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heyhihellosworld · 5 months

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Lando Norris x reader

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: Smut

Notes: This was really fun to write but something completely different from what I usually do and probs not as rough as the request maybe sounded but hope it's fine! Thank you for the request! Also I have cero knowledge about frat-life or anything like it but I tried! I literally had to google the term frat :) I'm on a Lando stint rn apparently, third fic in a row so I hope you all like Lando :D

Request: Could you do super cocky frat Lando? Y/N dosen't like him cuz of his attiude. But after lots & lots of flirting, she starts giving in to his charms (and hotness). He's a bit narcissistic, so when he knows she's in the palm of his hand, he has her undress him, asking her how much she likes his muscles, and then he has her get on her knees and kiss him through his underwear, and then he pushes his c*ock down her throat until she has tears in her eyes, and he's smirking and boasting non-stop. Ahhh!

The first time you laid eyes on him was in art class.

He had been sitting up front, dangling his feet in the air whilst playing with his pen on the tree-desk. Something you found so incredibly annoying as the thumping sound never seemed to stop.

His face held a cocky little smirk and despite his obvious good looks which you couldn't deny you disliked him from first sight.

His brown curls dripped into his eyes and his well shaped face eased into a grin as he talked with his friend. Fuck he was pretty.

As time went you saw him more and more often. It was like everywhere you were, he was. You learned his name was Lando, the same age as you and you also learned that your gut feeling had been completely right. Because Lando was not for the weak, he was cocky, bratty, straight forward and thought he was a celebrity along the halls. Arrogant was what he was.

For some reason though he had set his sights on you, why? You had no idea but at every party, every break, every art class, he was there. Trying to flirt his ways into your bed. Maybe it was just the fact that you weren't falling for your knees for him, maybe it was the need to get what he wanted or it was just pure arrogance, but he never gave up.

He was used to getting who he wanted and you couldn't judge, you guessed he was pretty attractive and also pretty charming when he tried but still. He was Lando, the arrogant, cocky guy who was known for sleeping around and getting his way. It was not qualities you were looking for in a man, not even one to only sleep with.

Lando was persistent though, you had to give him that and regardless of how much you hated to admit it he got under your skin. His sweet words of praise, compliments and small not so innocent touches made your heart stutter and heat crawling up your skin.

For every day that went the more you realized how fucking good he looked. His eyes and face so innocent in a way but still so not in other ways.

His body, fuck his body was perfect. Eyes not able to ignore the way his arms flexed or the times he was wearing that stupid t-shirt that made his abs show through the thin fabric. You hated him on those days.

This was one of those days and as every other day so far Lando threw himself down in the seat next to you. Eyes raking your tired outfit for the day.

"How are you beutiful"

"Hello Lando, I'm good thank you" you answered casually. It was weird how this had almost started to become like a routine now, you got used to his company.

"No how are you? Pft Y/n! I thought you were raised well!" Lando spoke teasingly, fingers softly tickling your waist as your eyes rolled. "My deepest apologies Lando, how are you my prince?" "Ohoo here we go, that's better. I'm good thank you very much my princess"

Your eyes rolled again but you couldn't help the heat you felt spreading up your face as a giggle left your lips. Fuck.

"Are you gonna come to the party at friday?" he asked then, looking you straight into the eyes telling you this was an honest question. "Yeah I think so, why?"

"No no, no reason just wanted to ask so I know where to have my focus"

"Oh how charming you are" you huffed but Lando only shrugged "You know I'm popular baby" he spoke teasingly, smirking as you turned your focus away from him.

"You are so pretty baby" he hummed, the line making you grumble to him but you couldn't helpt but to feel the pet-name stirring something deep within you.

You didn't want him to affect you the way he did, you loathed him. Had always done. The way he snapped his fingers and got the things he wanted. The way he acted around, like he was the king of the world and everyone had to adjust and accept his ways. You loathed him, you told yourself, repeating all the reasons over and over to not forget them.

"Sure Lando" you murmured, gently pushing him away from you with an eyeroll. He only sniggered, that smirk that made your skin prickle making it's way onto his face.

"Is that so darling?" he chuckled, placing a hot hand on your hip. By the looks of it to walk past you but you knew it was only another way for him to show his dominance to you, show how much he actually affeccted you despite your tries to hide it.

"How long are you going to deny it hm?" he said lowly, his head bowing to reach your ear-level and it only made him grow cockier, feel more dominance.

"Deny what exactly? That you are a jerk? A jackass?"

Lando chuckled, finding your words more amusing than hurtful as he found your eyes. The colour in them shining with delight and competition.

"Deny that you somewhat find me attractive" he said lowly, watching your eyes blink shut, trying to shut out the hot feeling developing in your core. "I will stop denying it when you stop being such a jerk" you countered, a smirk making it's way to your lips as well as you felt the confidence surge back to you.

At that you left him, blinking sweetly at him before rounding him with an hot hand on his shoulder.

It wasn't even an hour until he was next to you again, his hand snaking it's way to your waist as he leaned in to talk directly in your ear. Something that made you all hot and bothered, it had no right to be so hot.

"Why are you acting so hard to get baby? I know you think i'm attractive"

"Attractive sure but I still find you a jackass"

"Hmm I don't think so sweetie"

"You think you know what I want better than I know myself?" you spoke softly looking at him with an innocent flutter of your eyes.

"I know you want me baby, you can't hide how flustered you get when I call you baby or how your eyes grow all wide when I say something dirty to you"

When you said nothing he continued talking again. Voice an octavle lower than before, his breath fanning the side of your face making it even hotter.

"I can't stop thinking about you baby, I don't know why but I can't. I want you, so bad"

Cheesy, the line was cheesy but you still felt the words make you crumble. Slowly but surely giving into him, because afterall, he was so hot.

Lando saw it to, the grin on his face only getting bigger as he continued, knowing that you would soon be eating out of his palm, just like he wanted but at this stage you didn't care. The man was a fucking flirt and he could flirt his ways into people's bed, yours included.

"Yeah? You like this baby, don't you? Picture your cute little mouth stretched around my cock, your sweet sounds as I make you feel good after I've come down your throat"

You felt heat pour into your stomach, all the way through your veins, building up slowly but steadily until it was all-consuming.

Fuck he was good

"You like that hm? I'm gonna have you so lost for me baby, sucking my cock like the good girl you are. Gonna have you undress me and ask for it, would you do that for me?"

You could practically feel the shit eating grin on his lips as you let out a small huff, dangerously close to a moan as you grumbled on your breath.

"Fuck Lando, how are you so good at this? Have you practiced this before?"

Lando laughed at that, his hand on your waist squeezing slightly harder as he hummed. "No, you are my motivation" "Oh gosh that's so cheesy but it still makes me fucking wet" you groaned in his ear, the words making him hum.

"Bet you taste fucking amazing" he mumbled and that was it, you crumbled.

"You gonna do as I say hm?"

You swallowed thickly, he knew all to well how he made you feel, feeding of of it but you couldn't deny it either, couldn't deny him. So you nodded, giving in to your pride for this moment and giving him the power he knew he had over you.

"What was that? Need your words baby"

"Yes" you almost whispered out, his smile big and cocky regardless.

"Yeah? Then undress me sweetie"

It took a moment for you to register his words but when you did you immideately reached for his shoulders. You gently squeezed his shoulders before letting your hands trail down his chest to the zipper of his hoodie.

"Come on baby, get on with it" he smirked, voice rougher than usual as his eyes pinned you down, gleaming with cockiness and victory.

You gently pulled his sweater off before letting your hands run under his white t-shirt. Feeling his muscles tense under your palms as you pulled it over his head.

He was so stunning you couldn't stop staring at him. Everything was just.. yum.

You stood infront of him, eyes fleeting over his toned torso, only feeding his ego and smirk.

"You like what you see hm?" he teased, gently grabbing your hands to settle on his muscular arms. Saliva gathered up in your mouth, swallowing thickly you let your hands slide down his arms and then up again. Your hands moved on instinct, coming up to his shoulders before sliding down his stomach.

"Tell me how much you like them huh? Tell me how much you like my muscles"

"So much, look so good Lan" you hummed, not being able to resist to let your hands wander over his body once more before settling them on his waistband.

"Go on, take them off" he nodded, watching you as your shaky fingers unbottoned the button of his jeans before helping him out of them.

Lando looked at you for a moment, seeming to think over his next move.

"Get on your knees baby"

You fell to your knees before you could even think it through properly, why? You couldn't answer that but all you knew was that for Lando, you wanted to do whatever he said, wanted to please him and his desires.

"Good, come on baby, kiss it" he prompted you, strong hands finding the back of your head and gently nudging your face to his boxer clad cock, straining hard inside the fabric.

You did what he asked, gently leaning forward to kiss him over the material. Your lips softly touching over the visable print of his hard dick, looking up at the Brit's face which looked taken over with lust and cockiness

"Look at you baby, doing everything I ask hm?"

"So gone for me already pretty girl?"

You could only hum, kissing up and down his dick once more before he hooked his fingers under the band, pulling his boxers down swiftly.

"Gonna let me fuck your little mouth princess?" You could no longer find your words, nodding desperately. All the various nicknames making you feel all dizzy and wetter then ever.

You leaned in kissing his dick again but this time without the fabric in the way, basking in the sound he let out before his hands tangled in your hair, not letting you ease into it at all but coaxing your mouth open with one hand before pressing his cock into your open mouth.

You did your best to stop your gagging, breathing through your nose as he set a brutal pace.

"You like that huh?" he smirked at you, not bothering letting you answer, looking into your eyes was answer enough. "Like having my cock down your throat hm?"

"Fuck y/n, taking it so good" he groaned, eyes never leaving yours, loving the way they were tearing up.

You tried your best to keep your mouth open without choking on his dick, marveling in the sounds he let slip past his throat but it was a struggle when he kept his relentless pace up, not letting you paus unless you tapped out.

You blinked through the tears trying to focus on your breathing but it became too hard, instinctively you tried to pull your head back but his grip was strong, keeping you seated until you tapped his thigh, depserate for some air.

He let you up immideately, watching you closely as you panted hard, trying to get your lungs filled with air, calming down your breathing slowly

"You okay baby?" he asked softly, his hand gently rubbing your cheek as you nodded "Yes yes, sorrry"

He shook his head firmly "don't apologise", at that you hummed, locking eyes with him, feeling your insides melt as his sweet eyes looked at you with such care and lust.

When you felt fine you leant forward again, licking a bold stripe from the base up to the tip, letting your tongue lap up the small droplets of pre-cum before opening your mouth, inviting him in once again.

"Fuck, look at you baby" he groaned "Like being used like this hm?"

You couldn't asnwer coherently, just gagged on his cock in response but he seemed to like it enough by the long groan he let out. His head had tipped back and his arms flexed as he held your head steadily.

"Fuck Y/n"

You tried to be at your best behaviour, Lando pulling that out of you. Swallowing around his dick, breathing through your nose and letting him use your mouth. Focusing on the salty taste on your tongue and the proper fucked out look on his face. Arms flexing, face twisting and abs clenching as he got closer and closer to his release.

Fuck he was a sight.

You felt his hips stutter as he fucked into your mouth a few more times before letting your head up.

You looked up at him softly, eyes swam over with tears and saliva dripping down your chin, gasping a few moutfull's of air before you sank down on his dick again, feling his dick twitch in your throat. Apparently he liked your fucked out look.

You had never ever enjoyed giving head as much as you did now, watching his mouth hang open and thighs shaking slightly. His hands came back to the back of your head, holding you deep as he came with a long groan.

He fucked up a few more times grunting words you couldn't understand, voice holding a tinge of despearation as he emptied all he had in your open mouth.

His eyes that had drooped closed open slowly watching your lips as he pulled out of your mouth with a wet pop.

Eyes almost hazing over as you swallowed, licking your lips as you blinked up innocently at him, he was just as effected by you as you were by him.

A wry smile made it's way up your face at the realization, looking at his fucked out face before speaking up in a sweet soft voice that made his softening cock want to harden again.

"As good as you imagined then baby?"

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goggles-mcgee · 1 year

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Harry Potter being smaller than all first years (which we all knew anyway) but twice as feral.

Prefect Percy immediately noticing his small stature and being worried, Boy-Who-Lived or not. So he always offers him more help or just lends an ear. At first Harry is wary of him, no one is nice to him for no reason. Either it's a trick or with his new fame in the picture, because they want something but slowly he begins to trust Percy. Percy feels like a big brother for the first time in a long time. Ron and Ginn rarely went to him with their problems, they preferred Charlie or Bill (he couldn't blame them as he too preferred them but it still hurt), or worse the twins (that hurt worse). They didn't care for his advice. For his knowledge.

Harry was a breath of fresh air....well somewhat. Things he said were concerning and when Percy tried to get an adult to help (*coughMcGonagallcoughDumbledorecoughHisMomcoughHisDadcoughMADAMEPOMPFREYcough*) they brushed off his concerns which was more than a little concerning. So he just vowed to help Harry whenever and however he could. Then Harry somehow made the Quidditch team. At eleven. AT ELEVEN.

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Oliver Wood loved his new seeker! He was timid at first but quickly found his confidence! Sure it was on the feral side but that's how Oliver liked his players! I mean, look at the twins! Plus Harry had the perfect seeker build! Though...he was on the small side. But Oliver chalked that up to the lid being literally eleven but when he looked closer he realized that no...Harry was really small. Too small. And Oliver would know, his mum was a healer and she taught him some stuff considering his love (obsession) with Quidditch.

So he pays more attention. And what he witnesses and notices is not...good. it's very telling. He tries to go to some adults about what he's noticed but nothing came of it and that really got him mad. Then out of no where Percy Weasley came up to him and started lecturing him on Potter's health and all Oliver could think was, oh thank Merlin I'm not the only one who's noticed!

He and Percy stayed up well past curfew talking about their smallest cub and somehow it ended up with them coparenting the Boy-Who-Lived. Oliver would be completely honest and admit he didn't think it would be so difficult until the troll incident....then the dragon incident.....then the CERBERUS incident!

Oliver became something of another big brother to Harry and another confidant. So when Harry told him more about what happened at the Dursley's (because Harry never called it home. Never) Oliver was already plotting to kidnap the boy from the house or the station whether Percy thought it was a good idea or not.

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buckybarnesb-tch · 2 years

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The Half Naked Portrait -Klaus M.

Warning:Alpha/Omega talk but not Omegaverse, Smut, Fingering, Masterbation, Vaginal penetration, slight breeding kink if you squint, slight teasing, praise kink

I admit, maybe walking down to the kitchen in my underwear wasn’t my smartest decision in the middle of the night but it was the middle of the night! I thought everyone was asleep!

‘I didn't expect this tonight.’ The voice behind me made me jump nearly a foot in the air before turning to see Klaus leaning on the doorway.

‘Don't start, you make one rude comment and you'll find all of your paints in your bathroom sink.’ I wasn't in the mood for one of Rebekah's brothers to make me feel bad about myself at 2:45 in the morning.

‘I would never. You think I find joy in making women feel bad about themselves? You look...lovely.’ I rolled my eyes, refusing to look at him as I grabbed a soda from the fridge.

‘Whatever you say. Goodnight Klaus-‘ he grabbed my arm as I went to walk passed him and I looked up seeing a softness in his eyes that I never had before, though to be honest I tried not to pay too much attention. I had a crush on the hybrid from the moment Rebekah brought me home and I didn't want to be the best friend pathetically crushing on her brother.

‘I mean it Y/n. You look good enough to eat, never let any man tell you otherwise, and if they do send them my way. I'll be glad to set them straight.’ I was completely floored, unsure of what to do now as he released my arm.

‘Um...thanks I think...Goodnight.’ With that I retreated upstairs as quickly as possible, going back to bed, unable to forget the look in the man's eyes as he looked down at me.

Honestly that whole experience is probably the only reason I responded as I did now.

I had come to the mansion to find Rebekah, hoping for a random girls day after Damon had pissed me off but she wasn't answering her phone and I realized she wasn't home as I let myself in and heard no one. I was just about to leave when that changed, focusing hard and hearing a heartbeat sounding like Klaus' erratic werewolf pulse but it was faster than normal. I crept my way up the stairs and began hearing ragged breathing, his door being open leading to me peeking in and seeing him laid on his pillows with a grip around his cock. I turned as quickly as I could, moving quietly back to the stairs before I heard him speak.

‘Oh god! Y/n! Fuck!’

I was stunned and I peeked back in to see a canvas in front of him. Though his eyes were now closed, it was a painting of me...in my underwear...the same underwear he had seen me in 2 nights before. He was being honest the other night, he really had liked the way I looked...clearly quite a bit. As I continued looking at the man and his death grip on his cock, a cock that's thickness was literally calling out to me, I knew exactly what I was going to do. I slid my shoes off just inside the door to step quietly, taking my jacket off as well before ending up right next to his bed, watching him lick his lips as he continued stroking himself, hips thrusting every once in a while as if he couldn't stop himself.

‘Please? Just like that gorgeous, fuck! Please?’

With that I hopped onto the bed and threw my leg over him, his eyes flying open instantly. ‘So, do I have to do it just like that? Because I personally think I can do better.’ I grabbed his arms, pinning them by his head which he allowed as he was clearly too stunned to move at the moment. ‘But you did sound so pretty begging for me like that, the big bad hybrid, begging for my tight little pussy, never thought I would see the day.’ He seemed to snap back to himself when he heard my teasing, glaring up at me and throwing my hands off, grabbing my waist, and flipping me onto my back.

‘Only for you gorgeous, however you should watch how hard you push your luck.’

‘Really, you think you can say that after what I just heard? “Please gorgeous, please? Oh fuck, just like that! Please Y/n? Ple-“‘ he cut me off with his tight grip around my throat, eyes bleeding to yellow as he growled.

‘I would shut that pretty mouth before I decide to use that instead and leave you desperate.’ He grabbed ahold of my pants, pulling them and my panties both off in a blink before spreading my legs. ‘Fuck if I wasn't right, such a pretty pussy, and attached to such a loud fucking mouth.’ He leaned down, quickly smashing his lips to mine, keeping me from a sarcastic response before I felt him push two fingers into me which found no difficulty in doing that with how wet I was. ‘Christ, you're fucking dripping. Is this all for me princess? Seeing your Alpha desperate for your pussy got you all hot and bothered?’ A third finger joined, stretching me a bit as his thumb found my clit and my hips thrust up, hoping to grind against something in my desperation. ‘So fucking needy before I ever did anything, look at you sweet girl.’ His lips found mine again as he lifted me up under my thighs to get me right where he wanted me, his cock lining up at my entrance and thrusting in without hesitation.

‘Fuck! Oh God! Please?!’

‘There she is, there's my sweet little Omega, just needed put back in your place, didn't you? Seeing me desperate made you a cocky little thing but you just needed your Alpha to stretch you out.’ He gave a few shallow thrusts for me to get used to him before he began really moving, making me quickly realize that the combination of a vampire and werewolf cock can't be good for my health.

‘Yes! Yes Alpha! Needed your cock so much, please? So good Alpha, so fucking-‘ he cut me off, practically taking the air from my lungs as he completely bottomed out, stretching me more than I ever have been before.

‘So good for me, my good little Omega. Tight little pussy's been needing me to fuck her for a long time, hasn't she?’ He then stopped, as deep as he could get before pulling me close and flipping us over, letting me adjust on top of him before thrusting up into me almost violently as he ripped off my shirt and bra, getting his hands on my breasts for the first time and pinching my nipples.

‘Oh God! Fuck! Fuck Alpha Please?!’

‘Cum for me princess!’ I couldn't have stopped if I wanted to, this new angle being too much for me to bear and that tight feeling in my stomach snapping as my nails dug into his chest drawing blood down his toned stomach. ‘Sharp fucking claws princess, shit! Tightest pussy I've ever fucked, gonna have me whipped before long. Such a good girl, cumming so good on my cock.’ He was still hammering up into me but as my head dropped and I whimpered he flipped us back over, turning my head up to press his lips to mine. ‘My pretty girl.’ I whined, shoving my hips up into him when he stopped. ‘So desperate.’ He sighed, shaking his head, lifting my legs to his shoulders before beginning to move again.

‘Please? So close, please?!’ I really was whining now, that tight feeling back in my abdomen and getting tighter as he smirked down at me.

‘Gonna cum again for me? Go ahead love, cum for me while your Alpha fills you up so good. Cum!’ As if I was a puppet on strings his words threw me into my second orgasm as I felt his hips stutter and push in as deeply as possible, filling me just as he'd said, possibly more than I ever had been before I realized when I truly did feel full. ‘Fucking hell Y/n, that was amazing. Please tell me this wasn't just a onetime thing for you?’ He relaxed onto me, his face in my neck where he kissed tenderly making me giggle as his stubble tickled.

‘Not after this, I'm gonna need an encore. That was...Fuck!’ He hummed, leaning back to look at me and I peeked my eyes open to see his smile and deep blue eyes back once again. ‘I love the yellow eyes, but next time I'd really like to just look at these pretty blue ones.’ He smiled bashfully, trying to fight off the blush that made its way to his cheeks.

‘You really are gorgeous. I need to make this beautiful body a permanent fixture on my bed.’

‘Well I don't know about that, but-‘

‘Nik! Have you seen Y/n? She texted me that she was coming here but I don't-Ahh! What the fuck?!’ We both turned to see Rebekah in the doorway, her eyes now covered with her hand.

‘I guess we should have shut the door.’ He mumbled, face back in my neck once again.

‘How long has this been going on?!’ She sounded pissed and I suddenly felt a bit bad.

‘About 20 minutes.’ I admitted and she let out a huff.

‘This is the first time?’

‘Uh huh.’

‘You swear?’

‘You think I would fuck your brother and not tell you? I came here looking for you but instead I found your brother with his hand around his-‘

‘Okay!! No more, that's enough! I believe you, just...clean up and come find me. I'll be downstairs-‘

‘Sorry dear sister, she's mine today. After all, aftercare is important. Shut the door on your way out.’ Rebekah growled, slamming the door behind her and I could suddenly hear Kol's howling laughter from downstairs.

‘He's going to tease me relentlessly.’ I groaned, dropping my head to the pillows before Klaus kissed my cheek.

‘I won't let him. Don't worry my little Omega, you're mine to care for now.’ I looked up at him in shock at this statement.

‘I am?’

‘Of course sweet girl, you think I could let a gorgeous girl like you get away...or a tight pussy like this?’ He shifted his hips to drive his point home and I groaned, settling down with him as he pulled a blanket up over us. ‘Sleep love.’

‘But we're-‘

‘I'll take care of you. Just sleep.’ I relaxed as his lips found my neck again, pulling me into a peaceful sleep knowing that I would be awoken to another round and a gentle hybrid.

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generalhumancloudalmond2 · 1 year

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Present

Platonic!Yandere!Tighnari x Child!Fem!Reader

For the first time in a long time, Tighnari felt so bad, he was literally in despair, which could not be said about you. After all, you finally got some control over the situation and your position. Yes, what you did was painful and unpleasant, but the goal itself was achieved. For this reason, you quite enjoyed watching Tignari restlessly running around the house.

"Why did you do it at all?! Do you even realize how unsafe this is! How... How can you even be so calm! You should be rolling on the floor in agony right now!"

The Forest Watcher once again gave you a fleeting worried look, but he again met your uninterested expression. Despite the riskiness of the situation, you seemed to be even calmer than usual. It wasn't normal. Especially when you consider that you used a strong warming agent on yourself and now the back of your neck was burned at best. Tighnari couldn't say for sure for the reason that you also put a patch on yourself. At first, he didn't attach any importance to this, because he knew that you are always trying in every possible way to protect yourself from being taken by the scruff. It was exactly until he touched that patch and realized that it was very hot. Of course, Tighnari immediately tried to take it off, but then a clear liquid of lymph and blood poured out of it, he stopped.

"Just tell me what you put under the patch so I can take it off less painfully and help you."

Yes, the Forest Watcher regained his composure, now he himself began to think about it. You couldn't take something not from his house, the drug itself had a warming property and was taken externally. Only two things fit this description.

"Was it a black powder or a clear sticky ointment?"

He saw how your ears twitched a little at the mention of these medicines, and you habitually covered part of your face with your tail.

"Don't tell me you've connected two these medicines at once...Of course, the more, the better..."

He sighs heavily and stealthily glances in your direction. Why were you so calm? If you really combined two these preparations and spent almost the whole day with them, then... Could your nerve endings have been affected? Tighnari was afraid even to think about it.

Having taken out all the items that might be useful to him, he wanted to approach you, but in time he heard that you were eating something. Turning his head in your direction, he saw you quietly eating herbs that he sometimes gave you to make you more calm, they dulled physical pain and emotions. Tignari felt ashamed, did you know about them all this time? No, he's doing it for your own safety and there's nothing wrong with that. In addition, more importantly, now you are under a very strong painkiller and the most painful moments should pass normally, he doesn't even have to wait for these very herbs to take effect. However, just in case, he prepared several other stronger painkillers, and also lit a couple of incense burners just to put you to sleep a little.

Tighnari approached you as carefully as possible when he saw how your ears were almost lowered. He gently lifted you up, trying not to touch your neck and the patch.

You barely remember the rest. You didn't even remember how unconsciously you spoke under the influence of all the herbs and smokers, but you clearly remember how Tighnari stroked your head, calming you. In the end, you fell asleep anyway.

"So you're saying that she used two warming agents in large doses and got a 3rd degree burn, just because she didn't like how you took her by the scruff of the neck, and thereby she also wanted to piss you off?"

"That's right, Cyno, to be honest, I don't think that this very burn was part of her plan, but even so, what upsets me the most is something completely different..."

The Forest Waycher sighs heavily as he watches Collei hug your unconscious figure. You were both asleep and, because of this, you looked so calm and peaceful, although, in fact, everything was far from that.

"She also mentioned that everything will work out anyway, since this is one of the rules of birthdays, that everything planned must come true or something like that..."

"Don't worry about it so much, we can still spend her birthday. Besides, I already know what gift to give her if she wants to annoy you next time."

"What is it?"

"A self-written collection of jokes."

"Oh, God... Fine, but only if it help her to get better. Anyway, Cyno, could you keep an eye on them until I finish work? Collei's Eleazar has deteriorated and Y/n..."

"Sure. Don't worry."

Tighnari nods and, taking everything he needs, quickly left the house, after taking another look around the room. Cyno also stood in the middle of the room for some time, after which, leisurely approaching you and Collei, he straightened your blanket and sat down on a chair next to the bed.

#child reader #platonic yandere #yandere platonic #genshin impact #platonic genshin impact #yandere genshin impact #platonic Tighnari #yandere Tighnari #platonic yandere Tighnari #tighnari #Cyno #Collei

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Y'know, it only came up because I saw them in the art reel, but the Judicators do sound alarmingly like Cybermen.

"We... we spent every waking hour of every waking day trying to get back to you. And you came back with -- you have a boyfriend now? You had a little tryst? And you (Imogen) -- you have a new best friend, apparently? I thought about you every moment, and I thought you might've been dead... we didn't have downtime, we didn't have fun moments, we didn't go shopping, we didn't have threesomes -- we went to the middle of nowhere, we saved a fucked up town, and we almost had one of the Ruby Vanguard murder all of us. That was our fun time."

"We're not angry that you didn't suffer -- but it's going to take a while for us to recover." If you told me that, by episode 60, Ashton would be the Bells Hells' voice of reason, I'd laugh at you. But here we are.

Ashton says that he's feeling weirdly okay, Orym is frustrated and wants to move, and Laudna is... withdrawn? Angry? There are a lot of emotions going on, most of them conflicting.

They agree to split up for a day to go investigate different lines of inquiry -- Ashton and FCG want to visit Milo, Chetney wants to meet with Ajit Dyal. Afterwards, they plan to teleport to Zephrah to talk to Keyleth.

I feel like it needs to be restated that the temple of the Dawnfather in Hearthdale was built 30+ years ago because they were given permission to do so by wealthy landowners who bought a chunk of land and let them use it. They increased their presence in response to the solstice, yes, but in the end their prolonged presence there was the result of capitalism and wealth disparity.

We go first to the Krook House. Milo's workshop is in complete disarray -- most of their creations and projects have been disassembled because a lot of it just stopped working. "Wait, were your meds arcane?" ashton--

Ashton hands Milo a mystery note and a bag with some stuff in it. "How quickly can you do that?" "A day and a half." He hands over his hammer. "What are you plotting?" "I think I'm getting a real job. I think we're gonna save the world somehow, fuck it. I think we're gonna be some fuckin' heroes."

Ashton had a lot of time to think over the past few days. They thought about their life, everything that's happened. And they've decided that now is not the time to be worthless, now is not the time to be useless. He doesn't like having things to lose, but now he does, their time apart made him realize that, and he knows he can either risk losing them or he can go all-in with this new family.

They also call FCG out, gently, on their self-destructive tendencies. FCG agrees that if they start taking care of themselves more, the rest of the group will spend less time taking care of them (i.e. they won't have to stop them from sacrificing themselves at every turn), and that they -- between Frida and their newfound faith -- have found a reason to live.

Sometimes, caring for other people is the most punk thing you can do. Or whatever that one post said.

We go next to Imogen and Laudna. They go to visit Xhudanna, who has taken up painting.

"You don't need to listen in to hear my thoughts. I'll share them with you." "...can I kiss you?"

!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"I don't think you realize, you're such an anchor for me, and when you weren't here, I did such horrible things -- I'm worried I'm a bad person --" "I've heard everything inside you, Laudna, and you are not a bad person. I said you were my tether. Whatever you did, you can tell me." She recounts what happened with Bor'dor, that she was literally hanging on by a thread when she did it. His betrayal broke her, and she couldn't let him live. She says that she lost control, even though her inner monologue in that moment told her that she was holding on to control.

"He attacked you, first of all. Fuck him. And whatever happened with [Delilah]... we'll make it right again, okay?" "Can I be honest with you? There's part of me that thinks we shouldn't. We're about to face the greatest challenge of our lives." Delilah can make her stronger, and she thinks she can use Delilah.

Meanwhile, Imogen doesn't know whether she wants to get rid of the moon's tether. Power is tempting, alluring -- maybe it's their destiny to harness it, maybe it's to challenge and reject it, but only time will tell.

There's something happening in the marketplace. People gathered around in a circle. A familiar voice. "We were never meant to be bound by their laws. We were always meant to rise above them." A hologram-like image of Ludinus hovers above the fountain, speaking of finally rising past the imposed destiny, of no longer being the "beasts of burden" to the gods but the driving force of future and fate.

Guards rush through -- "fuck, another one!" -- and pull a silver disk from the water. When they smash it, the illusion fades. In the crowd, there's mostly fear and confusion, this is adding to their anxiety -- a handful seem to be absorbing the words, but the wardens are hastily dispersing the crowd.

Lastly, Chetney, Fearne, and Orym go to visit Ajit Dyal.

Leading up to the solstice, ships from the north docked in Jrusar before heading south, but after it, there has been a steady stream of new skyships and soldiers.

When they ask about rumors, Ajit says that the people of Jrusar are afraid more than anything. The Quorum calls for calm, but it's hard to ignore the soldiers, and the "big red sign of impending doom." There's an alliance between Issylran militaries, the leader of Ank'harel (J'man Sa'ord), the Clovis Concord, and the Stratos Throne, and all of them are sending forces to the Hellcatch Valley.

There are rumors that everything has been organized by the Stratos Throne and that this is the start of a second Apex War; meanwhile, doomsayers are saying that this is the start of a second Calamity.

As far as enchantments go, many of the automatons running the gondolas have broken down, and multiple prisoners who had been bound by magic have escaped. This is mostly why Jrusar's local guards are on high-alert. The leader of the Ivory Syndicate was among those who were broken out.

The temples have been more reluctant than usual to open their doors.

They ask Ajit to point them toward someone who might know something about Old MagicTM, and he immediately returns from inside the hall with Deremon, a very elderly man who once tutored Ajit.

Chetney pulls out the El Crusty Vest de Ludinus (TM) and shows it to the pair. "This is very peculiar; I have no idea."

Because Ajit didn't hear Ludinus during the solstice either, they gather that hearing that message was related to one's proximity to the leyline nexuses. People who were close to nexus points heard the voice and had a chance of being teleported, it seems, which also means that there is a leyline nexus over both Emon and wherever Deni$e found Dariax.

From the Dyal Hall, the trio starts to head toward the Smoulder Spire to visit the temple of the Matron of Ravens. On their way, a scent catches Chetney's nose -- the most savory meat pie he's ever smelled. To Orym and Fearne, it's more of a stale grain smell. Following it, it becomes an overwhelming hunger, a bestial drive toward the source, like fresh blood on a hunt. Chet makes a WIS save and fails with a 16, sprints toward the source -- in a dark alleyway, there's a short man in a hood, and he tosses a pouch to Chetney -- he catches it, it's a herby, medicinal texture, and the moment he bites it the figure throws a silver net over him.

"Stay away, miss, this is official business!" Fearne immediately throws a spell at him for 31 damage. "It's just business--" "This is my business."

god, the fact that they're going for lethal force immediately and asking zero questions of this normal, leather-clad, dwarven dude they know nothing about is so incredibly telling. especially for Orym, who specifically goes for a gut shot first before tripping him.

"This is a problematic, cursed beast, and I'm going to bring him in." "I mean, you're not wrong, but he's our problematic beast." There's a bounty on Chetney's head, and this guy is intent on bringing him in, but notably he is not making any damaging attacks against Orym (who's blocking his path) -- he's just trying to push past.

Fearne approaches, asks if she can give Chetney a kiss with a 28 persuasion check, and casts stoneskin on him. Interestingly enough, she ignores the 100gp material component for the spell -- so I wonder if Matt is being more lenient with valued components this campaign.

Mister runs up to Chetney and uses fiery teleportation for the first time, which gets him out of the net.

"Tuyen sends her regards." This guy was hired by Tuyen Otwana, the shopkeeper of Prism Emporium -- the shop that overcharged him for a wood chisel, that he subsequently attacked.

As Chetney casts invisibility, I am reminded that we still have no idea why Chetney has the Shadow-Touched feat, nor why Imogen has the Fey-Touched feat. (If there's a narrative reason for either, which I have to assume there is.)

The dwarf picks up the net and misty steps away.

The trio continues to the Smoulder Spire, and climbs almost to its apex. There, they find the temple to the Matron of Ravens, made of a darker material and cleaner than anything else here. The doors are closed, but not locked. Inside, there is a singular figure who opens their arms to the trio. Orym leads them in. "What brings you to the Duskmaven's sight this day, little one?"

"I'm sorry -- I don't have anyone else to turn to right now. I'm having major questions of my faith, and the changes I see above have me worried." "You are not alone." "I am no stranger to death, and I have heard tales of fate. But the things I'm seeing frighten me. What's happening?" "The skein is tangled; the threads are not. The fear that you feel is felt by all... there is much sewn (sown?) -- confusion, distraction. They are doing what we all are doing: what we must do to survive. And our fates are intertwined; if they, if she, can see this through, they will see us through it with them. [How do you know that?] Faith."

The priest can still feel the Matron's influence, but that presence is different than it was before the solstice. She feels a "human vulnerability," and finds it both strange and comforting to feel that in something so grand. "She was like us once, so perhaps she has that vulnerability uniquely." "Do you know what her name was?" "There are none who live that do."

"She may not have the answers you seek, as we are in both a period of mourning and a period of preparation." "How much time you think we've all got?" "Come drink of the waters with me."

The priest leads Orym -- to pulls Fearne along -- toward the interior waterfall. Along the way, they notice that some of the interior lights are dark. She fills a steel pan with water, and offers it to Orym to drink. He leans down, closes his eyes, and drinks the (very cold, but refreshing) water.

The cold spreads through him as he drinks -- not uncomfortable, but cold. Fearne, Chetney, and the priest do the same; as the priest kneels, Orym thinks that he "is just looking for answers," while Fearne thinks loudly that she is "just feeding the root."

"Away from the warming light of the sun--" Is the Matron being portrayed as the opposite of Pelor? Is that what's happening here?

They all spend an indeterminate amount of time kneeling by the water, disassociating, listening to the sound of the water, the cold, the still, and they wonder if this is a piece of death herself. They feel cold, content, at peace.

When they emerge from this state, Chetney is visible, and the priest is gone. They open the front door to a crimson sky, a familiar crater, a beam of noxious energy firing into the sky -- inside the beam they see an orb, hear a scream that doesn't stop, a scream that encompasses the entirety of Exandria and beyond --

and they see a flash of a white porcelain mask, they emerge from their trance state. The priest stands before them -- "we are in a period of mourning for one of our own." That's why the temple's torches are low, why their doors are closed: they are mourning Vax'ildan, the Champion of the Matron of Ravens.

"How do we help? How do we help in the fight? How do we turn the tide?" "Faith."

Orym stoops down, takes a bit of the water from the pool, and smears it across the front of his shield.

The Bells Hells reconvene and share their stories. Laudna is visibly much happier than when they last saw her. Imogen gives Ashton an orange.

Orym would've heard things about "the Champion of the Matron" just as he would've heard about historical figures, and he'd know that the Champion had a tie to Keyleth, but Keyleth herself never mentioned him in front of Orym.

the Bells Hells don't even knows who the gods are. They don't know the difference between the Change Bringer and the Moon Weaver. Fearne doesn't now that Morri isn't a god. They don't know the difference between the Dawnfather and the Matron of Ravens.

And suddenly, the Bells Hells are debating whether they're trying to save the gods or trying to save humanity. Orym argues that those two causes are the same thing, but Laudna disagrees, and FCG agrees to too far of an extent. Imogen conflates a signal from a god to worship. Laudna equates leveling a block of a city to intervention of the gods. \

Ashton -- the most sensible one here at the moment -- says that there's a lot of conjecture about things that just happen. "I watched my parents get ripped to bits in a maelstrom of gods-know-what, I got thrown into a desert and picked up by shitty people and thrown into a fucking orphanage where I stayed -- more or less, what you'd expect. I fought a lot, I made friends, we did what we fucking could, and I fell out a window and woke up in a pain that has never stopped. And there were little sections ot my life where I prayed, and I begged, anything to all of them, any of them, and the only time they've ever spoken to me was the one who tried to fucking kill me less than a week ago. So, I'm here to save us, I'm here to save the people who live here, hell, I've had one fucking word I spoke to a fucking pile of earth that was more responsive and made me feel better and more connected to anything in my fucking life, that grounded itself more -- and you know what? I'm all for faith. I'm not gonna pick a god, they can pick me, they can pray to me, they can choose me more than I ever did to them."

I lied, Orym is the most sensible one. "History is littered with their positive influence here; but none of you would suggest wiping out every living being on earth because some of them are shitty. Some of them have done good, and I think that thinking black-and-white is comforting -- but it's a little more nuanced than that."

"Why can't i have faith in you all? Faith in Exandria, faith in you all, faith in those that came before the gods? The eidolons, the earth, the titans?"

There's a lot going on here, and Team Issylra is (deliciously) misinterpreting the eidolons and the Dawnfather's temple. They all have different opinions, and they're all hung up on the definition of "faith" -- but in the end, they agree that regardless of whether the gods are worthy of saving, Ludinus needs to fucking die. And that's something I can get behind.

I've said it before and I'll say it again -- the discussion of whether or not the gods should exist, of whether the should or shouldn't exhibit their power over mortal-kind, of whether mortal faith gives them life and power, of whether they are in control of fate -- all of it doesn't fucking matter right now. Those questions are ones that can be asked once this is all over. Because the Bells Hells know that, objectively, Ludinus' plan is evil, he is not the one who should fill that power vacuum, he needs to be stopped.

Fearne attempts to scry on Ludinus. As her consciousness extends toward him, she drifts in a liminal space with nothing to tether to, and she realizes that she is unable to scry on him. He has and is attuned to an amulet of proof against detection and location, the same item that shielded Caleb from Trent's eyes.

FCG attempts to scry on Liliana Temult. He focuses on the coin and sees its metal first become strands of hair, then become darker metal; his vision pushes through the coin and into darkness, which turns to redness. He finds himself in the familiar red dust storm that fills almost all the space around him -- but he sees Liliana walking, her hair and coat billowing in the wind. To her left is Ludinus Da'leth, and on the horizon, there are shapes -- structures, buildings... in the sky, a round body of a faint bluish-green coloration -- Exandria looms just beyond the dust storm above." That's all they receive.

They're on the SURFACE OF THE FUCKING MOON, on the SURFACE of RUIDUS ITSELF

It was like they were walking through a street. There is no distinction between home and building here -- it's just a street.

Laudna and Chetney think that this city was on the continent that got scooped up to form Exandria.

FCG asks the Changebringer whether Exandria is round, and she responds, yes.

The Bells Hells deduce that they need to figure out "how to ride [the beam]," that they need to find out how to get to the surface of Ruidus. Spelljammer, here we come!

FCG casts identify on the harness. "The funnel goes to the base of the neck, between the shoulder blades. It is designed, though it does not currently function, to take the essence of some sort of magic and funnel it to some sort of place on the wearer's body -- between the shoulder blades, on the neck."

Orym assumes that the device was designed to prolong Ludinus' life, because fey creatures are generally more long-lived than Exandrians.

Ashton finally asks the question of where Ira and Xandis are.

By sunset, Milo has finished the modifications on Ashton's hammer -- they have installed the immovable rod into the handle. "I'm not entirely sure what the properties of this are, aside from the fact that it's very unique, there's a refractory aspect of the crystal itself." Inside the sack was some amount of the refractory crystal they took from the Verdant Tomb, and incorporating it into the hammer has had some...... unforeseen implications.

Orym tries Caleb's sending stone. "Caleb Widogast. Bells Hells here. We survived -- where are you? Do you know what happened out there?" There's static fuzz, and no response. There is no indicator on the Treshi scry ball, and the Drixlich sensor points toward Uthodurn.

Imogen tries to cast sending on Ira. "Ira? Can you hear me, is this working?" With a 53, a familiar static of the "arcane forces in the sky."

FCG scries on Ira, but he makes his save. Ira exists, he lives out there somewhere, but he made his save.

Fearne scries on Ira. She focuses, and connects to "the pulse of life around Exandria" -- Ira is deep within a clustered, red-dust storm, not among structures or others but alone, pushing through a maelstrom, a stronger storm than they've said, trudging through an intense red. A dark shape arrives and he presses up against it, leans against a massive, smoothed boulder, and ducks into an alcove. Outside the storm, he blinks, pushes dust out of the corner of his eyes. Another figure approaches -- thick, partially patchworkly-armored torso, a muscular humanoid figure of deep red skin, oddly textured face-- features sallow and smooth, one of the Reilora. They gesture, and Ira follows. Their features are different than the figure they saw Imogen summon, and different than the gith body Team Issylra found.

Using Orym's shield as a focus, Imogen invokes the staff, and teleports the Bells Hells to Zephrah. "It's... mid-day, a beautiful cloud-dappled sky. A beautiful horizon among brown and red stones, clusters of trees, pathways that lead through the mountains, grass fields, the mountains to the east... a precipice of a cliff that is woven through the peaks of these mountains, pastels, bridges and ledges that encompass the rustic homesteads that make up this community like the existence of this village is a gift from the land itself... a tall cherry tree sits on the precipice to your right."

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Confession, rejection, acceptance, repeat | {KokuZan}

Theme: Angst, angst, and more angst 🤩✨

"Yes? What would you like?" Muzan asked, turning to his highest ranked demon.

"Uh.. Master, I would like to, uh, ask you...out?" Kokushibo said nervously. For over thirty years his crush on his king had only grown. And only just a couple months before, the other uppermoons had found out. They'd pushed him to confess ever since he told them and he'd finally decided he would today. Which was what he was currently doing.

Muzan cocked his head to the side, confused. Ask him out? To leave the room or...?

But reading his uppermoon's mind proved he'd gotten it completely wrong.

Forcing away the heat that was rising up to his face, Muzan quickly got ahold of himself. "Kokushibo," he said.

The said demon looked up and met the red-pink eyes of his crush with the six of his own. "Hm?"

"No."

The word bounced around the room several times before it sank into Kokushibo's mind and he realized what his master meant. "...No?" he whispered, more to himself than to the other.

Muzan nodded and turned to leave. He paused at the doorway, though, and said, "Oh, and, tell the other uppermoons that if they so much as think about any of these stupid relationship things, they can forget they ever existed. That goes to you, too, Kokushibo. I'm surprised you even considered it. And for thirty years?" He shook his head, disappointed, and left, leaving Kokushibo to process what had just happened.

___________________ "I knew it. I told you he wouldn't accept it.." Kokushibo repeated for the 10th time, looking off into the distance.

Daki sighed and continued rubbing Kokushibo's back. Usually it was the elder of the two acting as the comforter, but this time Daki had to play the part to her father figure. "I'm sure he's just in shock."

"No.. no, he was clear about it. If he thought we might be together at any point he wouldn't have put such restrictions.. He's right, though. I can't let myself think such things, I mustn't ponder this any longer." Kokushibo's mind was set. Kind of. Well, not really. A little. ...Not at all, if he was honest, but he had to obey his Master's orders. He got up and gave Daki the fakest smile ever. "I'll be fine, no need to worry. I apologize for this inconvenience. I'll see you later." (BRO HOW DO YOU SPELL THAT- Edit: Nvm i fixed it 😁)

He left without another word.

Daki sighed again and looked down. If she hadn't pushed him to confess this wouldn't have happened. How had she messed everything up..

Douma walked in and sat next to Daki. "Don't worry, they both just need time to think about it!" He clapped cheerfully. "I'm sure in no time they'll be together."

From behind the two uppermoons, Akaza groaned in annoyance. "Master literally said we can't even as much as think about those kinds of things, stop acting like it's going to happen. Because as much as we want it, the Master's word is his word and we can't disobey."

The blond nodded, still acting as optimistic as ever. Akaza sighed. Daki rolled her eyes at the two and got up. "I've got to go now, you two stop fighting." And at that, she left.

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For another week, Kokushibo grew restless. He couldn't believe he had actually gone out there and asked Muzan that. Or that he had been rejected. The humiliation and disappointment weighed down on him. The other Uppermoons tried desperatly to cheer him up, but as much as he appreciated their attempts, it did nothing to lift his spirits. He was just to sadened about this to be happy.

Meanwhile, Muzan couldn't get his mind off of this. He was surprised, shocked, flustered (although he would never admit it), and apprehensive. He didn't know how to feel about this but he did know (or at least he thought he did) that he shouldn't accept this confession. It would get in the way of everything. Of course, he felt that that might be wrong but... who would listen to their heart anyways. That was weak and for humans. Which was how they were always so vulnerable and fearful. Getting attatched caused problems.

Then again.

If he didnt accept, who knows how long he'll be thinking about this on and on. He couldn't stop, and if he didn't at least consider accepting then who knows how long he might think about it. But of course that was the whole point. Distracting him from important matters.

He sighed, annoyed. Why were emotions so annoying and complicated?!

Muzan rolled his eyes at himself. Whatever, this wasn't worth his time.

But then an hour later he caught himself thinking about it, yet again. What was wrong with him? Had these emotions gotten ahold of his head...?

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Kokushibo sat in his study, reading.

Kiyoko took his hands and smiled up at him. "What I would give to live with you forever." She smiled softly and faded away, leaving Hiroshi crying deeply as his lover disappeared in his arms.

The Uppermoon paused, wondering why he was reading this. He'd gotten so into the book that he hadn't even realized he was reading a romance novel. Was this because he wanted to replicate this with Muzan? ....Wait.

Why couldn't he just stop thinking about this? Every day it was Muzan this, Muzan that. Wishing he was in his arms now, knowing that he'd never be then. What was with him? He had to stop this. Push down all these disrupting feelings. No. More. Emotions.

Sometimes he wished he could be like Douma. Never feeling real emotions, only faking. It would make things all the more easier. He got up and tucked the book back into the bookshelf. That was enough thinking. He had to accept his fate. Enough of this wanting, he was done with wisihgn he had something he would never get. Leaving the room, he vowed he wouldn't have anything to do with love again. Never ever.

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Muzan was having completely different thoughts. He felt as if he shouldn't have been so harsh on his uppermoon. Besides, he had always favored his top ranked Uppermoon best. Which was one of the reason Kokushibo was Upper 1. And besides, there was something there. He hated to admit it, but he had definitely flushed JUST A LITTLE (totally-) when the confession had risen. So maybe he should accept this? Maybe..

He looked around. Where was Kokushibo? He would accept the confession now. Two weeks of thinking was enough, who cares about the restrictions he'd set. They didn't matter anymore. He was going to get Kokushibo and accept the stupid (or not) confession. He couldn't take it anymore, too much thinking and theorizing and restless nights of worry. He was going to give his own confession to his favorite Uppermoon.

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Kokushibo had been called to see Muzan for a reason he did not know. He knocked on the door and waited for a response.

Muzan looked up. When he realized it was Kokushibo, he took a deep breath to get himself ready before he said, "Come in." He motioned for the other to sit across from him as the demon strode in. "I know you're wondering why I have summoned you here, and, well, the matter is quite simple. It's a matter adressing what happened a couple weeks ago. Your... 'confession.'"

The room grew painfully quiet as the demon king waited for an answer. Then, "Yes?" Kokushibo wondered if it was to reprimand (me writing that but only vaguely knowing what it means) him for thinking about it. But whatever it was, at least he had decided to let it go and stop paying so much attention to it, right?"

Muzan took a deep breath, deciding to let Kokushibo have his privacy and not read his mind. If they were going to do this, he needed everything to work out as he wanted. "Well. I'm going to.. accept it. Or rather, I'll confess something as well. I.. I'm asking you out."

Kokushibo was beyond shocked. "Wait what?"

"I'm asking you out," Muzan repeated, getting impaitent.

"No.. I heard what you said but.. I'm just.. surprised."

"Yes, I suppose you would be. But anyways, now you can accept this an-" the shorter of the two was cut off by Kokushibo.

"No. I am going to reject this. I apologize, Master, but I have no interest in this sort of love nonsense." And with that, he got up and left, leaving the demon king, the one who got everything he wanted and everything had to be his way, alone.

"....." Muzan was shocked. How could he have just been rejected? Him? The demon lord? Been rejected by his own subject? ....this couldn't be happening. How. Why?! He got up to storm after Kokushibo but then paused. This.. humiliation, this embarrassment and disappointment.. It was how Kokushibo must've felt when he'd rejected him, right?

He sat back down and slumped in his chair. He supposed he deserved this, then. But.. how would he go about this? Kokushibo had gone with acceptance.. Suppose he did the same? It wouldn't be easy but.. that's just life for you. Was this how it was for the humans as well? Perhaps emotions had more to them than fragility....

Word count: 1523

{Look I didn't know where to end it ok- But anyways this was too short 😞

Anyways, ignore the amount of spelling mistakes in this, I was too lazy to look up the proper spelling.}

Edit: AGAIN I WROTE THIS A WHILE AGO AND ON WATTPAD SO IT'S KINDA GOOFY BUT WE DON'T TALK ABOUT THAT 😭

#kokuzan #uppermoons #angst #muzan being stubborn asf #kokushibo #muzan #muzan jackson #i'm not fixing my spelling mistakes #old writing again #kinda shitty #i thought it was lotsa angst before when i first wrote it but it really isn't tbh #random tags>>>>>

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“Found Again” - Vinny Mauro

Summary: Vinny and Y/N break up, but they have a pet together and neither of them want to give it up. Then they spend a few days each with the pet separately. It kinda brings them back together.

- Yesterday -

"Y/N can't you just stop arguing, at least for once?! I'm taking her for three days, that's it!" Vinny yelled at me, his face all red because of his pure anger. I really never wanted us to end up like this. Actually I hated it! Vin looked so much like my father right now, but in the end i still loved him. i wouldn't ever be able to hate him, i know that i will always have a soft spot for this guy and love him. that's a fact, for sure."Okay well then I'm taking her three days after you!" I replied, also angry but trying not to yell at him. yelling is something that i disliked a lot because my father used to do that a lot.. let me tell you it never ended in a good way.

- Today Vinny’s POV -

God, Lexi reminded me so much of her. How come we ended things on bad terms? We were both ready to take the next step and move into our own house, but two weeks before moving, things literally went downhill. I really didn't know what our fucking problem was and why we were so angry at each other. these past days I've tried to find a solution for the both of us. I loved Y/N but things can't be like this anymore and we both should know that. But how am I going to stop us completely from drifting away from one another? Lexi was our child, well not really but basically she was. She's our almost one year old Pitbull. I got Y/N a puppy on our second year anniversary. it was a very sweet moment to remember, she cried a lot of happy tears that day. It was one of the happiest days i've ever experienced in my whole damn life. Her smile is everything for me. Now Lexi grew up and I knew it hurts her when we both aren't there for our dog like usual. "You miss mom too, huh" i said while petting her head, Lexi just looked at me but I could see that she didn't understand why mommy wasn't here with us.

- After the three days -

"Oh hey Vinny you're pretty early!" Y/N said, sounding surprised. I'm over an hour early but I just couldn't wait any longer. Through these past three days Lexi made me realize that life without us all being one family isn't what I wanted. I want Y/N back, my beloved girlfriend. This time I'm definitely doing it the right way. "I know I'm sorry to disturb, but we really need to talk about something. It's very important Y/N" I replied calmly looking down at her. She didn't look too good, Y/N had red and puffy eyes which revealed that she must've felt the same, which did made me feel better somewhat. "Alright let's go upstairs, Mads is here" she whispered softly and i nodded my head slowly, letting Lexi walk into the house. We arrived in our once shared bedroom and sat down. It was difficult to start the conversation since I was nervous but I knew that it's now or never.

- Y/N POV -

"So? What's up Vin?" I asked quietly. To be honest I was afraid of what he was about to say, being clueless and all isn’t that fun. "Right, so I've been thinking these past days.. about us and the whole relationship" after this I completely frowned. What was he about to say? God please don't tell me you already found a new girl. I wouldn't be able to live through that. i think that'd probably kill me. "Don't look like that, I'm not saying anything bad" he smiled softly and it reassured me somehow, which was odd. "Okay" I simply stated and he continued "i still love you and that won't change. These past days were horrible without us being together, Lexi and I missed you so much. Right then I knew that I want to be with you forever okay? She made me see things that I didn't really see before, she looked like a daughter that missed her mom dearly. It made me realize a lot if i'm being honest. even though i've already adored you, it just made things more clear." He whispered quietly and i exhaled a breath that I didn't knew I was holding. Vinny got up from our bed and stood in front of me. "Now I want to do this the right way. We've got so much memories together, both good and bad but we always kept supporting and loving each other. You've always had my back. Even when I decided to move back to my hometown you supported me and came with me. I want us to be a family for real and I want the whole world to know about us. Y/N Ramirez, will you please do me the honor of becoming my wife?" Vin asked while kneeling down on one knee. was this really happening right now or am I imagining things? Oh my gosh, this whole time i thought he was seeing someone else! I've honestly always wanted to marry, just like in those movies. "Of course.. yes Vin I'll definitely marry you and become Mrs. Mauro!" I almost shouted while tears of happiness were rolling down my cheeks. I kissed him "I love you" I whispered almost thinking that I was really dreaming. "I love you too Mrs. Mauro" he said and kissed back.

#band blog #band imagines #bands #fanfic #imagine #motionless in white #vinny mauro

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per manum thoughts

Honestly, there are a lot of episodes of The X-Files that give me the heebie jeebies but none have come close to the feeling I got watching Per Manum. It's a Scully focused ep in a season that's a little Scully lacking imo so ya girl was excited!

Neither Mulder nor Scully get out of the narrative unscathed in this show but, god, they really love to torture Scully don't they? I mean, we know that having a baby is something that she's wanted for a long time. Something that she thought wasn't possible. And then Mulder waltz in like "Wassup I got some of your ova. It was in my pocket for a while, but I think it's fine" (Fox, babygirl, you're smart. You should know better).

In a series of flashbacks we see them trying IVF. I have to mention that I freaking loved how they did the transitions to the flashbacks here. Like in the elevator! They were absolutely perfect. Anyway, spoiler alert, it doesn't work. (Like seriously, Mulder, IT WAS IN YOUR POCKET FOR GOD KNOWS HOW LONG. THAT SHIT AIN'T SHELF STABLE) At this point we make the connection that the same doctor that Scully is seeing, the same one that started her IVF, is in cahoots with these doctors taking alien babies from women? (For what purpose....idk that's still unclear to me)

And then we have to watch poor Scully freaking out that she might give birth to an alien baby. Seriously, I felt panicked for her while watching this, it was kinda tough to get through. In sci-fi and horror, aliens are often used as an allegory for pregnancy. Something invading your body and destroying you from the inside out. This feeds into Scully's fear of her own pregnancy, that something could go wrong. That she's alone and scared and without Mulder. And yes, the idea that she could give birth to a literal alien baby. So while I can see what they were going for, I'm just tired y'all. We see her finally get pregnant and even though she doesn't completely understand how it happened (cough cough all things cough cough) she's excited nonetheless. I think she also sees her baby as a tie that she has with Mulder. And if he's gone at least he left a part of him behind. So to have her panic about the true nature of her baby's paternity just seems cruel at this point.

Another terrifying aspect of this episode is Scully's realization that she couldn't even trust her own doctor. We're used to this show taking people in positions of power and showing them as shady and working for their own agenda. (re the entire government) But Scully herself is a doctor. She looks at other people in the medical field and she trusts them. Because they're doctors and they're supposed to help people. Her own doctor turns out to be working for the alien people, so Scully goes to another hospital only to find that she can't trust those doctors either. I think this conveys a very real and prevalent issue, that is still true today, and that is of women and autonomy of their own bodies.

I haven't seen any of the later seasons yet, but I know about the revelation in season 11. It's just another way to use Scully and her body to drive the plot forward. This comes after all that's she's already been through, with her abduction and experimentation. This decision takes away Scully's choice and desire to have a baby and twists it into a nonconsensual nightmare. One were she wasn't in charge or aware of what they were doing to her body. I don't think the (predominantly male) writers understand just how fucked up that is. So yeah, I'm pissed about that. Mulder is the father of Scully's baby and that's that.

We also finally have Doggett finding out that Scully is pregnant. This has been simmering for a while, as he can tell she's keeping something from him. She didn't tell him, but of course he found out based on the circumstances. It's taken me a bit to warm up to him but I've been enjoying Doggett's character development since his introduction, as well as the development of him and Scully's partnership. He honest to god just wants to help her with no ulterior motive and I think that's exactly what she needs right now. Someone in her corner. I think by the end of the episode, when he tells her that he wants to help her and that he's going to find Mulder, he's so earnest about it, and it breaks down the some of the walls that she's built up.

Overall, I have mixed feelings about this episode. On the one hand, we got a lot of insight on Scully's character as well as her relationship with Mulder. But god, as a woman it was kind of brutal to watch. I just love Dana Scully so much and I want her to be happy.

I'd love to hear other thoughts and interpretations for this ep!

#wow this is rambly and probably doesn't make any sense #but i had a lot of feelings #tears were shed #anyway i'm going to sleep now #the x files #txf #fox mulder #dana scully #msr #per manum #chrissy writes

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siriuslysatorusimping · 9 months

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I just wanted to thank you for sharing your story. I love it by the way, are they going to make their relationship official? Oh they will continue as they are.

Thank you for reading!! I'm so glad people are enjoying my story 🥹🥹 And thank you for your question!! I've answered below the cut because it turned into a rant that I didn't mean to let happen...

OKAY, so this is gonna be a long response and I apologize in advance for this RANT. There will be a TLDR at the bottom for your convenience 😂 I have thought about these two A LOT. I have an entire section in my doc for this story for notes like this lol...

So, my intention with this story was to make it a real Friends with Benefits where they're both on the same page and it doesn't completely explode because one of them catches feelings and can't take it anymore. Will feelings be caught? Oh, absolutely they've already started to-.

I started the story really early in the timeline because I wanted to give them time for their friendship to develop, even if it looks more like a romantic relationship than a friendship. But I have this planned out all the way to where the manga is, post-Shibuya and post-Culling Games. Some of this is already written. I'll say that the very first thing I wrote for them is a part that will be set post-Shibuya.

They're going to become each others' haven of sorts over the years, and will slowly quit sleeping with other people casually without even realizing it. And neither will really mention it because they don't see it as something important to bring up. He never dates others anyway, only casual hookups, and she dates casually but never for long because she doesn't want to risk committing to someone she couldn't be honest with about her work.

Basically, the end goal for them is for it to be natural for them to realize that what they have is actually a romantic relationship without a label and decide to label it. But they're going to struggle a lot with that concept. Their communication will start to falter there because she won't bring it up, believing it would never be something he would want and he will have absolutely no clue how to bring it up.

Gojo is Gojo and having an official relationship isn't what he wants, or so he thinks.

And Rinko believes that he's destined for things that are too great and important for her to even be a footnote in. As the years go on, she will essentially force herself to believe that she is content to be by his side as his friend. It's going to take a lot of convincing from him to change her mind on this.

Rinko has already resigned herself to two things about him where we are in the story:

Gojo Satoru doesn't do feelings beyond lust and she tells herself she isn't arrogant enough to believe she could change that about him. She does probably too good of a job sticking to this.

- She'll end up hurting his feelings quite a few times when she expects him to be way more selfish than he ends up being with her and he's hurt to learn that's how she sees him even though he knows she has every reason to do so.

- This will also lead to a few issues because she's very guarded with him. She has huge defenses with him when it comes to seeing anything sweet or selfless that he does as anything but a carefree impulse that means nothing (we will be finding out the reason for this in a few upcoming parts that y'all aren't gonna like me for...) which will also end up hurting his feelings later on in their friendship.

- There will be an entire WAREHOUSE worth of unpacking for Rinko when she finally realizes that Gojo doesn't do those kinds of things at all for anyone else. Much less on impulse because he doesn't have selfless impulses with anyone else the way he does with her. But this bitch is just gonna rent a larger warehouse and pretend she's never heard of it even when Gojo literally shows her the receipt proving she paid for it.

2. There are walls he just can't take down with anyone. Can't get himself to do it because it's too much after he was so close to Geto and it hurt him so much when he lost him

- As a small spoiler, their biggest conflicts will always lead back to Geto. Every single real disagreement they have over the course of their friendship will lead, in some way, back to Geto.

Okay so I'm forcing myself to stop here.

TLDR: Eventually, they will make their relationship official. But it's going to be a very, very long time and many years of friendship with a lot of sexy times 😅

#Another Level ask #gojo fluff #gojo satoru #jujutsu gojo #gojo satoru fanfic #gojo satoru x original female character #gojo satoru x reader #gojo smut #gojo fanfic #gojo x reader #gojo satoru smut #jjk gojo #satoru gojo #satoru

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the-baguette-bandit · 2 years

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Excerpt from deltarune.com

"So, that new girl I keep talking about?

She really, really, REALLY hates Kris.

And you know what's weird? Literally ONLY Kris seems oblivious to this. Or, no. Are they oblivious? They're literally getting bullied! Do they just... not care? Then again, who knows what Kris is thinking. I just don't get why they don't tell their mom.

OR, BETTER, switch seats with me, like I keep saying lol. I guess they just don't want to be at the front of the class? But... She doesn't EVER bully me, EVEN when there'd be a HUGE opportunity to, so... Come on, switch seats, everyone would be safer that way X)

Like, you're not going to believe what happened today. lol

After the bell rang, as usual, everyone rushed to see who could get out of class first. I stayed behind a bit to help Alphys put away some books (and look for some mysteriously missing supplies X) ). Meanwhile, Kris was still asleep, face-down on a totally blank notebook page, and for some reason, Susie... hadn't left either. She was just sitting there... staring at Kris's head. Sniffing it...??? (Wonder if she'd like scented candles? X) )

Eventually I started to leave too (I even almost said bye this time), but I was a bit worried about Kris, so I stayed outside the classroom to... umm, watch? X) I had to stay totally out of sight, Holiday family ninja style, since Susie didn't seem like she was going to do anything until she made sure I was gone.

After a while, Susie got up, knocking her chair over. She jumped into Ms. Alphys's seat and put her shoes up on the desk, getting dirt everywhere. (I just know I'm going to have to clean that. X) )

She grabbed the apple Berdly had given Alphys a few days ago (you know, one of the ones she has literally never eaten X) ), held it up, and started talking.

"Hey, idiot."

Kris didn't look up.

"HEY IDIOT!"

Kris still didn't look up!

"KRIS!"

Kris looked up. Susie rolled her eyes and showed all of her horrible and very cool teeth.

"Nice shampoo. Apple flavor, right? Better be careful about wearing that around me."

Then she BIT THE WHOLE APPLE IN HALF! Including the core. She even ate the seeds, which, um, contain arsenic if you didn't know. X) Don't eat those Susie... anyway, Kris didn't react, so she continued.

"Keep smelling like apples... you might end up like this."

Kris didn't react.

"Bitten..." she pointed to the apple. "InHALF."

There was like, the MOST awkward silence... and then...

Snickering.

But it wasn't Susie...

No, it was Kris, just barely stifling some laugh.

Did they think that was some kind of weird joke...? X)

WHATEVER it was, Susie must have thought she was getting made fun of, because she immediately just LAUNCHED the apple right at kris.

But, Kris, with their gamer reaction speed X) Held up their notebook like a shield and blocked it diagonally, bouncing it into the air...

And actually CAUGHT the apple.

...

Then took a bite out of it.

Gosh, though, did that make Susie mad.

"You little..."

She ran over and grabbed Kris by the hair, staring into their face. REALLY close. I froze. I knew that if I didn't do anything, Kris would get hurt, or worse, but something inside me just... froze! I just stood there, holding my breath. And Susie kept talking.

"One day, your mom's gonna get sick of you, you little freak. And as soon as that happens..."

Susie laughed. I felt genuinely sick.

"Someone might make you disappear. And she'll finally realize how happy she was without you."

But after all that,

Kris didn't say anything at all.

Susie EXPLODED.

"SAY SOMETHING, YOU IDIOT!!!"

It felt like her voice echoed around the room forever.

Then, when it finally went quiet,

Kris's mouth looked like it moved.

To be honest, moved so slightly, I couldn't even tell if they said something, or what, but whatever it was, Susie's attitude... suddenly completely changed.

She let go of Kris, backing off quickly, then left the room in such a hurry, she easily would have won today's "leaving first" race.

I REALLY wish I could have seen her reaction, but I was so scared she would see me that I literally just jumped into my locker X)

In the end all I could see through the little slats was her shape from behind, going towards the entrance of the school with her head held low.

Finally, I heard the entrance door close.

I sighed, and suddenly all that frozen feeling that had built up in my chest flew out of my body all at once. "Holy cheese and crackers!" I said to myself. I almost started laughing from relief.

Then suddenly, my locker's door flung open.

Kris was standing there.

I started to stutter hello, and they just slowly, slowly shut the door on me and left.

WELL...

THAT JUST HAPPENED. LOL X)

I ordered apple shampoo, maybe if I wear it too she won't bother Kris as much X))))))))))"

#deltarune #deltarune susie #deltarune kris #noelle deltarune

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weabooweedwitch · 2 years

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People with narcissism don't accept blame for things becaue a) the idea that they're imperfect or have made a mistake causes them intense shame and b) they lack empathy for the people around them and don't genuinely care about how their behavior impacts others. It sounds like generally your mom is more interested in getting herself out of the hot seat than actually addressing any issues you're having which must be super frustrating to deal with :(

I just, I dunno I'm on the fence because like, she really has tried to do a lot for me? Working hard to support me and my sister growing up, fighting to try and get me good doctors and try different medicines, taking me to therapy, all sorts of stuff, and I think, I dunno, if she really had NPD would she have done all that for me?

But then you compare that to "one time when I was a minor I got mad and told my mom that after I told my therapist a lot about her that they agreed she was abusive and now she doesn't want me seeing that therapist anymore because 'they don't have a right to speak to me about her like that'" and it's. Conflicting, you know. I remember there were times growing up where I felt like, at least I was feeling hurt enough to feel like, that her love was conditional, depending on me obeying her and agreeing with her, and that she cared more about me listening to her than what I wanted to do

Like you can tell her no and she'll ask a few more times in differently aggressive ways rather than just give up? Just to wear you down? I literally had a therapist tell me "yeah, she straight up badgers you until you feel too bad to say no". Like she would literally text me saying to get her a glass of water saying she had a headache. She has fibromyalgia so on and off or depending on the meds these headaches could be CONSTANT. And I get she couldn't help it but these texts for extremely small, minor favors were nonstop. I grew up like one of those kids whose parents call them in from the other room to fetch them the remote that's just slightly out of reach.

And I'd say "mom these tasks are genuinely so small that it makes me upset you want me to completely drop what I'm doing and do them for you" nd she would just quip back something like "its such an easy thing to do, why won't you do it for me" and she literally still does this to this day and to be honest sometimes she'll start saying "hey can you do me a fav--" and I interrupt her mid sentence because I've told her, I've literally honest to God told her, to never ask me for any favors besides like chores because she has asked me for so much over the years that her asking me literally anything can make me absolutely furious

And of course she still does it. And of course it's always stupid bullshit she can do herself but just doesn't want to. Its like I'm being fucking obedience-tested? And I don't think she realizes I'm legitimately, legitimately, as much as it hurts to say, losing the ability to love her? I just look at her sometimes and I just feel. Such anger and disappointment. Such disappointment. Did I, uh, ever tell you guys I basically don't speak to my sister anymore, and it's partially because I just can't deal with both her and my mom right now.

Like, back on track I guess but, I dunno i don't think she completely lacks empathy but there's something wrong here. Years ago when me, my mom, my sister, and my grandmother were all under the same roof we would kind of all tell her "yeah mom you DO do this thing/hurt our feelings/made a mistake" and she would just say we were ganging up on her? Literally saying "you're ganging up on me"

Anyways I'm just. Burnt out. I always have to yield to her and if I don't then it's harder on me. But I'm losing so much respect for myself and my own autonomy when I'm just constantly having to just bowl over because it's easier than setting boundaries. It's bad enough to be mentally ill and think so poorly of yourself or think your opinions don't matter, but the pain of a parent enforcing that is just... it's a lot. She tells me she loves me but I can only speculate how much, you know 😔

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I just woke up, and I'm still processing things. I think I was always prepared for what it is, but I didn't realize how much I still wasn't ready to give up on Roosmav.

I think...I've invested too much in this, and I don't want to give up. I don't know how to move forward, but I just want to say that anything I do henceforth is just because I want to have friends who know my experience.

I do want to start with saying that I was having a months-long manic-depressive episode last year (then undiagnosed, because mental health is not something that is acceptably discussed or handled well in Asian households). I talked about something that was stressing me out in the comments of Fopps' Cascading Ruins, which was why I commented late on some of its middle chapters. They were personal things that were already there, before I even ever joined the Roosmav server, and it wasn't the fault of anyone there, or anything that happened there, that I exhibited some very paranoid, out-of-character, and quite literally insane behaviors.

I'm glad that I wrote this here, July 22, 2022, before I think I ever even joined the Roosmav server. The "personal rough patch" was what had been stressing me out the entire time, and caused me to exhibit some very paranoid behaviors, which unfortunately affected the way that I would speak to people, even in private.

I didn't talk about this, but I used to privately tell people that I couldn't stand bottom!Bradley, bottom!Bradley made Maverick predatory to me, and I was glad they weren't writing it, etc., which was absolutely insane behavior, and I know that it made people uncomfortable. I wish I could apologize directly to them for it, but I will just do it here. This was why I am glad that Dodo interacted with some of my posts, because she was one of the people who I used to complain about bottom!Bradley to, and I hope she at least knows I have changed.

I think...I might start directly reaching out to people. I didn't do it before this entire year because I felt it would be a betrayal of the Roosmav server, and that was the one thing I had kept in my mind the whole time - I don't want anything I do to be combative to them. Beyond the first couple of months, I never reached out to anyone else, and focused solely on just trying to contribute to Roosmav.

The person last year was a crazy person that people knew, and I can't take it back. I know for many people, I'm defined forever by that person I was for four months on there, and I'm very sorry that's the only person they ever knew.

I don't have anything against anyone involved in the decision-making, and I will always be thankful that they gave me a happy place to be in a very dark time in my personal life. I'm sincerely sorry that my personal issues bled over to how I behaved in a fun fandom space and made them uncomfortable. It wasn't anyone's fault but my own, but I guess I'm not ready to give up...I think I am ready to be completely honest about who I am and what I've been through to others, though.

I've included a link to some details of my sexual harassment and blackmail case, unrelated to fandom, which caused a lot of my mentally-distressed state. I did try to talk about it at the time, but I think it came off as something I was making up, which kills me...so I'm really glad that I did allude to it in the comments of Cascading Ruins. This was the most important comment that I have ever made in Roosmav.

#personal

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rebelyelll · 1 year

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Chapter 4 Author's Notes

Bet you were thinking I wasn't going to introduce a JoJo character. Well, think again. This chapter primarily focuses on Joliet, who is the deuteragonist in Whiplash.

The original concept for her came about around the same time that I was still fleshing Leon out, which was just last year. Now, this is going to sound a little silly, but originally she was his crush (instead of Roxette). And they did have a "thing", but he just returned from being expelled from a private school, and she flew in from studying abroad. So, there was a buildup of sorts taking place.

Yeah, this was a completely different story lmao. (It wasn't Cyberpunk at all.)

And to be fair, I did like it, but I gave it the axe after realizing that the characters were better suited to an AU than a canon after-story.

Fun fact: Joliet's original name was Juliet Renaud, the daughter of a wealthy lawyer, who was literally the character archetype of "I forbid you of ever seeing that boy again", but as the comic relief. She was also a painter. This is something I wanted to expand on in the canon universe for her, but decided to ditch the concept for the sake of not bogging down the rewritten draft.

Joliet's stand

Last year, I had the toughest time coming up with an idea for what I wanted her stand to be. At first, I wanted to relate it to her painting skills, but ultimately decided against it. Since I gave Rebel Yell different abilities, I was like: "Hey, I can recycle this idea and pass it down to her instead." It was an ability similar to Achtung Baby, except it would make the user blend into their environment like a chameleon.

Her stand was going to be obtained somehow, but I just...never got that far with fleshing out the details. This is where I was stuck for a long time. In Chapter 4 of Whiplash, we do get a glimpse of her stand for a brief moment, but what it does is yet to be revealed.

Edguy's First Appearance

Okay. I know what you may be thinking: who the hell is this weirdo? And what role does he play in the story? To be honest, I'm still working on the details myself. Although, I believe I have a firm grip on what part I want him to play. Obviously, in this scene where Geil's gang manage to incapacitate Joliet, he is seen as their lieutenant of sorts.

You may have questions, like: "Why did he tell them to get rid of her if she's so valuable to keep around? She's the princess, isn't she?" Well, yes. She is. But this is where Edguy's role will truly begin to shine the deeper we get into the story.

The Junkyard Scene

This has to be my most favorite scene in the chapter! Tenmei's POV? Oh, wow! Say it isn't so! AND we get a glimpse of what his stand can do? No way!

Yes way. Though he hasn't explained what it can do thoroughly, I thought I'd give the readers a bit of a taste of what it's abilities are. It also plays a vital role in this scene between him and Joliet. I couldn't think of a better way for him to lug an android around. Having a backpack with a seemingly infinite amount of space just feels like the best way to handle it.

Something that sort of inspired it was the scene at the beginning of Alita. I mean, I'm hopeful that it gives off those vibes lol. Either way, whether it does or doesn't, I am so proud of this scene. I will admit that the part where Tenmei calls the thing he's searching for a "30B model transistor" was just me fucking around with labels. Such a thing doesn't really exist lol.

Chapter 4 References

Joliet -- Namesake: I named her after a town in Illinois, where my younger sister used to live.

Ultravox Shoe Dept. -- Namesake: Ultravox, a British New Wave band.

Edguy -- Namesake: A German heavy metal band.

The junkyard scene -- it's there partly in reference to Alita: Battle Angel.

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jingle1jangle2 · 1 year

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[This is a private post. Only friends can see this.]

So, that new girl I keep talking about?

She really, really, REALLY hates Kris.

Like, you're not going to believe what happened today. lol

After a while, Susie got up, knocking her chair over. She jumped into Ms. Alphys's seat and put her shoes up on the desk, getting dirt everywhere. (I just know I'm going to have to clean that. X) )

She grabbed the apple Berdly had given Alphys a few days ago (you know, one of the ones she has literally never eaten X) ), held it up, and started talking.

"Hey, idiot."

Kris didn't look up.

"HEY IDIOT!"

Kris still didn't look up!

"KRIS!"

Kris looked up. Susie rolled her eyes and showed all of her horrible and very cool teeth.

"Nice shampoo. Apple flavor, right? Better be careful about wearing that around me."

"Keep smelling like apples... you might end up like this."

Kris didn't react.

"Bitten..." she pointed to the apple. "In HALF."

There was like, the MOST awkward silence... and then...

Snickering.

But it wasn't Susie...

No, it was Kris, just barely stifling some laugh.

Did they think that was some kind of weird joke...? X)

WHATEVER it was, Susie must have thought she was getting made fun of, because she immediately just LAUNCHED the apple right at kris.

But, Kris, with their gamer reaction speed X) Held up their notebook like a shield and blocked it diagonally, bouncing it into the air...

And actually CAUGHT the apple.

...

Then took a bite out of it.

Gosh, though, did that make Susie mad.

"You little..."

"One day, your mom's gonna get sick of you, you little freak. And as soon as that happens..."

Susie laughed. I felt genuinely sick.

"Someone might make you disappear. And she'll finally realize how happy she was without you."

But after all that,

Kris didn't say anything at all.

Susie EXPLODED.

"SAY SOMETHING, YOU IDIOT!!!"

It felt like her voice echoed around the room forever.

Then, when it finally went quiet,

Kris's mouth looked like it moved.

To be honest, moved so slightly, I couldn't even tell if they said something, or what, but whatever it was, Susie's attitude... suddenly completely changed.

She let go of Kris, backing off quickly, then left the room in such a hurry, she easily would have won today's "leaving first" race.

I REALLY wish I could have seen her reaction, but I was so scared she would see me that I literally just jumped into my locker X)

In the end all I could see through the little slats was her shape from behind, going towards the entrance of the school with her head held low.

Finally, I heard the entrance door close.

I sighed, and suddenly all that frozen feeling that had built up in my chest flew out of my body all at once. "Holy cheese and crackers!" I said to myself. I almost started laughing from relief.

Then suddenly, my locker's door flung open.

Kris was standing there.

I started to stutter hello, and they just slowly, slowly shut the door on me and left.

WELL...

THAT JUST HAPPENED. LOL X)

I ordered apple shampoo, maybe if I wear it too she won't bother Kris as much X))))))))))

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hollidaygirl1225 · 2 years

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So, that new girl I keep talking about?

She really, really, REALLY hates Kris.

Like, you're not going to believe what happened today. lol

After a while, Susie got up, knocking her chair over. She jumped into Ms. Alphys's seat and put her shoes up on the desk, getting dirt everywhere. (I just know I'm going to have to clean that. X) )

She grabbed the apple Berdly had given Alphys a few days ago (you know, one of the ones she has literally never eaten X) ), held it up, and started talking.

"Hey, idiot."

Kris didn't look up.

"HEY IDIOT!"

Kris still didn't look up!

"KRIS!"

Kris looked up. Susie rolled her eyes and showed all of her horrible and very cool teeth.

"Nice shampoo. Apple flavor, right? Better be careful about wearing that around me."

"Keep smelling like apples... you might end up like this."

Kris didn't react.

"Bitten..." she pointed to the apple. "In HALF."

There was like, the MOST awkward silence... and then...

Snickering.

But it wasn't Susie...

No, it was Kris, just barely stifling some laugh.

Did they think that was some kind of weird joke...? X)

WHATEVER it was, Susie must have thought she was getting made fun of, because she immediately just LAUNCHED the apple right at kris.

But, Kris, with their gamer reaction speed X) Held up their notebook like a shield and blocked it diagonally, bouncing it into the air...

And actually CAUGHT the apple.

...

Then took a bite out of it.

Gosh, though, did that make Susie mad.

"You little..."

"One day, your mom's gonna get sick of you, you little freak. And as soon as that happens..."

Susie laughed. I felt genuinely sick.

"Someone might make you disappear. And she'll finally realize how happy she was without you."

But after all that,

Kris didn't say anything at all.

Susie EXPLODED.

"SAY SOMETHING, YOU IDIOT!!!"

It felt like her voice echoed around the room forever.

Then, when it finally went quiet,

Kris's mouth looked like it moved.

To be honest, moved so slightly, I couldn't even tell if they said something, or what, but whatever it was, Susie's attitude... suddenly completely changed.

She let go of Kris, backing off quickly, then left the room in such a hurry, she easily would have won today's "leaving first" race.

I REALLY wish I could have seen her reaction, but I was so scared she would see me that I literally just jumped into my locker X)

In the end all I could see through the little slats was her shape from behind, going towards the entrance of the school with her head held low.

Finally, I heard the entrance door close.

I sighed, and suddenly all that frozen feeling that had built up in my chest flew out of my body all at once. "Holy cheese and crackers!" I said to myself. I almost started laughing from relief.

Then suddenly, my locker's door flung open.

Kris was standing there.

I started to stutter hello, and they just slowly, slowly shut the door on me and left.

WELL...

THAT JUST HAPPENED. LOL X)

I ordered apple shampoo, maybe if I wear it too she won't bother Kris as much X))))))))))

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