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[kurios-development-hell]

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DOING THESE 🔢 WITH THE 🖐??? HOW CAN YOU BE SO [last century] GET THESE 🧮 AT HALF-PRICE THE 🪓 USED TO MAKE THEM WITH THE [scented flesh] OF THOSE 🌲LURKING IN THE 🏞️

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[microwaving-tesilid-argente]

the way my hit count for the tesilette fic is so much higher than my other fics is incredibly funny to me, esp because in hindsight i really shouldn't be surprised at all

[nexus-nebulae]

well. we were going to try out some new New Member Protocols with this new guy but. whoops! speedran it anyways,

[cheswirls]

oh the hotel arc is starting it is here

[l1tw1ck]

Denial

Omega!Bottom!FTM Kenma x Alpha!Top!Male Reader

Kenma couldn't force himself to think about any hot girls whenever the two of you would get off using each other's bodies. Not even that hot domme he saw on twitter could beat you.

🏐 Word Count: 2,021 🏐

AFAB Language Used | (had this in my drafts since DEC.. i forgor)

CW: Mild Dub-Con, Thigh Fucking, Oral Sex, Daddy Kink, Praise Kink, Voice Kink, Virginity Loss, Fingering, Creampie

“This is just what best friends do, Kenma.” You reassure him as you rub your cock in between his thighs.

“You're such a great friend.” You groan. Kenma silently stares in between his legs, extremely turned on and intimidated by your size.

You convinced him that doing this is perfectly normal between friends and that you’d be helping each other from getting blue balls.

“So you're into that kind of thing, huh?” You ask, looking at Kenma’s phone. He jumps and drops his phone in his lap. “Hey, don't be embarrassed. Nothing wrong with being into pegging. If it makes you feel better I’ll share my kinks too.”

Then one thing led to another and here you are.

It's risky for an alpha and an omega to do this kind of thing since it can escalate pretty quickly but you're both taking suppressants and you're virgins with absolutely no suitors, which helped get Kenma to agree.

“You just gotta imagine I’m a hot girl, like the one in that drawing.”

“Okay-” Kenma shuts his eyes and tries to visualize the hot fictional woman in the drawing he saw online. He tries his best to focus but the only thing he can think about is you. And how fucking hot you sound. The sound of your labored breaths and restricted moans is more than enough to make him come. Is it strange to get off on a guy’s moans? He slightly opens one eye, just enough so that he can see without you realizing, and shuts it right back when he sees you staring straight at him. Did you open your eyes first? Did you realize he opened his?

You bite down on your lip. “Shit— I’m close–” You warn him.

He opens his eyes. “‘s okay..” He mumbles. “You…you can.”

“Yeah? God, you're the best.” You groan. Kenma shudders and orgasms, his pussy longing for you to be inside it. He watches as spurts of cum splatter on his stomach and on the band of his sports bra. He wants to taste it. He wants it inside him. “Did you come?” You ask, wiping him off with a tissue.

“yeah-” Kenma says shakily, leaning back. “We…we should do it again..another time..”

“Agreed. This is so much better than getting rejected all the time.” You grin.

Kenma hugs your pillow as your cock slides back and forth in between in his ass. He’s once again only in his underwear. He has a vibrator, one part stuffed up his cunt and the other pressed against his t-dick. Kenma knows deep down he doesn't need the vibrator and that he could go multiple rounds just with your cock sliding against him but he doesn't want to admit that or worse, admit it to you.

You're under the impression that Kenma’s watching porn with noise cancelling headphones but in reality, the audio is muted and the noise cancelling feature is turned off. It's not gay to like the sound of a guy pleasing himself…it's basically the equivalent to watching porn with a guy who isn't afraid to moan.

“That's it– just lay there while I use you…like a good boy..” You resist the urge to slap his ass.

Kenma bites down on his lip. He’s glad you can't see his face or else you’d realize he doesn't give a shit about the random porno he has playing on his phone.

“So good for me…so fucking good..”

He whimpers quietly, his cheeks red. It’s hard to justify the arousal he’s feeling. He can't even convince himself that he's imagining some random girl saying that to him. He's getting turned on by you, your voice, your hands, your cock, your scent. He really wishes it was him you were thinking about. Then he wouldn't feel so weird.

Kenma’s toes curl when he hears your about-to-come voice. The slight change in pitch and your breathlessness is just what he needed to hear to push him over the edge.

“So good for daddy..” You groan. Nevermind, that is what he needed. Kenma squirts, shaking heavily. You come just seconds later.

You slowly breathe in and out, staring at the cum splatter on his back. There aren't many things more erotic than this. Your eyes trail down to his clothed pudgy cunt, a patch of his gray underwear darker than the rest, making you realize he squirted. God, you wish you could just stuff your face in that.

Kenma turns around and takes off his headphones. “I’ll shower first.”

You lean back into Kenma’s couch and look at him as he's avenging your character's death in the game you're playing. You wonder what he really thinks about all this. “Hey…I’m curious..”

“Hm?” Kenma hums.

“Can I touch you? Like…more than usual?”

He keeps playing the game despite his surprise. “If you want to.” His cheeks are red. “I don't mind doing whatever…cause we’re best friends, like you said.”

“Really? So I could like…finger you and that’d be okay?”

“Yeah.” His voice cracks a bit. “You could go all the way..if that's what you want..”

“Wow…okay.” You gulp, slowly inching towards Kenma. You hesitantly place your hand on his thigh before sliding it inside his shorts. He does his best to keep fighting the boss while your fingers explore the space between his legs. “Is this okay?”

“Mhm-” He nods, losing focus as you reach his dick. He lands the final hit on the boss and pauses the game. He can feel your heavy breaths.

“You're so wet— sorry.”

“‘s fine. You can…you can talk.”

You feel more confident now. “I just started and you're already this worked up..” You murmur, sliding a finger inside him. “See how easy that was..” You slowly add a second one. Kenma leans back. His heart is beating so loudly. He sets his controller next to him, then roughly grips the arm of the couch. Your fingering skills need work but Kenma definitely can't tell.

“Uh~ Daddy~” Kenma moans, a bead of sweat drips down his forehead. The noise you made in response makes him shudder.

“Say it again.” You breathe out, somehow finding his g spot.

“Daddy!” He cries out, his cunt aggressively squeezing around your fingers.

“Good boy.” You take your hand out of his pants. The two of you look at each other for a few seconds before turning away. You’ve both decided to ignore the elephant in the room.

“I- I’m gonna…. clean up..” He says, standing up abruptly.

Kenma figures that since you’ve basically given up on getting a girlfriend, he no longer has to feel bad about his arousal towards you. He can just give you everything a romantic partner provides without even having to tell you about his feelings. It's perfect.

“You did really well today.” Kenma holds your hand, pulling you inside your hotel room. “We're going to the quarterfinals ‘cause of you.” He pushes you against the door. He pulls your shorts down while getting onto his knees. He kisses your length and tucks his hair behind his ear.

“This is so much better than an after party.” You throw your head back as he sucks your cock. He makes good use of his tongue as he takes all of you in his mouth. Kenma’s head bobs up and down while he humps his hand.

The two of you jump at the sound of knocking at the door.

“Hey!” Kuroo calls out your name. Kenma knows he should get up and hide in the bathroom but he just can't pry himself away from your cock. You grab a fistful of Kenma’s hair and push him further along your length, letting him know you don't want him to leave either. “You're not coming to the party?” He jiggles the door handle. Kenma looks up at you with the most seductive eyes you've ever seen, his tongue swirls around your cock.

“Are you asleep?” He knocks again.

“I’ll be there later!”

“You better be! You're the reason we're celebrating! And tell Kenma to come too!” Kuroo leaves.

The adrenaline rush makes your cock erupt like a volcano in Kenma’s mouth. Kenma swallows it all then stands up. He leans into your ear. “I’ll give you something else after the party.” He smiles, making his way to the bathroom to freshen up.

As soon as you get back to the hotel room, you press Kenma against the door, reversing your previous positions. You couldn't stop the guys from getting you drunk. You forgot you're not supposed to drink alcohol when you're taking suppressants and now you're extremely horny. “Sorry, Ken-” You mumble with your face buried in his neck. “You're such a good friend for me…so fucking good, baby.” You quickly expose both of your lower halves and grab Kenma’s legs, your dick throbbing against his pussy.

“Wa- wait-” Kenma looks down. He was planning for this but he didn't anticipate you acting like this. He's only a little tipsy but he can tell his scent is making you drunker. And your strong pheromones definitely aren't helping him suppress his own.

“You can handle it, Ken, it won't even hurt.” You slowly align the tip of your cock with his entrance. “‘Cause your pussy’s made for me. It’ll fit.”

His cheeks are burning hot. He knows you're super drunk and super influenced by your arousal and his pheromones but hearing that makes his heart flutter. He is made for you. Every part of him. It won't hurt. “Ye- yeah- it's made for you.” He watches your lips curl into a smile.

“That's right.” You slowly slide inside him without much resistance. “There we go…there we go, baby.”

Kenma digs his blunt nails into your shoulders and presses his head against the door. It does hurt but it's not as bad as he thought. He moans your name. None of the dildos he's used could even come close to your cock.

“Fuck—” You moan. You sink your teeth into his neck. Kenma gasps, his eyes widening. You marked him. He bites down on his lip and grins as you bottom out. He knows it's wrong but he's so glad you marked him. Now you have no choice but to stay with him. You belong to him.

You thrust into him slowly. “You feel so good..”

He moans your name. “Yes- yes– like that—” He loves the pace you're going at, it gives him the opportunity to really take you in properly. He doesn't even care if his teammates can hear him. He's too happy. “Daddy~”

“‘M gonna knock you up, Ken…breed you til you're full.” You grow.

“Yes! Breed me~!” Kenma squeals. He rolls his eyes back and moans shamelessly. He's already gonna come.

You quicken your thrusts. “Mine.” You both reach your climax at the same time, his pussy happily takes in your seed.

You slowly open your eyes. Kenma’s next to you fast asleep and wearing your shirt. Your memories of last night are foggy. All you remember is fucking Kenma and marking him. You wonder if he’s mad at you. You hope not...this is what you wanted all along. You didn't plan for it to happen so soon though.

He wakes up thanks to you shuffling out of bed. He says your name sleepily.

“Sorry, I didn't want to wake you up.”

“‘s fine.” He sits up. “Last night…”

“I…I barely remember it, but I know I marked you..” You stare at the teeth marks on his neck. “I’ll take full responsibility. You're my best friend so I won't abandon you.”

“Thanks..” He smiles softly. “I don't mind. It's better than dealing with rejection and break ups, right?”

“Right.” You nod, smiling back.

“Can you help me shower? My legs are sore.”

“Of course." You pick him up.

The team stares at you and Kenma as you sit down for breakfast. They're almost done eating. Kenma’s ears are bright red.

“Soo…” Kuroo pokes the last chunk of his food with his fork. “Should we be worried about…a baby….?”

[i73mj]

tease me, mommy

pairings: stepmom!aeri x virgin!yn

warnings: oh shit i forgor, choking, fingering, face sitting, a lil bit of scissoring, cum eating?, LOTS of nipple play, also this counts as stepcest right lmk if there’s more, excessive use of sweetie i believe :|

a/n: woohoo your favorite writer is back! i swear this took me a while to finish because life has not been good to me😭 but i’m okay now :) btw 'i’m so bad at synopsis so no more synopsis. hope y’all enjoy!

”what?!” you stormed into aeri’s study after she called (yelled) out your name a couple of times. you had been sorting through your father’s belongings, something that should’ve been his responsibility, but of course, he was too busy. the room wasn’t very big, only half the size of your father’s office, yet aeri seemed perfectly at home behind the sleek mahogany desk, going through stacks of legal documents.

aeri had married your father two years ago, and though people whispered about her being a gold digger, you knew better. she didn’t need his money—she already had plenty of her own. what she wanted was status, influence, the kind of power that came with having your father’s last name. it wasn’t love, but an arrangement that worked for them both: your father got a beautiful, young wife to parade around at charity galas, and aeri got a seat at the table of one of the most influential business families in the country.

”i need you to sign here for your shares in the company, sweetie.” that smile again, that sweet-but-poisonous smile. ”your dad finally decided to hand them over, and i must say, i’m a little jealous of how much power you’ll have now.”

wow. she was right—it was a lot. more than you expected. aeri handed you her pen, but you took one out from your right pocket instead.

”i have my own,” she chuckled lightly as you leaned against her desk, steadying the paper to sign. ”there.” you didn’t hate her presence openly, but aeri always found ways to annoy you—like now, sitting herself on your lap the second you put your pen back on your shirt pocket.

”aeri, get off me.” you said, voice low.

”what? don't like sharing space with your stepmom? you know your dad’s leaving on a business trip right?” she teased, plucking your pen out of your pocket and slipping it down her cleavage with a smirk.

you tried not to stare.

this wasn’t the first time she pulled shit like this. ever since your 19th birthday, her teasing had only gotten worse. it didn’t help that you were only seven years apart in age. did she marry your dad for you or what? you wondered oftentimes.

”aeri... give it back...” you divert your gaze somewhere else, her nightgown slightly ajar. but she’s persistent, putting her thumb on your lips and letting her hand cup your cheek, pulling your face to the front.

”what’s wrong, sweetie? can’t take it by yourself?” her voice dropped an octave, you got up the courage to look at her. lips crimson, eyelashes curled, cheeks pink. you noticed a bead of sweat on her forehead, under her bangs.

”don’t fucking play with me aeri, i got a class in thirty minutes.” you get up, lifting aeri and putting her down on her desk before getting your head yanked to the back. ”what the fuck!?”

aeri’s grip on your hair tightens, her hands proceed to roam under your shirt as she pulls you closer. you can feel her hot breath on your nape, teasing you more than ever. she presses her boobs against your back, sending a jolt through your body.

”you’re so easy to tease, sweetheart.” she let go of her grip on your hair, moving that hand to circle your waist, and holding you still against the desk.

”you think i don’t see how badly you want me? the last time we all had dinner you were basically eye-fucking me, honey.” her hands got braver, playing with your bra strap and taking forever to unclip the hook. fuck, you don’t want to admit that you want this but your body reacts to every single of aeri’s touch.

”ooh, a sensitive girl i see...” she unhooked your bra (finally), quickly taking it off along with your shirt. her palm hovers just a few milimeters above your hardened nipples, the anticipation made you whimper.

”plea- don’t fucking do that aeri.” ”not gonna touch you until you say please.” she retreats her hand from your boobs, taking a step back and slowly made her way to the door, locking it. you stand still, staring with your mouth agape—you didn’t realize—as aeri slowly took off her night robe and put it on a coat hanger across the room. and oh my god, it’s as if aeri knew what is about to happen because she’s wearing a satin, lacy lingerie. you can see her panties as the satin part of the dress parted at the front when aeri walked to the sofa that was just beside the coat hanger, sitting with her legs crossed.

”come here.” you never let someone command you ever but somehow you obliged, wondering what would she do to you next. your legs faltered towards her, as you stand in front of her awkwardly—don’t know what to do.

aeri’s smirk grew wider before she grabs your wrist, guiding you to sit on lap. ”you must be cold, look at your nipples...” oh, it’s all hard and sensitive. you bit your lower lip as aeri fixes her glasses, then puts her middle and index finger inside your mouth. you instinctively suck it as aeri plays with your nipples. the tingling sensastion makes you whimper, hips jerking for friction.

”look at you, all cute and obedient for me.” you want to deny, but aeri's hand that started to creep up your inner thighs leaves you silent. after all, your blushing face was enough for confirmation. aeri chuckled softly, wanting to do a ’little experiment.’ she picks you up and lays you down on the coffee table by the window, you could clearly see the gardener adding some fertilizer to your mother's flower pots. while you were trying to distract yourself, aeri slowly pulled down your shorts and threw them across the room.

”relax pretty.” your breath hitched as aeri moves closer into your core and begins kissing your inner thighs while playing with your increasingly aroused nipples, slowly, her kisses turn into tiny licks. her mouth begins to tease your leaking cunt, thumbs stroking your sensitive bud gently. your legs tremble, feeling aeri’s finger on your entrance.

”may i teach you how good this could feel cutie?” she lift her face from between your thighs, lips ghosting over your heated skin as her teeth teasingly tugs at the hem of your panties. your breath hitches, too embarassed to meet her gaze, but you still nods—heart pounding with anticipation.

”hey, look at me.” aeri crawls up to meet your face—eyebrows furrowed, eyes watery from the pleasure, lips swollen from how much you bit it to hold in your moans. that’s when aeri knows, she gazed at you intently, her smile slowly widening as her awareness grew. her hand reached out, touching your face, which burned beneath her fingers.

“oh my gosh, sweetheart. you are a virgin.” you could only let out a soft whimper, her voice dropping an octave, something thrilling in the way she spoke. her thumb brushed against your flushed lips, then trailed down to your chin, holding it in place so you’d keep looking at her. “no one’s ever touched you here, huh?” she asked, though her tone sounded more like a statement than a question.

you resist answering, but she already knows. the expression on your face, the way your body trembles under her touch—are all enough for an explanation. aeri let out a small sigh, like she’s holding herself back. her hand goes down further until it touches your chest, she squeezes, fondles, and pinches your tits while still keeping her eyes on you. this time, her gaze is softer, her touch gentler. you're still trying to hold in your moans when aeri finally breaks the gaze and settles her warm mouth on your nipple.

there is no part of your tits that is missed by the sweep of the aeri tongue, the warm sensation of her mouth mixed with saliva makes you tremble violently, as you hold your body to stay lying on the now entirely messy coffee table. ”emmh... aeri...”

”yes sweet girl?” her eyes gazing full of control, you can now clearly see aeri’s face-a little sweaty, and a little tense. her makeup becomes a little messy, but her face still unexplainably pretty.

”i-it feels so good...” you manage to let out, holding onto the sides of the table. ”i know,” aeri starts tracing your neck and leaves some marks while stroking the mound in the middle of your legs, ”and it's about to get better.”

aeri shifts her position, she kneels in front of you and positioning her hands on your legs to keep them apart. she makes the first lick along your slit, long and slow to make sure you feel it. you let out a long whine as your back arches from the sensation, eyes shut, and lower lip bitten. you throws your head head back, and aeri starts to raise her speed.

your arousal drips down into aeri’s mouth and overflows until it drips onto the table, aeri hums—chuckle—the vibration from the hum makes it feel even better. she decided to stick her tongue inside your cunt when she thinks you’re unable to control your moans anymore. you’re getting more desperate, and aeri struggles to keep your hips stay still because you keep wriggling it for more friction.

”you like it?” she asks, even though she knows for sure you love it, you let out another lustrous moan as an answer. aeri smirks and gets up, the excess arousal flows down her chin. she gather some on her fingers, ”woah, you’re really... aroused. you know?” she licks it off clean shamelessly and moves closer towards you.

”come sit back up.” she grabs your jaw gently and crashes your lips together, you voluntarily open your mouth for aeri to slip her tongue inside your mouth and lets you savour your own taste. she hums in satisfaction as she let go of her grip and puts her palm against your nape, pushing you forward to deepen the kiss. the kiss gets more desperate, sloppy, and rough as aeri lets you take control of the kiss. actually, you didn't hate her that much, you were mostly jealous, but it feels like those feelings just dissipate into thin air right now, otherwise why would you let yourself be all submissive under your stepmother’s touch?

slowly, without letting go of the kiss, aeri starts to lower her hands down, one hand settling on your left breast, the other on the mound between your legs.

”you’re so wet...” she hissed in between kisses, toying with your bundle of nerves. letting go of the kiss—you unconsciously follows her mouth—she hugs you. confused and dazzled from the stimulation on your clit, you just follow her lead.

”do you ever pleasure yourself?” aeri whispers, her breathing heavily against your ear. being the nerdy loser virgin you are, you answer, ”of course, i had some experiments, but i never really-” aeri's laughter cut you off mid-sentence.

”let me rephrase the question. do you ever have sex?” you pushed aeri back and shriek.

”what? no! i will never let anyone touch me, ever!” ”yet here you are, reacting at every of my touch,” aeri lets out a giggle, ”but seriously? a freshman like you? the senior used to always went out for cute freshmens like you, y’know?” aeri teasingly asks.

”no, fuck, my class.” suddenly, you were snapped back into reality. what the fuck are you doing right now? shit, your embarassment grew when you realize that aeri’s fully clothed while you’re naked. you were about to get your shirt back, but aeri holds down your waist, pushing it back against the table.

”relax sweet girl,” aeri cooed, she grips onto your waist tighter, you’re sure that a red mark would be seen, ”we’re not done.”

”but my class-” ”oh plese, you’re late anyway. besides, pfft, you really think i would let you go so easily after tasting you?” you nod, ”... adorable.” you squeal, feeling more and more aroused as aeri guides you to the brown sofa and push your back so that you can watch her undress. her movements are slow, almost careful, aeri’s hand slowly make its way to the ribbon knot on her shoulder and with a small tug, the fabric that covered her chest drops. aeri bit her lower lip and watches your reaction, clearly amused.

”like what you’re seeing?” aeri let the clothing fell to the floor and walks up to you then positioning your thighs in between her legs, then sat, you can sense clearly when her arousal are starting to spread all over your thighs.

”feel it baby? feel my cunt on your thigh? see how much i want you too?” aeri went for your ear, licking and biting while simultaneously grazing her hard nipples on your chest.

”ah... hnggh...” you hold both of her shoulders, attempting to push her back, but she only smirks, unfazed by your weak resistance.

”hmm... needy, aren't we?” she teases, sitting back on your thigh and starting to move her hips back and forth. she guides your hand to rest on her hip, placing the other on her chest with a deliberate touch.

”come on, don't be shy, do whatever you want.” her words ignite something in you, and without hesitation, you start putting into practice the things you’ve seen in porn. you start by playing with her nipples—pinching, caressing, licking, until her pussy is begging for attention too.

”hnggh.. yn... please- here, touch me...” you carefully slide your middle finger inside her, watching her face for any sign of hesitation before adding another one. her hips starts moving again while you’re still trying to find the pace of your fingers. with every touch on her skin, aeri gets more needy and desperate until she decides she couldn’t take it anymore. your fingers aren’t enough.

she pins you down on the carpet and grabs a fistful of your hair gently while positioning her pretty cunt on your mouth, a few of her arousal drops onto your face before she lowers her body to feel your warm tongue lapping her sweet cunt.

”shit- yn, sorry i- haven’t- got fucked- this good....” she immediately moves her hips frantically. you instinctively tease her bud with your left fingers as the right hand massaging her bubble ass, ”mmh, am i doin’ this right?” your mumbles sent out a vibration that made aeri’s body tense up, ”fuck you’re gonna regret letting me taste this sweet cunt of yours aeri.” you can feel that she’s close by the way her walls are clenching around your tongue.

”yes you’re doing so great baby,” your hand that were previously on aeri’s butt lowers down, finding your own pussy soaked, aeri’s movements gets more and more desperate when you hear a loud pornographic moan. afraid that anyone hears it, your first instinct were to grab her neck and kisses her roughly as she rides out her high.

”wait-” as aeri try to catch her breath, you quickly take the advantage to crash your cunts together, grinding it harshly as you feel your high is about to come too.

”fuck aeri please let me use you, ’m sorry, fuckfuckfuck...” it really didn’t take you long to reach your high after tasting aeri’s sweet cunt. you collapse beside her, both of you panting, bodies slick with sweat. aeri's hand finds yours, fingers intertwining as she turns her head to look at you with a lazy, satisfied grin.

”not too bad for a virgin.”

[b1eedthefreak]

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. Suckin

⌇daryl dixon x reader

summary⌇daryl sucking on your boobies man

warnings⌇smut with 0 plot, daryl sucking you boobies man that’s the whole plot

word count⌇0.3k

a/n⌇okay this is a short drabble i wrote like 3 nights ago i forgor to post

He sucked like it was the only thing that could make his brain shut up. Slow. Wet. Warm.

No urgency. No teasing. Just full, open mouthed worship. His lips wrapped around your nipple, tongue flicking softly, then laving slow circles like he had nowhere else to be.

Your hands tangled in his hair as your thighs clenched around nothing.

“Fuck, Daryl…”

He didn’t stop. He didn’t even look up. Just groaned deep in his throat and brought a hand up to squeeze your other breast, kneading like he was starving.

“You’re gonna make me come,” you breathed.

His voice was muffled, lips still latched:

“Good. Let me.”

You fell back against the pillows as he followed, still suckling, now straddling your thigh. You could feel his cock hard in his boxers, grinding slow against your leg with every groan.

He switched sides dragging his mouth across your chest to kiss and suck the other nipple, his hand still toying with the first.

He was lost.

“Y’feel so fuckin’ good,” he murmured against your skin. “Could do this all night. Don’t even care if we gotta do somethin’. Jus’ wanna taste you.”

Your hips rolled up instinctively, aching. Soaked.

“You’re so good to me,” you whispered.

He kissed the underside of your breast, licking a slow stripe up to your nipple before sucking it back into his mouth with a desperate sound.

And that’s how he stayed.

Hard. Throbbing. Moaning against your tits like a man drunk on heaven.

Just suckin’ ‘em.

Because he could.

Because he loved them.

Because he loved you.

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[ratcandy]

Ok. Look at this for a second ok?

wasps

zasp

general ultimax/fuff

wayde

voi

reeves

bees

crisbee

ants

n/a

What’s all this? Well let me Tell You: this is a (possibly non-comprehensive) list of all the bugs (hymenopterans specifically) in bug fables who go by he/him pronouns yet have stingers .

For those who do not know, Stingers are modified ovipositors. IRL, bugs born male generally Do Not have stingers, seeing as ovipositors are an egg-laying organ. notice: there are 5 total wasps, 1 bee, and no ants (the only ant who goes by he/him in the game is Monsieur Scarlet, and he does not have a stinger - but this isn't really noteworthy because None of the ants in-game are drawn with stingers).

so like. My question is . What's going on with the wasps. I mean I’m pretty sure literally all wasps we see with he/him pronouns have stingers. Is it just because drone wasps are born less often or Do you guys think wasps are more predispositioned to be trans/transmasc specifically. I would chalk this up to the devs just not knowing if they hadn’t shown at least a Little understanding of bug biology already . Maybe they don’t know about the stinger thing but STILL.

I want to talk about the lore implications .Can we talk about it can someone worldbuild this with me can someone hold my hand and frolic with me. Does anyone want to live in this beautiful world with me

(for anyone wondering - no i have not been able to find any transfem characters thru the same means... nor through the means of Wings (male ants will typically have wings)... unless you want to count Bumble and Rebelle, who as velvet ants should absolutely have Very Large stingers, but seeing as neither have wings and velvet ant stingers don’t Jut Out as other wasps’ do anyway… mmmmwho knows) (that is unless you want to argue all the ants in the game EXCEPT Monsieur Scarlet are trans because none of them are drawn with stingers) (which would be incredibly funny . all things considered)

ok That’s my trans bugs post. If I missed anyone pleas tell me I’d love to update my list. And if you want to talk about how wasps are more likely to be trans u should talk to me about that too

CORRECTIONS / ADDITIONS (edited due to replies):

Removed Ritchee from the list since Ritchee's pronouns are confirmed she/her in the artbook

Rebelle and Bumble are shown in concept art to have wings, so HEY, we might Actually have Two transfem characters ,

Carmina is another velvet ant in a similar situation as those two (no wings nor stinger, so ?) who I Forgor about

[haveihitanerve]

Had an idea but I forgor it so here's a different one

Bruce Wayne, concussed and on several strong painkillers, socializing with socialites from outside Gotham. They ask him about his kids and joke about how they all look so similar to him.

His brain, moving at about 3mph, does not register that his kids were ADOPTED (safe for one) and answers their questions as if he gave birth to them, forgetting he also doesn't have the facilities for that (unless you want him to- we love old trans people)

"Master Bruce I really must insist-" Alfred tried for the fourth time in seven minutes, Bruce had counted, reaching to push him back to bed and pull off the suit jacket he had only moments before helped Bruce put on.

"'M going Alf." Bruce grumbled back, rubbing a bleary hand over his eyes. "There's no use in putting it off. Don't have a good excuse and.." He grimaced. "They need to see me. It's been a while."

Alfred opened his mouth to protest again, even going so far as to move in front of the door to block his exit. "You are on far too many medications Mr. Wayne, not to mention a concussion! You simply cannot."

Bruce's lips twitched it amusement. It was a rare day when Alfred's composure was rattled to the point of calling him Mr. Wayne, and while Alfred was admittedly very strong, there was no way his physical blockation of Bruce's path would actually stop him.

"Alf." Bruce began gently, and the butler scoffed, rolling his eyes as he moved out of the way, striding down the long hallway. "Well. I see my advice isn't heeded. As always."

Bruce threw him an apologetic smile, heading for the main door. "Love ya Alfie!!" The butler snorted, but Bruce could tell he was softening.

"Call if you need boy." Alfred murmured. Bruce grinned, offering a wink as he pulled the door open. "I will." He promised, sliding into the backseat of his limousine, heading to the Gala.

He hissed as the needle broke his skin, biting his lip to prevent any further sounds as the anti-biotic worked its way into his system. Alfred would most definitely have protested its use, especially as Bruce tossed back a handful of other added painkillers, but if he was being honest, he needed them to get through the night.

"Thanks Hank. Tell your wife I said hi and grab her a bouquet on your way home. On me." He patted his driver's shoulder as he climbed out. Hank grinned, tipping his black cap.

"You always make me seem like such a good husband Mr. Wayne, I appreciate it. Have a good night." Bruce grinned back, stumbling slightly as he moved towards the doors, using the car to stabilize himself.

"You give me too much credit, send your boys some love and you have tomorrow off, try to actually use that baseball glove I gifted you." Hank chortled, setting the car into drive. "Will do sir. Good night." Bruce nodded the same back, watching until the car pulled away fully to stumble up the steps.

"Maybe those pills weren't such a good idea." He mumbled to himself as he made it to the doors, pulling them open to walk inside, heading straight for the table laid out with food. Of course, one couldn't enter a Gala without greeting the hosts, and he barely made it two steps before he was intercepted.

"Mrs. and Mr. Ketch. How lovely to see you." Bruce offered a bow, bending too low before rocking back upwards. Mrs. Ketch was smiling at him, a lovely, true smile that Bruce noticed tended to happen whenever he greeted the woman first instead of the man. Mr. Ketch was frowning, but more at Bruce's bizarre drunken act than any offense towards being placed after his wife.

"Are you alright, Wayne?" He asked, and Bruce hated that he actually liked the Ketch's, because there was genuine concern in the mans voice. Another reason why he had come.

The Ketch's were new money, self made, and trying to blend in with the old elites, though Bruce had to admit they never would, they were just too good, too kind, too sincere.

He wondered, dimly, in the back of his foggy, drug addled mind, if perhaps they'd finally tire of all the snide comments, rude looks, sneers, and give up on their well meaning charity that they had chosen Gotham for. He hoped they wouldn't. He liked having actual good conversation at these dull events.

"M fine, truly." Bruce answered, a few seconds too late, smiling lazily. "Might've had a few." He tried his best imitation at a drunken smile, wincing as he realized it was dangerously close to how he really felt.. tipsy. Off balance.

Robert, because that was his name, he had told Bruce his first name instead of demanding he call him Mr., frowned a little in concern, and before he knew it they had herded him to one of the seating places, settling down by him.

"How're the kids?" Mrs. Ketch asked, handing him a glass of water that Bruce gratefully accepted. "Amazing." He answered. "Splendid. They're always doing so well. They don't see it though." He frowned at his glass, wondering why that was.

"They're so amazing though. It just doesn't make any sense," He sat up, leaning forward to look at the couple in front of him intensely. They both had their eyebrows raised in surprise, but leaned forward in tandem, intruiged.

"Because see, they're so brilliant, and lovely, and smart, really I think they're the smartest people in the world- like ever. And Dickie, he's so kind and sweet and nice, and he's got a few problems and I'm sorry about it but he's really just amazing and an all around good person, I really oughtta try and be more like him, and oh he's got my eyes, im so glad he got my eyes, but i love his nose too, its nothing like mine- anyway Jason too- whoo he got my height im so happy for him- he also has my eyes! they all have my eyes actually, except cass, and damian, but like he's so brilliant and smart and he was such a good kid, he is now too- oh he doesn't like me calling him kid, but he'll always be my baby, and oh i cried so much when he died, but he better now, oh and Timmy, oh timmy is so smart. Soooo smart like genuis level, and he's wayy smarter than me, wayyyy smarter, and alfie says he has my hair, but i dont see it- i think he got my jaw though- and then Cass oh Cassandra My baby girl she's lovely and sweet and a charmer, beautiful girl, so is Barbara, but she won't let me say that to her, no no, but she is, she's so pretty and smart and quick, she scares me sometimes but I love her, such a good girl yknow? And Stephanie? Oh she and Tim need to make it official so shes mine. mine mine mine. I need another daughter you know? Too many boys. Equality of men and women at home. I need them home. And then Duke. hes so lovely too. Oh and Damian. Damian took some adjusting but they're all so lovely yknow? I remember the day they were born so vividly. I was so happy. I love them so much. It hurt, of course, but what is that to the joy they bring now yknow?"

Bruce took a sip of his drink, nodding thoughtfully as he leaned back. Mrs. and Mr. Ketch blinked a few times, opened their mouths, closed them again, and leaned back as well, exchanging glances.

"Yes. Well. Quite." Mr. Ketch cleared his throat. "Bruce, perhaps we should call you someone? To take you home?" Mrs. Ketch nodded her agreement.

"Come on sweetheart, let's get you home. You need to go to bed and.. and sleep this off." Bruce nodded, letting them help him stand and guide him to the door as Mr. Ketch called someone.

"Yeah. I like bed. And sleep. Oh- but I can't. Uh-uh, I promised Dickie I'd call him." Bruce nodded, turning to head back inside as though that would help his quest.

Mrs. Ketch grabbed his arm and gently, but firmly, led him back outside. "Rob just called him sweetheart, he's on his way."

"Oh." Bruce nodded. "Oh. Thas good." Mrs. Ketch nodded her agreement, rubbing his back soothingly. "I like that." Bruce hummed, letting his eyes close. "Its like what my mother used to do." Mrs. Ketch looked at him in surprise, hand stilling for a second before resuming.

"Really?" She asked gently. Bruce hummed in confirmation. "Oh yes. Yeah she did. You do it well. You'd make a good mom. Just like me. Well, I don't make a good mom." At that he frowned at the ground, biting his lip. "But I try."

Mrs. Ketch smiled, turning them as a car pulled up. "Yes. You do. And you do it marvelously Bruce, truly. That's all we can ever do. Try." Bruce nodded his agreement as the door opened and his eldest emerged, rushing to his side.

"Bruce!" Dick looked genuinely worried, grabbing his shoulder. "You alright?" His son's eyes were searching, scanning his body.

"Oh hes fine." Mrs. Ketch waved with a smile. "Just a few drinks. I think it'd be best he go home though, sleep it off." Dick nodded his agreement, smiling at her. "Yes. I think thats best. Thank you." She shrugged, waving it off.

"Of course. It's what he would have done for me." Dick lowered Bruce into the passenger seat, heading for the drivers. "Bruce." Ketch tapped the window, leaning down. "Hm?" Bruce tilted his head, rolling it down.

"I'm pregnant." Bruce waited, jaw dropping slowly as the words connected in his brain. "You are?" She nodded, a small smile crossing her face.

"Yes. You're the first person I've told." She glanced nervously over her shoulder, to where her husband was waiting on the steps. Bruce reached for her hand, clasping it in his own.

"You'll make an excellent mother. And he will make an amazing father." He promised. She smiled, biting her lip anxiously. "You think?" Bruce nodded. "I know." At that her smile softened, and she patted his cheek.

"Thank you. And, for what it's worth Bruce," She glanced past him to Dick, who was kindly pretending not to listen. "I think you make an excellent mother."

[chungledown-bimothy]

"First D20 PVP!"

How quickly we forget our history. Burrow's End is NOT the first PVP in the dome, but both instances were at Aabria's table.

edit: turning off reblogs bc i forgor PoL and it is arguable that fabian decking gorgug counts as well

[fictionfixations]

3.3 update (playing through it)

was so scared it was a day earlier because my internet was out for 16 hours but it came back a few hours ago so YIPPEE

i also wouldve probably been late anyway playing games w/ my friend if not for them having a headache so oop

anyway

PHAINON NEXT PATCH LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO also they havent drip marketed whose the other person next patch right?

THERES MULTIPLAYER MODE??

oh its for seal slammers LMAO i was so confused like??? CO OP!?!?!???!

doing hyacines trial rn i think shes cute but i dont think shes really for me (also i like aventurine i dont wanna switch him out even if theres a better alternative for my team. also im saving for phainon)

animations are very very pretty

wait theres only two more coreflames we gotta get? i know people were being like lmao you sure at hyacine in the trailer when shes like the flame chase journey is almost over but like

.....so wait we get the sky titan now, boss for aquila

no idea about kephale but there was that cutscene with phainon at the end

typo

STOP

i never remember how cipher sounds, she has a unique voice imo i just never can remember it when im reading out like her dialogue (shes texting us rn so not voiced ofc)

are we getting flame reaver already???

im unsure but mem said its a familiar presence and to be careful...

NOOO ITS A PIECE OF BLACK FABRIC

WHAT THE FUCK

are you drunk

lmao mem just went 'what.'

??? WHY IS HE MEOWING

ITS CIPHER

girlie dont tempt it hes gonna come after you like bitch how dare you impersonate me im gonna kill you lol (I DID pause during the trailer i SAW THAT ONE SCENE THAT MAKES ME THINK MMMMMMMMMMM CIPHER........)

'couldnt pass the chance to give us a good scare' you do know this is the dude who killed trianne right

also 'reminding us that amphoreus isnt safe' like ah yes remind us of that time we faced off against the flame reaver with us, cas, and trianne, and we hardly stood a chance without anaxa interrupting with the power of a titan. wouldnt say i count the other time too considering mydei who had the power of a titan (after the trial) had interrupted as well

like im sure we're strong in our own right but man..... i dont know man

im taking this too seriously sob

wait but was that cloth actually from the flame reaver or was it a fake??? her dialogue is very vague

also in the first place how the fuck is the flame reaver continuing to lose parts of his cloak like hello ????

sir i really dont think that helps you not be noticed

what if 'petty change' refers to like coins, because im thinking of coins as like cents right and like in small quantities dont really matter

but what if that applies to like cipher's coins? fuck i already forgor but i think she used them to transport us to places. i might be wrong. like what if it gets knocked out of her hands somehow, shes trying to reach for it and she dies before she can?

i wonder if that makes sense. bare with me i might write nonsensical things because im gonna get progressively more tired as i play through it, but i just like playing it all in one sitting its a preference

wtf

lygus you..?!?!?!

youre like the worst kind of neutral the fuck like oh yeah you stay neutral but you also just dont do shit ??? im thinking i was right to have misgivings about you last patch but i worried i was being too mean so i deleted those thoughts

bruh.....

'hope to offer a peaceful solution' you say after people surround dan heng with ill intent like wow. sure.

what do you mean you 'remain neutral'

if you knew that people will ill intent towards someone and you brought them over to where you knew they were in an attempt to convince them to no longer support the flame chase journey, then dont do shit dont even warn us as they come out when we refuse then the fuck you mean youre neutral?

do you think that because you offered to help us leave that that means youre supporting us, and that by not informing us of the other people youre supporting them, and thus you are neutral on both sides?

id rather you not even do anything at all in that case cause that means i just cant trust you. at all.

im actually so pissed off

CUTSCENE????

BUT NOT REALLY

wHAT

?? are you having nightmares about the flame reaver

i wasnt entirely sure but also like that reminds me of the cutscene back when we were fighting flame reaver and he was aiming for mydei's back cause i also paused to take a better look at what was going on in that cutscene

and also because it said we were back to the grove of epiphany and hearing phainon reminded me that he asked us to train with him

so it made no sense for flame reaver to be there. to me at least. especially with what phainon was saying

oh 'battling the phantoms of the past in the river of time' so its like flame reaver but not the real one just a recreation from a past battle

ah so not really a nightmare

AAAAAAAAAAA i cant wait to walk around as phainon. sorry hes my favorite out of all the chrysos heirs

this is only contributing more to the idea that elysia or well cyrene is related to mem in some way (i always remember elysia first and then the hsr name of cyrene)

?? that looks just like you wtf

crazy.

what the fuck are cleaners

how was this not mentioned in the special program tf

wait this is worse

lygus was working with cleaners, who are literally assassins targetting the chrysos heirs??? yeah sure explain to me how thats 'neutral' SUREEE

caenis the fuck happened to your humanity i thought you wanted 'good' for the people of okhema, or at least thats what you claimed

tf

you would harm a child. just because she was kind to a chrysos heir

like excuse me children are young they can learn and you just look at that and think no whats the point, lets just torture her because she happened to meet a chrysos heir

wowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

'if you were blind, deaf, and mute, would you still be the aglaea of today' yeah bitch id shoot you the middle finger. take my hands away ill spit at you and throw up on you. take that away ill fucking shit on you dont test me ill rebel all i want you mf

sorry i iike have so much pent up anger at caenis but im just trying to speed past any scenes containing her because i just cant give a fuck

anyway all this means is that the people of okhema are gonna hate you now like bitch you so fucking salty you wont even listen to what won in a DEMOCRATIC VOTE???????

?? is this why aglaea is rerunning this patch? (I think)

cifera?

is this the past? aglaea has more emotion in her voice and cipher sounds younger

oh cifera is cipher

whats with all these hints that bartholos might be a fake

'isnt that my' 'isnt that the controller for a hand of zagreus'

thinking i missed lore about who tf bartholos actually is

holy shit so much reading

OKAY uh

its about like. the black tide reaching styxia and like. um. more shit happening but i ngl cant remember what would cause something like that? like its been glowing? ???

i am so confused

IS THAT A FUCKING SCARAB *breathes in and out* sorry i just suddenly remembered genshin searching for scarabs to level up a character (it might not be idk its been awhile since ive seen them)

oh is it like a bug

like an actual bug but also the bug that listens into shit?? damn

hysilens

?? aglaea are you gay for her or is it like a she showed you how to be free and shit like that and you admired her for being able to do that or something something

so aglaea wasnt always blind, it just seems to be a thing that came with her being a demigod and/or being one for a very long time

i cant believe aglaea is saying her last words but her form is a bug like dude..

huh so bartholos is zagreus???

LMAO not her threatening a literal titan

im unhappy that aglaea's dead what do you mean it was the cleaners

like sorry man i hate caenis so much that i cant even accept the explanation

i cant even take the cleaners seriously

im sure it started with good will but well theyre evil assholes now so like whatever

i think i just find it bullshit because 1 its fucking caenis and also the cleaners we heard no mention of beforehand but sure ill accept it

also i dont think i got that attached to aglaea actually so whoops my bad

i just. hadnt really formed much of an opinion of her. so. whoops. at this point im just angry man.

STOPPPPP this might actually get me dude....

sorry you uh your body fell off into the baths right in front of everyone...

i see. so it was planned.

phainon described the flame reaver's sword to chartonus and that was the kind of sword he wanted???

fuck dude

i still havent seen the cutscenes from the trailer and we also havent even gone to fight aquila yet

man it feels like. so much has already happened wtf

its only been like an hour

oh my god theyre disappearing after they say their words in the image

is he.. actually hearing them?

i dont know

im sad.

no its his imagination

im still sad.

MYDEIIIII

he looks more like himself in comparison to the others in the previous one. because hes still here? i mean cas is too technically but uh also kinda not?

GAY

IS THAT CYRENE

she sounds so much like mem

and the change in the background when cyrene comes and when she disappears its still like that instead of the blue sky of before

im using so many screenshots im gonna hit the limit but i like to show all the cgs as well as changes to it

'i cant sing as well as miss hysilens' who is that?

i swear in one of the videos for amphoreus showing the chrysos heirs there was one we still havent met yet right?

i might be wrong

ciphers gonna die isnt she

im so glad this is a good ancestor who isnt like prejudiced or something man

oh theres multiple

DAMN

so hysilen took over the ocean titan

and the mountain dweller. sounds familiar cant remember. was it that one person mydei mentioned way back in.......... im unsure, i think maybe when he and phainon were conversing before mydei did his trial or something like that? i forget.

???!?!?! SEAL SLAMMERS MENTION

tutorial made it seem more complicated but its not that hard i just panic with a lot of text on screen for tutorials cause ilke uh huh ill definitely remember that

sorry i havent been typing much ive been focusing

lmao

me: uses feixiao's technique to go speed past the bridge

aquila: haha no bridge for you

GUYS.............................

my dumbass setting the wrong team going into aquila so just sitting through the story trying to get past it so i can change my team

like do i look like i need two sustains

....maybe

if that sounds off its because my dumbass accidentally deleted what i originally wrote explaining what happened and me trying to type again what i already wrote just gets a downgrade in quality

off topic but i havent been lagging at all during cutscenes LETS GOOO

also so great to make it to phase 2 and immediately have a character die because my dumbass was holding off on using ults until phase 2 for maximum damage

man this would be such a different story if i had cas because global passive LMAOOO

also goddamn phainon

ive really just been lagging when i run too fast and load too much of the map at once

if dan heng is saying anything sorry im not paying attention im trying to focus on the battle

...aglaea.

okay thats aquila down

theres still not the cutscene of dan heng il, flame reaver, cipher uh down, tribbie doll, and the shot of phainon at the end......

im so stressed

I KNEW WE WERE GONNA LOSE HER BRACELET MAN GAHHH

and thats the shot of phainon hitting the ground. i forgot about that until it just happened

also fuck man hearing her voice again recalling her prophecy and yeah she did.

she definitely did.

not the kind of gold we thought. i know some people were theorizing like oh like golden blood

ngl cant remember what the 'gold' down there is, i think its been referred to as like aquila's divinity but also like lava or something?? regardless it is still gold, though perhaps not the golden blood of aglaea's that we thought it was originally

phainon....

oh my god we're fighting again

HOLY SHIT THATS COOL

also cool we were meant to lose there okay LMAO

we got the cutscene of phainon going 'i am the blazing sun, destined to rise' with his sword

but damnn hyacine

that was cool as fuck wth

also vocal music in the background

huh

so glad im not absolutely getting my ass beat in this boss fight but thats also because i have hyacine here otherwise id be fucked, and additionally because of the extra heal story-wise hyacine is giving us (like yknow how in phantylia's boss you can do the thing once it builds to have like dan heng il there and do an attack? idk what the name of it is but its that in this fight but with hyacine healing)

sorry im like not reading whats being said at all oopsie the animations are so cool

okay so that cutscene lagged, cant believe hyacine gets the hella cool cutscenes LMAOOO (i get it though, its like one of the last coreflames we gotta get and kephale i dont think we're fighting??)

also i think i briefly saw dan heng boutta use cloudhymn(?) magic? i forget the name i think its something like that. like uhh the orb he has in dan heng il

oh shit now we gotta see ciphers pov

..........

....is phyton phainon 😭

oh my god im so tired that tripped me up so bad i forgot how to spell phainon and kept spelling phaethon NOO i thought i got over mixing up the names

and its the flame reaver...

not the way cipher is making him seem less like a threat but im also pretty sure she may die so like HMM

i love how ciphers va is doing cipher shes so like.. unhinged

but that also might be the stress and panic of flame reaver being there that she sounds kinda like that like WOO adrenaline pumping

also the fuck is up with the flame reaver's voice?

its like single words or words in parts but like. before bruh was like 'three slashes will be enough' or some shit

???

dude i bet phainon's va was having so much fun (kudos to their performance i really enjoyed it!) LMAO .... the theory that flame reaver is phainon though.... interesting interaction? i mean i know theyve fought before but this is one on one.

'*Dolos profanity*' LMAOOO NOT THE BEEP

LMAO also oh fuck fighting flame reaver

its her in different colors

'slacking cipher. focused cipher. enraged cipher.'

I TOLD YOU

I TOLD YOU!!!!

where the fuck is my prediction about cipher's prophecy idfk i wrote so much oh my god

flame reaver takes her coin 'petty change', she goes back to get it and it leads to her death

AGHHHHHHH

i mean we couldve probably been able to tell considering in that moment she no longer has the upperhand and also shes dead in another cutscene so ..

god.. her eyes. dont have a light anymore.

cipher begging aglaea to say something hurts dude ohh my god you dont need to drag it out this long hoyo please im begging

SHE SAID SOMETHING

ciphers smiling light in her eyes reaching her hand out to grab aglaea's that reached out to her and told her that she saved them all

PLEASE dont cut to her dead PLEASEEEEEE dont cut to her lifeless body im gonna lose it if it does AGHHHHH

FUCK YOU HOYOVERSE

IMUISHFUISHUFAJ

oh god and the bug she saw with the golden tint of aglaea's wasnt her at all it was just a normal bug that happened to be there

AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I DONT WANNA BE SAD OVER THEM

anyway sky turned red. thats another part from the trailer. ah. so cipher died so now the lie she made has now become undone with no one to hold it up anymore

................ is amphoreus a simulation

????? ..stares at honkai impact 3rd

stares at honkai star rail

...if its not clear hi3 has simulations. and a lot of people pull from hi3 when talking about hsr specifically amphoreus considering there were also like the flame chasers in hi3

is this a simulation???? why point out the building thats see through and be like ??? never seen that before and then move on

im. so fucking suspicious

especially with what flame reaver was talking about

MYDEIII

i can see how it pains phainon to turn and go instead of fight but he also understands

its still not over.....

'leave this to castorice and me (mydei)'

i cant remember all the shots but we're still missing that one with the tribbie doll

agh.....

chartonus....

DAN HENG?????

...........................god if this is a simulation, everyone dies, us and phainon come back to a reset and its like just-- '..what?'

actually what role does march play in this is my question... cause theres that thing going on with her.. aghh

LETS GOOO DAN HENG IL

PHAINON PLEASE

actually wait what if we both get brought back to the astral express we're like ?? the fuck no we're coming back and we come back and everythings reset

oh thatd be fuckedd

...trinnon..

mydei......

can i stop playing, can i just like. go. read some no trauma au of amphoreus where we're all happy adniusjfhiufh

HERTA

whats an emperor's scepter

i was boutta throw hands worried it was gonna end there but no its ok

what the fuck happened to your name

well i know phainon isnt your real name but..

IS THAT CYRENE

i..

AND THATS WHERE IT ENDS

FUCKKK

OH MY GOD PHAINON LEFT A MESSAGE

my

my heart is breaking

i hit the image limit so im gonna type it all out

bare with me for any typos

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Phainon's Message

"If it was Mydeimos standing here... He would be wiser and more capable than me, right?" - After Aglaea departed, these words wouldn't stop echoing in my head. It was something I couldn't escape from, and also something I absolutely refused to utter. How could I be worthy of my comrades and allies' trust? What right have I to stand upon her shoulders and guide others? These questions remain unanswered. But there is no time for doubt. The first enemy the "Dawnmaker" must vanquish is the hesitation and sorrow that have shadowed me this far. That's why I resolved to aid you during your return. Even if it incomprehensible, even if this means I must impose my will on you, I have to see it done. Because the promise of the Era Nova is unclear, to you, who came from beyond Amphoreus, its influence cannot be predicted... After I cleansed my doubt, I find that this is the right decision, born from the depths of my heart. The prophecy claimed that only one person can reach the final end of the Era Nova. Please forgive me for stealing your chance to witness the miracle. My friend, it's because of the prophecies made by Lady Tribbie that the Chrysos Heirs made it to today... And so, even if we must face the scenes from the promised age, I cannot risk bringing you with me. Thinking back, maybe the only thing I did right in this life is choosing to trust you, and becoming friends with you all. I faintly feel that, perhaps, the greatest miracle of Amphoreus isn't so much the secrets hidden within the Vortex of Genesis... but rather the instant you and Dan Heng descended from the sky. You are the hero of my heart, [Trailblazer]. If the next life comes to pass, no matter what I become... I will make sure the world remembers the miracle of the Trailblaze. But... I mean... If you don't approve of my solitary decision and plans to create a new path with myself, toward a future that no one could imagine... - You'll always find a way to break the rules, right?

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things to note. 'even if this means i must impose my will on you' and there was that line he said about theres a line between a [something] hero and a tyrant that can be easily passed or something i think prob from aglaea first

i wanted to mention another curious thing but i forgot, ghhh its really late for me

what if i cry

i.....

what do i do now..

it acnt just end there cmon dont be shy give us the next update ill stay up all night if i have to

dude.

i...

oh my god.

[velvetvexations]

i feel like the sentiment of ‘human shields’ or ‘you should be able to use slurs (“theyfab” the one im thinking of) against a group that (you perceive as) your oppressors’ comes from like. a flow chart way of thinkin

it really isn’t math. certain women (as broad and vague as the group can be defined) absolutely have power over certain men sometimes. race is one of the main ones, but like, off the top of my head there’s also age, disability, and certain authority or workplace positions. i would even include as small as a community as like, a gathering of friends to whom ive just invited a new person. the new person is statistically gonna be shyer or more prone to being pushed out. of course there are always a million modifiers, a million past and future happenings that shape someone and may or may not add to their “power meter” (if such a thing is real and operates like a meter) but being any specific identity is not going to be the sole driving factor of all interactions, especially in micro communities with their own standards.

i guess what im trying to say is that the claim that one is oppressed in every situation due to their identity and therefore any bullying towards others of one identity just counts as ‘pushing the needle’ is disingenuous. it is much more comfortable to feel like the ‘beaten down person who is just lashing out against their attackers’ without realizing that those attacks do hurt because some of those people may in fact be just as powerless as you (not you, velvet!! example you)

Flowchart anon: forgor to mention, or course own identity can be impactful and everyone knows better than a stranger how they’ve been affected by their identity, but also I think it’s possible to harness power even when you don’t know it, or unfortunately don’t approach people that way

it's wild too because the slurs get explained away as being like Black people saying cracker and a White person telling a non-binary person of color you should get to call them slurs because they're like White people to them is wild on it's own but like

have you

EVER

seen a Black person go to the fucking mat on a daily basis for 'cracker' like TRFs do th**yfab?

Yes, obviously, Black people have regularly argued with disingenuous idiots about it all the time. But have you ever seen Black activists, out doing serious, important work, fiercely argue every single day against a massive horde of White people telling them not to? I'm not even saying that a Black person can necessarily say the word cracker without ten White people popping off in the replies. But how often do they get replied to? And how much of those White people are trying to get through that it sincerely hurts them, and not just claiming it's rhetorically hypocritical?

Because from the TRF perspective it feels like "no but we should get to use this insulting word for other people and if not you're literally killing us!" is like, the major discussion to be having! I've talked a lot before about how even I, someone massively triggered by things outside of intercommunity stuff, somehow manage to bring those issues up more than TRFs do with their incessant focus on the perceived transmisogyny of other trans people, but good Lord. Even if it WERE okay and justified, it's so obvious they care about their sacred right to be aggressive towards other people over literally anything that will ever actually help a single trans woman.

They're exploiting the concept of "punching up" to be mindlessly cruel to another group of marginalized people. And frankly that should be insulting on it's own. Even if you did buy into the explanation that the word was coined by trans women mad about some non-binary people scabbing for Wymyn's Warped Tour,* they're seriously saying that's the equivalent of centuries of enslavement and violent terror? Like yeah, God, remember that time some th**fabs got to watch a bunch of cis women play acoustic guitar while reciting bad poetry and I didn't? That was exactly like a burning cross in the yard warning me to not vote.

*AND IT FUCKING WASN'T

[ihaveforgortoomany]

Bits on the suitcase residents we know or can guess so far: (Global mainly) (maybe Ill do a CN one later)

(edit: Thanks @stari-hun for clarifying a few things!)

Speculating who is in the suitcase at a given time, the regulars and etc etc.

(Excluding anecdotes because there is alot)

Vertin is the only permanent 24/7 resident of the suitcase, shes inside and carries it everywhere.

While Sonetto is almost always with Vertin, with Uluru she is not always present in the suitcase with Vertin: her original position was field investigator so likely does that or something else.

Ofc certain arcanists are members of the different branches: Laplace with Mesmer, X, Lucy, Medpoc, Ezra and Regulus; Zeno with Lilya, Matilda with the SPDM when shes not being annually kidnapped by Vertin.

Discussing other characters excluding those introduced in 2.0 onwards:

Avgust and Vila likely are in SPDM.

Field investigators like Windsong (works with Laplace, idk do they count as Laplace?) and potentially Marcus travel around.

Kakania either follows Marcus (Marcus taking on Hoffman's role) or she becomes a member of Laplace.

Isolde from voicelines seems to be 'contained' within the suitcase or at the very least is restricted in movement for obivous reasons.

Jessica and Blonney likely either are in the suitcase or at SPDM.

Spathodea and Ulu if not in the suitcase are at the Uluru Stadium.

(Now thinking about it where do characters not necessarily connected to other branches or are just in the Timekeeper's team but aren't with Vertin? Etc where do Druvis and Horrorpedia chill when not with Vertin?)

By Uluru we do confirm other characters like Bunny Bunny, the Horse etc etc are in the suitcase. (Monolitch, Oliver Fog, AlienT, A Knight, An Lee) all confirmed appearances in anecdotes.

No idea when Melania or Pickles join and how (And Diggers we don't know until the 2.1 anecdote gets fully released in global)

Eagle we do meet in Book 2 (I completely forgor that we just pick up a child there, same with Lelani).

It is definite that not all 60+ characters have become residents in the suitcase by 1.9 (as in while we do get to play as them, in the timeline they may not be in the suitcase at for example 1.8 or something). We eventually met all of them, like characters from 1.6 eventually end up in the suitcase at some point, as for characters like Pavia, Balloon Party we do not know when they join the suitcase so far.

Ill wager story wise theres probably around 10 people in the suitcase at a time, Vertin likely has to register members who go on field missions or needs approval for members belonging to certain branches to accompany her (etc Medpoc was only present with Vertin as she was deemed the safest person to travel with).

Im assuming if Vertin is just in the Foundation, the suitcase is placed in her designated office there, if she has one or a common area where ppl can come and go as they please.

Speculation: Do you think we might storywise ever see the destruction or damaging of the suitcase? And the potential to have the UI reflect this change? Possible maybe.

(Just wrote this because Limbus is taking a bit to download and probably need to wait until the update for that game comes to IOS)

[dare1pon]

The Peacock and The Crow

(Chapters 9 & 10)

Word count: 5,898

TAGS:

Reyno - @radkatzzstuff

Elaine (character who finds june in forest) - @lordofthefrogs11

Author's note: chat I forgor it was the 25th today lmao anyways (UPDATE LIKE 5 MINUTES LATER AFTER POSTING THIS I JS REALIZED THAT CHP TEN IS KINDA DONE SO I DECIDED TO ADD IT HERE)

CHAPTER NINE: Can't wait to tell this story to my grandchildren.

The next day was the same as yesterday, a horn woke us half bloods up and everyone headed out. I yawned and stretched, hearing the loud cracks coming from my joints and my back, sleeping on the floor wasn't ideal, it was stiff but at least I had somewhere to sleep. I saw Rey already at the hermes table, talking with some other camper who looked to be the same age as him.

“morning Junie!” Rey got up from his seat after giving the camper he was talking to a small goodbye wave. “morning.” I grumbled, rubbing my eyes as he went up to me. Its energy like this that I wonder if he photosynthesizes this energy. We sat back down at the table, waiting for the food to be served. Rey went to talk about more on his life, the wolf house, Lupa, and other stuff until Keaton came by and did the same thing as yesterday. Make some big speech on how he was gonna save us all.

”I have a question, what is this prophecy Keaton’s talking about?” I looked to Rey, already tuning out Keaton in the background. “oh, it goes like this!” Rey let out a cough before speaking out this prophecy. “A child, one feared but one most cheered. Be the one, the prophecy neared.” Rey continued, this seems interesting. “through the deepest depth, lay a great name, find the one who attains this fame.” Rey ended with that, the breakfast soon came. Reyno had gotten eggs and bacon, I got a grilled cheese sandwich. “so thats what Keaton’s been on and on about? never really did get that ‘most feared’ part from him.” I told Rey, he was already shoveling the bacon into his mouth as if it was the last meal he’s ever gonna have. “Same here but the moment Keaton heard of this, he immediately started acting all special.” 

“Well, I guess whatever happens, we’ll find out soon enough, huh?” I said, taking another bite of my grilled cheese. It was comfort food, and right now, I needed that.

Rey nodded, his mouth still full of food. “Yep. Whatever the prophecy means, it’s probably going to make things interesting around here. Hopefully, we don’t all get dragged into whatever chaos Keaton’s convinced we’re about to face.”

“Let’s just hope that ‘great name’ in the prophecy isn’t referring to him,” I muttered under my breath. 

Me and Rey finished breakfast, after that he took me to do the camp activities. The first thing he wanted to do was fighting so we went to the arena. “here! I’ll teach you how to wield a sword!” As we walked in, there were already people sword fighting, some in the actual arena itself and others off to the side. I followed Rey to the rack of wooden swords, he tossed me one. It felt light in my hands, I held it on my right hand. Rey stood across from me, grinning widely. He wasn’t holding a sword, though. Instead, his eyes twinkled with mischief, and I noticed his hands were flexing, his nails beginning to elongate, sharp and claw-like.

“Ready for this?” he asked, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet.

I blinked, taken aback. “Uh, you’re not using a sword?”

Rey laughed, a deep, easy sound. “Nah, I’m good without one! Watch this!” His hands fully morphed, the claws extending from his fingertips in a smooth, almost graceful movement. “I’ve got my own weapons.”

I swallowed hard as he flexed his claws, giving me a wink. “No need to worry. I’m not gonna bite... unless you really deserve it.” He gave an exaggerated growl, showing off his teeth.

I chuckled nervously. “Right... okay, let's do this.”

With a sudden burst of energy, Rey lunged, his claws swiping through the air faster than I could react. I raised the wooden sword in front of me just in time to block the strike, the sound of wood meeting claw ringing through the air. The force sent me stumbling back a step, my arms buzzing from the impact.

Rey straightened up, grinning ear to ear. “Whoa! Nice block! You’ve got some good reflexes! But you gotta think quicker, yeah? You can’t just wait for me to come at you.”

I tightened my grip on the sword, trying to shake off the initial shock. “Right, thinking. Got it.”

He bounced on his toes again, clearly enjoying himself. “Good! ‘Cause I’m gonna come at you fast. Don’t blink!” Without another word, Rey darted forward, claws slashing at my side. I tried to dodge, but I wasn’t fast enough—his claws grazed my arm, a sharp sting that made me grit my teeth. Everything seemed to just stop for a moment, I could hear my heartbeat louder then Rey’s voice. The blood from the slash on my arm only seemed to grow bigger as I stared at it, the metallic blood now filling my nostrils. My breath grew deeper while I felt the heat from my blood drip. I could only stand there, and hold my stance, sword still in hand. Last thing I saw before passing out was Rey lunging towards me, concerned.

It had probably been hours since I passed out, now I was in the infirmary. It was quiet in the room where I stayed, too quiet for my liking. My arm was not wrapped up in a bandage, there was a slight brown stain on it. I could still recall the smell of blood, metallic. That was the first real time where I felt just, scared? It really wasn't fear that I felt, I didn’t know what to feel. Looking around the room, Rey wasn't there. He probably felt bad for attacking me by accident.

”oh, your awake.” I heard a voice enter the room. It sounded calming. The first thing I saw was a tray of food, then I knew exactly who it was. “Keith?” I mumbled out, he must've heard it “how do you know who I am?” Shoot, I probably sounded like a creep “Uhm, a friend told me? Reyno. I don’t know his last nam-“

 “wolf guy? I saw him rush you here in a hurry, after that he left” I watched as Keith placed the tray of food down by the table to my right. As he got closer to me, I started to notice things I didn't yesterday: he had a mole on his upper cheek, right underneath his left eye, Keith also had an earring, it looked like a peacock feather. “how are your bandages, not to tight?” He snapped me back to reality as he touched my arm.

”Oh! yeah yeah, not too tight” I sat up while Keith was making sure my bandages were just right. Keith finished adjusting the bandage on my arm, his touch gentle but precise. I could feel the warmth of his hand linger for a moment, and I couldn't help but notice the careful attention he gave to making sure I was comfortable. 

Keith then turned around to place the tray of food on my lap. It was bread, some fruits and soup.”You should eat something. It's not much, but it's better than nothing.” “thank you” I mumbled, picking up the bread to eat.

Keith nodded before heading toward the door. "Take care of yourself, June. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask." He left, I was alone again. As I picked at the food, my mind drifted back to Rey. I wondered if he felt guilty about what happened—he must’ve been worried. I couldn’t blame him. It was my fault for freezing up like that. I should’ve reacted faster. 

I stayed in the infirmary, it had probably been a few hours since Keith had left me alone. I wonder how Rey’s doing, I should apologize to him, I should've been faster, should have countered his attacks. 

Then I spent the rest of my afternoon just at the infirmary, soon will came in and checked up on my arm before telling me that I could go back to cabin 11. He gave me the same yellow liquid from when I first arrived. It still tasted like mango pudding cubes. Leaving the infirmary with a new scar, the first person to run up to me was Rey.

He hugged me so hard I swear to you he would have broken my ribs. He was saying sorry a thousand times for his earlier actions, saying that he should have just used a wooden weapon rather then his claws. I just said that I forgive him and that it was my fault for not reacting faster. “WHAT?? but it was my fault that I slashed you an- and you didn't even know how to fight!” He rambled into my shirt, the anxiety prominent in his voice. “I know I know but, I should've dodged your attack. Reflexes, am I right?” I tried to lighten up the mood by smiling in the way that Will does, but Reyno just looked at me worried. I knew that look too well. 

We continued training, but Reyno was a lot more cautious than before. He watched me carefully as we fought, moving a lot slower. Reyno flexed and unflexed his claws, gripping the wooden sword he grabbed from the rack beside the training dummies. The scar on my arm stung a little, not fully but just a little. It felt like an ant bite, or a jellyfish one.

Reyno and I trained for awhile, we trained until it was dinner time. Same routine as yesterday, except Keaton walked up to me.

 “Hey, you! You’re the other new camper  that arrived here, right?” He gave me a look, the same look that one gives you before they start being mean for no reason at all. “Yeah…?” I mumbled, Reyno had left me by myself because he needed to talk to some other friends, maybe something important. I fidgeted, averting my eyes uncomfortably from his gaze.

 “What? You think you’re too  good to look me directly in the eyes?” I looked at them, just for a second. They pierced into mine like bright rubies, the moonlight reflecting off them menacingly. The effect made him look more threatening than how he really was. I winced, turning my head away. “Ha! So you do, huh?” He slowly stepped forwards, which a “Well, listen up, okay? I’m not gonna let you upstage me just because you’re also new. If you do anything remotely fancy like become some child of the big three!” He exclaimed, almost as if he was saying that I was gonna upstage him. “Stay in your lane, four eyes.” Keaton turned away right after flicking my forehead, it didn't hurt really. It felt like a fly just flew right into my forehead. That was a weird interaction, thankfully Rey came back and sat next to me. “Sooo, what did I miss?” “nothing really, Keaton just told me to stay in the background.” I shrugged, not really knowing what to say. 

The next day came by faster than I expected and Rey was called to go on a quest with some other campers. I recognized one of them as the camper I saw at the arena, the one who was practically beating the hell out of that training dummy. I wanted to go with him of course, but…

“It's better if you stay here at camp, Junie.” Rey put his hand on my shoulder, looking at me with a serious expression rather than his silly sunshine one. “But why?” I asked him, a bit confused. I know I didn’t know how to wield a sword or a bow but. I didn’t want to be alone. “You need some more training, but don’t worry! I’ll try and finish this quest as fast as I can!” He soon slung his bag over his shoulder, walking away after he ruffled my hair. I watched him leave with the others, he disappeared into the foliage of the trees, walking farther and farther away from where I stood.

This felt familiar somehow. 

“You look lonely” I hear someone remark from behind me, I quickly fixed my hair as I turned to see who it was, it was Keith. “Don't worry, I've seen Reyno finish a quest as fast as hermes, he’ll be fine.” I nodded, not really wanting to speak after Rey had left. The next day felt short, it passed, one blink and it was gone. All I could remember from that day was…Keith?

I woke up early, before everyone else. Shuffling through the covers of my sleeping bag, I found my glasses and stared at the small clock the person beside me had, 6:30 am. I got up, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. It was extra cold that morning, almost freezing. I pulled the covers of my sleeping bag off my legs, the cold hitting them. I shivered, even with socks on it still was cold for me. Honestly I don’t get how the campers here can wear shorts in the morning. 

The only and last clothes I had left that I had found in the lost and found were just some plaid white and blue pants and a black and red nirvana shirt. I wanted to go back to bed but my mind was telling me to take a walk outside. Quickly and quietly I left the cabin, looking around the place. It was plain, no campers running around or training. The slight sound of the trees and the wind whistling felt calming.

My eyes scanned the area, looking left and then right. Something, more specifically someone caught my eye, I saw a camper sitting by the campfire, wrapped in a blanket. It took me a second to realize who it was, Keith. I wondered why he was awake at this ungodly hour of the morning. There was something about him that felt somehow mysterious? I couldn't explain it but it was drawing me in.

Before I knew it, I was standing right behind him, Keith must've heard my footsteps. “I see i'm not the only one who wakes up this early” Keith looked at me, turning his head. 

He looked tired, almost like he’s never slept a day in his life, “what time did you wake up?” I asked, sitting next to him. 

“around 5? 5 or 5:20” I nodded, “I woke up at 6:30” 

We sat there in silence, just enjoying the warmth of the fire, Keith broke the silence “is your arm okay? you should probably change the bandages soon.” He said, looking down at my arm. It still stung a little, felt a bit numb, “oh, okay.” I replied, looking at my arm too.

“not much of a talker, are you?” He commented, “Your name's June right? June Manalo was it?” 

“yeah, how'd you know?” I was a bit surprised at that. I mean sure a few days before when Rey rushed me to the infirmary he would've said my first name but even I haven't told him my last name… 

Keith looked at me with a small smirk. "Rey mentioned it, when he was panicking about you getting hurt. It wasn’t exactly hard to piece together." He stretched, adjusting his blanket around him. “He talks about you a lot, you know. How you’re quick to forgive him and all that. Kind of cute, actually.” I let out a small chuckle “did he ask you to watch over me while he was gone?”

 Keith chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Nah. I just like the quiet. It’s peaceful, you know? I don’t get much of that during the day. And I’m used to being awake when everyone else is still asleep.” His eyes flickered toward me for a moment before he added, “I’ve seen you around camp. You don’t look like you fit in, not yet anyway.”

I frowned, not really sure how to take that. “What do you mean?”

He shrugged, his expression unreadable. “You’re different. You haven’t really found your place here, have you?” His gaze softened as he looked at me. “But you will. It takes time.”

I wasn’t sure how to respond. I didn’t know Keith had this way of seeing through people, like he understood something deep down that no one else did. And honestly, it kind of scared me.

“So, what about you?” I finally asked, breaking the silence again. “Do you feel like you belong here?”

Keith looked at me for a long moment, his expression blank. Then he exhaled slowly, pulling the blanket tighter around him. "Not really," he said, his voice quieter than usual. "I’m just here because I have to be. But I don’t really fit in with anyone either." He glanced at me, as if deciding whether or not to say more, but then shrugged it off. “It’s complicated.”

I didn’t push him for more, though I was curious. There was a lot about Keith that I didn’t understand, and something told me that if I kept digging, I might end up finding more than I bargained for. But for now, I was content with the quiet.

The fire crackled between us, and the silence felt less oppressive as the minutes ticked by. It was strangely peaceful, being with someone who didn’t feel the need to fill every moment with words.

Soon the breakfast sound rung, all the campers now leaving their cabins to eat food. 

Keith stood up, wrapping the blanket around him like a cloak, and stretched his arms above his head. "Guess it’s time for breakfast," he muttered, I started to follow him as he walked to the pavilion. It was the same old crowd, one I've gotten used to over the past few weeks. Separating from Keith, I felt his hand catch my wrist “Why don't you come sit with me at the hera table, June?” 

“...okay” I said, letting Keith pull on my wrist to his table. I watched him sit down and pat the seat next to him, I just kept my silence and followed. 

I followed Keith that day, wherever he went I went too, whatever he did I did too. I followed him like a lost cat or his shadow, Keith would pop in from time to time, saying something about the activity we were doing. He was pretty good at a lot of camp things, archery, arts and crafts and sword fighting. I sat off to the side most of the time since my arm still had to heal. I was able to do some camp activities though, like arts and crafts.

There was still that same feeling that someone was just watching me, my every breath, move, and speech. Looking around, nothing was out of the ordinary. That apollo camper and nico were hanging out, probably just chatting, younger campers were running around and playing some game, and others just doing what they wanted to. I shook my head, must be paranoia, but the moment I looked back to nico and that camper to check again, nico was staring at me as if I had some answer to a question he was burning to ask. 

Before I could even get up to ask nico to stop staring, keith tapped me on the shoulder. “do you want to head to the pavilion early?” I nodded, I'll just ignore nico. Maybe he’ll stop.

Dinner was just the same routine, except I had keith to sit and talk with me. We chatted about today’s activities or just some campers, “did you hear that demeter kid’s on her fourth boyfriend this week?” Keith whispered to me, I looked in the direction he was pointing at and saw a curly haired brunette hugging a dude’s arm “oh damn…how old is she?” I asked, she didn't look older than 13. “somewhere around…14 or 13 I think, her boyfriend is like 17”  I was surprised that a thirteen year old had a boyfriend who was 4 years older than her, was that not reverse pedophilia? 

Soon after dinner ended, keith walked me to go get more sleeping clothes in the lost and found. I didn't find much except for long baggy pants with stars on them and a t-shirt with a cat. He waved me good night after He walked me to the shower rooms.

I prayed to whoever and whatever gods that the shower rooms where empty, surprisingly they were. Turning on the shower valve, the water came out hot. The hot water felt good against my skin, its warm enveloping me like a warm hug I'd get from my friends. Showering was quick, I wanted to get out and onto my bed immediately. 

I was in and out of the shower rooms quick, putting on the clothes as fast as I can before bee lining to the cabin. The door was closed as I reached the foot steps of the cabin. “damnit!” I semi shouted to myself as I tried knocking, no answer. It was freezing outside and my sleeping bag was in there. Not wanting to cause a whole scene, I just laid down on the ground and curled up like a cat would. I pulled my arms into my shirt, crossing them for warmth. Why was it always so cold during the nights?

I felt sleep soon take me over, my eye lids getting heavier and heavier by the second. The last thing I saw before succumbing to the slumber was the moon…

CHAPTER TEN: The calm before the storm

The sound of laughter rang through my ears, eyes staring at me in every direction. I felt the void around me close in, taking every breath I had. When I looked up, I saw Keaton laughing at me, pointing to my shoes and my outfit. He laughed like a hyena, being joined by his group of friends. All of them surrounded me, predator and prey, pointing and whispering stuff unintelligible, their eyes were pure white with a black dot. 

I couldn't think, couldn't breathe out a word to say something. My mouth was covered with a piece of red tape. Their voices became louder and louder, filling up my ears. I tried running away, to find anyone or anything besides them. It was a dark and empty void that followed me with every step I took. I covered my ears to block out the sound of their laughing but it was no use. I soon stopped as a hooded figure, boney in structure appeared in front of me. He held his staff and lifted his hand up to point at me…

“your next, little crow.” His voice was raspy and hagarred, sounding like nails on a chalkboard. I stared at him and before I knew it, I was being dragged down into the depths of where I stood. It was red, blood red, I looked down to see what was pulling me and it was a white string that burned like a thousand fires. I tried to swim up but the surface only seemed to get farther and farther away. I just gave up, letting the blood red liquids seep into my lungs, the laughing stopped.

Is this what death felt like? Was this the freedom I needed? Death isn't something to be afraid of, it happens once and once only. Death is a beautiful thing, for it lets you be released from all the sins you have committed.

But soon, I woke up to a sharp pain to my stomach. “wake up four eyes!” I heard a familiar voice say, I jolted awake to see Keaton kicking my stomach as hard as he could. I winced but didn't do anything about it, “I said get up!” He yelled at me, I flinched. I got up as fast as I could, dusting myself off of the dirt Keaton had kicked onto me. “Sorry” I looked down to my shoes, feeling embarrassed that someone saw me sleeping outside on the ground like some dog. “Next time at least find a tree to sleep in, little bird.” Keaton scoffed and walked away, his entourage following him behind. My stomach hurt like hell after Keaton kicked it, all I could do was clutch my stomach with my bandaged arm as I walked to the pavilion for breakfast. I didn't want keith to see me right now, I looked pathetic, I looked like a homeless man. 

I headed straight to the hermes table, sitting beside two tall campers to avoid Keith seeing me. They didn't notice me sitting in between them, maybe it was because I was short. 

The two campers beside me were talking about something—probably the latest prank that had gone down—but I wasn’t really paying attention. I grabbed a piece of toast from the tray in front of me, the crunch almost too loud in my ears, and forced myself to take a bite.  The bread was dry, barely tasting of anything as I chewed. My mind kept drifting back to the nightmare, the feeling of suffocation, of being dragged deeper into that suffocating red abyss. I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment, trying to push it out of my head. I wasn’t sure if the pain in my stomach or the memories from the dream were worse. Maybe they were both a sign that I wasn’t really awake yet. 

"Hey, you alright?" A voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

I turned to see one of the campers beside me looking at me with mild concern, her dark eyes studying my face. I hadn't even noticed her sitting there until now. I blinked, caught off guard. "Huh? Oh, I’m fine."

She gave me a skeptical look, clearly not buying it. "You sure? You look... off."

I forced a smile, though it felt more like a grimace. "Just tired. Bad night."

She nodded slowly, her expression softening a little. "Yeah, I get that. The camp can mess with your head sometimes. Just don’t let it drag you down."

Her words hung in the air like a distant echo, and for a moment, I couldn’t decide if they were comforting or just another reminder that I wasn’t really fitting in here at all. Still, I appreciated the gesture. She wasn’t Keaton, who seemed to take pleasure in making my life more difficult.

"Thanks," I muttered, trying to sound more at ease than I felt. 

As I finished the last of my toast, I forced myself to stand and blend into the crowd, pretending to be like everyone else. My eyes wandered for a moment, and that was when I saw Keith—his usual calm demeanor as he sat by the fire, chatting with a few campers. He didn’t seem to notice me right away, and for a second, I almost let the chance slip away.

She gave me a small smile before turning her attention back to her own breakfast, and I did the same. But my mind didn’t settle. It never did anymore. Every second was a battle between the familiar chaos of camp life and the unsettling thoughts that kept creeping in.

I didn't realize it at the time, but the more I looked at the campers around me, the more I felt like I was on the outside looking in—again. No one knew what I was really going through. No one understood. Not even Rey. The day continued on as normal, like everyday but I tried my hardest to hide away from keith. Every activity I did I made sure keith wasn't there or looking my way.

The activities were a blur, each one slipping by faster than the last, but the weight in my chest never quite lifted. Every time I thought about Keith, I felt a knot twist tighter. I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was watching me, even when he wasn’t. That constant, gnawing sense that I was always on the edge of something terrible, something I couldn’t control.

I still followed the same routine, after dinner I showered and got a new set of clothes. The sun was starting to dip low in the sky, casting long shadows over the campgrounds, but I hardly noticed the change. The unease gnawed at me, crawling beneath my skin like a bug that wouldn't leave. I couldn't escape the feeling that someone was always lurking just out of sight, waiting for me to slip up. My thoughts kept drifting back to Keith. He was there—somewhere in the back of my mind—like a shadow, just out of reach but always there, like the echo of a bad memory. 

The sun sank lower, painting the sky with streaks of orange and pink, I found myself walking toward the edge of camp, away from the laughter and the noise. I needed to breathe, to get away from everyone and everything. I felt bad, not more or so depressed but bad, I didn’t do anything wrong though? Why am I feeling this way if all I did was wake up? Maybe that was the problem, maybe me just being here was the problem all along. I didn’t even notice when I walked up to a tree somewhere on the outskirts of camp. 

I let out a long breath, hoping the air would clear my mind, but it didn’t. It never did. My eyes shifted to the campfire, far off into the distance. It was cold. I missed the warmth from the campfire, the heat from the flame warm against my skin.  There had to be something else, something I could focus on that didn’t tie me to this dark place. But every time I tried, my mind circled back to the same fears, the same dread. It was like a storm inside me, relentless and impossible to ignore. The feeling of the shadows wrap around me, covering me like some shield. I pulled my knees up to my chest, hiding my face in my arms.

I want to disappear.

“Hey is anyone over there?” I looked up to see a camper, she had blunt bangs and glasses. Her hands were cupped against her mouth, making whatever she was shouting louder for me to hear. I immediately got up from my spot, brushing myself off as I walked over. “oh hey, just uh…needed some air to breathe?” I said, my voice a little higher pitched then normal.

The camper blinked at me, clearly not expecting that response. “Yeah? Well, you might want to breathe a little quieter next time, or someone’s going to think you’re dying out here.” Her voice was sharp but oddly casual, like she wasn’t fully invested in the idea of small talk. I had expected her to keep walking, maybe even roll her eyes at my awkwardness, but she just stood there, watching me with a raised brow.

“Not dying, just... drowning in my own thoughts,” I muttered, quickly regretting it. "But hey uhm…I mean, it's not like anyone cares about that anyway, right?"

She raised an eyebrow, her lips curling slightly, but she didn’t shoot back some snarky remark like I expected. Instead, she just gave me a look that said she wasn’t entirely convinced, but also not entirely interested in making me feel worse. Right, 'cause it's totally normal to just let your brain run wild like that. Must be so easy to ignore the chaos," she said, with a sardonic edge. There was a moment of silence, before she sighed dramatically, almost like she was annoyed with herself. “Look, I'm not here to lecture you, but whatever mess you're swimming in, don't think you're the only one who’s drowning.”

She paused, and for the first time, her gaze softened, if only just a little. “But hey, everyone needs air sometimes. Just... don't stay out here too long, or you might catch a cold. And then you’d really be miserable.” Her voice was still blunt, but it didn’t feel quite so harsh anymore. I walked with her back to the campfire, she waved me off before going to sit somewhere else. I didn't see Keith, surprisingly.  I sat back down by the fire, I tried to push the feeling of unease away, but it lingered, like a shadow I couldn’t shake. The embers crackled in front of me, casting flickering orange light over the ground, but even their warmth didn’t seem to reach the cold that had settled in my chest. I glanced around the fire, noting the others talking and laughing, the familiar sound of camp chatter that I’d been trying to avoid all day. But nothing felt normal anymore, not even the crackle of the fire.

I wasn’t sure when it happened, but at some point, my mind slipped back to the events of earlier that morning. The sharp pain in my stomach still throbbed, a reminder of Keaton’s kick. The way he’d smiled, how his laugh felt like a weight sinking into my chest. And then there was the red tape. I could almost feel it pressing against my mouth again, suffocating me, as if I could never speak, never escape. I could still hear his voice echoing in my mind, mocking, taunting.

I swallowed hard, trying to push the thoughts away, but they clung to me, like dirt on my skin I couldn’t wash off. Maybe if I hadn’t been sleeping outside like that, maybe if I hadn’t looked so... weak, he wouldn’t have done it. Was it my fault? The fear of being seen as less than, as not enough, gnawed at me. But what did Keaton see when he looked at me? Weakness, probably. An easy target.

I rubbed my stomach absentmindedly, feeling the bruise there, trying to ignore the shame creeping up. I shouldn’t have let him get to me. I shouldn’t have let him laugh. But I hadn’t been able to stop myself. I hadn’t been able to do anything.

It didn’t matter. He was gone now, and I was here, still stuck in my own head. I could almost hear the laughter again, reverberating in the back of my mind, like an echo that wouldn’t fade. The shadows of the fire flickered, and for a moment, it felt like I was sinking again—like I was drowning in the feeling of it all. That same helplessness. I didn’t even know if I wanted to fit in here. I didn’t know if I ever had. All I knew was that I couldn’t keep pretending it didn’t matter. That maybe it didn’t hurt.

But even though I knew I wasn’t the only one drowning, I couldn’t help but feel that my weight was heavier than anyone else’s. Everyone else seemed so sure of their place, so sure of who they were. And here I was, stuck in this endless loop of self-doubt, of fear, of wanting to disappear.

The fire flickered one last time, the warmth barely brushing my skin, and I found myself standing up, walking away from it all, needing space, needing air. Away from the noise. Away from everything.

I didn’t know where I was going. I just knew I needed to go. To find something, anything, that would take away the feeling of suffocation, even if it was just for a moment.

And maybe that was all I could ask for. Just a moment. A moment where I didn’t feel like I was always drowning.

[voicesfoundmymemories]

You've started something you can't get out of by the way, my requests (demands) will be met. 🧶

Mmm craving a Nanami x reader kinda thing, I've gathered guidelines all would be preferred but I'm happy at two.

"I’d feel much better if you’d let me walk you home.”

“If I asked you to stay, would you?”

Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?”

Your cooperation is greatly appreciated.

Sincerely, 🎚️

(Me note: thank you for the demand request! We love nanami and I hope you enjoy!) P.S sorry I didn't add in the last one I forgor but maybe it can be a follow up in the near future.

Cw: Mugging on the news, corporate jobs Word Count: 732

Safe and Sound

"Crime continues to plague the city as a slew of new muggings have been reported. While we don't know what has caused the influx in armed robberies, the police have given out tips on how to prevent these..."

You let your shoulders drop, exhaling as you close your computer. You'd worked late again, and now it was getting dark out.

You stand up, stretching a bit as you look around at the basically empty office. 

It's quiet, and without the droning of your coworkers the office sounds almost peaceful. The hum of a printer in another room, the tired lights buzzing. 

You make your way down to the entrance of the building, absentmindedly trying to fit your laptop into its bag amongst the folders that didn't belong in there.

In your struggle you didn't hear the footsteps slowly approaching you, nor the brisk "ahem" that followed.

"Are you planning to walk home alone at this time of night?" You look up from your struggle, a folder in hand as your eyes meet the blonde man's.

"Oh, Kento. You could've scared me-" Your lips inch with a smile. "Yeah, I don't live far from here."

"Well that's even worse. There's been muggings around here lately. It was on the news." He chides.

"Nanami I've been working here for over a year. You trust my work don't you?" You raise an eyebrow at him.

"...What does that have to do with-"

"Then trust my ability to stay vigilant!" You fix your bag onto your shoulder, having gotten everything to fit nicely. "Besides, what'll they take? My laptop can make eggs if I open more than 3 tabs at once." 

He huffs, looking at you with warm eyes despite his attempt to be stern.

"If you're going to walk home do it earlier in the evening. But since it is so late, I should come with you." He says with a finality, shrugging on the suit jacket he'd been holding on his arm. 

"Come with me?" Your brows raise as you try to conceal your excitement.

"Yes. I'd feel much better if you'd let me walk you home, no matter how... vigilant, you may be." He opens the door with an expectant look on his face and you couldn't hold in your big smile as you walked through, eyeing him.

The two of you walk down various streets in comfortable silence, eventually seeing your apartment building up the road.

"Should I count this a mini date? Or are we still, 'unacquainted' with each other?" He scoffs, adjusting your bag on his shoulder.

"You aren't going to ever let that die are you. Can we not move past that?" A small smile pulls at the corner of his lips. "Besides, I think we've become familiar over the year." He glances down at your wrist, still wearing the silly bangle he'd bought for the office secret santa. 

"If you'd like to consider this a mini date, you can, but I'd much rather take you on a real one." You turn around, mouth agape in shock.

You see his eyes flicker with amusement as you become increasingly flustered, trying to form a coherent thought. "You're serious?"

"Have I built a reputation for jokes?" He muses and you are struggling to keep your cool.

"Well no... A real date, would be- nice." You eye him, reaching a hand out for your bag.

He looks up at the building, "Let me walk you to your door."

"It's a two floor complex, the hallway is visible from the outside." You follow his gaze.

"I don't do half-assed jobs. Now come on, darling." You follow him up the stairs, your heart beating wildly in your chest as you're left to think about his proposal.

You get to your apartment, looking through your keys and opening your door. "Thanks for walking me home, Kento." You say softly. Neither of you wanted this to end, eyes meeting in a silent dance of emotions.

Nanami sucked in a breath. "Of course-"

"Would you-" You blurt out, steadying the heartbeat currently thrumming in your ears. "If I asked you to stay, would you?"

His shoulders dropped, like he'd been dying to say the same and you'd beat him to it. "I would."

Your smile matched his as you backed up into your apartment, letting him in. "Do you want tea? I have chamomile." "I'd love that."

[vantekoos]

Thought of a cute yet angst kind of drabble so here it is!

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Pairing: Jungkook x Female Reader

Genre: angst, smut

Word Count: idk I forgor 💀

Summary: Jungkook made you mad so what's better than trying to communicate with his girlfriend? Bringing a huge boombox to her house to beg for her forgiveness.

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Okay. You have to admit.

Maybe you were being a little bit extra with what's going on, but who can blame you?

Your boyfriend of five years wasn't exactly ugly and you were a little insecure with how any woman throws themselves on him. So when you both went on a date weekend to the movies and he did absolutely nothing to stop his ex from hugging him and flirting, it irked you a little.

Well, a lot.

Enough to argue with him the whole ride home and block him on everything because he doesn't see his wrongs.

However, Jungkook did manage to find ways to try to talk to you by making fake accounts and stealing his friend's phones to text you.

You just needed space for a bit and that was okay, right?

Wrong.

So wrong because you missed him so much.

His smile.

His laugh.

The way he treated you like a princess out in public and in bed.

Because of your actions, you had to suffer the consequences.

Beside your bed was your newly charged vibrator that you bought before your fight with Jungkook so he could use it on you.

Before you have a chance to even think of using it, a knock is heard at your window along with two thumps that sound like pebbles. Your brows furrow when you leave bed to look outside your window to see your boyfriend standing outside.

"What are you doing?" You sigh when you open your window.

Jungkook looked tired and confused, but he had to get you back in his good graces. He brought flowers, candy, and a huge boom box sitting on the grass.

"I'm sorry baby. I've tried to call you and do everything but you got so mad at me-" he rambles before sighing loudly.

This was killing him to fight with you and it breaks his heart.

"I got mad because you let your ex hug you and flirt with you while we were together," You state rather bluntly. Thinking about the fight made you upset again.

"Baby, look. I love you and only you. No one else!" Jungkook tells her desperately.

Of course, you were convinced, but who knows if he'll do it again.

You cross your arms and sigh at his excuses.

Though, Jungkook wasn't done.

He places the flowers and candy on the ground before picking up the boombox and pressing play. He holds the boombox over his head and you could tell that he was nervous.

Playing on the boom box was Breaking My Heart By Mint Condition which had to be a song you two would always love to sing together.

You couldn't help but bite a laugh back and cover your smile.

It's cute because he most likely saw this in a movie or had the idea from a friend. You look down the street to see if your neighbors could hear and sure enough, their porch lights were turning on with the dogs beginning to bark from how loud it was.

You couldn't hold back your laugh anymore and broke from the serious glare you gave him.

"Jungkook, turn it off," you chuckle but Jungkook persists.

"Forgive me then."

Oh, he was insane.

"You're forgiven! Now come in before the cops get here," you shoo him over to you with a grin on your face. He turns the boom box off and grabs the flowers and candy before heading to the front door.

You welcome him inside with a soft kiss to his lips almost as if you've been craving his touch. He drops his bags to the ground with a loud thud before engulfing you in his embrace.

"You missed me a lot, didn't you?" He mumbles against her lips, pushing her back to her room to lay her on the bed. He doesn't even wait to tear apart his shirt, grabbing your hand so you could feel his chest.

"Shut up," you roll your eyes with a chuckle to follow. You sit enough to pull your shirt off so Jungkook can take off your bra for you.

One thing about Jungkook was that he loved your boobs.

He leans down to latch his lips along your nipple. sucking and nipping your mounds while he sneaks his hand lower down your stomach, getting closer to your pussy.

He pushes past your panties and rolls his fingertips through your lower lips. You couldn't help but release a sweet moan of his name in a whisper.

“Don’t tease me,” you whisper but he didn’t really care to listen. You made him suffer for a whole week. He was going to do whatever he wanted with you.

He trails his tongue from her nipple to her neck, biting her skin at her neck enough to leave a purple hue on her skin. He knew how much you liked to be known to other girls as his girlfriend so why not mark you up?

He presses his fingers to her clit, rubbing slow circles against her sensitive pussy just to get her wet enough for him. He needed to fuck her tonight. He craved it.

“How should I have you tonight?” He whisper before sliding his hand from her pussy to taste her on his fingers.

His eyes shift to the nightstand that held the vibrator and it was like a light bulb when off in his filthy mind. “Get undressed,” he pats her thigh before leaving the bed to take his pants off.

You didn’t waste any time pulling off your pajama pants to be left completely bare for him in the bed. How was he going to have you tonight?

Cowgirl?

Missionary?

Doggy?

Fuck, you needed him asap.

You reach down to touch your sensitive bud, rolling your fingers slow enough to get any satisfaction from this wait.

Jungkook tosses his boxers and pants on the ground and prys your legs open when he kneels between your legs. His dick was hard, long, and curved that you knew you wouldn’t last.

He grabs the base of his dick and spits on his length to rub it along his length.

“Come on,” you sigh, grabbing your boob with one hand.

Jungkook bites his bottom lip and alines himself to you before sliding in slowly.

A moan of content is shared when he rolls his hips in and out. His brows are furrowed and his bottom lip is caught between his teeth when he finds his rhythm that you both loved.

“Grab the vibrator,” he instructs, but that addition would make you fall even more apart.

You whine and grab the toy, turning it on medium before pressing it to your clit. You squirm a bit in his hold, clenching onto his length at the new sensation,

“Oh baby…” you cry.

“Feels good Hm?” He grins. God, he was deep. Enough to hit that sweet tender spot over and over again to make you see stars.

And Jungkook seemed to feel the same when his thrusts grow sloppy and his breathing grew quicker. The vibrator was tosses to the ground when you wrap your legs around his waist to keep him close, gripping the bedsheets when you finally climax.

“Oh fuck!” You squeal before exhaling in relief from cumming.

Jungkook slows his hips until he comes to an abrupt stop, having him groan from his throat when he cums. His body was sweaty but he wore a smile on his face nethertheless.

“Fuck, I love you. I’m so sorry for everything,” you apologize softly.

“Don’t be sorry. I won’t hurt you like that again,” he shakes his head.

He leaves the bed to start a bath, but you couldn’t help but to think how lucky you were to have a crazy yet romantic boyfriend who would get a boom box to win his girlfriend back.

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I couldn’t figure out how to end it but all well! This isn’t my best so best with me💀

Exciting news! I graduated college and I’m going to grad school now (yay harder school)

I will be around during the summer so more drabbles in the future