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thevirgincherry · 5 months
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PUPPY LOVE !
ft. leon s. kennedy x f!reader
tags. puppy hybrids, knotting, chris is the owner but he’s like not fucking, virginity loss, vendetta leon, age gap, lots of spit
notes. i write gn reader usually but this is super sickeningly self indulgent so it’s fem reader ughdhfh im so sorry this is crossposted on my ao3 :3 NOT BETA READ If u see a typo no you didn’t!!! I am so humiliated by this fic um this only makes sense with vendetta Leon so keep him in mind
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“C’mon, buddy, ain’t it a cutie?” You’re being held up, some scary man's hands under your armpits, legs dangling in the air as he shows you off to an older dog.
It. How rude. You’re a lady for god's sake. An ill-tempered little lady in fact. This is growing tedious, so you let out a noise of warning, and clamp down on his forearm with your canines. They’re just in. Fresh and white. Had taken a while, you were a bit of a late bloomer, but they're here now, and that’s all that matters.
“Shit,” the man clicks his tongue, “you got some spunk, huh, pup?” He places you down on the ground, and you sink to your knees with a soft huff. “What’d you think, Leon?”
So that’s his name. The older dog, Leon. He looks worn out and mean. Brows furrowed, wrinkled forehead, dark hair that obscures most of his face. What a creep. You’ve been set up, the old lady at the pet shop told you this was going to be fun! She said you were gonna meet someone handsome, a stud who’d give you puppies. This dog looks like he doesn’t even go into rut anymore. His glory days are so over. Ten years past his prime. You stick your nose in the air and refuse to acknowledge him. He does the same.
“Leon, come on, buddy,” the man, well, you guess he’s your owner now, tries to coax him over, “don't be like this.”
Leon simply rolls onto his side, his ears flopping over so the pink underside is seen. Rude. You’re so pretty any normal mutt would be begging for it. But, you guess he’s just faulty. ‘Cause he’s an old man. Duh. This is so unfair, a pampered pooch like you deserves so much better. A two bedroom apartment with a single bathroom, and an open-plan kitchen is just not classy.
“Fuck, Leon, you always gotta be so damn difficult.” Your owner crouches down, fastens a collar around your neck. It’s pink so that's good at least. You’re a stupid pup, can’t quite make out what’s engraved on the doggy bone charm, but you assume it would be your name. “There you go, girl, you like it?”
You tilt your head to the side, but ultimately nod your head with a forced smile. Getting on your owner’s good side would be ideal. Maybe he’d spoil you a little extra. He’s awfully handsome when you take a moment to really look at him. Why couldn’t he have been the stud?
“That’s a good girl,” he presses a soft kiss to your head, “why don’t you go make yourself comfortable, pup?” He gives you a little smack on the bottom, makes you jump. Gosh. His hands are so big. He’s so big. You felt the way he flexed under your teeth earlier. So much meat to him.
With another huff, you walk around, sniff the couch cushions, press a dainty paw to the wall, admire all the framed photos. They’ve been together for a long time it seems. Your owner and Leon. He used to be perfectly pretty. Sunflower blonde, dopey smile on his slightly rounded face, puppy fat softening all his rough edges. Cute. You wish he still looked like that. His tail looks like more of a blur in the photos, towards the end he starts to mellow out, turning into what you’ve seen of him today. Moody.
“Leon was a military dog,” your owner explains. You don’t know what that means, but you think it’s important. Considering all the strange clothes with leather straps and that ugly green print, there’s even a gun in your owner’s hands. “He’s retired now though. I thought you’d cheer him up a little.”
You blink at your owner, pressing your nose into his hand when he offers it, pink tongue licking at his salty fingers. Yeah, you like him. He’s firm and sweet. Smiles at you in a way that’s kind. Leon is the only problem. Whatever. He’ll kick the bucket soon enough, or maybe your owner will get tired of him. After all, you can’t teach an old dog new tricks, but you’ve got plenty up your sleeve to show off. Rolling over, batting your lashes, smiling, looking pretty. You’ve got it handled.
“You know how to speak, pup?” Owner cups your cheeks, “my name is Chris,” he says it slowly, waits till you repeat it back to him.
“Chris…” you’re hesitant to speak, unsure of if you did it right. He pats your head, offers you a paw-shaped treat, that must mean you did well.
“Such a good girl, aren’t you?” Gosh. You like him lots ‘n lots. This place ain’t so bad after all.
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“She’s settling in well,” Chris is on the phone with somebody, “no, course not, god, she’s a star.” He’s talking ‘bout you, and you like it. You’re the apple of his eye these days.
He scratches behind your ears as you sit beside him, chewing on a squeaky toy you gnawed at so bad it popped. Leon is laying on the floor as usual, sleeping soundly on a warm spot. You'd given him a shifty kick earlier, but he just grunted through a heavy snore.
It gets lonely when Chris leaves for the day, you often find yourself nesting in his bed, sniffing his pillow, chewing on one of his shirts for comfort. You get scolded for all the pin-sized holes left by your needle-sharp teeth, but you continue to do it. Leon is mean. He bares his teeth when you try to play, kicks you away when you try to curl into him at night, all sorts of things. He’s no fun, it’s why you cling to Chris’ leg, whine and scratch at the door, kick your legs and throw back your head to wail.
The door clicks shut after a short tussle between your teeth and the rough fabric of Chris’ jeans. You sniffle and curl up against the front door. This is so cruel of him. Why can’t he just stay and play all day? You have so many games planned that Leon never wants to partake in. Tug of war, fetch, tummy rubs, kisses, cuddles. It’ll be so much fun! And yet there’s nobody to do it with.
You nose at his cheek as he sleeps in his usual spot. Just by the window, bathed in the warmth of the yolky sunlight, chest rising and falling in tandem with his breaths. His nose scrunches ever so often, his tail mostly still, other than the little flick to the side it makes when you approach him carefully. He smells good. That’s the one thing you like about Leon. His scent. It’s thick and rich and has your gut bubbling with an unfamiliar feeling. However, you welcome it, it feels good to you. Makes you squeeze your thighs together.
“Leon,” your slurring speech makes his brows furrow, his lips downturned, “play with me.”
A low sound rumbles deep in his chest when you continue to prod at him, is he seriously growling at you? This dog has no manners whatsoever. Seriously, who raised him? It can’t have been Chris. “Leon,” you drag it out this time, whining as you clamber on top of him.
Sniffing his neck, you lick at his Adam’s apple, watch as it bobs when he swallows. He opens his eyes, glares at you through light lashes, swats at your face.
“Play with me, Leon,” your bottom lip juts out, giving him those eyes that no one is able to say no to. None of the pet shop workers could, and Chris certainly can’t, so Leon should surely fall for it.
Leon’s eye twitches, his lip curls upwards, flashing those big teeth of his. It’s a warning that you take with a grain of salt. “Leon, ‘m wanna play,” you say again, wriggling on top of him, your hands planted on that firm chest of his.
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You’re a pest. A mutt at best. A bother, a hindrance, all of the above. Leon doesn’t know many other words. He has no clue on whose idea this was, couldn’t have been Chris on his own, must’ve been his sister. Or the lady with the pixie cut, one who brings him treats whenever she visits. ‘Cause Chris knows him well enough. Knows that Leon likes to be alone lately. That a new puppy is just an extra mouth to feed for Chris. He doesn’t need company, doesn’t appreciate a hyperactive pup kneeing him in the gut every hour in an attempt to play some kiddy games.
Total cutie. He’ll give you that. Soft and sweet like all puppies are. Floppy ears, fluffy tail, cute teeth that don’t do much damage. Droopy tits, layer of pudge that puppies tend to have, full hips, and a pert ass.
Now, Leon would never hurt you on purpose. It’s why he sticks to threats he never follows through with. Snarling, baring his teeth, the regular shit. Would get any normal pup scampering away from him, but you’re spoiled rotten. You get what you want at the drop of a hat. He blames that on Chris. Old age has made him sappy. Old age has only made Leon feel like shit. His bones ache on the daily, can’t even get up to bark at the mailman anymore, his walks have been cut down to half an hour once a day, finds it harder to chew on those dental bones Chris tosses him. Stressful times. And the cherry on top of his shit sandwich is you. The little nuisance who insists on bothering him no matter what.
“Leon,” you start again, talking in that high-pitched tone, an excessive amount of spit garbling your speech, “play!”
Christ, you don’t know when to give up. He gives you a light shove, hopes it’s enough to deter you, of course that's just wishful thinking. You bounce back fast. Pressing your forehead to his, you muster up your nastiest glare. Cute. You’re cute when you do that. “Play with me.” Each word is punctuated by your fists smacking down on his chest.
You’re hovering over him, bare bottom on his clothed lap, tits pressed flush to his chest. Every piece of clothing Chris tried to put on you was deemed itchy. Snipping off the labels never helped, you seem to only like cashmere, expensive taste. So he gave up. Lets you wander around in your birthday suit.
“I don’t want to play,” Leon gets out through gritted teeth, expression contorting into one of restraint when you rock your hips back and forth absentmindedly. You’re being playful. Trying to get him up, trying to get any sort of reaction from him. But he can feel you. Leon’s been out of business for a long time. He was so damn sure his dick had malfunctioned a couple years back. No seed left to spare. This old dog was dried out.
This is all it took to get him fixed up? Puppy cunt? God. What a sicko. He sits up, hands on your hips to still you. Your brow quirks in confusion, blinking at him dumbly. Poor puppy. Don’t even know how wet you are. How your heady scent is coating the walls, making it unbearable for Leon to even breathe. He’s going fuckin’ crazy.
Leon pins you down, hair hanging in your face as he hovers over you. “Playing?” You ask him, face lighting up at the prospect of getting him to join in on your games.
Oh, he’ll teach you a new game, alright. It’s cute how you act all haughty, get Chris running around like a headless chicken ‘cause you’ve got so many demands, when really you’re just a stupid pup. Can’t even take care of yourself. Walkin’ around with this drippy pussy, an itch so deep in your core you can’t scratch it. Leon can’t lie, he’s cracked open an eye to see you trying your best to get rid of it. The ache in your lower belly. Rubbing yourself all over that pink teddy Chris brought back after a trip. Pressing its wet snout deep into your cunt to get rid of that strange tingle, but to no avail. Leon found it a little funny. He remembers being that way.
The sound you let out when he spreads your fat pussy is adorable. A whine that borders on a yelp. You’re frightened and confused for a moment, until his fingertips find your swollen clit, pushing back the hood, swiping over it again and again. Then you melt into a puddle of goop. That’s right. Must feel so damn good. You’ve got a chubby cunt, pillowy lips that hide your bud from his view, fluffy fur all over your tummy and crotch that’ll shed in a few months time and grow back in a darker shade. Cute little thing. He’s gonna eat you up.
He bullies his way between your thighs. Your scent is so much thicker now. Clinging to his skin in a way he’ll be unable to wash off. The first swipe of his tongue through your folds has your hips bucking up, pelvis mashing into his nose a little painfully. Leon makes sure to hold you down. You’re sugary sweet in his mouth, like he’s bitten into a ripe fruit. Your pussy sure is the sweetest peach he’s ever seen.
“Leon…” you grab at his ears, tug on them to combat the immense pleasure that tears through you. Ouch. He’s gotta get Chris to trim those claws of yours down.
His hand is splayed across your tummy, holding you down as he buries his face in your cunt. Leon nips at your inner thighs then goes back to making those obnoxious noises that any lady with dignity would be mortified by. But you’re a stupid puppy that can’t tell left from right. Eyes rolling back into your skull as he slurps away, lips smacking noisily, his tongue fucking in and out of that tight hole.
Your toes curl in your fluffy socks, hips arching up despite his hold on them, pussy gushing like a burst pipe all over him. “There you go, atta girl,” Leon hums, flicking your clit one last time for good measure. He smiles at the sound you let out, a pitchy yap of irritation.
More where that came from. You got him all worked up. That hasn’t happened in years. His cock is dripping, a wet patch forms in the front of his sweats that he’s quick to lower. Your mouth waters at the sight, smiling at him all dopey. It’s instinct, it seems, for you to be a greedy, cock-hungry little pup. Leon’s all for enthusiasm, so he’ll give it to you, reward the spoiled little pup.
He’s sheathed inside of you in no time. You’re made for this sorta thing. Made to be a breeding bitch if he wants to get crude about it. So he doesn’t worry too much ‘bout how you’re adjusting. Just moves his hips forward sharply, fat tip jabbing at your cervix, and watching as you tremble.
“Mmm, Leon,” your nails scratch down his chest, ears flattening against your head as you gaze up at him with starry eyes. This all it takes to calm you down? Some dick? Leon’s willing to give it whenever you get rowdy. Spit pools in your mouth, dribbles down your chin, and he’s quick to lick it up. You don’t know how to kiss him. But you try. It’s clumsy and open-mouthed, your tiny hands cupping his stubbly cheeks as you just kinda slobber all over the lower half of his face. That’s alright. Leon got the hang of it after about five years. He can teach you.
You’re sucking his dick in, pussy tight around him like a vice, his balls slap against your ass. It’s so good. Fuck. He should’ve done this sooner. Should’ve jumped you the moment Chris brought you home. What an idiot. He was basically gifting Leon a living fuckdoll and he missed out on it for a good month or so. You’re so easy, kicking your legs, and digging your nails into his biceps as you cream on his fat cock, leaving a ring of milky white around the base.
He’s old now, can’t help the way his breath is a little ragged as he nears his high, can’t last as long as he used to. Don’t matter anyway. ‘Cause you’re satisfied. He fills you up like a creampuff. There’s a little surprise on your face when his knot begins to swell, stretching your cute hole till it’s gaping.
“Fun.” You tell him with a sleepy smile. Leon’s tongue smooths over your fluffy ears, he remembers his fur being this soft. They’re wet with perspiration, but he likes the taste of you. He grooms you to his heart's content. It’s been a while since he’s done any of that. Makes him feel rather happy actually. Like a weight has lifted from his chest. You’re falling asleep so he manages to roll over, careful not to move too fast and tear you in half while he’s knotted. He has you on top of him, face in his neck as you snore lightly. The warmth is putting him to sleep too.
Leon only stirs when he hears the jingle of keys and a few voices from down the hall. You’re still knocked out and drooling. The front door opens, Chris is talking to someone he tries to pick up on through smell.
“Jesus, buddy, what’d you do to her?” Chris kneels down beside them, pats Leon’s head then yours.
“They do get along well, Chris,” it’s Rebecca, she’s smiling down at Leon, he can sniff out those expensive treats in the pocket of her winter coat. “Guess it’s just when you’re around.”
“No, no, I swear,” he holds his hands up in defence, “Leon’s always being a fuckin’ bastard when it comes to her.”
“You’re just being mean to him,” Rebecca says, cooing as she pinches Leon’s cheek, “hey, there, good boy.”
“Yeah,” Chris lets out an exasperated laugh, “sure, whatever, glad you like your new pal, buddy.”
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heartofwritiing · 4 months
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Kiss me (beneath the milky twilight)
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paring: musicanbur x fem!reader
summary: you’re the backup singer for lovejoy, the fans don’t know you and wilbur are together, but one duet changes that.
authors note: trying to practice dialogue, so sorry if it is a little wired and doesn’t make sense idk how to write good conversation lmao, also i thought this idea was cute hope you guys like it :)
warnings: short, a make-out on stage, fluff, unedited!
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“Okay, someone ate the last poptart this morning on the bus, fess up, who was it?”
Mark, who was twirling his drum stick a few times questioned amongst the group as you and the rest of lovejoy stood in a circle backstage minus Wilbur; who was still asleep in his dressing room. Pre-show naps were a ritual for him now.
Being on tour was an experience to say the least. You never thought you’d be sharing a small space with four grown men, but here you were living on a tour bus for the next four months with them. Most days it wasn’t complete chaos, you all had your respective bunks and areas but a lot of times you thought you’d somehow died and were sent to purgatory until whoever decided to send you to actual hell.
“I don’t know but I have a stash in the bus so I know it’s not me,” you raise your hands up in innocence.
“Why do you get your own secret stash?” Mark frowns.
Wilbur liked to spoil you with snacks to hide around the bus so the other boys wouldn’t find them just to tease them, All in good fun of course.
“Perks of being the lead singer’s girlfriend,” you smirk with your chin held high.
“Im convinced now that you’re the pop tart thief,” Joe added, thumb and pointer finger fiddling with the tuning pegs on his guitar while standing off to the side. “I know all the little hiding spots on the bus and I haven’t seen any secret stash of pop tarts anywhere,”
“That was completely sus of you to say, now i think it was you!” you pointed.
Stupid moments like this made up for all the times you got annoyed with them. Though you loved them all to death they drove you absolutely insane.
“So where’s your secret stash then?”
“Ill never tell, you thief.”
A pair of arms suddenly came to snake around your waist and pull you further back until a head rest on your shoulder. A very sleepy Wilbur yawned and pressed a tender kiss to your shoulder. You smiled sinking back into your lovers arms and reached your hand up to pet his soft curls. Almost instantly he hummed and it mimicked a cats pur.
“What are you guys arguing about now?” he mumbled against your shirt.
“I wouldn’t say we’re arguing, just pointing blame for whoever stole the last pop tart this morning,” you explain.
“It was probably Ash,” Joe quips. Ash looks offended with his arms raise in confusion.
“Oh no, that was me,” Wilbur states nonchalantly.
“WHAT?!” The group erupted into protests.
“I was hungry,” Wilbur shrugs. “we can afford more guys.”
“very true,” you piped.
“well i guess this solves the great pop tart thief mystery,” Mark shrugs.
“Case closed.” you remark.
Soon the argument dissolved, and everyone spoke amongst themselves. You rocked with Wilbur side to side as you hummed no tune in particular as you leaned against him.
“How was your nap honey?” you asked.
“lonely,” he states. “I missed you,”
Your heart jumps at his sentiment. It had only been a few hours since you both woke up tangled in each other’s limbs, maneuvering out of the small bunk trying not to roll out and fall. Still, you missed him when he wasn’t around too.
“I missed you too,” you brought his hand up to your lips and gave it a kiss before placing it back down against your waist.
“you still wanna go through with tonight?”
You knew what he was referring to. Wilbur had come to you with the idea of you both singing a duet on stage at one of the gigs. At first you weren’t so sure, it was his bands time to shine and you didn’t want to take away from that. You’re the back up singer for Wilbur, you felt out of place trying to share the spotlight. After some convincing; more like brain washing you with his puppy dog eyes, you eventually caved and agreed to do it.
Now that it was so close to the performance, the nerves in your body weren’t going away. You had never really been front and center on stage before. Always in the back round hidden in the stage lights. So the thought of being in-front of a crowd of a thousand people staring at you, probably waiting for you to possibly mess up, was fucking you up in the brain just a bit.
Wilbur could practically feel how tense you suddenly got and perked his head up and looked at your face with a slightly worried expression.
“We don’t have to if you’re not ready darling,”
“No, I’ll be fine,” you shook your head. “I wanna do this with you, It’ll be fun.”
Your smile didn’t seem to convince him. He didn’t want to push you into anything but, he could sense how anxious you had seemed the past couple of days. One word from you and he would cancel the whole show if you asked. which of course was very silly of him.
You were determined to get over this fear and just go with it. With one last final hug you both pulled apart and began getting prepared for the show in an hour.
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The show was so explosive. The energy of the crowed was strong tonight, it made your adrenaline buzz with excitement. You had almost completely forgotten about your nerves when you stepped onto that stage.
The band had just finished One Day and cheers and screams rang out through the venue. You watched as Wilbur reached down to grab the towel sat beside his mic stand and whip his brow clean from sweat. He threw the towel back down and leaned into the microphone.
Wilbur had told you after One Day was the time slot you had to sing the duet with him.
“Alright, so we have something special planned,” Wilbur spoke. “I wanna welcome to the front of the stage Y/N, my incredible backing vocalist!”
Cheers rang out for you as you stepped center stage into the light clutching your microphone. You smiled and wave at the crowd shakily, you could practically feel your heartbeat out of your chest.
“Were gonna play a song for you, and I need you guys to sing the lyrics if you know them, and be nice to Y/N, shes super nervous,”
A chorus of ‘awes’ rang out from the crowd and you blushed bashfully as you heard a bunch of various shouts of support.
“Thanks Will,” you playfully roll your eyes at him revealing your secret.
The song you had chosen was Kiss Me by Sixpence Non the Richer, one of your favorites. The opening chords rang out as Joe began the melody. Soon, Mark kicked in the drums and you were bobbing your head to the beat.
You glanced over at Wilbur and saw a smile on his lips as he began playing as well. He looked over at you and saw the panic glossing over your eyes in the light. Somehow it made you forget everything once you connected eyes.
Look at me. he mouthed. just keep your eyes on me.
You took a deep breath and began to sing the lyrics, keeping your eyes locked with Wilbur. Somehow it made you forget everything around you and be in the moment with him.
Kiss me out of the bearded barley
Nightly, beside the green, green grass
Wilbur saw how stiff you were, barely moving your limbs. In an attempt to get you to be more comfortable he moved towards you while continuing to play.
Swing, swing, swing the spinning step
You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress, oh
He leaned forward until he was practically kissing your mic. Shocked at the close proximity you kept your composure as you both sang the chorus of the song in harmony.
Kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
staring deeply into each others eyes nothing else seemed to matter. The pit in your stomach making your knees weak with the look in his eyes as they flickered down to your own lips as he sang.
You rested your left hand on his bicep, the fabric of his silky black button up grounding you before you got too light headed.
Lift your open hand, strike up the band
And make the fireflies dance, silver moon's sparkling
So kiss me
You broke apart and suddenly felt weightless. You danced around the stage as Wilbur watched you with awe and adoration. Your cheeks were hot feeling his eyes on you the entire time. You sang the next line;
Kiss me down by the broken tree house
Swing me upon its hanging tire
Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat
You moved towards Wilbur and he turned to wiggle his hips to the beat. Trying so hard to hold back a laugh, you copied his movements. You couldn’t wait to see all the videos on your timeline the next day.
leaned against his side and began singing together once more;
We'll take the trail marked on your father's map
Kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand, strike up the band
And make the fireflies dance, silver moon's sparkling
So kiss me
You dance around the stage again feeling yourself in the moment as the last notes rang out. You didn’t even process the cheers and screams as you felt a pair of hands cup your cheeks and press their lips against yours.
Your eye’s opened in shock to see Wilbur was the one who pulled you into a kiss. On stage. in front of a whole crowd of his fans. Fuck it, you thought, and melted into his touch. His lips moved against yours softly and you could feel your skin set aflame.
Your arms looped around his middle and pulled him closer to you. Hours could have passed and you could’ve kept kissing him, but eventually you pulled away for the lack of oxygen in your lungs. Chocolate eyes peered down at you with such love you had ever felt. Wide smiles broke the two of you into infectious giggles you could barely hear over the whole crowd of people screaming all around you.
Wilbur took your hand and walked back over to his mic. All your friends were cheering you on as well, Causing you to blush harder at all the attention on you but it didn’t matter anymore.
“Well, that was a heat of the moment sort of thing guys, sorry about that,” his giggle echoing through the venue speakers, everyone ‘wooed’ in response. “Had to take my moment, y’know?”
Wilbur gazed at you out of the corner of his eye to see your bashful state. Squeezing your hand he said one last thing to the crowd before he had to move onto the next song on their line up.
“Everyone please give it up for my beautiful, wonderful, talented, girlfriend!”
You were most certainly redder than a cherry at this point. The crowd was loving every second of it. Hiding your face in Wilbur's shoulder from his side, he kisses your forehead before having to send you back over to your place on stage. You very certain your twitter feed will be insane the next day.
It wasn’t long before the next song started up and you were dancing along with Leandra. Wilbur gave you one final glance behind him and you blew him a kiss to which he beamed at you before he turned forward to continue on with the show.
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tonkatsubowl · 7 months
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coffee beans.
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blade x trailblazer!fem!reader sfw themes (some cursing ig). read at your own risk. english isn’t my first language, so please don’t mind the grammatical errors. (っ◞‸◟ c)
⪩ our beloved trailblazer and blade meet up at a cafe behind everyone's backs. a little secret date.
TERM DIRECTORY ◖y/n: your name ◖e/c: eye color ◖h/c: hair color
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one thing you always ask yourself on the daily is...
am i a bad person?
you were a pure person at heart, being a trailblazer and all. you were sent out to different worlds and universes under the command of himeko and welt to save them and to learn more about yourself. and never once had you done anything ill-intended. you probably did some trolling here and there, but you never once did anything that was truly evil...or anything that's remotely considered as evil. you ask yourself that because you are in a relationship with blade. the man that is the archrival to dan heng, and the enemy to the astral express.
how you got here was a different story; how you fell in love, how you and blade were able to establish a relationship somehow, yet you both were considered enemies. you always told yourself that it wouldn't work out because of his association and the team that you practically live and die for.
but, in a way, kafka was getting suspicious, or she knew of it, rather. knowing kafka, she did things that she believed were best for her own sake...and perhaps yours. maybe that is why she is never truly involved in trying to separate both you and blade, but you knew if the astral express team found out, you would most likely be...well, doubted. feared. and yet, blade tells you not to worry, and if they had touched you, he would kill them all.
the worst part about that is that he was serious. dead serious.
but you sigh, looking down to your favorite drink that you ordered in a cafe located in belobog. you and blade (mostly you) decided to meet up here in the cafe for a date. you told the astral express team that you wanted to take some time away for yourself and to just relax...and also, you had some personal duties to attend you. of course, they respected your privacy.
and now here you are, trying to stop yourself from overthinking about everything. you wanted to physically slap yourself in the face to just stop these thoughts. stop overthinking so much, y/n. everything will be fine.
"overthinking again, are you?"
a familiar voice snaps you out of your own inner prison, saving from the turmoil that you would suffer from at night. your eyes dart towards the direction of the voice, feeling your shoulders relax and your body easing itself when you see the love of your life. he walks over to you, placing a hand on top of your head, his fingers gently caressing through your scalp.
"ah-" you began, "i...i guess." you murmured, looking down to the drink that blade had ordered. a black coffee, you would assume. he wasn't much of a coffee drinker, and adored tea. but when it came to you, he would want to try something similar to what you drank...but nothing too sugary. but blade can read you like an open book. if you seemed stressed, tired, sad, angry...or anything, he can read you. and he would be there for you to the best of his abilities.
he raised a brow, looking down at the drink that was in between your hands. retracting his arm from your head, he sits across from you, looking a bit sour.
"you bought a drink? you need to stop doing that and at least wait for me to buy you one," he murmurs, a quiet sigh leaving his lips, "now i really know that you are overthinking, y/n."
you huff, "look, i don't want you to spend money on me."
"too bad."
well, you couldn't exactly fight against blade's wishes. if he wanted to spoil you, he will do so regardless or not you like it.
"what are you overthinking about anyway? same stuff?" he would say, taking a sip from his black coffee.
"well...yeah." you say, slumping back against your seat.
"i'm telling you. i don't give a damn if they find out. if they hurt you because of it, then it only gives me another reason to put their hands on a silver platter. do you understand that, flower?"
and he wasn't wrong. he would hurt them. he would maul them. even if you didn't want him to do it, he would do anything in his power to ensure your safety and to kill those who try to harm you. the man is extremely protective of you, after all. never once had he shown this side to anyone else but you. you were special...and you were his. a man's treasure, pride and joy should never be touched.
you were silent, looking down to the latte heart of a cat that was destroyed from you sipping at the mug. now it was just an awkward foam that is sitting on top of the surface, staring up at you in its own shame and disgust from ruining its art.
you hear a sigh from blade as he sips once again from his black coffee, eyeing at you carefully. "anywho, i saw your 'adorable' little wanted poster here in belobog. at the walls."
he changed the subject, and that's when you smiled a bit, laughing softly to yourself. yeah, when you, dan heng and march first got here...you were chased by the silvermane knights, causing you three to get a silly portrait of wanted posters. it was quite funny, and adorable.
and best of all, blade loved hearing you laugh. but he would never admit it.
"they gave you a big nose for no reason," he said, his lips tugging to a faint smirk, "and they messed your hair up. makes me wonder if my wanted portraits are drawn by little brats, too."
your smile widens a bit, "i don't think i've ever seen a wanted poster with your face on it, but i hope you're way uglier than me in those," you tease, "maybe i should draw one and slap it here too..." then you pause, realizing you should add, "ah, right...i think they forgot to take those down. they cancelled the bounty and everything on my head after i helped this world."
"they better." his tone stiffened, freezing itself, almost threateningly.
one thing you loved about blade is that he was very protective of you. a man capable of destroying worlds and universes on his own would make anyone feel safe if he decided to ally up with you. but it was a little scary at times. but you couldn't help but admire his strength and dedication to you, anyway.
"...u-um," you began, "do you... want to go on a walk? well, i mean it's...cold outside."
blade nodded his head, standing up. he crushed the empty plastic cup in his hand, tossing it into a nearby trash can. unfortunately, you had a glass mug, so you couldn't exactly just...toss it. instead, you would leave it on the table for the baristas in the cafe to pick up.
"cold, hot. doesn't matter to me."
as long as he's with you, it didn't matter.
hiding your smile, you got up, shyly inching your hand towards his. he looked at you with a mildly puzzled look, watching as your fingers playfully inch at his own. then, he would take your hand with a sigh, looking away as he began to lead you outside of the cafe.
being hit with a cold, wintry breeze was something you would never get used to. but it seems blade was already used to fighting under extreme weathers and temperatures. the man was a killing machine, after all. a machine that was adjusted to many environments, worlds, its laws and more. you would cling to his side, holding his arm for warmth. the scent of his herbal cologne, the warm that protruded from his limb...everything about him was just so perfect. you felt so safe. you felt so...at peace.
the two of you were walking in silence, basking in each other's presence. sometimes, you two didn't always need to talk but to just enjoy each other's companies. blade took you somewhere, anywhere in the city. you both watched as the snow began to fall, as it decorated your hair like little stars sprinkled throughout the night sky. you both would stop a little food trailers, being served hot and warm foods...and of course, blade would pay for all of it. he disliked you taking in charge of everything, after all. he would rather do everything for you.
night fell, and the man finally spoke, shattering the silence that you both shared amongst each other, "don't go home yet."
you blink, your eyes darting to him with confusion and surprise. his eyes soften as he looked towards you, admiring the snowfall as he observed the beauty that was laid before him.
"give them excuse. that you're too tired to leave. stay the night here. i'll buy an inn room."
you blink. what was with this sudden change of behavior? retrieving your phone from your pocket, you look at blade with wide, curious and surprised eyes. you weren't against it, so you sent a text to the groupchat that was shared between you, dan heng, march, himeko and welt.
➜ y/n: hey, i'm a little exhausted from running errands here... i think i'll stay here for the night and come back to the express. zzz
➜ march: huh?? damn, what have you been doing?
➜ y/n: enough for my legs to scream at me
➜ welt: i'm not surprised, considering every world we go, you're always running errands. feel free to rest for the night over there. let us know if you need anything.
➜ himeko: oh geez. learn to say no to these errands sometimes, okay? you need to have some time for yourself.
➜ dan heng: rest up, y/n.
to your relief, you gave a nod to blade, assuring him that you would stay the night here in belobog. but one thing that concerned you was...
"what about kafka and silver wolf? wouldn't you need-"
"don't worry about them. they already know not to disturb me for a bit."
you blinked, letting blade rest a hand on your shoulder as he gestured you to the direction of the inn building.
"come. let's get some rest."
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the rest of the night was peaceful and loving. the two of you shared each other's warmth in harmony, snuggling up in each other's arms holding each other close. you would talk away at blade's ear as he sat there in silence, listening to every word that left your lips. he listened to every story, every rant that left you, and everything that you just wanted to talk about towards blade.
the one thing you loved about blade was that you can talk his ear out about anything, and he would always listen to you in silence, and speak his thought if it was needed. never once would he show disinterest towards you. he loved hearing you talk about your day.
finally, letting out the bundle of emotions had tired you out, as well as the fun you had today with your significant other. his arms were wrapped around your waist as your were deep asleep against his chest, quietly listening to his heart beat as he protected you from everything in the universe. aeons, the supernatural...nothing would be bold enough to face a man who was capable of annihilating it all. nothing would separate you both, and best of all...
...blade wouldn't want to let go of you, ever.
as you remained deep asleep against his chest, blade's eyes were still awake, thinking about situations, future decisions and other things related to your... no, to your and blade's future. unbeknownst to you, he would most likely have to plan to get rid of the astral express team if it meant to have you as his...and his only.
your presence was everything to him.
and nothing else would matter.
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unexpected yandere tendency at the end oops ♡(>ᴗ•)
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whateversawesome · 1 year
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Part 2: Spy x Family Fic Recommendations
Thanks to Twiyor Valentine Week, organized by @twiyorbase , I’ve been reading a lot of good Spy x Family fics and I thought it was time for a new recommendation list. Here it is:
Paper hearts and mine, by Raxielle: In this story, Yor and Loid play a little Valentine Day game that involves little notes. It’s all fluff, but there’s an elegant twist at the end. A very original idea for an iconic holiday.
I Just Need You Now by EnragedPineapple : Here, Yor gets bullied at work and her husband is there to make her feel loved an appreciated. This fic is very, very sweet.
Playing the Game by Fi2xx : Set in a modern AU, his little multi-chapter tells the story of Loid and Yor going on a first date (and hitting it off, of course). I found this story fresh and endearing. You’ll get invested in the characters right away. 
Floyd and Flor by Fi2xx : Yes, another fic by the same author. Looks like I found a new favorite hehe. This fic is about first kisses. Loid and Yor imagine a first kiss between them with the help of none other than Berlint in Love!
Of fractured halos by platonicau : Remember when Fiona visited the Forgers and was mean to Yor? This fic explores the possibility of Yor talking about that with Loid and him reassuring (and loving) his wife. 
Stay With Me (Will You?) by ariddletobesolved : Anybody up for a sick fic? As you can guess, Yor falls ill and her husband is in charge of taking care of her while she gets healthy again. Sweet and fluffy, that says it all!
Grilled Bear by @tare-anime : An AU in which Twilight and Yor met when they were younger, during the war. I’m not going to spoil it for you, but it’s a beautiful story, very well-written too.
But i'd risk it all just to be with you by @nightofnyx8 : This is without a doubt my new favorite. I got hooked by reading the first line. This story is post-reveal. Here Twilight has faked his dead, but keeps coming back to Yor. When you read it, it’s as if you were watching a scene from a movie. It’s angsty, sexy, and simply beautiful. Do yourself a favor and read it.
And of course the list wouldn’t be complete without fics from Whateversawesome (yeah, that’s me). Those who have read my stories, know how I roll:
Last Days of Operation Strix: In this story, it’s time for Twilight to end Operation Strix, but he has fallen in love with his wife and now he has to choose between being a spy or staying with his family. This is a multi-chapter, full of twists and turns, major angst, but also lots of fluff and plenty of spice. And did I mention it’s now complete?
As a Real Family: A series of pure tooth-rotting fluff about our favorite family, including the newest member of the Forger family aka Twiyor baby.
Until You Come Back to Me: This new multi-chapter is an Eden AU / Actors AU. In this story, Twilight’s mission is to seduce his former love, actress Yor Briar, to manipulate her into spying for him. Needless to say, it starts off pretty angsty, but it’ll also have plenty of fluff along the way.   
That’s it! But there will be more recs soon. There’s a Twiyor fic exchange event going on and once that’s done, I’ll post a new list with all the fics involved in that event. 
And you can see Part 1 of this Spy x family fic rec here.
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partywithgyu · 9 months
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SHE HAS A HORNY DOLL AT HOME.
Choi Soobin Smut.
dom!reader x sub!soobin.
content signs: dollification, mommy kink, very horny, slight public I guess, use of term malewife.
requested / idea by: @whatudowhennooneseesyou
"Soobin you're my fucking malewife."
You had returned home with something on your mind, Soobin could tell.
You pushed the main door shut behind you before taking a seat right in the middle of the couch. Placing your bag and a shopping bag beside you, you leaned back. "Hi hun. I thought you would be a late. You'll have to wait for food. I just ordered it. Any guess what it is?," said the pretty boy who was rearranging the book shelf for some reason.
Then you called him a malewife.
Soobin was dumbfounded. Was it an insult? Did you mean that you were blessed to have him? Did it mean that you want to fuck him? He looked at you. It was hot the way your shirt wrapped your body and you formal skirt was ridding up your thigh. He had the urges to glance at whatever is under. The hottest thing at the moment was how you were eye fucking him already.
"Drop that book and come here. Don't you want to get fucked by mommy?"
Desperately he came and sat beside you. Your hand ran over his face. His eyes to your lips. Kiss him already. Not so soon though. "I gotta make my doll pretty first, right?"
Pulling out a lipstick from the MAC bag next to you, you straddled his lap. The feeling of you moving against clothed bulge made his eyes close and a hushed sound of pleasure leave his parted lips. "no no. We have to stay still," you said while completely failing to do so. You were grinding on him and your fingers tapped over his cheekbones, spreading the blush.
"Ca- Can I touch you?" he asked as if his hands weren't already heading to your boobs.
"Yes. Fuck. I spoil you too much."
"Put in my mouth. Please. Mommy."
"Not until we get that gloss on your lips."
The swaying stopped and pretty boy whined. He was unable to form a proper sentence even. His mind was fuzzy. He was desperate. He was so deep into the subspace. You still took your time to apply the gloss on his lips and highlighter on his face. Tonight he had to be a doll.
"Soobin you are so fucking pretty."
"Just fuck me then. I mean. Please fuck me. I want to-mommy use me."
You pressed your lips against his. "Dont whine baby. What does my baby want? I am going to ride my pretty doll now, okay? Lay down."
Soobin moaned when your hand ran up and down his free dick. It was already sticky. "So hot. ah. Mommy. Start riding," whines the doll as you sat on his dick. It was quick and desperate the way both of you moved next. Like a race to pleasure. Both of you were on the same team. The huge doll moved his hips up and down and whined as if you two were the only ones in the world. Until the doorbell rang.
"Fuck the food," you said. "Soobin let go, Ill go get it." Could he even hear you? A few more strokes and his fluids were already coating your insides. You had to get up and pull your skirt down, adjust your bra,close you buttons and rush to the door.
"Hi. Sorry to keep you waiting."
"Not a problem, miss."
Was that mid twenties guy looking you up and down or were you overthinking? You took the bag from his hands. "How much do I pay?," you asked, already feeling white fluid making its way down your inner thigh.
"Its paid for online already," the guy said.
"Of course it is," you said not having it in you to make eye contact. Especially when the sound of Soobin's moan reached your ears.
"Thank you for the food. Have the good night."
"You too, miss."
Oh. You were going to. Door was closed, food on table and Soobin was coming once again. White fluid was running down your leg.
Soobin knew what was coming when he saw you strip like you did. Was it even normal how horny you made him?
"What was that?"
"I was just letting him know that you are fucking me. You already have a doll. I am your doll. Touch me again."
"Lets put your shameless mouth to some good use. Get ready to have that lipstick all over your face."
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dukeoftheblackstar · 7 months
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To that/those anon who sent an ask about TBB. HMU.
I guess I should drop it here because I got a few anons who are a bit upset that I haven't read any of their TBB-related works and I'm not sure how to feel about that.
I don't mean to sound insincere, but I'm not sure if me half-assing an apology is something that should happen and it's really not something I want to do. I don't feel like apologizing for something I'm not sorry for or feel I have to be faulted for.
I haven't watched TBB yet, okay? I'm still finishing TCW because I never got to finish the full series, only some episodes when it happened. I'm not even in the Umbara Arc yet.
Give me a hot minute to juggle things.
I know for a fact that I initially signed up for Jango's copy-paste boys and I'm all up for that. I am. I just can't touch TBB-related fics yet because I've already spoiled myself with so much Wrecker snippets, I'm dying to skip. But I won't.
So, whoever those were who sent the asks or if it was just one person, I don't really know and I don't really care (in a non-combative way), just know that I hold no ill-feelings towards you and if you're upset by me not paying attention to your TBB fics, I don't know what to say but an apology isn't something but... I may get there if I am at TBB because I'm gonna obsess over it and I'll probably come across yours.
I'm also open for a DM if you wanna talk about it.
I have also been nursing an illness for almost a week now, so I'm either slaving my ass off in the corporate work life I'm trapped in or sleeping.
I'm also Plo Koon obsessed. He takes precedence over anything if my interaction of the Kel Dor Squad is a problem.
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sjhanny2000 · 2 years
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Fights and Sweet Touches (Part 4)
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A/N: Guess who's back? 😅 This will probably be the biggest part of this little series, just FYI. Part 5 has not been written yet due to the school year starting but any free time I have will be to finishing it!
Warning(s): separation of spouses, depression, anxiety, mental illness, recovery, self deprecation, reunification of separated spouses, mentions of illness, spoilers for KNY: Entertainment District Arc
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SPOILERS FOR THE ENTERTAINMENT DISTRICT ARC ARE PRESENT! TURN AROUND IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO BE SPOILED!
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"Y/N-chan?”
The silence that followed that simple but heavily complicated address was near deafening. No one moved, no one spoke, no one dared to breathe as you stared at the three women in front of you, so far yet so damn close. 
How could this have happened?
When you began to cry, you don’t remember, but as you stood there, world on fire and anxiety screaming bloody murder, you took notice of the wetness on your cheeks, the salty liquid coming to stain the fabric of your kimono. This couldn’t be-, this was impossible-, they were supposed to never find you- !
“Y/N-chan!” 
A pair of warm, memory-riddled arms came to wrap around your neck, ripping you out of your thoughts and back into reality, quickly stumbling to take note that it was Suma, sweet, blubbering Suma hugging you.
Just as quickly as she came to hug you, she pulled away, a look of surprise on her face as she did the one thing that made you want to scream to the heavens in terror. 
Her gaze settled on my large midsection, awed wonder flooding her childish features. “Y/N-chan are you-?!” 
Before she could even begin to finish that damning question, an alarming shout filled the air. 
“What is the meaning of this?!” 
Your attention fell onto Riku-san without a moment’s hesitation, the older woman’s face marred in a fearsome glare as she stormed over to your location behind the counter. 
“You will remove your hands from her this instant!” Her hands gently yet sternly pulled you away from Suma’s grasp, glare never ceasing to exist. “Who do you think you are, coming into my shop and harassing one of my employees?!” 
Before you could even try to mitigate the situation, a snarling Makio appeared at Suma’s side, the feisty kunoichi nearly touching noses with your boss. “Get your hands off of our wife, NOW!” 
“WIFE?!” 
Riku-san’s hold only tightened with your wife’s declaration, pulling you against her plump chest. “Do I look like I give a damn who you are, girl?! You girls CANNOT and WILL NOT come in here like a bull in a china shop, disturbing my staff and other patrons, regardless of your marital relations to Ahmya-san!” 
“R-Riku-san, please, it’s okay-,” You stumbled over your words like a child, hands shaking and mind far too chaotic at the moment to make any sense of what was going on. 
“Ahmya-san?” At some point in all of the chaos, Hinatsuru had appeared in the space between you and your other wives, concerned confusion present on her beautiful face as she placed a calming hand on Makio’s shaking shoulder. “Their name is Y/N.” 
Hearing your true name sent icy shivers down your spine, mouth growing dry as the ability to breath grew more laborious with each passing second. The urge to scream plagued your mind, warring aggressively against the instinct to run to them, to let Makio hold you, to breathe in her scent of honey suckles and freshly tilled earth. Your heart was begging for the feeling of Hinatsuru’s feather soft lips to grace your full ones, to hold Suma’s hand and never let go. They had been your anything and everything, the stars to your moon, and just seeing them after all this time, after all the tears and heartbreak, you felt as if you were splitting into two. 
You knew better though. A swift kick from the child within your womb reminded you of that. 
“I don’t care what their name is, you three need to leave!” Riku-san pointed a stern finger towards the shop door. “They are in no condition to undergo the emotional stress you three are inflicting on them!” 
Hinatsuru stepped forward with her hands clasped together, tears saturated with desperation flooding her violet irises. “Please, we mean no harm! We’ve been searching for Y/N-chan for months-!” 
“Perhaps there’s a reason why they left you. Have you thought of that?” The shopkeeper gazed at Hinatsuru without a speck of remorse, hand coming to rest on her hip. 
They-they had been searching for you? 
Raging emotions threatened to strangle your heart, helpless as you watched a fiery Makio take an defensive stance, hands curled into her fists. “You don’t know anything lady-!”
“I know plenty, thank you very much! I know that the lousy man you call a husband practically cast Ahmya-san from your shared home, berating her for having the simple want of having a child of their own!” Riku-san snarled at the three unnerved women standing before her, her mouth relentless and bearing acidic venom. 
Suma, who was hardly holding it together, let out a pleading sob, shaking her head in earnest. “Please! We’ve come so far-!” 
Miwa stepped forward with her arms crossed over her chest. “I believe your mother told you to exit our shop. Leave on your own or I’ll remove you myself!” 
“Y/N!” Suma begged, curling herself around Makio’s right arm with tears gushing down her cheeks, the very same ones you longed to hold in the cusp of your palms as you kissed her peach tasting lips. “Please!” 
Makio held the other kunoichi close, voice cracking with emotion, something that only occurred once in a blue moon. “We only want to talk! You don’t need to hide from us!” 
Oh, how could you not? You were carrying the unwanted child of your husband, the one he had been so adamant about preventing at all costs. In your selfishness, you had torn apart the only good thing that had occurred, forced to leave behind the life you had cherished with every fiber of your being. So many nights had been spent in tears as you attempted to reconcile with yourself, to force your weeping heart into reluctant submission whilst it cried for your spouses. The lack of closure was what was really killing you in the end; you had been able to say goodbye to your mother when she passed, to watch your siblings leave the family estate, to bid your abusive and neglectful father one last damned farewell, one he brushed off without a care in the world. Hinatsuru stole your attention away from your dire thoughts with a simple but heartbreaking sob, clearly muffled but still existent, and the very sound had your knees shaking in weakness. 
Tear-filled pools of violet met your (e/c), your wife of reason wavering in both voice and body as she spoke. “Please, just give us a moment to explain! If not for us, for your own sanity!” 
“Ladies, I would leave while you can! Riku-san here has quite the temper” Hoshi-sensei moved to corral your wives out the door, nervous sweat rolling down his forehead whilst looking at your boss’ unmoving form of steel. 
The three kunoichi paid the doctor no mind as Miwa-san stepped forward, Suma reaching out to your frozen form with pure and unadulterated despair. “Y/N-chan!” 
Why were they being so persistent? What could they possibly want from you, the wayward and troublemaking wife? You had only been a burden, Tengen had told you so all those months ago! Why were they here?! 
A soft voice sounded from the deep recesses of your mind, so weak that one could barely hear its message. You, however, heard it loud and clear. 
‘Maybe I was never a burden to them after all.’ 
“W-wa-wait.” 
No one must have expected you to talk in that moment because before you could even begin to think of what to say next in this impossibly messy situation, six sets of eyes were on you and Kami you couldn’t do this! 
“I-I wish to hear the-them out, Riku-san.” The joyful surprise on your wives’ faces made the guilt weighing heavy on your shoulders even more taxing to carry, your gaze falling upon the older woman’s visage of aversion. “P-please.” 
The older woman’s calculating gaze fell on your quivering form, inspecting your person with a sharp eye before. It was only after a few moments of suffocating silence, Riku-san pulled away with a grunt of displeasure. “I will allow this conversation to take place. However-!” 
She sent a warning glare to your wives, practically daring them to destroy their chances to speak with you. “-if one of you upsets Ahmya-san, you must swear that you will never return to our village.”
 
Your eyes flew wide with surprise, a gasp escaping your lips at hearing the woman’s audacious ultimatum. “Riku-san-!” 
Suma, much to your surprise, cut you off mid-objection, her pools of gorgeous sapphire unmoving and brimming with stubborn determination. “We accept your terms!” 
“Very well,” Riku-san retorted with a nod, unfolding her arms with a sense of finality coloring her body features. Her attention returned to your person, her gaze comforting yet firm. “Miwa and I will be in the other room. Do NOT hesitate to call for one of us, do you understand?” 
“Hai, Riku-san.” You gave her a slight bow of agreeance, not allowing yourself to look her in the eyes. You didn’t have the right; you had lied to her about so many things. 
A worn hand gently took hold of your chin, forcing you to look at the woman who was nothing short of a mother to you. Much to your surprise, you saw a pained demeanor of understanding painting her aging features. 
“We all lie for a reason, child. Have no shame in the ones you have spun to protect yourself with. If you do, the guilt will eat you from the outside in.” With that, she pulled away, beckoning for Miwa-san to follow her. “Come along Miwa, there’s fabric to sort in the back.” 
Miwa flicked her gaze between you and her, clearly torn. “Mama-!” 
“Now, girl.” 
The young woman cast you one last look of worry before doing as she was told, quietly shuffling after her hurricane of a mother. 
“And Hoshi! Leave the herbs and don’t let the door hit you on the way out!” 
The aging man watched the two women leave with his mouth agape but quickly did as he was told, placing the herbs on the inner counter. He turned to you, uncertainty in his eyes, but looking to your awaiting wives and back. “Good luck, girly!” 
With that, the man practically flew out of the shop, the soft ringing of the bell being the only sound that filled the tense atmosphere. You didn’t have the strength to lift your gaze from its place of your breasts, no, you had no right to. You were the one that was a burden, you were the one that had abandoned your role and its responsibilities, one that you had been so graciously gifted with. And now, you were bearing the child your husband, your rock and liberator, had explicitly stated that he didn’t want. Your wives obeyed every order Tengen gave, listened to every piece of advice he dished out, followed him wherever he ventured. Hinatsuru served as his rationality, Makio his stubbornness, and Suma his emotions. They were the chosen ones, Suma had even willingly accept Hinatsuru and Makio into their marriage! The trio had simply been informed by Tengen without a bat of an eye that oh here you were, a fourth wife, one that couldn’t defend herself, who was attention starved and in need of so much love and attention and work-. In the end, you had always been the outsider; your wives had kept their thoughts on having children in the future and you had never been good at thinking like them, of differentiating the responsibilities of the Demon Slayer Corps. and those of personal want. You simply were you, a born and raised civilian who had been born into a family of wealth and status, beaten with the silver spoon of privilege rather than in your mouth, and always, no matter the situation, left alone. Why-?!
A firm yet gentle squeeze of your right hand abruptly ripped you away from your quicksand-like thoughts, mind reeling as you anxiously looked around to find the owner of the foreign limb holding yours. Tears instantly welled in your pools of (e/c) the moment they met the gorgeous blue ones of Suma, the ones you cried over for weeks whenever you found yourself focusing on pails of water or ocean patterned yukatas too much. Her sapphire irises threatened to swallow you whole, so small and hesitant like a young child with a stranger, body trembling in fear at the simple touch that you had once melted into. 
“We’re so glad you’re okay, Y/N-chan,” A loud sniffle escaped the emotional woman, her voice straining with the need to cry. “We thought we lost you forever. Everyone’s been searching for you everywhere!”
Everyone? Even Ten-?
Heart crying out in agony, you shook your head adamantly, snatching your hand away from the teary kunoichi. “Why, why on earth would you be searching for me?! I’m a burden-!” 
“Shut your mouth!” 
Makio stepped forward with her golden brown eyes alit with rage that was threatening to break free, hands clenched into fists of frustration. “Why wouldn’t we be searching for you?! You’re our wife! How shallow do you think we are-?!” 
“Makio! You’re not helping!” Hinatsuru glared at her fellow kunoichi with a stern glare, waiting until Makio loosened her posture with a huff before turning her attention back to you. “Y/N-chan, I only speak for myself, Suma, and Makio when I say this so please, give us a moment to speak with you!” 
“Tengen-sama informed us what transpired between you two, of those vile words he spat. Allow us to tell you without a shred of a doubt that never in a thousand years have we thought of you so lowly, to see you as a burden or greedy! Never have you been either of these things, in fact I can’t believe you’re capable of being such a person!” The violet-eyed woman placed tender, steadying hands on your quivering shoulders, tears cascading wetly down your (s/c) cheeks. “You are one of the greatest things that ever happened to us, and for so many reasons! Never could we’ve imagined being able to have a place that we’re eager to come to because we know we can shed our pasts at the door, that we can simply be us. Not kunoichi, not Demon Slayers, but wives to one of the most dedicated and empathetic people we’ve had the pleasure to meet.” 
“Hina’s right! You changed our lives for the better! We’ve never been good at relaxing, at taking the time to enjoy caring for plants or to learn how to cook food that isn’t just nutritional but super yummy! You taught us that’s something outside fighting all the time!” With a wail, Suma wrapped herself once more around your upper arm, weeping in earnest. 
Makio gave an anxious nod of agreement, arms crossed over her chest in defiance, a faint blush on her cheeks. “We learned how to be people because of you. You’re the one we’ve always looked forward to seeing, one of the reasons to fight with all our hearts so we can come home to you.” 
“So when we came home to find you and your stuff gone, it felt like our world had shattered all over again!” Anger swiftly replaced her humility in a blur of a second, a snarl forming on her lips. You knew what she was referring to, ghost-like clawed hands faintly drifting down your clothes covered thighs, inciting an ice cold shiver of fear to wiggle down your spine. “And everything only got worse when Tengen-sama told us what happened, the bastard! He allowed his trauma to speak for not only him but for us as well and we didn’t even get the chance to dispute it because it was too fucking late!” 
A choked sob unwillingly escaped your painted lips, chest aching with heartache and want because your wives, all three of your strong, beautiful wives, were right in front of you, dispelling all of the horrible thoughts and feelings that had been plaguing you since your final interaction with Tengen. Your hands flew your mouth, knees dangerously knocking against each other as you attempted to hold yourself together-. 
They still loved you. 
In a flurry of movements and emotions, your knees gave way and suddenly you found yourself nestled in Hinatsuru’s arms, Makio and Suma crowding around you two with worry. “Y/N-chan-!” 
“You still love me.” The sobs were nearly suffocating, a wave of pure and unadulterated relief overwhelming. “Kami, you still love me!” 
Your words seemed to break the straw in the camel’s back, the three women smothering you in cuddles and sweet words in a matter of milliseconds, Suma rubbing her silk smooth cheek against your own whilst Makio took hold of your hand. “Of course we still love you stupid, we’ll always love you! You’re not only our wife but our best friend! Heck, you have to be one of your soulmates with how you came into our lives!” 
“And what an honor it is to call you one of our soulmates.” Calloused hand wiping away the moist tears marring your face, Hinatsuru gazed at you with warm springs of amethyst. “I can’t think of living a life without you in it, Y/N-chan, none of us can.” 
“Absolutely!” “For sure!” 
Who all fell under this blanket of love however? 
“I-I can’t come home. Not with-, not like this.” Anxiety munched away at your already shot nerves, fresh tears welling up in your eyes. “Tengen-!” 
“-is an asshole and we along with all of the Hashira have told him so! Hell, even Tanjiro and the kids gave him a piece of their mind!” Makio huffed, golden brown irises on fire with indignation. 
“Makio!” 
Before Suma and Makio could devolve into a pointless argument, Hinatsuru cleared her throat, effectively silencing the other two kunoichi. The more reserved of the three graced with a smile as warm as the sun, her free hand coming to gently cup the swell of your stomach. “This baby is everything any of us have ever wanted, Y/N-chan. To hear the patter of little feet on the hardwood, to have a little boy or girl with Tengen-sama’s hair and your eyes and smile, to enjoy everything pregnancy has to offer-.” 
“-especially with how big your chest has gotten, and how pretty you’d be! We’ve even roleplayed it when you weren’t in the room!” Suma chimed in, no shame whatsoever on her face as Makio and Hinatsuru turned red as tomatoes from complete and utter embarrassment. 
“Shut it, dumbass!” One of Makio’s fists made brutal contact with the top of Suma’s head, the blue wearing kunoichi breaking out into wails. “We said we’d never talk about that!” 
You too were quick to hide your own embarrassment, a squeak escaping you as you covered your flush face with your hand. Had they really had-, and to you being-?!
Hinatsuru let out a nervous cough, clearly bothered by the revelation of your wives supposed secret kinks. “*Ahem*, that aside, it’s honestly a very welcomed surprise to see you well, in your condition.” 
Hand drifting to rest at your middle thigh, Makio shyly made the most minimal eye contact with you, voice no louder than a mumble. “Look even better than I imagined.” 
Oh Kami, give me strength!
How much thought had they put into this? In all honesty, you wanted to know but you knew that it was not the place nor the time to explore your wives’ well, bedroom fantasies. 
“E-even if you three are okay with this,” You took your bottom lip between your teeth, worrying away. “What about Tengen?”
“Oh fu-!” 
“MAKIO!” 
The fiery kunoichi pulled away with a scoff, crossing her arms over her chest. “You two shouldn’t be defending him! He’s the reason we’re all in this mess anyway!” 
“We’ve all made mistakes, Makio. He’s are just especially stupid.” Hinatsuru glared at your fellow wife, distaste of Makio’s brash words evident. “Tengen-sama is still our husband and our lord; give respect where it is due!” 
“But, does he really deserve it?” 
All eyes fell onto Suma’s solemn face, eyes downcast and bottom lip trembling. “Makio’s right. Y/N-chan only left because of what he said! We’ve had to miss out on the majority of their pregnancy, something we’ve always imagined experiencing together! If he hadn’t said what he said, we would have never gone to the Entertainment District and Tengen-sama would have never been hurt-!” 
“Hurt?” 
An uncomfortable silence filled the room, all three of your wives shutting up tighter than a clam, tears forming in all of their eyes. 
“Te-Tengen’s been hurt? Is he okay?” You pulled away from Hinatsuru, it suddenly became so hard to breathe. “What happened to him?” 
Suma let out a wail and Makio grimaced, unwilling to meet your eyes, Hinatsuru clearly unsure whether to answer your questions or leave you hanging. “He-he was-.” 
“He was what?” 
The need to know ate all your remaining reserves, hands shaking as all of the worst scenarios played out in your head. Had Tengen died? Realization hit you with the force of a well-aimed back hand, knocking you back into rational reality. Your wives followed Tengen everywhere; they served as his eyes and ears, seeing as how Tengen was subpar at stealth, a true testament of how the Sound Hashira had come to reject his upbringing. If your wives were here but Tengen wasn’t, then-! 
Trembling in her spot before your position, Hinatsura finally gained the ability to speak her thoughts into words. “A month ago, Tengen-sama fought Upper Moon Six alongside Tanjiro and his friends.”
Eyes going wide, the knowing dread of what the purple-eyed kunoichi sunk into your chest. Faintly, Tengen’s voice echoed in the back of your mind. 
“Muzan Kibutsuji has twelve loyal demons of great but unflamboyant strength commonly known in the Corps as the Twelve Kizuki. These demons are split into two groups: Upper Moons and Lower Moons.” Tengen gazed at you with brutal honesty in all manners of his body language and voice, arms crossed over his thick chest. “Demon Slayers of all abilities over the centuries have come into contact with these foul creatures, Hashiras specifically. Lower moons have been defeated but with a sacrifice of some degree. Encounters with an Upper Moon are death sentences that no slayer, regardless of whether they are a Kinoe or Hashira, have yet to escape.”  
‘Encounters with an Upper Moon are death sentences to no slayer, regardless of whether they are a Kinoe or Hashira, have yet to escape.’ 
“He’s dead, isn’t he?” You couldn’t stop the words from falling out, so damningly heavy with painful reality. 
“No! Tengen-sama survived! It-its’ just, well-!” Suma objected, twiddling with her fingers, a nervous habit of hers.
“Just spit it out already, idiot!” Makio barked, finally looking you in the eye. “Tengen-sama was badly injured in the fight but luckily for us, Nezuko-chan was there. She flushed the poisons from his system! Sadly, she couldn’t replace his eye or hand-.” 
“We’ve withdrawn from the Demon Slayer Corps. because of the extent of his injuries. We can finally retire and have a family, just like we always talked about.” You trembled at Hinatsuru’s words, arms wrapping around your well-rounded stomach. 
It couldn’t be possible. Tengen had come in contact with an Upper Moon and survived? And he had been so badly hurt that he had been forced to retire? They had always talked about retiring, about all of them settling down and doing the whole civilian thing, of starting the family you had always dreamed about. The one that was already underway. 
“W-where is he?” You searched your wives’ faces for answers. “Does he know you’re here?” 
“No, the last time we spoke with Tengen was three weeks ago. He wanted to continue searching for you while he recovered at the Butterfly Mansion.” Hinatsuru gave a shake of her head, lips drawn in a tight line. 
“He’s been in the dog house since you left. Minimal contact both physical and through writing. It’s been frustrating him to no end.” Makio chimed in, a grimace once again taking root on her lips. “If you’re worried about us telling him, don’t worry. What we do next is up to you.”
“Oh, they know exactly what they’re going to do next!” 
All eyes fell upon Riku-san’s ungiving form in the doorway, a stern glare on her aging face. “Ahmya-san is going to return home with you three and they’re going to put that bastard husband of yours in his place!” 
Miwa-san poked her out from behind the curtain, face red with embarrassment. “MAMA!” 
The five women looked to you, each set of eyes searching for your rebuttal. It was your choice, the ball was in your court. Would you stay here where you knew you were safe and stable, or would you return home where Tengen could simply outright reject you like he had done before? 
You hated making big choices like this. 
After a few moments of heavy silence and even heavier thoughts, you lifted your head. 
“Let’s go home.” 
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so heads up! im popping a LOT of Prime Season 3 posts into the queue--they'll start coming out one week from now, on January 22nd! if you can see this post and haven't watched it yet, here's some tags to block: #prime spoilers, #sonic prime spoilers, #sonic prime s3 spoilers, #sonic prime season 3 spoilers.
got all that? great! here's my final unorganized little rambles about the show:
shoutout to Rusty Rose's Birdie, who only appears in the very first and very last eps for some reason 😭 her speech about it not being her power source came outta nowhere too, but i loved the message behind it
when everyone arrives at the Grim, just before the ep ends, Nine starts breathing heavily and it. instantly reminded me of Movie!Tails when the bar was calling them freaks. fuck. its a nice reminder of where Nine's coming from
speaking of Nine his poses getting more unhinged over time!! hell yeah
i love that the final fight(s) felt like a kid smashing 3 different Lego sets together, real Robot Pirate Island shit
i laughed a little too hard when the Grim's dome started closing in cus Nine's citadel-thing already reminded me of a thing that happened in Fortnite once, but hell naw they had to add The Storm too sdfghj
METAL BIG DESTROYED ME LJKHGFDV im SO glad i wasnt spoiled about it!!! a while in i started finding it creepy instead of funny, which is an added bonus
i was spoiled about the Advance flashback and its clashing sprites though. the utter whiplash of seeing that without warning mightve made me choke on my hot cheeto puffs. someone's already remade it btw, check it out
i fistpumped at the small reprise of "me beauty" gfhjk ill miss you so much Dread
we're four years into the 2020's and Sonic has nearly died an agonizingly slow death 3 times in 3 different continuities! and dare i say it was delicious every time >:)
unless Word of God says otherwise I'm gonna assume that the giant shadow at the end was The Return Of Metal Big lpoihgfds
So... Twitter, huh? My spoiler filters there had some leaks, and I saw some discussion out of context that... actually made me kinda scared to finish the show. But then I did, and had fun with it just like the other two seasons, and I remembered that Twitter gets high-strung about things that don't matter so much, and that giving it sway over how much I enjoy things is silly lol.
Yes, I think the last season could've been paced differently so it wasn't 5 episodes of the same Final Boss Fight. Yes, I think the writing switches jarringly between gearing for a young new audience and for a seasoned old one. Yes, I think the 2D flashbacks look and move worse than what fans constantly make for free. Yes, I think the final episode doesn't do nearly as much housekeeping as it should (does the Shatterverse still exist or not??). Yes, I think declaring the show is canon to the games or whatever they said probably wasn't the best idea. And yes, I think Black Rose should've had a shoulder-parrot!Birdie to match the other Amys. All valid critiques! All sensible things to think when you've been around the Sonic bush!
But I swear to god, people on Twitter act like these things spoil the whole package. Where's the nuance? Why does every opinion there become an absolute worth tearing others down for? Is it the character limit? I bet it's the character limit.
There's so much I love about this show that were infeasible for the Sonic brand just 3-4 years ago. Externalizing the characters' facets to explore them in-depth. Said exploration spanning multiple episodes instead of being one-and-done. The sheer amount of genuine Sonadow food (and I don't actively do shipping, so me adding it here should hold a lot of weight). The snappy, playful, yet blistering fight scenes that, dare I say, feel like a successful TV-budget Spider-Verse. It was all so much fun!
But I guess stuff like Green Hill being the gang's "home" is a big deal-breaker?? Like?? I thought that was silly too, but not worth ratio'ing people with Mickey Mouse Clubhouse over? Get well soon, I guess??
Rambling over, shout-out to the entire country of Canada for giving me the most fun I've had with a Sonic show since X! I'm gonna go figure out how to address all this as The End lol
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Sweetness - Sweet Pea x Fem! Reader
Hello my lovelies! I'm not sure if this fandom is even alive anymore... at least not the Sweet Pea love, but I hope the people who find this story might like it? Just to make sure, Trigger Warning! For anyone who is triggered by the following; Death, illness, gang related activity, injury, guns or knives - Please read this book with caution, there will most likely be mentions of at least one of these in each chapter, but I will give a proper warning for any scenes that detail these events!
Thank you my lovelies (Also, I'm not sure when exactly the series takes place, so be gentle with my dates please!), and enjoy the chapter! Xxx __________________________
July 1999,
Dear diary,
I used to think that Riverdale was the safest place for me, Ricky always had my back, someone I could always trust, someone who loved me and that I adored. And now he's gone.
Ricky was a badass! He was an angel of death and was a big deal in the Serpents, he died protecting his friend! He was so young... He was in the hospital for days, I still think they could have saved him, they chose not to! They saw the snake on his shoulder and chose to give him the bare minimum help!!
Screw this town. Screw the Ghoulies. Screw the Northside. The Southside.
I can't help but feel selfish now. Thinking about myself and what I'm going to do with Peanut. Sure they were a surprise, but they were a welcome one. Ricky was so excited about you, little one. He would have spoiled you rotten.
I know that the Serpents would have taken care of us, F.P is definitely going to be named Godfather now, but they aren't Ricky. And everything in this damn town reminds me of him, of what he was. So I'm leaving. My parents are moving with us out of town, as far away as we can.
I love you so so much Peanut, and I'm hoping one day you'll be a nosy little shit like your dad and find these entries one day, it will be much less painful than telling you his story myself.
Until I meet you, Kathryn (aka mama)
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February 2000
Dear Ricky,
She's here. She's beautiful. Ten fingers and ten toes, I named her (y/n), the name you wanted, it just seemed perfect for her. I'm going to love her and protect her the way you would have. I've written to F.P, letting him know that he has a happy, healthy god-daughter. I wasn't convinced about him being her godfather, but it's a bit difficult to argue with you now, huh?
Don't think I'm going to let her forget how painful it was getting her out of me though! If this kid ever gives me sass, I'm going to tell her they nearly had to cut her out of me so she can zip it!
I wish you could see her, I was so worried when she first arrived, she didn't make a sound. She hasn't cried since. She just sort of scrunches up her face when she wants something, sort of the way you did when I refused your kisses.
I hope she winds up keeping your eye colour, the gorgeous (e/c). Most people who lose someone say they can't bear to look at others that look like their loved ones. But your eyes, were my everything. My slice of heaven. My oasis. She has my nose, I want her to have your eyes.
I love you Ricky,
Kathryn
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December 2015
Dear Diary,
It's been a while huh? Being a parent is a bit of a full time job I guess! But (y/n) is beginning to suspect that I'm hiding something from her, she sees me getting weaker, she can tell I'm going places without her. How am I supposed to tell her that I'm running off to the Oncology department a few times a week...?
I want to tell her, desperately. I hate hiding this from her, she's seen me getting weaker for years, she's been taking care of me, ditching school to make sure I'm okay for fuck's sake! She's my angel, she means everything to me.
I can't hide it from her any longer, I'm going to tell her tonight over dinner.
Wish me luck,
Kathryn
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August 2017
Dear Peanut,
I'm sorry it has to go this way, believe me, if I could have stayed longer I would have, but you wouldn't have wanted that. You need to live your life without having to worry about me, follow your dreams without me holding you back.
I love you so so much (y/n), but I think we both know its time for me. This is the hardest thing I have ever written, and I hope you can forgive me.
With this letter, I have left you a folder, it's just dumb legal bullshit really, but I think there are some things in there that you'll like. I know you found your dad's old recipe books, you and him were so alike my darling.
Hopefully, the stuff in the folder will help you, please don't mourn too long, live your life for me, for your dad.
I love you more than words can say.
Be a good girl (y/n).
Love mama
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Patient Name: Rick (l/n) Age: 24 Status: Deceased Reason for Admittance: Stab wound Cause of Injury: Gang Fight
Treatment: Patient was admitted with a stab between the second and third ribs (left) at approximately two AM. Patient was given steroids and antibiotics to avoid infection. The wound was more severe than originally believed, the left lung had been punctured. Patient was lost in surgery.
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Seeing all the memories that I spent the last month avoiding was harder than I had expected. If I thought it was difficult holding my mother's hand as she fought through the cancer and eventually as she passed away, I wasn't prepared for the feeling of resurfacing memories. Mama's lawyer had handed me a large brown folder, a solemn look on his face, struggling to think of something to say to the girl who was now an orphan.
I left the folder in a draw of my dresser after I'd got home, the house felt so empty without her around. Even when she was weak, my mama lit up the room she was in. She was happy and, as cliche and now untrue as it was to say, full of life. Now the house felt cold and dead. My mama was my best friend, my closest confidante, she hasn't been gone an hour and I was already so lost. The worst part was, when I felt this lost, I spoke to my mother.
I went to my mama's room, followed by our dog. I had found him in the park when I was younger, he was just a puppy, I begged and pleaded with mama to keep him, after a pretty big temper tantrum, she finally gave in. Sonic wasn't a puppy anymore, he was nine years old and huge! Mama liked him eventually, when he began exhibiting guarding behaviour, feeling more comfortable with him as a guard dog, a big Rottweiler cross that looked like her came straight from guarding Hades.
Sitting on her bed as carefully as I could, I thought about how strange it was, that everything still was the same, the day was a beautiful, blue sky, the house still looked the same. I contemplated opening the folder now, but it was too hard to think about. Instead, I curled up in the bed sheets, humming a lullaby my mama used to sing, until I fell asleep.
But now I was reading the files. It was a lot of suppressed pain that had suddenly bubbled its way to the surface. My heart felt like someone had taken a hammer to it, there was a photo album full of pictures of me and mama, even some of her and my dad, when they were in high school. I never knew my dad, now I knew why.
Mama had told me he had died, she had just never told me how. Now I knew, someone in a gang had murdered my father. But the diary entries mama had written, my dad was in a gang as well. He died, for another gang member. F.P Jones.
I'd seen the name in the folder too, he was listed as my legal guardian, my godfather, on my birth certificate. I'm not sure just how much I was interested in hunting this guy down, yes he was the person that my parents trusted enough to be my legal guardian, but he was also the person my father took a knife for...
Anyway, I began enjoying myself, looking through all of the pictures of my parents, I even smiled a few times at the pictures of mama and I. The smile faded into confusion when a few certificates and documents were mixed into the nostalgia. Leafing through the documents, I was shocked to find deeds. Specifically to my inheritance and to the house my parents had bought, before dad died. Mama did say she wanted to move away when he'd passed.
Away from Riverdale... ________________________________
The house was bigger than I had expected, a two story suburban dream house, sure it was a bit worse for wear, the wood panelling had chipped paint, some of the windows were so filthy I couldn't see through them and the porch was most definitely a health hazard, but that just meant I had something to distract myself with.
Unfortunately for the house, it would have to wait for some TLC, I was already on my way a few streets down, Sonic trailing behind me, to a separate building, one that my parents had left me money to be able to purchase. It was small, but I knew as soon as I'd seen it, I loved it. It had been my dream since I was a little girl to run my own bakery. I loved cooking and food as much as my father had seemingly.
Mama was right in her diary, I had found dad's old recipe books when I was five, I used a lot of the recipes to learn how to cook, and even more of them because they were claimed as healthy, I was a kid, I thought that because an adult deemed it good, it would make her better. It didn't, but I remember mama's face when I eventually fessed up about snooping through dad's stuff.
Dad had a lot of baked goods in his books, I even managed to tweak a few of them, but he never got to have a place of his own, I was looking forward to this. I would be dedicating my life to something I wanted to do, but also to my parents, forming a legacy I hoped they would be proud of.
My future bakery looked a lot worse than the house did, that was putting it lightly, the windows were smashed, glass was everywhere, the door was practically falling off its hinges and the bricks looked like they had been whacked with a battering ram! Although, the most confusing part about the building, was the old woman sitting on the bench outside, staring at the 'Sold' sign in the window of the door.
I walked up to the woman, cautiously, clearing my throat to avoid startling her, "Excuse me?" I asked, seeing her turn her head to face me, a small smile on her face.
"Oh, sorry dear," She began, struggling to get to her feet, I hurried to offer her a hand, Sonic herding around her knees. "Thank you, such a lovely girl! Oh, and dog!" I smiled at her, curious as to the people my age around here, she seemed surprised I offered to help her, what were the other teenagers like here?
"What were you doing sitting in the cold, all on your own?" I asked, trying not to sound too suspicious, the old woman sighed, staring up at the dilapidated building once more.
The woman smiled, wistful, "This used to be my husband's business." She told me, "He passed on quite long ago now, but he loved this place." She placed a hand lightly against the bricks, I smiled at the woman.
"I'm sorry for your loss," I replied, seeing her nodding in response, "Actually, I own this building now, I'm about to start working on it," I told her, hoping she wouldn't be upset with me.
To my surprise, she grinned widely, clapping her hands in excitement, "Oh, that's wonderful news! I'll be delighted to see the old place back to its former glory!" She cheered. "I'm Ruthie, but such a sweet soul like you can call me Granny, if you'd like, all the other kids in town do!"
I took her hand for a shake, shocked at how strong her grip was, for an old woman, she sure had some muscles! And that was the start of a very odd relationship between the two of us.
Granny was lovely, for the first few days, she would pop by to give me lunch and some hot chocolate, saying that I needed the sugar and some 'pep in my step', but then one day, she picked up a saw, beginning to saw planks for me to use. She helped a lot with the renovation of the bakery, we even kept the name that her husband had used for it, Ray's. We did modify it slightly, now it was Rays, as in 'Ray of Sunshine', but still remembering her husband, Raymond. ________________________________
With the place up and running, I had to force Granny to take a break, in return, we had to make a deal, she could have as many free bakery goodies she wanted, and she would cover the shifts I couldn't make because of school. I was so excited for this, today was the grand opening! Unlike in movies and TV shows, I didn't make a huge deal out of it, even if I was positively buzzing! I didn't deck the place out with banners and balloons, instead, I just flipped the sign on the door and went back to baking, I was gonna let the open windows bring people in.
I was kind of worried about the area, especially considering I'd left my scary teddy bear at home, Sonic would have just gotten stressed each time the door opened. But apparently the Southside of town had a pretty bad reputation, most of the place was pretty run down compared to the preppy, expensive Northside, and was riddled with gang activity...
It had been a couple of hours and I was getting bored! I let my eyes wander around the walls of Rays, the glossy, white brick walls reflecting the florescent lights. All the industrial ovens, mixers and fridges were pretty high-grade, but they weren't the things I loved the most.
Next to the coffee machine, were two framed pictures, one of my parents, happy in their high school days, the other, a black and white photo of Granny and Ray, happy in their own. I was brought out of my reverie by the timer on the oven, pushing off of the counter to the kitchen, pulling the cupcakes out of the oven, relishing in the sweet smell of freshly baked cake.
I felt my heart swell with excitement when I heard the bell above the door ringing, we finally had customers! Quickly, but carefully, cause it was blisteringly hot, I set down the tray of cupcakes on the metal decorating tables, wiping my hands on my apron.
Walking back around to the main shop, I saw three teenagers, probably around my age, two guys and a girl. The guys were staring at the display case, their eyes practically sparkling, it was rather strange to see. One of the boys was quite tall, leaning on the display case, the other was significantly shorter, pressing his hands to the front of the glass. The girl on the other hand was gazing around the room, smiling, her most outstanding feature was her bright pink hair, all three of them were decked out in leather jackets and flannel.
A relaxed smile made its way onto my face, "Hey you guys, what can I get ya?" I asked cheerfully, a bounce in my step. The guys hardly looked up from the display case, the girl shaking her head at them disapprovingly.
"Hey, never seen this place before," The girl said, nodding at the door. I smiled and nodded understandingly.
"Yeah, we only just opened today! We've spent the last few weeks renovating this place!" I told her, offering her a hand to shake. "I'm (y/n), sort of new to town," I told her.
She took my hand, strong grip, something that most of the people here seemed to have. "Toni, congrats on opening! Sorry about those two, usually they're not this rude... Shorty is Fangs, the giant is Sweet Pea." She said, causing me to giggle.
"It's cool, I remember going to places like this when I was a kid and being starstruck by all the pretty cakes, not to mention the fact that there were way to many options!" I joked, happy when Toni laughed with me.
Seeming to wake up from the glutton induced trance they were in, Sweet Pea and Fangs looked up, only now realising there was a second party in the room.
The shorter guy, Fangs, looked at me in awe, "Did you make all these?" He asked, pointing at the goodies, I nodded in response, proud that they seemed to like the look of them, I only hoped that they liked the taste.
"Sure did! Would you guys like to try something, no charge! I need some guinea pigs!" I said, giving a cheeky smirk. The boys shared an excited look, fully prepared to say yes, when Toni interrupted them.
"You only just opened, we can't just take from your stock, at least let us pay for them!" She protested, I smiled kindly at her, it was very sweet of her to consider the business aspect, it was pretty important, but it wasn't why I started this! I wanted people to enjoy my food!
"No worries! You guys are the first people to come in today, well, ever! It would be good to have some feedback about some stuff, if it really bothers you, then feel free to come back another time and buy something? For now! I'll set up a sample plate!" I told her, not giving her time to argue.
I put together a large plate of lots of different things, cupcakes, cookies, pies, tarts, cakes, pastries and some drinks, bringing them over to one of the tables on the shop floor. I'll be honest, it was rather funny seeing these edgy teens sitting in my pastel bakery, I offered them seats before taking one myself.
Sweet Pea and Fangs were practically giddy, getting their hands smacked by Toni as they tried to grab some of the sugary treats. "Hey! If (y/n) wants feedback, you can't just shovel it into your faces! Have some manners, damn who raised you two?" She muttered.
I chuckled, "It's fine, go ahead, maybe start with the cookies? They should still be warm from the oven!" I told them, pointing at the chocolate chip cookies, a simple classic.
They each took a bit, their eyes widening as they bit into the warm, gooey chocolate. "Oh my god." Fangs muttered, his mouth full.
"These are amazing," Sweet Pea added, taking another bite.
I clapped my hands slightly, "Yay! I'm so happy you guys like them," Toni nodding along, giving me some info that was actually really useful. We let the boys keep trying the goodies as we settled into conversation.
"So why did you and your family move to Riverdale, we're not exactly a tourist destination," Toni joked, gazing out of the window at the run down streets of the Southside, "Your bakery is probably the nicest thing to be in this side of town for decades..."
My face soured into a sad smile, "Um, it's just me actually, my parents have both passed away, but they used to live in Riverdale before I was born, they left me a house in the Southside." I told her quietly, looking down as tears began too well in my eyes, already beginning to flood my face. I let out a choked laugh, "I'm so sorry, I never cry, this is so strange..."
I wiped my face, feeling my cheeks burn, I can't believe one of the rare times I cry and it's in public. Hearing the chairs scrape against the floor, I thought Toni, Sweet Pea and Fangs were saving me the humiliation and leaving me to my tears. Instead, I felt a gentle hand cup my own and sudden large hands resting on my shoulders and knee.
Looking up confused, I saw a soft smile on Toni's lips, as well as Sweet Pea, kneeling beside my chair, his hand on my knee, leading me to believe that it was Fangs' hands on my shoulders.
Sweet Pea, though he wasn't smiling, had a soft look in his eyes, "All of us have lost someone, we get it. You don't have to be strong all the time, we got your back now." He told me, keeping his voice quiet. I looked into his deep brown eyes, wiping my cheeks and smiling at him.
"Thanks, you guys are being so kind to me, you don't even know me," I chuckled.
They laughed with me, "I mean, you gave us free sweets and you don't know us," Toni joked. We once again, fell into relaxed conversation, the guys joining in this time, whilst still snacking on pastries.
Fangs looked over at me, "So, if I can ask... Who were your parents? If they lived here, maybe someone knew them?" He asked, cautiously, probably trying not to set me off again.
"Rick and Kathryn (l/n)." I told them, playing with the straw in my drink, noting how quiet the three had gotten.
Looking up, I saw them all looking at me like they'd seen a ghost, "What?" I asked.
Sharing glances, they seemed to be mentally arguing about who was going to tell me.
"Spit it out, you guys, I thought we were friends now?" I muttered, trying to guilt them into just telling me.
Sweet Pea sighed, "We know your parents, or really, we know of them..." I looked at him confused, gesturing for him to continue.
"Your dad is a Serpent legend! He died saving F.P, he's kind of the boss now. His picture's been in pretty much every Serpent hangout since we before we all joined." He finished.
I smiled at them, clearly not the reaction they were expecting.
"Thank you, for keeping his memory alive, I'd love to meet some of the Serpents that knew him, I only found out what happened to him about a month ago, mama didn't really like talking about it."
Once again, the conversation started up, but, once again, was interrupted. This time, by Sonic, barking outside the bakery, freaking out the Serpents into standing up, "It's okay, he's my dog! Something must have happened, I left him in the house..." I told them, grabbing the keys to the bakery and rushing out to follow Sonic back to the house, Toni, Sweet Pea and Fangs following close behind.
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So I'm going to end the chapter there! I hope you guys enjoyed it! I based a few characters off of my family... My mum and dog for example... Anyway! I love you guys, see you soon, hopefully! Xxx
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Was wondering if you’d be able to write an Eddie Munson one shot/imagine with Hoppers (Gn) kid. :)
A/N - Yes. Definitely. Absolutely. (I am currently binge watching Gravity Falls.)
“Hey, officer! We need to report a crime!” Jason, and two of his friends ran up to you. You knew they were some of the kids from the basketball team, considering when you tried to have a conversation with Lucas, it’s all he would talk about.
“Yeah? What is it?” You didn’t like him, he seemed like a popular douchebag.
“It’s Eddie! He’s dating someone thats as hot as you!” He was grinning, his two friends behind him laughing.
“Haha, you’re so fucking funny. Get out of here before I punch your fucking teeth out.”
“Officer! Relax, we’re just having fun. Did you forget what that is?” He still didn’t know how to fuck off, did he?
“I have more fun writing papers then your girlfriend could ever have riding your dick, cunt. Now screw off.” You walked away, leaving the stunned possum there to be mocked by his friends.
“What they want?” Dustin came up to you, and now walked alongside you.
“What do you think? They almost always mess with me. It started right after-“
“You arrested Jason cause you caught him underage drinking, I know. By the way, Eddie is looking for you, he wants to show you something.” Dusting grabbed you by the forearm and walked you somewhere.
“I’m guessing you know but you’re not going to tell me cause he told you keep it secret?”
“Yep.”
“Wonderful. How’s your mom doin’?”
“She’s fine, she’s nearly always fine unless she can’t find me.”
“Hey! Remember, I have to keep a close eye on everyone and their cats. Especially considering my dad was chief of police. I have a major role to step up too, and it’s not easy when everyone considers you a joke cause you’re barely out of high school.”
“I see where you’re coming from, but I feel like I may be the wrong person to complain to. Nancy would understand better than anyone.”
“Yeah, I know. I’m just frustrated is all. How’s hellfire doin’?”
“It’s going great. Mine and Mike’s costume shirts are almost done. Thanks for telling us about the club, we might’ve found out too late otherwise.”
“Nah, Eddie would’ve let you join, he likes you both. That and I would have convinced him to if he had told you no.”
“Yeah, cause we’re your favourite teenagers and you love us.”
“Keep telling yourself that, Henderson.” You watched in amusement as he turned to you, mouth agape and brows furrowed, looking insulted.
You chuckled, it was easy to annoy the kid. He was loveable, but slightly gullible.
"Well, are you at least telling me where we're going? You've dragged me nearly across the school."
"Parking lot."
"How many bullies you got so far?"
"I don't know, at least 12 though."
"R.I.P."
"Whatever, we're here. Eddie!" Dustin stopped you at Eddies old van. The side door opened and Eddie stepped out.
"Hello Love." He pulled your hand up, and kissed your knuckles. "I hope my friend treated with respect."
"I've known him way longer then you have Munson. Second, he treats me with respect cause he knows ill beat his ass."
"They'vedone it before."
"I hit you once."
"I still threw up."
"Hey, treat my guy/gal with respect!!"
"Sorry."
"Yeah, anyway, look here." Eddie pulled you towards the van, the door he existed still open.
When you peered inside, it was a mini cuddle space. Blankets, pillows, and two containers with music and candy. Fairy lights were hung around the posters that were on the vans walls.
"Holy shit! This is epic! Did you do this today?"
“Yeah, I skipped my last two periods to work on it beanie.”
“What have I said about skipping school? You can get in trouble for that shit. And don’t act like you don’t fucking know.”
"I'm sorry, Y/N, but I really wanted it to be special for you." He cupped your face with both his hands, smiling down at you softly.
"It is, but don't skip class for me, Dork. I thought 86' was your year?"
"It is baby, I promise. Just thought I should surprise you is all, you deserve to be spoiled.”
“That sounds sweet and cheesy. Let’s go!”
You climbed into the back of his van and sat down on the blankets. Eddie grinned and closed the door, walking around and jumping into the drivers seat.
“Where are we off to?”
“A cliff of sorts, I wanna stare gaze and snuggle up with you in the blankets.”
He chuckled. “Can do babe, but it won’t be dark for a few more hours. Wanna do anything in between then?”
“Ice cream?”
<3.
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I'm piggybacking a bit off of the last ask of asking for writing tips but I have an odd question... Am I the only person that struggles actually PICKING a book? It's the absolute bane of my existence because I feel like I can be so picky... Don't get me wrong, I love being a bookworm, and I'm trying to get back into reading physical books but it's so difficult to find a real taste of what the book is like without being completely spoiled or something... I miss when backs of books had an actual summary and not just NO.1 NEW YORK BESTSELLER!!!! It's so frustrating... I've been trying to get back into it by re-reading fond chapter childhood books read to me (The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane & A Wrinkle In Time). But at the same time I'm also trying to get into more "adult" books that isn't... Well, you try googling "adult books" and see how that goes, I didn't think too hard about what a poor decision THAT was. But I'm working up the courage to read Cat's Cradle right now to start with "Classic Authors" I guess!
Anyway I'm rambling here, I guess my question is... How do you pick out the books you read? I don't really have friends that read many books to recommend to me :')
Thank you in advance, Bog! I hope you get a callback from that interview soon!
no ok actually you've mentioned something that's been bothering me for a while - What The Hell Do Y'all Mea, Books Don't Have Summaries Anymore???? i have not once in my life found a book that didn't have a summary. i was in barnes & noble recently and everything i looked at had a summary. i have literally never seen a book without one in my life of reading & looking at new books on a regular basis
softcovers have theirs on the back. hardcovers are on the inside of the sleeve - lift the cover and it should be printed right there on the inside flap! summaries aren't legally required but both the author and Especially the publisher(s) know that no one's gonna buy a book without a summary. trust me, all books worth reading have a summary. if a book doesn't have one, it's probably not worth your time anyway. you just gotta know where to look!
so my answer to how i choose books... i read the summary lmao. if it seems interesting, ill either write it down to get later or ill get it there and then.
Before the summary though, i look for any titles that jump out at me from the shelf. then i look at the thickness. i like a bit of meat in my literature, so i tend to shy away from thinner books. thicker ones grab my attention more easily. then i look at the cover - if it interests me, then ill read the summary. i don't have specific tastes in title or cover. as long as it makes my brain "hm" thoughtfully, ill take a gander!
and really, if you have access to a bookstore (chain or not, ive found plenty of bangers in tiny used bookshops) or library, the best way to find a book is to physically browse. even if you dont buy anything, you can take pictures of books / write them down to buy online. but going to the store lets you search them out, examine the length, cover, title, summary - and easily put it back on the shelf or keep it. i hate shopping online bc there's ads, you can't examine the product, nothing really stands out since it's all portrayed similarly, there's limited pictures instead of the physical thing, and photos can lie.
plus, everything is (typically) meticulously sorted by genre & age range. when you go into a section with literature aimed at adults, you'll find exactly that instead of smut novels lmao. real life bookstores can be more accurate than online searches. & there's just something so good about walking through shelves, searching for that one book before you know it exists, smelling the paper... yeah...
#like for example i recently bought priory of the orange tree#ive been wanting it for a while and havent read it yet since im finishing something else#BUT! i remember when i first saw it#nothing had gotten my attention for a while#but then i saw the thickest fucking book ive seen in ages - which was automatically very sexy of it#and then the title was unique - priory of the orange tree??? whoah! what the fuck does that mean!!!#so automatically there was the interest of neat title + a new word that i get to learn + the implications of the word now that i understand#and then i picked the book up and it was deliciously heavy - & there was a Dragon on the cover. which. YES PLEASE#then the summary was fascinating!! the book was immediately seared into my brain! im very excited to read it#so thats a highly successful example of my book choosing Process#it checked all of my boxes so it was a win#most books dont check all of my boxes but as long as it hits most of them im down to clown yk yk#but yeah im picky too so! nothing wrong with being picky or having high standards!#rambles from the bog#my shelves are fuckin Full of books ranging from 'it was ok' to 'I WILL RECOMMEND THIS TO ALL WHO WILL LISTEN'#and then i have a drawer filled with books that i just could not care less about / dont like#but dont have the heart to throw away bc. well putting a book in the trash kills a part of my soul#i need to donate them...#but yes! i hope that helps!#and Thank You! i hope i get a callback as well...
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what do you like getting asks about? do you like getting asks about star wars? I'm very little of the way through the mandalorian (so holding off on reading your fic) but just interested to know what intrigues you abuot mando, (and bo katan/their ship i guess), as i feel like i just met him
uhh, I used to get asks on all sorts of things (usually about Ancient Egypt because people were curious). I don't mind asks on most things, but sometimes people should be wary of what they're asking because I've have some parasocial/intrusive stuff before and that's been ooof.
As for Mando? I liked how it feels more like the OT films. There's a little bit more focus on practical effects and world building, and this in turn allows for more character exploration and depth. You slowly understand who he is and why he does what he does, and how he'll break that for certain reasons. All that reflects the growth in a character who is very shut off from his emotions, for good reason, but you see him start to move from that. You see Mando the bounty hunter, is actually a softer man beneath all that beskar. He's flawed, and he's got a lot of baggage. The same goes for Bo-Katan. Her history makes up a lot of who she is, and since they're both mandalorians they're ways differ and that's an interesting dynamic. Once you hit S3, and I'll not spoil it with details, but there's a shift in their dynamic. The whole season deals with the themes of loss of faith in the self, and renewal of faith/purpose to achieve a common goal. They feed into each other's growth, supporting each other in ways I don't think they're necessarily aware they did, and it's what allows events to happen. I think a lot of people *coughredditcough* missed that point because it's a more subtle relationship dynamic (and not romantic...yet...) instead of a big showy set piece. It's a slow growth and change of 'changing for the better by knowing this person and having their support' and I liked that. I also liked the fact that we got a female character who can be vulnerable and a badass who wasn't immediately killed off (my god in the SW a woman not being killed off? shocking!). They may or may not get together in the show. I don't base my enjoyment of the show on if Din/Bo (or dinbo or bodin or w/e people are calling it) happens or not but I'd sure like it to. I think they'd be interesting together.
I also recognise the parenting woes of baby yoda/grogu because I too have dealt with a toddler/5-6 year old and they're very similar (I have a niece that age and they pull the same stunts). Snack driven and getting into mischief!
Mum, who the fic is for, was the one who took me (aged 8) in 1997 to see the OT films re-released for the 20th anniversary. She went on for days before we saw the film about the big spaceship imperial star destroyer that comes into view from the corner of the screen in ANH. Said it was amazing. And to little me it really was. I've loved SW ever since. She wanted to watch Mando when it first came out but she didn't have Disney+ and there were so many hospital visits she just didn't get chance. I watched it without her and told her it was good. Earlier this year, when they stopped treatment and moved to end of life care, she didn't sleep much and she got access to D+ and started watching it. We watched most of S1 & S3 together, S2 she watched in the early hours of the morning and I'd wake to texts from her asking me to clarify some things 😂 We'd then get together and talk about it, and she'd share things she liked and what she'd like to see. Of course, she won't get to see these things, so I'd started writing a fic for fun (and she encouraged me since she always thought I had a way with words) and then when she said 'I'll never see S4' I changed what I was doing and wrote her a fic full of things she'd like/things we'd talked about. She's too ill to read it now, but it's for her anyway. And anyone sat here like 'you wrote an E rated fic for your mum?' yeah, she was the one who introduced me to bodice rippers, she's got no qualms about this!
So yeah, that's why Mando and SW are enjoyable and mean a lot to me :)
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okay ill bite (/affectionate) whats the arcana about !!
!!! YES <- hook up a generator to him he is stimming- ok so I have answered this in another ask BUT I'll go into detail in this one theres the spoiler free one, this one will be 100% spoiler
OK so.... oh my god where do I even start. there's so much I do not expect you to read this LMAO but thank you for the opportunity to talk about this
ok so it's a visual novel. and you can play six different versions of the same story (volume 1 being Asra, Nadia, and Julian, with volume 2 being Muriel, Portia, and Lucio) and honestly, volume 1 is the strongest imo THATS NOT TO SAY VOLUME 2 ISNT GOOD I just love volume 1 because it's GENUINELY just the same exact story from different perspectives whereas volume 2 takes creative liberties (especially Portias route which is sad because I love Portia as a character but her route is so disconnected from the others that I don't like it that much) ANYWAY ANYWAY enough opinions let's get into the lore (actually while I'm on the topic, based on the plot of each route? honestly the best way to play would be Nadia->Julian->Asra->Muriel->Lucio <- Portia's story is disconnected from the rest so it doesn't fit into this? (which makes sense considering she hasn't been in town as long as the others so she isn't involved in their stuff) but you kind of do need to play Julian's route beforehand if for no other reason than to get a feel for Mazelinka's character and Portia's backstory)
as far as lore. I guess I will start at the beginning, Montag Morgasson (better known as Count Lucio now) is part of a tribe known as the Scourge of the South, and his mom was the leader so he was kind of entitled, he felt like he would have power handed to him when he turned 18 but that didn't happen! his mom just cut him off. so Lucio gets mad and tries to bargain with the wyrm Vlagnagog, only to mistakenly summon demon Vlastomil as Vlagnagog has been shriveled up for a while now from not getting any sacrifices. anyway Vlastomil promises to help Lucio weaken his parents via Pestilence in exchange for their hearts. Lucios dad is bedridden and Lucio kills him, but he cannot kill Morga as she's not so easily defeated. she decides to spoil him one last time by letting him free in combat, as she cannot bear to kill her own son
AND SIDE NOTE I absolutely love seeing the naming convention of The Scourge of the South like Morga gave birth to Lucio so he is Lucio Morgasson (Morga's Son) and Morga also occasionally introduces herself as Morga Eirsdottir, assuming one of her parents was Eirs, probably her mother
ANYWAY because the deal is not fulfilled, red beetles start following Lucio around (he has a complicated relationship with beetles but I won't get into that rn) and with them, the red plague. Lucio starts doing mercenary work so all over the world this plague is happening, but Lucio doesn't seem to realize it's his fault, the beetles are following him. he just keeps making deals and not fulfilling them because he doesn't understand, when you don't uphold your end of a magical bargain, it has a way of punishing you. this will come back to bite him later and he develops a huge fear of death when he realizes he'll never be able to pay off his debt, later leading him to bargain with The Devil, but we're not there yet
where were we! Mercenary work! ok so at some point Julian left Nevivon for Prakra to study under Nazali, and he ends up on the battlefield with Lucio, as a doctor. he amputates Lucios arm. during this battle, the count of Vesuvia who he's fighting for sees this sacrifice and resolves to make him the new count iirc. so that's how he rose to power (I'll go into other character backstories here in a minute)
Lucio throws a bunch of parties and bullies local homeless kids as count, two of those being Muriel and Asra. I'll explain their deal once I'm done explaining Lucio bc he truly is the central character here, he's where all the conflict comes from. just keep that in mind
he also marries Nadia, trapping her in a hopeless marriage while he has endless affairs with the other nobles. but she doesn't care bc she doesn't even wanna be married in the first place. she's just being treated as eye candy like she has her whole life and she's resigned to her fate (SAD)
so because he's staying in the same place. he catches the Red Plague. and he tries to do this whole ritual (it's really long to explain) to get a new body, but BOOM Asra sabatoged it! he put pomegranate juice in instead of Lucios blood so the ritual would fail (the ritual was to fuse Lucio with the Devil) but now he's just stuck as this ghost goat in between dimensions
the game starts three years after this takes place, and it is your job to solve the "murder" and I think that brings me to Julian because he's a pretty important piece there
so Julian, big brother of Portia, was born to a rich family, the Devoraks, but one day the ship crashed, killing his parents, and leaving salt seals to save he and Portia's life. later, pirate Mazelinka found them and took them to Nevivon to be raised by the grandmas, a loving community of elderly salt miners and here they spent their childhood. Julian was taught how to read and write by Mazelinka's girlfriend Lilinka, and Portia felt left out. she felt left out in a lot of ways, like this and then, she wasn't even old enough to remember their parents. she's just always felt left out. anyway adding salt to the wound Julian goes off to study medicine in Prakra, leaving Portia behind once again
Julian was also working during the Red Plague, under the palace head doctor Valdemar (ooooooh don't even get me started on the courtiers or ill never shut up) he was trying to find a cure, when his Apprentice succumbed to the illness. then he also caught it, and because of his near death experience, he was visited by the Hanged Man, who revealed to him the cure to the plague was to kill Lucio. so Julian escaped the dungeon where he had been locked in to focus on his cure, and he tried to kill Lucio, but by the time he got there the room was on fire. him being there, though, gave courtiers a reason to pin the blame on him later and the ritual made everyone lose their memories so he couldn't even dispute it
OK and then Asra's parents made Lucio a metal arm when he lost his, and he locked them up for it, leaving Asra homeless. here he met Muriel, who was also homeless due to his parents giving him away to save him from a raid by the Scourge of the South. their whole childhood they lived on the docks with Lucio harassing them. now, what they didn't know was that Asras parents? they made a deal with the Devil. Lucio physically could not hurt Asra. however, Lucio would threaten Muriel to do things by claiming he would hurt Asra if he did not comply. Lucio told Asra the same thing but for Muriel, using their love for each other to control them. Muriel def got the worst of this imo, he was forced to kill people and rabid animals in gladiator battle with the stage name being the name of the tribe who killed his whole family. Asra merely had to help Lucio with magical things. Muriel kept all this a secret from Asra bc he didn't want him to feel bad
God there is so much more and thats not even scratching the surface but my fingers hurt so bad from typing so I'll have to stop 😭 thank you this was fun
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mightyfloofy · 2 months
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Talking a little on the recent mangas I've started reading this week😗✨📚(two of them are new to me, for the others, I've picked up on the manga after finishing their current anime seasons) 💚THERE MIGHT BE SPOILERS💚
1) Tomodachi Game:
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So i think I've only read up to around 12 chapters or so and it's so good????
The roller-coaster of emotions it's making me have though- like i started loving Tenji with my whole heart and soul then he...disappointed me. Then he earned my trust again- a whole twist.
Yuuichi is a pretty good MC so far. Bro is a cutie.
Sawaragi pisses me off a little. Idk how to explain it though.
Yuutori my girl 💜
Shibe um... 💀💀💀 Yeah. And no i don't dislike him for what he tried to do in chapter 2 or so. I just... He's too dumb.
Also the art?????? Muah
I watched some scenes of the anime in the beginning after i read a couple of chapters and it's...disappointing. Even the animation is wonky.
But just- the art style has me in luvvvv
Manabu-kun keeps on gaslighting, gatekeeping and girlbossing every chapter.
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Also, I'm praying for my boy Yuuichi's sanity. At first i was like "Sawaragi, i get hes cute but WHAT do u see in him??" and i see now. My girl has some amazing taste, at least for that.
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2) Mairimashita! Iruma-kun
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I've only read 4 chapters but this shit has me ROLLINGGGG
It's so funny pls
The art is also pretty good too. I'm not really a fan of Slice of Life, but this one hits.
Also, pretty boi alert:
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My favorite character so far is this guy though:
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He's so babygirl ✨✨✨✨
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3) Demon Slayer
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So I started reading it right after the events of season 3, of course.
Giyuu's backstory lowkey hit home-
He needs a hug. I won't say more.
Tanjiro is precious, as always, just like Nezukooo (a loud 'Nezuko-chan' came in my and after i typed that)
Oh yeah, Zenitsu:
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Me to Shinobu, "Doctor, hes out again"
Nah because he didn't have to chomp Tanjiro's sky wide forehead like that???? 😭😭😭
So i have two volumes of Demon Slayer at home and i gotta say, the art improved and it's nice to have seen it grow. I know it's like this for most mangakas, but here i didnt see a whole art style change or whatever but something becoming finer while keeping that style very present.
The story is at its peak right now, i reached up to the point where Muzan decided to heehee himself in the no-no place for him. (idk how to say this without spoiling)
I'm luving it so far
Also, my husband:
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I miss his gorgeous face LAWDDDDD HAVE MERCYYY
Though i already loved him before seeing his face.
I've finally memorised the master's name: Ubuyashiki
It's an achievement.
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4) Blue Lock
Ok i can't add pics anymore but I'm confident most people know what it is without having watched it.
I wanted to share some nice Rin pics but guess it'll be for another time. (yall will be missing out on my man)
So, i picked up from where the first season stops and-
I miss Kunigami. A lot. He was one of my favs 😭😪
Shidou is special (him telling Isagi he'd love to see him explode again got me praying for him fr)
The story has taken a nice turn with the U-20 team rushing things up. I love it but i want to see Sae play already so I'm being an impatient little bug.
The art is MUAH as always. I love the lines added for light shading, ill probably inspire myself off it for future drawings.
Hiori needs to be friends with Chigiri so they can talk about hair products (Hiori is like a short-haired Chigiri with cyan hair. My boy has naturally long lashes (Rin's remain better 💅)
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That's all, folks!
I hope to read even more in the upcoming days and hopefully I'll get to talk about them like i just did above.
Expect headcanons from each of these mangas 💜💜💜
And you can even send me recommendations 😙✨
It's midnight where I am like damn-
Bye byeeeee
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cyanide-latte · 16 days
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TWST fic: they meet
Summary: (this one pretty much is what it says on the tin)
Word count: 1,165 words
Warnings: references to spiked drinks and ableism
Cleaned it up a tiny bit for posting. @inmateofthemind 's headcanon co-ed mage school (Corlux) is referenced here. Also featuring Kallisto's maiden name! I have so many feels about Chrysanthos's parents I need to just write the two of them together as much as possible, this is just the first one, and no, I am not apologizing, you can't make me.
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“Don't drink that.”
“Huh?”
The stranger didn't offer any further explanation until they'd made it out to the terrace, and even then she didn't say a word until she'd plucked the glass from Ilias’s hand and tossed the entire thing over the railing and into the hedges down below. Ilias stared down, openmouthed and flabbergasted for perhaps the first time in his adult life, as she spoke again.
“Sorry if I made a scene or put you on the spot back there,” she began.
“You just—” he stammered, his voice very, very small and full of shock and awe. “That was crystal— a Jupiter family g— and you— threw—”
“If they want to get their chitons in a twist over one little glass, let them,” she said, letting out a small huff and adjusting the large glasses on her face. “They don't scare me. Besides, I didn't see any of them trying to call out Adonias for harassing you, or his buddies for spiking your drink when he did. And my jaw would've hit the floor if any of them actually stepped in to stop you from drinking it.”
A chill raced up his spine, a chill that quickly morphed into an icy anger. So that was it. He should have suspected that there was more to the mocking and harassment than simply trying to make him lose face in front of literally everyone. Inhaling deeply, Ilias breathed out, trying to release some of the immediate tension and regain his usual cool composure. Well, Adonias had lost on both fronts today, and while they were small victories, they were still victories.
He turned to regard his strange savior, who was also turning to look him over.
“To whom do I owe my thanks?” he asked, the words tumbling out of his mouth fast before he could worry about seeming rude.
The woman jolted, her eyes going huge behind the glasses and her face turning a bit pink.
“I- I'm Kallisto. Kallisto Euphemia,” she answered, all the rock-solid confidence from a moment before now gone from her voice. “And, I'm guessing you are…” She trailed off, abruptly looking down at her shoes.
“Adonias thinks he's funny, using the same nickname he teased me with in middle school,” Ilias muttered. “I appreciate you not laughing.”
“A-anyone who thinks calling someone else ‘mentally ill-ias’ is funny,” she said, her voice just a touch steadier this time, “can sit on a cactus.” Clearing her throat, she asked, “Your name is Ilias?”
“Of the Shroud family,” he confirmed tiredly, resting his elbows on the balustrade. “The guests none of the ‘great’ families want at their parties. I'm sure you saw my brothers inside at some point.”
Kallisto walked a little closer, linking her hands in front of her in a demure way that appeared very practiced. “You think nobody wants you at their parties? Why?”
He let out a soft snort. “That's just a fact of life for us,” he said, without animosity or condescension. “The twelve great houses and all the lesser houses never are happy about needing to invite the Shroud family to anything, even the strictly necessary stuff. It's always been that way, and that's not counting if the Jupiter family gets a patriarch who finds it more convenient to just forget to invite us.”
Kallisto let out a grumpy hum of consideration.
“Anyway, thanks for the save. I owe you one. Sorry for spoiling the fun.”
“Y-you didn't spoil—”
Ilias turned and looked at her, smiling ruefully, and her mouth shut with a click. He nodded, having expected as much. “Yeah, I did, I know,” he said, sighing and standing up straight again as he looked at her. Neither notably short or tall, with hair the color of dishwater up in a messy bun, dark blue eyes and deeply tan skin. The glasses and her nondescript, unflattering clothes made it difficult to tell at first, but she seemed to have a round face that balanced out a full mouth and somewhat chubby figure. She stood very poised and rigid—maybe she was a Corlux alumnus?—and looked like she was trying very hard to embody plainness enough to blend in with whatever wallpaper she stood near.
Something about it felt forced or false, or both.
Ilias slid his hands into his pockets and turned to walk away. It was the safer bet.
Still, he couldn't act like a total asshole.
“Have fun at the party or whatever,” he said over his shoulder.
“Wait, you're leaving?!”
She sounded genuinely shocked.
“Yeah, this scene blows,” he answered. No point in not being honest. “Not worth my time. Besides, my brothers will find me later, so it's no big deal if the middle child goes AWOL for a while.”
He continued towards the stairs that led down from the terrace, ready to make a fast escape, but apparently Kallisto wasn't easily deterred.
“Wait a sec!”
He paused and looked back over his shoulder. What was up with her anyway? If she truly was anything like how she tried to appear, then this stupid party wasn't something she gelled with either.
“What?” he asked, withholding a sense of irritation.
“Do you—” she started, then stopped, incoherent noises coming out of her mouth and growing increasingly higher in pitch until, haltingly, she managed to speak. “Would you- like to, er- go? Get a be-v’rage? At a place??”
Ilias blinked rapidly, baffled. “Huh?”
Kallisto helplessly pointed at herself, him, the hedges where she'd tossed his glass, back to him, and then between him and herself, her face going redder and redder by the second.
“I-I-I uh, I um. I owe you? A drink?” she finally said.
He blinked again, slower this time.
He had…
No clue what to make of this woman.
Still, she was being a hell of a lot nicer to him than anyone from any of the other houses had ever been. Euphemia…the name tickled at the back of his mind but he couldn't place what family that was or where they ranked among the others.
He looked her over again, and maintained in his own mind that the image she was presenting was almost totally at odds with whatever she was trying to hide. And yet, he felt a small spark of intrigue. Besides, crafted mousy appearance and all, she was—he had to admit it—cute.
“Yeah, okay,” he answered at last. “Sure.”
A look of utterly stunned surprise came over her. “Uh?”
“Let's go,” he said. “Get a beverage at a place.”
He turned back and started down the stairs, hearing her follow a moment later.
“You're buying,” he added, feeling like she probably needed a reminder. Whatever confusion he'd dealt her probably had temporarily fried her brain.
“If I do,” she said carefully, “will you answer some questions for me?”
He shrugged. “Depends on the questions, I guess.” After a beat, he added, “Might also depend on the drink.”
“I'll- I'll be s-sure to er, indulge you, then.”
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How about 4,5,8,13,14,15,16,17,18,19 and 20 for Akashi and 8, 11, and 15 for Momoi
Aww you spoil me(≧◡≦)
This is going to be a very very long post so Ill continue under the cut
AKASHI
4.If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?
Ok Ive been thinking about this for a while now but The disastrous life of Saiki K. Here me out
Saiki would take one look at Akashi and be like hell no. Appears to be perfect like teruhashi?No Has another person inside their head?Double No Wears his school jacket like a cape?Triple No
Akashi would be way to extraordinary for Saiki and hes friends with Kokomi. I also think it would be really funny if Saiki used telapathy and heard Bokushi and Oreshi conversing in his head. He would be flabbergasted imo
I also want to see the showdown between Kokomi "gods favourite" Teruhashi and Akashi "I am absolute" seijuro. Akashi would definitely be the perfect pretty boy of the school. He would have a version of the Kokomins as well lmao.
People(aka Nendo) would mistake Akashi for Saiki and Saiki would be pissed lmfao.
Ok Im invested now, Ill continue talking about this AU in another post.
5.What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?
Literally every MARINA song. But If I had to pick Id say "Oh no!"
This line from the song Things to do resonates too though.
"You are just a boy, you are no man and nobody you know will understand"
8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?
I already made a post compiling everything I hated about fanon akashi but Ill say it again.
People make him out to be some psycho who is obsessed with kuroko and hates everybody else. They give him no other personality other than scissors, tetsuya and being absolute as if he isnt so so much more than that.
Oreshi doesnt even exist in the heads of people who do this. But it has gotten much better over the years and most of the fandom has finally gotten a good grasp of hos character so thats nice.
13. What's an emoji, an emoticon and/or any symbol that reminds you of this character or you think the character would use a lot?
This came at the perfect time cause Im actually working on a GoM as emoticons thingy(maybe a few other characters) so I might as well share my akashi emoticons. You can guess who is who.
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∠🏀(●‿●)➃ ∠🏀(●_◉)➃
(They are supposed to be holding the basketball under their arms but its doesnt look like that but I spend 30 minutes on each of them so it doesnt even matter)(maybe I should have added a tea cup)(eh)
14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.
Either Dark Academia or Light Academia he fits both tbh. But I think he looks good in dark colors so dark academia.
15. What's your favorite ship for this character? (Doesn't matter if it's canon or not.)
I have a lot of akashi ships(by that I mean a lot) I have to go with MayuAka, NijiAka, MibuAka, and MidoAka(I cant pick one Im sorry it fluctuates)
16. What's your least favorite ship for this character?
AkaFuri tbh I see them more as best friends(Furi giving Akashi a taste of normalacy)
17. What's a ship for this character you don't hate but it's not your favorite that you're fine with?
Romantic AkaKuro. I just feel like their relationship is so much more than romance. You cant describe their relationship with the word romance. I see them more as queer platonic partners.
18. How about a relationship they have in canon with another character that you admire?
Again cant decide between Nijimura, Mayuzumi and Mibuchi so Ill explain my thoughts on all.
Nijimura was one of the only people who treated akashi as what he truly was, a child. He took him out for snacks, guided him actually cared for him you know all the reasons why niji is the best senpai. And Akashi really did look up to him and enjoyed being vice captain under him.
Reo is another person who treats Akashi(both of them) with so much kindness and love. Even If Mibuchi didnt(probably) like akashi romantically he would still care about him just as much. Like Akashi is his baby he loves him so much. And Akashi loves Reo just as much which is obvious given how he comforted him for the foul during the RakuSei match.
MayuAka is defo one of my favorite duos in series. They are the canon light and shadow duo for Rakuzan. Mayuzumi brings the much needed normalacy in Akashi's life like lending him his light novels(on multiple occasions might I add). But he also encouraged Akashi(in his own sarcastic way) even if he wasnt obligated to for how akashi treated him during the match. He forgives Akashi when he apologizes even though he could have rejected it. And Akashi likes Mayuzumi too. He frequently invites him to matches and outings(more like doesnt give him a chance to say no)(this was in cross colors btw) and quite literally tricked him into spending time with the other shadows(takao and kuroko). I think their relationship is very unexplored in the bigger sections of the fandom. Ok this got way too long Im sorry.
19. How about a relationship they have in canon that you don't like?
His relationship with his father leaves a lot to be desired. Now I dont think that masaomi is a bad person per say but he is a horrible father with or without meaning to. He blatantly neglets Akashi during his childhood and in his teenage years. He doesnt allow Akashi to mourn the death of his mother and only pushes him further. Akashi is forced to live up to his unreal expectations his entire life.
Now I dont think he doesnt love Akashi, I think that Masaomi is a man who loved his late wife but does not know how to give his son the love he needs and deserves partly because it was also how he was raised. Their relationship is overall pretty toxic and I can only hope that they talk through their issues when Akashi is older.
20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?
Honestly? Either Momoi or Takao.
Momoi is an insanely intelligent girl and If this wasnt already said this enough they would overthrow the world. AkaMomo friendship wasnt shown in the show because they knew it would be too powerful.
Takao is a positive and funny person. He is optimistic and one of his greatest strenghts is being able to make any situation funny. I know this has been mentioned before but both Takao and Akashi want to improve on something the other has(being a point guard for takao and being approachable and funny for akashi)
I think they would bring out the best in eachother. They would also make Midorima's life miserable which is a bonus.
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MOMOI
8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?
There's nothing in the fandom that I particularly hate other than the people who hate her tbh. In all the fics Ive read she is pretty badass and cool.
But her haters istg. They either hate her cause they find her love for kuroko annoying or because she gets in the way of their gay ships or whatever(I absolutely despise when female characters are hated because they " get in the way of m/m ship")
They also dislike her because she body shamed riko but tbh her calling riko's boobs small is 100 times better than aomine kneeing his teammate in the gut dont you think🤨🤨
11. Would you date this character?
One word. Yes.
Momoi is such a sweet person overall, she is so nice and caring and kind. Yes her cooking sucks but I can cook well enough for the both of us. I know for a fact she would be a super affectionate girlfriend. Id be getting cuddles 24/7.
15. What's your favorite ship for this character? (Doesn't matter if it's canon or not.)
AoMomo no competition. The childhood best friends to lovers. Momoi literally being Aomine's ideal girl, Momoi not realising that she likes Aomine because she liked kuroko. Aomine always protecting her no matter what. The two of them being throught thick and thin with eachother.
I just love their relatioship whether or not it is platonic or romantic.
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