST

Where will applications be hosted?

Google Forms

What are these applications for?

These are purely to get people into the roleplay: there are no character questions. This gives me a more focused way of vetting new members and making sure I fully understand the nature of the people I accept without also worrying about characters.

What can I expect on the app?

The application will be presented in three sections:

The first part will be information gathering. This will be your name, pronouns and ways to contact you. You will require a Discord account, but you can also put down other ways to get you if something on Discord goes wrong.

The second part will ask about your roleplay habits & how much of the Warriors series you've read. This allows a good picture of what certain people might need when getting accepted.

The third part will ask some personality questions.

Will anything on the application change my roleplay experience?

Other than deciding whether or not you get in, yes! Everything about your character is up to you except their age bracket; you will be assigned as a Senior, Warrior or Youngan. These are all very wide however and allow for significant differences within.

This is mostly to provide structure for people who have not had much roleplay experience: these people will be younger cats, while more experienced people will be older cats to guide them.

Note: the rest is pretty winded. if your eyes need it, take this as your sign to blink, get some eyedrops or take a screen break.

Can I apply for staff?

Well, yes and no.

In the structure of Summitclan, the roleplay staff are the same people as the inrp high ranks, known as the Council. In order to be considered as part of the Council, one must meet certain paramaters both on the Applications and in my research of them. Staff are held to a higher standard and are given more abilities than the average member, and I must be very careful and every choice must be purposeful - like the treacherous parts of a hike.

So there is a question asking if you want to be a Staff/Council combo. But that does not guarantee you a place, nor should you particularly expect to have it offered at the start. Knowing you are willing is good to know for the future though 👀

What sort of people are you looking for?

Overall, this roleplay is one where the goal is to write stories, go slow, explore character arcs, feel big emotions about fake cats, and experience worldbuilding in a day-to-day fashion. So, we are looking for people that are creative, gentle, patient, open-minded, friendly and considerate. We're not looking for saints - lots of people appear jagged and tough but embody all of these characteristics. The plan is to dig deep and find good people through how they act and what they choose to spread.

To note, we're not gonna check through your reblogs and search up every username you've ever interacted with! But we will note the general tone of tags, replies and reblog content - what do they say about the person? How might this person interact with others that have applied or myself?

Will applications reopen? When?

Well, this is complicated. These sorts of applications - where people and characters "poof" into being and retcon their backstories - will never open again after this Christmas Eve. You'll never see anyone retconning themselves into scenes that have already been roleplayed, nor will you see any NPCs as members of the clan - what you see is what you get.

But in the future, a clan will always have kittens. Every time a new litter is concieved, special applications will open for new members to take & adopt the kits. They will be randomly assigned a kitten with a design by staff & a name given to them by their parent/s. This is an opportunity the founding members largely didn't get: an opportunity to learn the lore organically through loving clanmates. (All cats get a fertility boost in March and April - check for openings in April, May and June!)

Similarly, to ensure the clan remains fresh, loners will come in batches that will be designed by new members coming in.

Phew! Thanks for staying through all that. I hope I will be seeing you on December 1st when our applications open! Til then, I hope you have a lovely night, and whatever tomorrow brings - know I am thankful for you!

#warrior cats #wcrp #roleplay #discord wcrp #firestar #frostpaw #hi guys!#i'm so excited to meet everyone in the apps!!! even if you arent accepted i value every moment spent learning about you!#i think i covered everything but if not please let me know so i can address it! ill also add it to the post if its not too niche #see you soon!!!#dead animal #dead rabbit #also i forgot arrowseekers white paws but i might like it...?

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bcdrawsandwrites · 1 year

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[ID: The first image Psychonauts fanfic banner on a black-to-gray gradient background. On the left in white text it says “Prompt #5: Never Be Hurt Again” On the right is a light blue animated figment of a scaler (a long metal dental tool with thin hooks on either end).

The second image is a Bad Things Happen Bingo card. Various prompts are marked with a half-brain (prompt requested but not filled) or full-brain (prompt requested and finished) symbol, while the “Never Be Hurt Again” prompt specifically is marked with a full brain symbol. /end ID]

Okay I keep forgetting to post this, but I thought of it just now so I’m finally taking an opportunity to get this posted! Here is, FINALLY, my next fic for my @badthingshappenbingo challenge! \

I am currently NO LONGER OPEN FOR REQUESTS. I have enough to work on to get a bingo! I MAY decide to reopen prompts later if I want to keep going after finishing these fics, but for now, requests are closed!

This request is for @loveandmad! Hope you enjoy it! Also big thanks to @jaywings and Pinky G Rocket for beta-reading.

Prompt: Never Be Hurt Again Characters: Caligosto Loboto, his parents, and various OCs for his backstory Warnings: Emotional manipulation/parental abuse, (SPOILERS: implied dental torture)

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Traffic honked and wailed in the streets below his window. It was not the city he had been in originally, the one that his parents sent him to a few years ago; he had chosen this city.

—~~~—

"Stoneton?" Caligosto looked from the pen in his father's outstretched hand to the application on the kitchen table. "That's on the other side of the country."

"Yes, but it's a very good city," his mother replied, with the same enthusiasm she'd used to talk about the "very good highschool" or the "very good summer camp" that he'd been forced into in the past, that he still had nightmares about.

"I don't know..."

"Look, son, we're doing you a favor!" His father slammed the pen onto the table. "You want dental school? Here it is. We're offering to pay for your tuition!"

"Your father is willing to give up the money he was putting toward his second yacht! We're making a personal sacrifice for you!" His mother looked away. "I don't know how we managed to raise such an ungrateful child..."

"No, no! It's not that—"

"We're doing this for you, son! You want to live your dream of becoming a dentist, we're letting you do that!"

You never wanted to before, Caligosto wanted to say, but the words retreated back down his throat. To live his dream... he couldn't let this slip away. He stared down at the application again, then grabbed the pen, the yellow gleam of the kitchen light glinting off its metal surface.

—~~~—

Light danced on the tip of the hook as he turned the scaler in his hands. He stared at it, feeling its weight in his palm, remembering the last time he'd used it.

His fingers clenched around it, knuckles white beneath the glove.

—~~~—

The room was a blinding white and silver, save for the dull gray chairs and the dummy heads strapped to them. The heads were painted in flesh tones, faceless save for gaping mouths with complete sets of teeth. Many of his classmates had shied away from these at first, but Caligosto had always rushed to his assigned dummy, half his mind giddy with the thought of finally getting to practice, and the other half with the thought of his parents seeing him as a successful dentist.

He held the scaler down toward the dummy, ready to practice methods of scraping plaque from teeth, when his professor strolled by.

"Now, you'll probably deal with patients who put up a fight," she stated. "Some patients will struggle and squirm. Some may try to bite."

Of course, they'd gone over this before. This professor had always liked to make a show of taking off her glove and revealing a scar one of her own patients had left on her hand. So he nodded along, continuing to move the hook between the fake teeth, digging gently into the silicone gums.

"But you may even have patients who are... unnatural, so to speak."

He paused.

She strode toward a cabinet in the back of the lab as she spoke. "Of course, you need special methods when dealing with them. There are certain tools we have in the medical profession to deal with them, which I'll show you in a moment." She glanced over her students with a glint in her eye.

Slowly he looked back down at the dummy, unsure of why his hands were going numb.

"They're known for all sorts of tricks," she went on, turning to open the cabinet. "They can dismantle your tools with just a look!"

His hand twitched, leaving a small scratch on a fake tooth.

"Or they could reach out and infect you with a deadly virus, just by their touch..."

He gripped the scaler, his knuckles turning white.

"Even if they don't touch you, some can reach out with an invisible hand and change your future, just enough to bring you misfortune!" Finally she turned around with a strange pair of earmuffs in her hand, and something about the sight of them sent a jolt up his spine and caused his chest to burn, and he jumped away from his dummy. His professor didn’t notice as she continued, "That's why—"

"Th-that's not true."

He suddenly became aware that everyone was staring at him, and that his professor's grin had fallen. "Pardon?"

It was too late to back down, so he straightened his back. "They can't dismantle something instantly. They can do it without their hands, but they still need to pull it apart. And there's no psychic power that can cause illness, unless they're spinning you around like a ferris wheel!" He snorted. "And if they could change their future, wouldn't we see a lot more of them winning the lotter—"

"Stop."

He shut his mouth, but his eyes were locked on the earmuffs she held, and he wasn't sure why the sight of them was making him tremble.

The professor approached him, her gaze dark. "Are you defending these mentalists, Loboto?"

"Wh-what?!" he sputtered, head snapping up. "No! I just—"

She got in his face, and he swore he could feel some form of terrible, familiar energy from the earmuffs in her hands. "Never in my class would I ever have expected to encounter a psychic sympathizer!"

The phrase turned his stomach to ice and lit his head ablaze—outraged that she would accuse him of such, and horrified by the implications.

It wasn’t the last time he would hear it, or even worse terms that he didn’t like to think about.

They came up during a meeting with the dean regarding his dismissal from the college. They were spat upon him when he tried to apply for jobs in the area as he scrambled to find his footing. They were hissed at him from former classmates who had once gotten along with him.

The term was even snarled at him over the phone, when he contacted the last two people he could think of for help.

“Psychic sympathizer.”

—~~~—

The shriek of metal on glass brought him out of the memory, and he stared down at the faint scratch across his window.

After taking a moment to unclench his jaw, to breathe, to set the tool aside onto its cart, he turned away from the window and strode across the dark room. There was no point in reflecting on those memories, those terrible manglings of his character, those people who chased him away from what had felt like the one chance of ever achieving his dream. They were behind him now.

But his foot nudged a book that stuck out from the lowest shelf, and he reached down to adjust it, frowning when he noted the misaligned printing on the spine.

—~~~—

Caligosto plucked up the book, flipped through it, picked off the sticker, and slipped it into his jacket. It had gotten easier after the first several times; his hands no longer shook, though his nerves still fluttered in his chest. After browsing through the shop for another quarter hour, he shrugged and trotted out, bidding the owner good-day as he headed back to his apartment to plot his next course of action.

The book, while a measly paperback, was a signed copy, and would surely yield him enough money to cover the rest of this month's rent, which was due in two days. He just needed to choose the next store carefully—one he hadn't been to in a while. There was Jamie's down the road, but he'd just sold a set of pilfered baseball cards there a week ago. He hadn't been to the one on 5th and Maple in a while, but it was closed today... Ah, right, the one another town over—he hadn't been there in a couple months, so that one should be all right. It would be a bit of a hike, but it would be worth it.

So he made the trip, which ate up a chunk of his day, clutching the book under his jacket. Just one more time, and he would be set for another month—another month to figure out how to get out of this dump.

"Got a good one for you this time!" Puffing up his chest, he slapped the book onto the counter. The force at which he'd done it had caused the binding to come somewhat loose, and he fought the urge to wince, hoping the man wouldn't notice. "It's a signed copy, you see?"

The shop owner slid the book closer to himself, lifting it up and turning it this way and that, studying it through narrowed eyes.

Even though he'd gotten away with it before, the sweat still trickled down his back as he awaited the man's evaluation. Maybe he could settle for a lower price if the shopkeeper wasn't willing to pay what it was worth—just so long as he could cover his rent, that was all he needed—

The man huffed out a laugh, shaking his head. "Not a signed copy," he remarked. "It's a photocopy." He'd pointed out the spine, which, now that he looked more closely, didn't even have the title aligned, part of it folding over onto the back cover of the book. When the man opened it, his finger traced the margins, which didn't line up with the edges of the pages. He set the book back on the counter, giving him an unpleasant grin, one with poorly-placed veneers, revealing the blackened teeth between where the porcelain didn't line up with the gums. "I'll give you two bucks."

He trembled all over, the blood rushing from his face, before his mouth twisted. "I hope you choke on your own rotten teeth!" He snatched the book before storming out.

His trek back to his apartment was made in a blind, numb haze, his stomach sinking as he wondered just how he could word a plea to his landlord to allow him another week to pay the rent. If his landlord would even allow that, if his landlord hadn't already heard the gossip being spread about him.

The thoughts left him the second a hand grabbed his arm and yanked him behind a building. His mind clicked into self-preservation mode while some voice screamed in the back of his head that this was it, someone had caught him, or someone had heard the rumors and come after him—

"C-Caligosto, is that you?"

He found himself staring at a young man with a frightened, pale face, and dark circles under his eyes. At first he narrowed his eyes at him, prepared to bolt, only to realize he recognized the man's messy orange hair, though it was a lot messier than the last time he'd seen it.

"...Bower," he said slowly, yanking his arm away. He'd shared a few classes with the student during his short time at the university. "What do you want?"

"Help," Bower choked, huddling in on himself. "I... I just need your help with—"

"I haven't been a student in months, in case you haven't noticed," he said, voice dripping in bitterness.

"Yes, exactly, that's exactly why I need your help!"

He stared at him. "What."

"Everyone avoids you, so—so... no one would know!" A manic smile stretched across Bower’s face as he spread out his sweaty hands.

"...No one would know what?"

"Look, I-I kinda owe someone some money—"

"You're talking to the wrong person."

He turned away, but Bower caught him by the shoulder and turned him back around. Jerking his arm away, he grit his teeth and glared down at the man, who held up his hands.

"I owe them a lot of money! And—and if you can help me get some, I'll give you half."

He opened his mouth to protest, and closed it, looking away as he mulled things over. "Do you have a plan of some sort?"

"I-I do. But it's risky, and I need help. And after that, you never have to speak to me again!"

"...You never spoke to me anyway."

"Look, I know, just—please, just this once?"

Deep down, he could feel something—something telling him it was nice to feel needed. Not to mention, he did need the money on short notice.

He steeled himself. "All right. What's the plan?"

—~~~—

He shook his head. While it had been the moment to launch him into his current career, he'd been foolish to think that he'd been needed by that idiot. No, Bower hadn't needed him specifically. If he'd refused, he would've found someone else. No, Bower had used him, and had been planning on keeping all the money for himself, if he could get away with it (which he hadn't—as he'd predicted, Bower had gotten caught by the police, and ratted him out, but he'd been long gone by the time they'd come looking for him).

He'd been free.

—~~~—

With his few possessions in a duffel bag hanging on his shoulder, Loboto strolled down the sidewalk of the new town, which looked brighter and more promising than his old college town ever had.

It would be a new leaf for him. Perhaps he could forge a license and start a dentist practice, if not here, then somewhere further out. The robbery had given him more than enough money to rent a new apartment for the rest of the year, so housing wouldn't be a problem for a while. Just so long as he could find a job to start with...

He stopped at the bulletin board, perusing the job postings and skimming past event fliers. He wasn't terribly picky, so long as it was something that could pay for rent and still have some left over for food and savings—

A pair of familiar glasses caught his eye, and his blood ran cold.

Wanted: Caligosto Loboto.

His teeth grit so hard they nearly cracked, he tore the poster from the board, and ran.

—~~~—

...It was better now.

The police hadn't found him, of course. Never, in the past few years of his career, though they'd searched. Oh, they'd searched, and he'd had to move again later, but it was all good now.

Especially since his new client had opened up a world of new possibilities to him.

—~~~—

Loboto found her staring at the tools, still in pristine condition, arranged on the shelves. "Interested in those, are we?" He tipped his head. "Do you need some dental work done?"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than his heart began to flutter in excitement, and he perked up. "I know you're here for business, but if you ever need some work done on your pearly whites, I can—"

Nora held up a finger. "I'm just here for business."

His heart and hopes dropped to the floor, and his shoulders drooped. "Yeah, of course."

Yet she was still looking over the tools, eyes narrowed. Without a word she picked up a dental hook, pressing it into one of her fingers until it drew blood.

"Hey!" he cried. "You should be wearing gloves—"

"These tools, Cal," she said quickly, rubbing the finger she'd pricked against her thumb, smearing the blood. "They look like they would hurt."

Grumbling, he snatched the hook away and hunted for a bottle of cleaning alcohol and a cloth. "No," he said absently, stooping down to snatch up a bottle. "In the right hands, the procedures can be mildly unpleasant at worst."

As he disinfected the tool, Nora reached out to him. "So could those same hands..." She gently grabbed one of his palms, and he yanked his hand away, shooting a glare at her. "...make them hurt?"

He stared at her.

"Perhaps, enough for a patient to beg, to plead, to give whatever information you want?"

Loboto held the hook away from her, but hesitated a moment. "...Why do you ask?"

Nora stepped back, regarding the tools on the shelves. "It doesn't look like they've seen much use, and it would be a shame for them to go to waste."

—~~~—

His hands shook, in spite of his smile.

This was it. He was finally going to see his dream come true—perhaps not in the way he'd originally planned, but that's the fun of it, isn't it? He was past all of that nonsense—his parents and professors and even the police trying to control him, trying to get in the way of his goals.

His dreams were coming true. He was finally, finally getting to put his skills to use. And no one was going to convince him otherwise.

"Cal!" a harsh voice called from the room he'd remade into a new "dentist's office." "Your patient isn't cooperating. Get in here!"

"Right away!" he called in return, wheeling his cart into the room.

On the other side of the room was his client, Nora, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed. And before her, strapped to the dental chair, was his patient. Both his mouth and eyes were wide, the former from a mouth prop forcing his jaw open, and the latter from terror.

Loboto looked him over, selecting the scaler from his cart and fighting to keep his hand from shaking. He looked from the patient's teeth and gums, then to Nora, who nodded impatiently at him. He stared down at the pointed tip of the tool in his trembling hand—one of many tools that hadn't seen use since his college days.

"Get on with it," Nora hissed.

He clenched the tool, forcing his hand to still, and aimed it at the patient's gums, grinning down into his terrified eyes. "Say aaah!" he said, and jabbed.

#caligosto loboto #psychonauts #psychonauts 2 #bad things happen bingo #my art #my writing #fanfic #SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO FINISH #I really wound up agonizing over this one for a while for some reason #(also I know the reference to yachts might be a bit of an anachronism)#(but Psychonauts is no stranger to those sooooo)

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coramatus · 2 years

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there were no instructions or fine print (part 8)

“To restore the lost, find my form and sacrifice yours”

That time Ingo got turned into a Sneasel because there were no instructions or fine print on the ancient mystical artifact

Based on ideas of the Transfer Error AU by @rosebloodcat on Tumblr

catching up

tw/cw: trauma flashbacks of body horror

One messy bandage change and a few choked down pills later, the three sit splayed out on the couch, utterly exhausted from what should have been a simple task.

Slumped in his seat and breathing heavily in dazed shock, Emmet looks like an explosion went off in his face. His messy gray hair is an even bigger mess and his sharply styled sideburns are completely undone. His sleeves have been pushed up to reveal arms sporting more than a few scratches and bites. Though some have drawn blood, all of them are relatively superficial.

Sitting beside Emmet, a thoroughly frazzled and rebandaged Ingo stews in utter mortification, his face buried in his claws.

He can’t believe himself! How had he completely lost it like that?? It was like his Sneasel side tore the controls from his human side, overriding all reason and sanity. It made no sense!

As Ingo replays the events in his mind, trying to figure out what happened, he feels a curled metal arm pat his back. Drawn from his anxious thoughts, he looks up to see Chandelure hovering close by. Though their flames are burning lower and dimmer than normal, their eyes are still bright and attentive, squinting clinically at his rebound chest.

“Does it still hurt?” their glass hums in worry.

“Yeah. A lot…” Ingo says, unable to keep a wince from his voice.

In his fleeing panic, parts of his healing injuries had reopened under the strain, blood quickly soaking through the gauze. It wasn’t bad enough to warrant a second hospital visit, but enough to require the application of a potion and extra dressing to stem the bleeding. Without the adrenaline, his side feels like it’s on fire, but the painkillers are steadily dulling it to more bearable levels. He tells Chandelure as much.

“Good. Maybe that will teach your Sneasel-brain not to fight it so hard next time,” they gently tease. A little more hesitantly, Chandelure continues, “Has that Sneasel-brain finally calmed down?”

“It’s better…” Ingo replies softly. Shaking his head in shame, he sighs, “I just can’t believe that happened. I thought I had a handle on everything.”

Up until that moment, Ingo didn’t think there even was a dichotomy. Despite the Sneasel body, he still felt very much like himself, even if he was more prone to biting and hissing. It seemed as if the two sides of himself were easily coexisting.

But this outburst has proven there’s more going on here. There is tension, he just doesn’t know the root cause of it.

He looks down at himself, his claws flexing in thought. At his best guess, his Sneasel body is young, about three to four months old; only halfway grown and unlearned in the world. To a developing mind, anything and everything poses both novel and frightening new experiences.

Was that the disconnect?

Could said baby Sneasel instincts misread the signals of a mature human mind? That maybe the memories of a seasoned adult human might cause an overreaction to ideas and actions the Sneasel side was unprepared for?

Wait, that didn’t make sense…

Of course, he’s only been at this for less than twelve hours. There’s so much he doesn’t know yet. Thinking about it, Ingo suddenly isn’t sure how his human and Sneasel sides are meant to interact, if at all. He’s setting down brand new tracks here and it is already proving a daunting task.

As Ingo works his way through his newest problem, Emmet finally scrapes together enough of his wits to speak again.

“Um, sorry to interrupt you guys…” he says demurely, his voice rough and his expression unsure, “Would it be alright if I spoke to Ingo privately, Chandelure?”

The two Pokémon exchange looks, unsure of what Emmet would need Ingo alone for. But Ingo nods to Chandelure in reassurance.

As Chandelure starts to reluctantly hover away with far less speed than strictly necessary, their glowing eyes turn to Ingo, their glass chiming with a reminder,

“If anything goes wrong again, just shout for us. We’re here for you.”

Ingo gives them a small grateful smile, chriping, “Thank you, Chandelure.”

As they make their way past Emmet, they come to a surprised stop when he reaches out to them.

“Thanks for your help,” Emmet smiles, his hand gently touching their glass. Leaning in, he cups his mouth and whispers conspiratorially, “I’ll get you an extra treat later.”

Chandelure’s eyes brighten and they twirl away in the air with a pleased chime. The quick tap of a button returns them to their Pokéball in a flash of red light.

With Chandelure secured, Ingo looks up at Emmet expectantly, his ears cocked in curiosity.

Emmet doesn’t speak, not immediately. He seems to shrink in on himself, his smile faltering as he bites his lower lip. His eyes focus on a hole in his sleeve that his fingers absentmindedly worry at. He doesn’t seem ready for this.

Reaching out, Ingo clutches his brother’s hand between his paws, squeezing gently to signal him to continue. He knows his message has been received when Emmet squeezes his claws in return.

Taking a deep breath, Emmet shifts his body to fully face Ingo. Smiling pensively, his voice is soft, hesitant.

“I… I am not sure where to start…” he murmurs, his eyes unable to meet Ingo’s as he searches for his words, “I just— I want to ask you… too many things.” His voice grows more strained and quiet as he continues, “There is so much I do not know. So much has happened to you. To us both.”

Even though he feels his ears pull back in worry, Ingo’s gaze does not wander from Emmet as he squeezes his hand again.

Swallowing thickly, Emmet clasps both hands over Ingo’s clawed paws, making direct eye contact as he openly begs,

“Ingo, tell me… please… What happened?”

Moisture gathers in the corners of Emmet’s eyes as he sniffs wetly, his face crumpling as years of pain bubble up in his chest. With a panging heart, his voice cracks and wavers as the words tumble from his lips,

“You just vanished. Where did you go? Why did you go? Was it… s-something I did? What have you been doing this whole time? Why are you a Sneasel? Did someone do this to you? Why?? Why did any of this happen?”

His breath hitches with a sob, unable to continue as he breaks down crying.

Ingo is immediately there on Emmet’s lap, trilling mournfully as he rubs his face against his brother’s cheek. At his touch, Emmet whimpers and wraps his small form up in a careful hug. He rests a hand on Ingo’s head, his fingers rhythmically stroking his soft purple fur. Closing his eyes, Ingo leans into the gentle petting.

The ache in their souls caused by their separation is all too clear. No more words are exchanged, the two holding each other in comfort, silent save for Emmet’s soft gasps as he weeps.

“I just don’t understand…” he hiccups, “None of this ever made any sense. There were never any answers…”

Ingo churrs in sadness, wishing he could have said goodbye before getting tossed into Hisui. At least then, Emmet would not be caught so tightly in this unknowing limbo.

Emmet deserves answers.

Ingo gives Emmet another cuddle before starting to wriggle out of his hold. Thankfully, his brother is quick to yield and Ingo is set free to search the space around them. He spots the whiteboard and marker within reach and retrieves them, quickly getting to work on answering the most important question of all. The sharp squeaks of the marker punctuate his furious scribbling before he thrusts the board straight into Emmet’s face.

Emmet blinks, taking the board with shaking hands and silently reading the message. He raises a hand to cover his mouth, fresh tears threatening to spill as he takes in Ingo’s words:

THIS IS NOT YOUR FAULT!!!

“N-Not my fault…” Emmet breathes out, his sight fixated on that line. His body seems to sag as he sniffles, scrubbing a sleeve over his wet eyes, a relieved smile slowly spreading across his face, “It’s not my fault… I—I was so afraid I drove you away somehow…”

Ingo shakes his head vehemently. Though he may not have remembered the specifics, he had always known in the back of his mind that he had been railroaded into Hisui, never having a choice in the matter. He crawls back into Emmet’s lap and butts his head against the underside of his chin, a reassuring purr rumbling through his body.

Though small, Emmet’s smile as he hugs Ingo again is starting to brighten into genuine joy. His smile only broadens as Ingo politely motions for the board. Letting go of his Sneaseled brother, Emmet hands the whiteboard back into Ingo’s claws.

The writing takes longer this time as Ingo has to think about how to answer Emmet’s flurry of questions that are already fading from memory. But he has the general gist of them and opts for concise answers:

IDK WHAT HAPPENED OR WHY B/C AMNESIA

ENDED UP IN HISUI FOR 4 YEARS

DID LOTS OF THINGS THERE LONG STORY

SNEASEL THING B/C MAGIC(???) ACCIDENT

Passing the board to Emmet, Ingo watches as his brother processes his writing. Several different expressions flit over his face before settling on an outright confused smile.

“It sounds like your tracks got switched without your authorization,” he speculates. His puzzled look deepens as he rereads the second line, “And sent you to… ‘Hisui’? Where is that?”

Ingo has to think about this one. He was never very clear on Hisui’s relative location in the world. Though they came from all over the globe, a decent portion of the settlers and Galaxy Team members claimed to hail from places like Johto, Kanto and Hoenn. Those were all fairly close together last he checked.

NOT SURE NEAR KANTO OR JOHTO REGIONS? MAYBE HOENN?

Emmet’s eyes widen in realization.

“Sinnoh!” he breathes.

For a split second, Ingo feels his heart skip a beat, shocked that Emmet somehow knows the term for his clan’s god.

“You were in Sinnoh!” Emmet exclaims excitedly, pointing at Ingo, “That’s why you’re a Sinnohan Sneasel!”

Ingo’s shock quickly fades. Apparently the Galaxy Team’s renaming of Hisui stuck. Something about that makes part of him ache at the realization…

He refocuses on Emmet and nods, but then thinks better of it and scribbles in a correction.

HISUIAN SNEASEL BUT YES

“Hisui must be an old timey name for Sinnoh then,” Emmet muses as he sits back. He tilts his head curiously, “Did you get stuck out in the boonies? Where no one wants to call it Sinnoh because of ‘tradition’ or whatever?”

The thought gives Ingo pause. He’s not sure how Emmet will take this. His poor brother doesn’t need another shock to his system. But he needs to tell him sooner or later. Reluctantly, he gives Emmet the truth.

PRETTY SURE I GOT SENT TO THE PAST

Ingo watches his brother’s smile falter as he stares at the board with widening eyes.

“…t-time travel,” Emmet says weakly.

A bit of the Pearl Clan in Ingo nudges him to correct Emmet. He can just imagine Lady Irida’s voice scolding him that time travel means nothing without space, etc., etc.. He holds back an amused snort as he adds,

TIME + SPACE TRAVEL B/C OF DISTORTION RIFTS

Emmet’s smile turns brittle as his gaze goes distant. But he quickly shakes his head and swallows down his distress, offering Ingo a wobbly smile.

“…I am Emmet,” he declares, his voice fluctuating with too many emotions, “And I am going to ignore that or else I am going to cry in the bathtub.”

Churring regretfully, Ingo bumps his head against Emmet’s side. He doesn’t mean to keep upsetting his brother with the insanity of his situation. He writes another message,

SORRY

Emmet shakes his head and gives Ingo an affectionate scratch behind the ears.

“It’s not your fault,” he says softly. An odd expression then crosses his face and he gives Ingo an uncertain look, pressing him with, “…Right? You didn’t do any of this on purpose.”

Ingo furiously shakes his head, adding,

IDK WHAT HAPPENED EXACTLY

ONLY KNOW THAT I WAS IN BLIZZARD + MY HEAD HURT + STILL HAD MY NAME

“The doctors did say you have brain damage,” Emmet quietly mutters with a grim expression. “That might explain the amnesia… but what about your ‘magic accident’?”

Unbidden, Ingo feels his hackles rise at the memory. An involuntary growl escapes him as he scrawls out,

ACCIDENT B/C OF THIS STUPID THING

Underneath, Ingo starts to draw the Sinnoh-accursed object that set off this entire mess.

The brass orb seemed like such an innocuous gift a few months ago, not long after that whole business with the rift finally came to an end. Rei had informed him that it was an artifact rumored to restore lost things back to where they belonged.

Perhaps things like memories?

Frankly, Ingo wasn’t sure how a little tchotchke was supposed to accomplish that. Even if it couldn’t, he figured that it was still an interesting puzzle with many moving parts to fiddle with.

He really should have paid more attention to it. If he knew this was a potential result he probably would never have touched it. That or he’d have thrown it into a bottomless ravine or straight into the sea.

Emmet watches intently as a wobbly illustration of a segmented orb imprinted with unfamiliar symbols comes into being on the board. Then for good measure, Ingo adds an arrow pointing to it labeled:

MAGIC PUZZLE BALL

Picking up the board, Emmet studies the crude drawing, “Do you still have this thing?”

This earns him a blank stare before Ingo gestures at himself, miming empty pockets.

“You know what I meant!” Emmet snaps without heat. He playfully rubs Ingo’s head fur the wrong way, causing Ingo to meep in protest at him. Unrepentant, he grins at Ingo as he asks, “Do you have any idea where it is now?”

Taking a moment to lick his claws and groom his fur back into place, Ingo takes back the board to answer:

BACK IN FOREST

He pauses as he recalls something else and quickly adds:

SO IS OTHER STUFF

Emmet‘s smile dips in confusion, “What other stuff?”

CLOTHES + HUMAN THINGS

Emmet’s eyes widen as he blurts out, “Wait-! You were human when you first arrived??”

Ingo sighs but nods.

“Then when did the Sneasel thing happen??”

It takes longer for Ingo to write out his answer. Thinking about it is… difficult. But he manages.

IMMEDIATELY AFTER ARRIVAL

Pulling together the memories is hard after such a horrific experience, but Ingo knows enough to build a rough timeline of events.

He remembers that he had been watching over Lady Sneasler’s latest brood of kits, still in the process of exploring and learning about everything around them. Some of the more rambunctious ones had found their way into his bag and made room for themselves, spilling berries and crafting items everywhere. It wasn’t until he’d spotted a kit using the puzzle ball as a kick toy did he realize that the orb had been booted out too.

Upon retrieving it, he was amused to find that his work was now completely scrambled. Not that he was particularly bothered by it as it was little more than a fidget toy for him.

(A toy just for idle hands, what a novel concept in a place that only granted enough space for survival.)

However he was a little dismayed to discover that the kit must have tried to unhinge its jaw in an attempt to eat the orb as he found a shed baby tooth caught in a seam. He remembers picking at it with a blunt fingernail, trying to pry it out when he pressed… something.

The next thing he knew, he heard a mechanism click into place and a blast of white light washed out everything, his surroundings changing from a cave to a forest where his tracks went steeply downhill.

Emmet’s returning smile dims to a look of worry.

“Did it… hurt?” he asks carefully, stuffing down the sneaking suspicion that he already knows full well what the answer is and will not like it.

Even though he knew that it was coming, the very question still makes Ingo shrink in on himself with a shudder.

He still remembers his agonized screaming turning shrill and bestial as he was crushed ever smaller and smaller. Still remembers the way he watched his hands deform into something completely alien, his humanity robbed from him right before his eyes. Remembers choking on the blood flooding his mouth and nose.

Almighty Sinnoh, it hurt so much…

A whimper escapes Ingo and he realizes he’s shaking, claws clutching at his head, tears rolling down his cheek fur as his battered mind forces him to relive the nightmare of the transformation.

The blinding torment of his spine snapping and splintering…

His face turning against him as his skull shattered around him…

His pure helplessness as he faced his undoing…

Without warning, giant arms scoop him up and envelop him in a soft hug. Ingo instinctively buries his face in Emmet’s chest as he sobs, his brother’s voice felt more than heard.

“No, no, no, I am sorry, you do not have to answer,” he rumbles. Softly shushing Ingo, he gently rubs his small furred back. “I’m sorry, I’m here, I’m here.”

All Ingo can do is cling tighter to Emmet as his crying overwhelms him, nothing but shrill yowls tearing out of his throat. For now, this is only the shelter he can seek from the horrors engraved into his mind.

How long they stay like that, even they don’t know. By the time Ingo’s memories release their hold over him, he’s curled up into a shivering ball of fur in Emmet’s arms. His eyes and nose feel scratchy, his facial fur uncomfortably damp, and his breaths rough and phlegmy. He coughs to clear his throat, pressing against Emmet’s stomach with a sad chirp.

The arms holding him shift and he feels a large hand caressing his back, gently scratching behind his ears as Emmet’s voice rumbles against him.

“I am so sorry, Ingo…” he whispers soothingly. “I will not bring it up again. I promise.”

Still curled up in a ball, Ingo lets out a small sigh of relief. He raises his head and nuzzles Emmet’s palm in gratitude before ducking back to his balled up form.

Just thinking about those moments… he’s utterly drained. No part of him wants to touch those memories again, neither human nor Sneasel.

Almighty Sinnoh, Ingo is so tired…

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dailyrandomwriter · 5 months

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Day 606

As a general rule of thumb I don’t invest in digital habit trackers or software that gamifies working or exercising. Primarily because I don’t find that they work. Often these types of programs are designed to work in the background of your computer, phone or tablet, and you would reopen them once you have done a task or completed a chore.

There are two problems for me with these types of programs. First is the weird, out of sight, out of mind thing that happens. For the same reasons why I don’t like using a digital calendar on my phone, the moment I put it in and close the app, it is out of sight, and very quickly out of mind. Especially since I don’t really live out of my phone like the way most people do, and unless I get a second monitor on my desktop to constantly keep that program open, I am very much going to forget about said program. The second has to do with the low stake nature of digital apps. Digital anything by nature, is editable unless locked down, which is great, unless I’m using it to build a habit or do a task. There’s nothing stopping me from deleting a habit, or changing the proverbial goal post on a task in those apps.

It’s the reason why journaling has become such a lifesaver for me. The moment I put down a task, or a habit tracker, I am committing to that thing, and I can’t remove it. It doesn’t always mean I complete that thing, but I am far more aware of it, and far more likely to complete that thing. It’s why my place has been cleaner in the past 8 months than the whole time I’ve lived here. And honestly, it’s satisfying. It’s satisfying to go back through a month and see what I’ve done, and how much of it was done in any given month.

And yet, I did end up investing in a productivity software a few weeks ago called Spirit City: Lofi Sessions. In part because I was curious, this type of software that allows you to earn points to dress up an avatar and decorate your room has risen in popularity. It has very pretty graphics and a magical theme, so I wanted to see what it was about. While I don’t use a lot of features in the game, I already have a physical habit tracker, and a place to journal, the software accidentally helped me in a different way.

I like writing to lofi music. I don’t know if it’s my age, or if I’ve always been like this and just deluded myself as a young person, but I find writing to music that has words very difficult. It is very hard for me to organize my thoughts to write, as I find my brain is battling against the lyrics of the music I’m listening to. Complicating the matters is the fact I do technically have some form of maladaptive daydreaming (there’s some research suggesting this can be part of ADHD). In my case, music is often the trigger for those daydreams, which is fine when you need to entertain yourself in a hospital wait room for a few hours, but not fine when you’re trying to get writing done. Now normally, the solution would be just to write in silence, but I can’t. I find it very hard to work in silence.

So I often used Youtube to find lofi music. Over the years I have a few favourite places to go to. If I need something for just an hour or two, I love the Mighty Vibes Vol 2 mix from the Critical Role gang. If I need something longer I try looking for something Aesthetic Lofi because I also really like rain sounds in my background. The problem with this though, is when I go into Youtube, Youtube will show me all the shiny videos from creators I like or things I’m currently into. Like a magpie seeing a shiny object, I will get distracted and go look at the shiny videos.

Spirit City takes that problem out of my hands. My steam homepage will always show me the last applications I’ve accessed, which would be Spirit City for the amount of times I opened it. The moment I open it, it automatically opens the default music and it’s only a few quick clicks to add the background sounds I like. As a result the amount of distractions is kept to a minimum. I have the music I need, and I can just get to work.

As an aside, I also use the pomodoro timer in this software. By setting it to 15 or 30 minute intervals it lets me know how much time has passed and the ding often reminds me I’m in the middle of doing something if I have lost focus. The kind of use I’ve gotten out of this software is very surprising to me.

#spirit city: lofi sessions #productivity tools #lofi

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tuathadanan · 2 months

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MAJOR ANNOUNCEMENT.

Hello Citizens, I am coming with a very important announcement regarding the future of Túatha Dé Danann. Please read everything through, while I am trying to be thorough with my words.

TEMPORARY CLOSURE OF THE GROUP.

Do not fret! We shall close the group for a short amount of time to rearrange it in its entirety. We will also be moving to a new server. The old server will remain as an archive, so it __won’t be deleted __until the last member has left. We believe that moving to a freshly remade server would lift some new motivation to write again.

Why not just moving everything to an archive category?

It will beat the purpose of a revamp / remake. And again, the server will not be deleted until the last member has left the server. You may remain in the server to read back to old interactions, but members will possibly lose the writing permission to keep it a full archive with no tampering around.

The decision is final and has been approved by the mod team, who have agreed on the decision.

What does it mean for the current members in the group?

The invite link will be removed and eventually remade, so no new people shall join the group. Current members can roleplay as much as they want, the current plotline and other things shall be in stasis, though things will still run in real-time as usual. You have until August 7th 12am server time to reserve and apply a character. After that period, reserves and applications are temporarily suspended until we move to the new server.

How long will it take for the group to reopen?

There is no estimate date yet. We might be closing for one or two weeks, depending on how much time the mod team has to arrange everything. Note that real life can take over for some of us, and therefore we will have some delays. But we shall officially announce the reopening and the new server link!

If you have more questions regarding the temporary closure, feel free to ask any of the Mods about it!

What will happen after the re-opening?

With the re-opening, we will proceed to Phase 3.0. Since our current server kind of served like a Sandbox Phase, we want to work on more Lore-driven stuff, for example the Story Arcs, and finally the Four Leading Orders.

For the latter, we will be releasing google forms, since we do need people to actively join them. But more on that when the time comes!

Additionally, with the re-opening, we shall tighten and enforce some rules, as well as re-arrange them as well. Please understand our decision, as we mods have been discussing this thoroughly.

And to finish it off, if there are any more questions, please let us know! Feel free to ask in the ooc channels or in the helpdesk channel or in the mod's DMs!

We are very excited for this new chapter, and hope that you are as well!

#mod: anemone #tua: announcement

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noxtms · 6 months

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dear s ; we are pleased to inform you that your application for HERMIONE GRANGER has been accepted to 𝐧𝐨𝐱 ! sisi stringer is now taken. you have twenty four hours to submit your account, or else your role will be reopened !

⧼ sisi stringer, cis woman, she/her / the body is a blade by japanese breakfast + desperately searching for answers the only way you know how – in a dark, musty library filled with ancient tomes written in languages long dead to mankind – but not to you; a ceaseless tug-of-war between your brain and your heart, between rationale and compassion; a nightmarish memory that refuses to be forgotten, for it has seeped its way into your skin, seared itself beneath your eyelids — inescapable, it lingers and haunts you like a ghost (without parents, can you still call yourself a daughter?); the celestial heavens that you carry on your shoulders now that atlas can no longer bear the burden for you; when catherynne m. valente said "but if you must be clever, then be clever. be brave. sleep with fists closed and shoot straight." and when warsan shire said "even the dentist jumped back from the wormhole of my mouth, i suspect it was probably the war he saw. what do i do? i want to make love but my hair smells of war and running and running." ⧽ ━━ hey, isn’t that HERMIONE JEAN GRANGER? i read a daily prophet article on them, once ; the TWENTY EIGHT year old muggle born WITCH is a GRYFFINDOR alumnus who has gone on to be an EMPLOYEE FOR THE DEPARTMENT FOR THE REGULATION AND CONTROL OF MAGICAL CREATURES. i’ve heard they can be quite CEREBRAL & STOUTHEARTED, but i don’t know… they came off very PEDANTIC & ACERBIC in that interview. it really is hard to know what to believe these days though, isn’t it? [ s, 27, pst, she/they ]

#hp rp #harry potter rp #appless rp #fandom rp #canon rp #oc rp #mumu rp #established rp #accepted.

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visacollect · 6 months

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How to Get a Green Card in the United States: The Complete Guide

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In conclusion Many people want to live in the U.S. permanently. The process of getting a green card is complicated, but it can be done with the right help and knowledge. You can improve your chances of moving to the United States by learning about the process, getting ready carefully, and getting professional help.

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#green card #green card visa #visa collect #visa #visa services

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