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──⯎ ˙⛸ ̟ on thin ice
엔하이픈 | Enhypen | Park Sunghoon
──Pairing: skater!sunghoon x afab skater!reader
──Genre: angst, fluff, smut
──Synopsis: You've been paired with a new skating partner right before competition. The two of you work well on the ice but off ice, all you do is argue. One day, an argument leads to a heartfelt confession... and more...
──Warnings: cursing, fighting, unprotected sex, size kink, soft dom!hoon,
──A/N: erm... so this is my first time writing something spicy so I'm kinda nervous. I hope its not too bad lol. Please lmk if I could improve this kind of writing in any way. My messages are always open
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You would have never imagined that skating with the infamous Park Sunghoon would have lead you here- waking up in someone else’s apartment, wearing clothes that weren’t yours.
The past month had been busy with skating practice. Your coach stuck you with a new skating partner, making you have to adapt to his unique skating style only a few weeks before competition.
Your coach had forced the two of you to hang out off ice often to bond since pair skating needed a real connection between partners. Trust. This was the most important value your coach was working on with you two. You needed to be able to trust that he would never hurt you purposefully. That was kind of a difficult thing to entrust on the Park Sunghoon. He was a short tempered person- he was known for losing his cool with his other skating partners. Hence why you were sceptical about skating with him but your coach insisted. She said that you two were a perfect match.
She may have been right though, There was something about the way you and Sunghoon just seemed to click on the ice. Off ice was a different story.You tried your best to get along with him but he was snarky and rude. Now you understood why he didn't get along with past partners.
“You guys get along so well.” Your coach claimed, one day, cupping her face in awe. You turned to her with a look of genuine shock and confusion. She let out a fake sob, wiping away an imaginary tear. “I’m so proud.” She turned toward you, her eyes pure, assuring you that she wasn’t lying. “What’s with the look dear?”
“Ah, I’m just confused. What do you mean? We get along horribly!” You flung your hands up dramatically. Your coach just laughed.
“Oh dear y/n, you may not see it but I do. I’ve been coaching this prick since the beginning.”
“I’m afraid I still don’t understand.” You said causing your coach to let out a reminiscent sigh.
“You see, y/n,” she motioned for you to come closer, cupping a hand to her mouth. “Sunghoon has never been able to successfully skate with any of his past partners. It frustrated him and he would lash out- calling out every mistake his partner would make and arguing even more off the ice.” You pressed your lips into a small o before your face returned to a confused expression again.
“But…” You started, biting softly at your bottom lip. “We argue a lot off ice too. Aren’t you the least bit worried?”
“Not at all. You two don’t argue nearly as much as the last girl. And he’s so gentle when he does correct you.” As she rambled, you saw Sunghoon approaching from behind her. You tried your best to shoosh her by putting a finger to your lips. “And the way Sunghoon looks at you…” She said longingly, rocking on her heels. You dropped your head in defeat when Sunghoon snapped his neck toward you and your coach. When you looked back up, he was there towering over you with a disappointed look.
“You called?” He asked sarcastically, glaring down at you through his dark bangs.
“We were talking about our partnership.” You deadpanned, crossing your arms. A look of shock washed over Sunghoons face before returning to his usual cold glare. Your coach slinked away, not wanting to be in between yet another fight.
“A-are we ending the partnership?” Sunghoon stuttered, trying to hold back a worried tone.
“I dunno… it’s not completely off the table yet so…” You trailed off, causing Sunghoon to bite his lower lip.
“So then you’re considering it?” He asked anxiously. He never acted this way normally. It was almost as if he didn’t want you to leave. “But we’ve been doing so well recently!”
“Sunghoon, nothing is set in stone right now-”
“You’ve never had a partner like me though. Coach told me that you, too, have never been able to connect with any of your partners.” This set something off in your brain. Like stepping on a twig, you snapped.
“Why do you always make things about you? Seriously, not everything is about you, Park Sunghoon! Grow the fuck up!” Sunghoon flinched at your sudden yelling. He stared at you in shock. When he didn’t respond, you mumbled, “Maybe breaking off this partnership would be a good idea.” You turned of your heels to leave.
“Wait, no!: He yelled desperately, reaching his hand out but ultimately pulling it back before you could see.
“What do you mean, ‘no’” You hissed, exaggerating every word. Sunghoon tried to speak but his words were caught in his throat. In his desperation he had trapped himself in a corner. “Hurry up and spit it out. Remember, our partnership is on the line and my patience is running out.”
“Fuck, fine. I don’t want to end our partnership.” He admitted, throwing his hands up in defeat. Your face softened as you realized that maybe, just maybe, he actually cared. “We’ve been doing so well on the ice. We can’t give up right before competition.” Your expression quickly hardened again.
“You only care about this stupid competition! You don’t care about me at all!” You shouted, pointing at him.
“No, y/n, listen.” He said sternly. His eyebrows furrowed when you didn’t listen and continued to yell.
“You’re using me so you can make it to the top!” You poked his chest repeatedly as you spat hollow accusations. Sunghoon clenched his fists, trying not to get angered by your meaningless words. “You never gave a shit!”
“That’s not-”
“That’s not what, Sunghoon? Tell me why i shouldn’t end this partnership right now.” You demanded making him gulp.
“Please, y/n, you’ve been the first partner I’ve ever trusted this much-” He said, becoming vulnerable before being interrupted by you again.
“Trust!? You wanna talk about fucking trust right now!?” You laughed in disbelief. “I can’t even try to trust you when all you do is argue with me!”
“Then let me help you trust me.” Sunghoon proposed seriously. There was no deceit in his tone.
“W-what?” You stuttered with wide eyes.
“Let me prove to you that you can trust me- that I would never do anything to hurt you.” He said with sincerity laced in his words. He stepped forward, taking your hand in his. “I swear I care about you and not just competition so please give me this chance to make everything up to you.”
“How do you plan on doing that? That’s a big promise, Hoon.” You poke your tongue into the side of your cheek trying to keep your stern expression. The way he held your hand, though- you couldn’t help but give into his now warm gaze.
His heart melted at the nickname you gave him. He stepped closer and tucked a stray hair behind your ear before leaning in to whisper in your ear. “Take off your skates and meet me in my car in 5. Then you’ll find out.” He gave a caring smile before leaving the building.
You didn’t hesitate to rip off your skates like they were filled with bugs. You tossed your stuff into your bag before leaving the building too. You stepped outside and looked around for Sunghoons car. Thankfully it was very hard to spot since his was the only car aside from your own.
When you got to his car and hopped into the passenger seat, he turned to smirk at you with his chin resting in his palm. Your breath hitches as he leans closer to you.
"I knew I wouldn't have to wait long." He says, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. "Can I just kiss you already?" You nod furiously making him chuckle before lightly placing his lips over yours. Sunghoons lips were soft and gentle- the complete opposite of what you expected.
He took his sweet time exploring your mouth as if it would be his last time. His hand found it's way to your chin, tilting it up to gain better access to you. Sunghoon hungrily nips at your lips, wanting more. You grab onto his shirt, whining into the kiss. He squeezes your waist and slightly groans at the feeling of vibration on his lips.
Not too long after, you were on your way to his apartment. You were still in the passenger seat of Sunghoons car with his hand on your thigh, rubbing small circles on your soft skin. The moment felt surreal. You had never seen this side of Park Sunghoon. It was like he was a whole different person but honestly, you were liking the change of events.
As soon as you arrived at his apartment, Sunghoons lustful lips met yours again. You were pushed against the wall, one of Sunghoons hands on your waist and the other lost in your silky hair.
You pull away momentarily causing him to lean towards you, attempting to chase your lips. You put a hand on his chin to lightly push him away, giggling at his actions. "Was this really your master plan for trying to get me to believe you?" You chuckle as he sulks, trying to take your hand off his chin.
"It's working thought, is it not?" He smirks, sliding his hand from your waist into your pants and down to your already soaked panties. Your ears redden as you turn your head, avoiding his gaze. "Is that a yes?" He repeats, pressing his index finger against your clothed pussy.
"Fuck- then you better convince me real good." You demand through clenched teeth, snaking both your arms around his neck and pulling his face back down to your own. He hungrily kisses you, leading you blindly to his room where he pushes you to sit on the bed.
You run your hands up and down his torso as he leaves marks all over your neck. He takes off his shirt and begins tugging at the zipper of your tight skating jacket, urging you to do the same. Sunghoon stares down at you with his hands on your waist. You can see the prominent bulge in his pants grow. He can't take his eyes off you.
"You're so beautiful, fuck, princess." He hisses, palming himself through his pants. You reach down, removing his hand and replacing it with your own. A groan escapes his lips. "Your hand feels so much better than mine." He sighs, letting his head drop onto your shoulder. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, kissing and nipping at your skin.
He mumbles something onto your skin, making you unable to hear him. You take your hand off his pants and push his forehead forcing him to look at you. He groans at the loss of physical touch. Sunghoon doesn't look into your eyes, instead he can only stare at your lips- your faces only centimeters apart.
"What'd you say?" You whisper against his lips.
"I said, I've been waiting for this moment for so long." He smiles softly before landing his lips on yours while his hand finds its way to the waistband of your pants, sliding them down your thighs. You do the same, helping him remove his pants. The pace of his passionate kisses slow down as he feels every inch of your body. His plump lips move in such a way that no longer feels like lust but rather that he's drunk in love.
His breath gets caught in his throat when he feels you tug down his boxers, freeing his painfully hard cock. It's big and has a nice girth to it. The tip is red and swollen, already leaking pre cum. You wrap your slim fingers around him, moving your hand up and down his shaft. He quickly remembers you calling him selfish earlier and grabs your wrist, removing your hand from him. The sudden desire to please you washes over ever part of him. Your panties are pushed to the side as Sunghoons fingers gently caress your folds, collecting your arousal. You hiss at the sudden contact. He then brings his hand to his length, stroking and rubbing your juices onto his cock. This elicits a groan from Hoon- his dick now aching to have more of you.
"Are you- um.. are you ready, princess?" You nod, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to your small figure. He took his bottom lip between his teeth as he pushed his tip against your entrance. A whine escaped your lips. You close your eyes, anticipating the feeling of being stuffed with his cock.
And that's just what he did. He slowly pushed more into you, asking every few seconds if you were doing okay. Giggles filled the room when Sunghoon asked for the nth time.
"Why are you so nervous all of a sudden, Hoonie?" You asked stifling laughs.
"You're just so perfect- I don't want to mess this up." He explained in a low voice, covering his face with one of his shaky hands.
"Look at me," you demand, propping yourself up on your elbows and bringing your lips close to his ear. "I want you to fuck me so hard I won't be able to skate tomorrow." You whisper in a low hushed voice.
Sunghoon groans before pushing the rest of his length into you, almost bottoming out completely- he couldn't help himself. A muffled moan slipped past your slightly parted lips.
"Shit you feel... mmh... s-so good." He says through clenched teeth. "Tell me what you need from me. I want you to trust me, princess." He whispers, leaning down to kiss your neck. Your heart warms hearing his selfless desires; putting your feelings before his own.
"Hoon, please move." You whine grasping at his soft hair and moving your head to the side, giving him full access of your exposed neck.
He groans at the nickname you gave him. He begins pushing in and out of you with slow, sensual trusts. He sighs in satisfaction, dropping his head on your shoulder.
A deep moan erupts from your throat. Your face contorts from the pain and pleasure of being filled with Sunghoons cock. Though, he still handles you delicately, which is too slow and soft for your liking.
You bring your hand to cup his flushed cheek. "I told you to fuck me until I can't walk, not fuck me like I'm made of glass." Your thumb rubs circles on the soft skin of his cheek.
"Are you sure you can handle that?" He asks, not meaning to sound intimidating, though it comes off that way.
You snake your hand from his cheek to the back of his neck and pull his face close to yours. "Don't underestimate me."
Sunghoons eyes widen at your response. Like a switch has been flipped, his hips start moving on their own. One of his large hands grip your waist as his pace quickens. He grunts, clamping his eyes shut. You gasp in surprise by his sudden actions and by instinct you grip his shoulders harshly, digging your nails into his skin. He hisses before crashing his lips onto yours, presumably to muffle his own moans.
You bring one of your hands up to weave your fingers through the boys dark locks. The sounds of muffled moans and skin slapping fill the room making both you and Sunghoon dizzy.
He pulls away as he runs out of breath, gasping for air. His gasps mixed with desperate moans fill your ears. Your cheeks flush at the thought that he was in so much bliss that he was nearly whining from your touch. His brows were scrunched together as his mouth hung slightly open. You never would have expected that a guy as cold as Sunghoon would be this needy in bed.
You groaned out his name as he pressed his hips forward, burying himself deeper inside your cunt, his larger body towering over you.
"Shit- was that good? Did that feel good?" He asked, trying with all his power to keep his head up to look at your beautiful face. You knew he was trying to sound sexy but he sounded more genuinely concerned than anything. It was endearing that he cared so much about how he was making you feel. Looking back, he had always been this way. Always reassuring you when you did difficult stunts on the ice; he would always make sure you were ready before attempting anything too difficult. He was definitely the type of guy you could fall in love with.
"Hoon, feels s'good..." You groan, tugging lightly at his scalp. He gasps at the pain your fingers cause as he's forced to look down at your smaller figure. Though he urges you to continue pulling at his hair, and you do just that, earning more whines from him.
Sunghoon drops his head onto your shoulder, unable to hold it up any longer. His body drapes over your own so your chests are touching. You could feel him shaking above you like his arms were about to give out at any second. You could tell he was getting closer as his moans became higher in pitch with every thrust of his hips.
"Yn-" he calls your name through a choked gasp.
"Yes, Hoonie?" You answer, lifing his chin so he can look you in the eyes. He bit down on his bottom lip. His damp hair was stuck to his forehead, half pushed to the side in a weak attempt to keep it out of his face. His dark eyebrows furrowed together from the pleasurable bliss you made him feel. He looked like he was in heaven.
"I- ah!" He chokes back moans, trying to form a full sentence but clearly failing to do so. You know what he was trying to say though. You could already tell he was close and so were you. "I'm... cumming..." Oh shit. He was closer than you thought. "Oh fuck... oh- fuck!"
Before you could think, he was already spurting ropes of thick cum, painting your insides white. Sunghoon was whining uncontrollably, burying his face in the crook of your neck. In a quick attempt to silence his noises, he decides to bite down on the soft skin of your neck. A loud moan slips past your lips as you feel your own high rip through you. You claw at his back, leaving many scratch marks that you profusely apologized about later.
Sunghoon continued to piston in and out of your warm pussy sloppily until the very end of your climax. Then he collapses next to you, huffing and panting like he had run a marathon. His arms snake around you to hug your small body from the side. He dips his head down to the crook of your neck, panting soft kisses.
"Shit, Hoon," You jolt upright. "I gotta get home and I don't have my car-"
"Just stay the night then." He replies nonchalantly.
"What?"
"Stay." He groans, pulling you back down to lay next to him. After giving it some thought, you nod hesitantly. You lay back down, scooting back into his embrace. "I really do love you, y'know." Hoon's smooth voice rings through your ears.
"Me too." You say without bothering to look at him.
"Are you being serious?" He asks genuinely, sitting up quickly. His eyes were wide with what was perhaps a relieved expression.
You turn around to look him in the eyes, reaching a hand up to cup his cheek before reassuring him. "Yes, Hoon. I love you." You chuckle as he lays back down next to you, leaving many happy kisses all over your pretty face.
In the morning, you woke up in an almost unfamiliar room. Though, it wasn't really unfamiliar after you remembered what had happened the night prior. Now you remembered where you were. That's how you ended up in Park Sunghoons bed.
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Bad dog
"No! Bad! Bad dog... bad boy!" jesus, now he's drinking water from the puddle. If anybody sees this I don't know how I'm gonna be explaining this
You see. The guy drinking from the puddle is... my bestfriend Finn. We have been the best mates since forever. I have been in love with him platonically, but he was definitely straight. I think he knows about me being gay, but he never asked and I never had the guts to tell him.
Today we went to the park. He brought along his dog, Max. Max is the cutest Dobrman I know. Most of the time his is cautious, alert and protecting Finn, but when he is with us, he is enjoying the attention I give him. I always rub him behind his ear, but what he loves the most are belly rubs.
We were just sitting on the ground at the edge of the park. No one in sight. Finn was shirtless, just in his shorts. I was a bit suspicious that he was commando, by the visibility of his bulge. Not like it would mean anything to me. Max was happy as always. Finn was pensive and then kept talking about his new girl crush which I didn't really pay much attention too. Not like he does pay attention to anything I say. He noticed me, not listening and said:"You might as well spend time just with him. You're completely ignoring me today."
"Max here is actually appreciating me and being a great friend. Maybe you two should exchange places." I said jokingly
But out of nowhere. Max dropped down growled and started barking at the two of us. He never did that. I was a bit scared to be honest, but he didn't seem like he would attack us. At the corner of my eye, I also noticed Finn running away from us, dropping down his shorts.
"Where the fuck are you going?! Finn!!! Come back"
He was running around. Completely naked. I looked around, but there were still no people in sight, thankfully. What would they think if they saw him now. What has gotten into him?
Now he got on the ground and grabbed a branch. With his teeth. Has he gone completely mental? Then I realised. That's not possible. I said that as a joke. But when I look at Max, who was now nodding his head, I froze. No way. The really exchanges bodies.
Finn now headed towards the puddle to drink from it. It was funny to see my bestfriend act like a dog, but if I let him keep going, he would hurt his owner's body.
"Bad! Bad dog... bad boy! Stop it!" he stopped, looked at me and ran away from the puddle and headed back to the tree where we sat originally. He must be slowly figuring it out that he is human now. Because he started using his hands as a human would. Swinging from branches and so on. Not like feet.
I ran to him. Grabbed the shorts he took of and tried to get them on him. The best I could do was to get them just above his ankles. He sat down and sticked out his tongue and started hyperventilating. Some manners are harder to let go off, I guess.
"Ok, Max. I know that's you. Do you understand me? Please try to say yes"
"A bark-like noise came out of his throat."
"No, Max. You have to use your voice now. You're a human. Say yes or no. Do you understand?"
After some bad attemps he managed to say:"yy..... yes"
"Good boy. Now. I need you to stop running ok? You are Finn now and Finn wouldn't do that. You have to act like a human now. Ok?"
"No" he answered, but sounded more confident now. He stopped hyperventilating and sat up
"Max. Please don't make this hard for me." as I spoke to Max, I also noticed that Finn has disapeared. Fuck, another problem to solve.
He hesitated and then started speaking:"You want Max. Not Finn. I Finn now"
"No Max. I like both of you. You are his very good dog and he is my very good friend. I love you both and I want you two to be ok."
"I am both now. Good dog and good Finn"
"Max... It's not like that"
"You can rub me like before. On the belly. Please"
Fuck. What the hell do I do? I am horny as fuck to have any experience with Finn, but this feels wrong. So wrong that I was now watching my own body getting closer to Max and rubbing his abs. And by the look in his eyes and now even a smile, I think he likes it. As I was slowly enyoing his well sculpted abs, his dick was getting hard. He definitely noticed, bcause he now tried to get over my leg to hump me.
"No, Max. Stop. Humans do this diferently than dogs. You're human now"
"I saw Finn with a girl many times. I'll do what she did to him." he got over me and unzipped my pants. How the fuck did he get the hang of being a human so soon? He licked his lips and took out my hard dick. I can't believe my wildest dreams are about to become real. He put his lips over the head of my cock and got down. His hand gripping the base of my dick. His other hand got my hand and he squeezed it. Did he just think about that or was this inside Finn's mind? Like some sort of muscle memory. This is amazing. I shot my load really quickly inside of his mouth. I wasn't used to being blowed. Like... ever
He got back on his back and said:"Do me now." I didn't take a second to think about it. I kissed his pecks, my left hand grpping his dick and jerking it. My right carefully protecting his abs form being alone without my touch. I smelled his armpits. He smelled just the way I was used to. I loved his smell. And I could now smell and even lick his hairy armpits. He was welcoming me to do that. Fucking amazing
I started sucking him off. He worked his ass like a pro and kept thrusting into my mouth, his hand in my hair, gripping it. Fucking amazing I tell you. He shot the cum in my mouth and I swallowed it entirely.
I just gave blow job to Finn. I was mesmerized that I looked at Finn and started making ouit with him. He returned the favour and kiss me back. Very passionately.
We were interrupted by the park guard, holding the leash with Max on the other end.
Ok, so we might have a lifelong ban to enter the park, but this day brought us some new experiences. First of all, I got to suck the man of my dreams and now it seems we'll be doing way. Second, Finn probably remembers being a human, but sometimes his animal urges take over. On the way back home he even tried to run after a squirrel. Crazy right?
And third of all, Max really enjoys being human. He really got the hang of it and now is doing an amazing job being Finn. And he is a very romantic boyfriend.
What is weird is his afinity for the Dobrman's. Like today he said he borught one of his friends he knows from the park. He spoke to the dog whole afternoon. But as long as I get to have my new boyfriend, I don't really care
Wait? Do you think they might think about swapping the other dog with someone too? That would be cool, having two great ex-dog friends. Well, depends on who are they gonna choose as the next person.
"Oh, hey Max. What are you...?" and then darkness
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heyyyy may i request a dom minji x loser nerdy gp reader? tganks!
hopefully you like it :)
My fav Nerd
Minji X nerdy! G!P Reader
Warnings: SMUT; g!p Reader
wc: 2k
One Shot:
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Sighing, I closed my eyes, only to immediately feel an elbow jabbing into my side. My eyes widened in shock as I glanced at the person next to me.
It was Kim Minji, one of the most famous people at our college, and we were working on this project together. Since we were both coincidentally absent that day due to illness (though Minji was probably just skipping), the professor had assigned us as a team. Minji looked at me. "I know it's deadly boring, but you can't doze off here," she said, continuing to doodle in her notebook.
"Sorry. I was up all night," I said with a slight laugh, causing Minji to put her pen down. She looked at me, resting her cheek on her hand, and hummed. "You? What were you up to all night?" she asked, a slight grin forming on her face, a certain undertone in her voice.
"Me? Oh, uh... Since the new season of My Hero Academia is coming out, I decided to rewatch everything from the beginning," I replied with a smile. "I always do that when a new season comes out. It's almost like a ritual," I added, feeling more animated as my smile widened.
Minji hummed as she nodded. "A series?" she asked, beginning to scoff. "What else?" she said, her voice quieter now as she rolled her eyes. My smile faded, and my eyes narrowed immediately, causing Minji to stop grinning. "Anime!" I said more seriously. "It's not just a series. It's called anime," I said, shaking my head.
Minji's mouth opened slightly as she looked at me for a while. "You... are you a nerd?" she asked, sounding somewhat surprised, making me roll my eyes immediately. "Why nerd? I just like anime... how does that make me a nerd, exactly?" I asked, frowning, my eyes fixed on Minji.
The black-haired woman beside me chuckled and sat up straight, nodding her head. "You're right," the taller woman said, nodding her head. She hummed as her eyes roamed over my face. "Hey... is it true?" she asked suddenly, which confused me. "Is what true?" I asked, but the black-haired woman simply bit her lip.
"I'm done with this project," Minji suddenly said, and I just nodded in resignation. Understandable. We had been working in her room for several hours already. I stood up from the floor and grabbed my backpack to pack my things.
"Y/n?"
"Hm?"
"Do you like me?"
My eyes widened as I turned my head to the woman who was still sitting on the floor. My breath caught as I just looked down at her. "Want to fuck?"
My eyes widened even more as those words left her mouth. My face flushed instantly, and I could feel my pants getting tighter. I immediately dropped my backpack to the ground and held both hands over my crotch. "W-What? No!" I replied, but my mind screamed at me how stupid I was.
Minji hummed again as she noticed my hand in front of my crotch. She slowly stood up from the floor, tilting her head as she looked down at me. "Really?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.
"No-Yes-No," I said, confused, my face reddening even more. My heart felt like it was about to jump out of my chest as I felt my bulge in my pants growing and even touching my hands that I held in front of me.
Minji laughed a bit. "What's wrong? Are you a virgin?" she asked incredulously, tilting her head. My eyes widened. "What's so wrong about that?!" I asked, now a bit angry, completely forgetting about my bulge as I threw my hands up in the air in disbelief. "What's so bad about it?"
Minji laughed as she wrapped her hands around my neck. My body tensed almost immediately. "Do you want to fuck?" she asked, her voice now softer, more seductive and rough. My mouth opened again, but all I could do was nod. I couldn't lie...
I wanted her.
Minji grinned as she also started nodding. Her body almost pushed me onto her bed. The edge of the bed caused me to sit down on it. "Let's see," the black-haired woman whispered seductively as she slowly dropped to her knees. Her hands at my waistband, she opened the button with just one hand and unzipped it.
My hips lifted from the bed to help her take off my pants, but I didn't know she was also taking off my boxers at the same time. My member immediately sprung up, causing me to pause. My heated member now exposed to the cold air of Minji's room.
"Fuck. Bigger than expected," Minji murmured as she briefly looked up at me before her large hand wrapped around my Cock and began to stroke it gently. My mouth opened, my hands clenching the bedsheets. "Min-Minji," I stuttered as my whole body began to twitch, especially because it was unfamiliar to feel a hand other than mine on my Cock.
Minji chuckled softly as she used her index finger to gather the pre-cum on her finger. I could see her pulling my skin over my pink head repeatedly, leaving it naked shortly after. "So beautiful," she murmured softly as she continued to move her hand agonizingly slowly.
"Minji," I gasped as I looked down at the beautiful woman. She grinned, tilting her head to the side. "Yes? What's wrong?" she asked, laughing softly. She knew exactly what was wrong.
My eyes closed as I bit my lip. "M-More," I said, swallowing my nervousness. "I need more than this," I added, which made Minji hum. "Say please," she demanded, so I opened my eyes and looked at the woman on her knees. A knowing grin on her lips. "Please," I said more quietly, which seemed to satisfy her.
A moan escaped me as I felt her lips on my tip. Shortly after, I felt the warmth enveloping my head. My mouth opened as I leaned back a bit more, my eyes glued to the beautiful woman who was now starting to suck my cock. Her tongue danced over my tip, making me twitch once more.
Her eyes met mine. My face seemed to make her grin. A louder moan escaped my throat as I watched the black-haired woman push her hair out of her face while she moved her head up and down. My mouth opened as I lifted my hand to tuck her hair behind her ear.
"Fuck. Your mouth is so hot," I moaned softly. My hips moved to meet her mouth repeatedly. My teeth clenched as I gathered her hair into a ponytail, as she moved her head faster. Her suction grew stronger. "Fuck," I panted as my head tilted back. Her hand now on my balls, massaging them in rhythm with her head movements.
"I- Fuck. I'm coming," I nearly choked out, trying to hold back my orgasm as best I could. She hungrily increased her suction, which immediately pushed me over the edge. I could feel my cock twitching in her mouth with each spurt of cum.
Minji sucked one last time before releasing my cock with a "pop." Her hand still on my shaft as she licked her lips, looking at me. A grin on her face as she started stroking me back to full hardness. "That was quick," Minji said, laughing lightly as she looked at me with a grin.
Slowly but surely, she stood up from her kneeling position and looked down at me. My mouth opened as I stared at the taller woman. My eyes widened as she began to undress. My breath caught as I quickly stood up from her bed, immediately wrapping my hands around her waist and pulling her closer.
Minji giggled, though it sounded more like she was mocking me. She wrapped her hands around my neck, looking deeply into my eyes. "Did you finally find your voice?" she asked, but my jaw just tightened, my eyes narrowing.
I really didn't like being mocked.
"Shut up," I muttered, turning us so that Minji was the one pressed against the bed. My hands on her thighs as I urged her to move to the middle of the bed, which she did immediately. Minji laughed as she noticed my slightly trembling hands trying to pull her pants off. Minji bit her lip as she removed her own pants, tossing them carelessly into her room.
My eyes roamed over her entire naked body. My heart pounded wildly in my chest, my cock twitching madly at the sight alone. The thought of indulging in her, exploring every inch of her body, made me shudder.
My mouth opened as I, without another thought, placed my head between her legs and let my tongue glide between her lips. My body lay on her bed, my head between her legs, my hands gripping her thighs, spreading them repeatedly.
I heard the taller woman laughing as she buried her hand in my hair, pushing my face harder against her. My tongue explored every inch of the unfamiliar territory. When my tongue brushed against her clit, I felt Minji briefly squeeze her thighs together. My eyes narrowed as I focused on that little bundle.
Minji clutched my hair, tugging slightly, but nothing could stop me from sucking on that swollen bundle. My lips enclosed it, and I started sucking on her clit. My tongue circled the already swollen nerve, the tip of my tongue playing with it.
The beautiful woman's moans drove me wild. The taste on my tongue was divine. I could eat her out all day....
The loud sound of my sucking echoed through the room. "Fuck. Stop just- fucking- focusing on my clit," Minji moaned, tugging harder on my hair while pressing her hips further into my face. A grin spread across my face as I ignored her plea, continuing to concentrate on the sensitive spot.
Her moans grew louder, and my body began moving against the bed, desperately humping it. My cock rubbed repeatedly against the bedsheets. My fingernails dug into the popular woman's skin as my thoughts became more and more disjointed.
I could feel my orgasm approaching again. My eyes closed as I sucked harder, moving my tongue in circular motions on her clit. Slurping sounds echoed in the room. My fingers now at her entrance, I slid two of them inside her, curling them immediately to create more friction.
"Minji. Minji. Minji. Minji," I moaned between licks as I felt myself cum right there on her bed. My face flushed as I glanced up at the beautiful woman briefly before moving my hand more fervently and returning my tongue to her clit.
God, I was so pussydrunk...
"Fuck. Stop... I... I came," Minji said breathlessly, trying to push my head away from her.
I lifted my head, my hand still gripping her thigh. "What?" I asked, my eyes half-open. My entire mouth glistened with her juices. My mouth opened. "Just a little more," I said suddenly, diving back between her legs. My fingers still inside her, never once having pulled them out.
My senses were completely hazy...
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With a smile on my face, I stood at the front door of the beautiful woman's house, putting on my shoes. Minji leaned against the wall, arms crossed over her chest, simply watching me. "So, uh... I'll work on the project some more tonight, and then we should be done," I said as I tied my shoelaces and stood up straight.
My eyes met Minji's as I laughed awkwardly. She hummed in interest, watching me for a long moment. "Does that mean... we won't see each other again?" she asked, uncrossing her arms and stepping closer. Her expression turned serious.
"Uh. I don't know," I replied quietly, adjusting my backpack. "Why?" Minji asked immediately, surprising me. I raised my eyebrows in shock. "Well, uh... because according to you and everyone else, I'm a nerd?" I said uncertainly, laughing awkwardly.
Minji sighed. "So what? You're my favorite nerd," she said more seriously, placing her hand on my hip again. "I don't want this to be the last time we see each other," she said slowly, her voice soft and almost a whisper.
My breath caught as I looked up at her. A small smile spread across my face. "Call me... you have my number," I replied simply, grinning and giving the taller woman a kiss. "But don't think I'll answer," I added jokingly, leaving her apartment with a small laugh.
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is there anywhere that in game that says the Mc is the same age as the other first years?? I've been seeing a lot of discourse like "yuu can't do this/be shipped with that person bc they're like 16!!" (for ships this mostly refers to malleus, leona, and lilia)
but I don't remember anything that specifically indicates this? people argue its because they're in first year, but there are canon instances of people enrolling late/being older than their classmates. I was always under the impression that yuu was dropped with the first years regardless of age.
idk I've seen a lot of people get into stupid arguments lately, acting like other people's mc's are a crime bc they're like 17 or 18 (or god forbid 19, even though leona is 20 and there are other... complicated ages).
sorry, this ended up a lot longer than I meant for it to
I think many do assume that Yuu is 16 since they’re in class 1-A and hang out primarily with first year students. However, there is nothing in the game that states Yuu is 16 or has to be (similar to the vagueness about their gender); it’s probably left open-ended so players can imagine their own “Yuus”. As mentioned by the asker, there is variation in the age of canon students (Leona, Lilia, Malleus, etc.)—and even in the Yuus featured in official TWST materials, such as 17 year old Yuuka Hirasaka from the Episode of Savanaclaw manga. I feel it’s pretty pointless to argue over Yuu being “canonically” 16 or which Yuus are and aren’t “allowed” to exist since the game itself is set up in a way that encourages using your imagination to come up with whatever kind of Yuu you want.
More likely, Yuu is lumped into a first year class for reasons other than age. Firstly, they are “half of a student” with Grim, who is starting out his magical studies as a first year student. The two need to stick together—they “complete” one another. Secondly, first year classes center on theory and are basically the only ones Yuu is able to take. The higher level classes require the practical application of magic. Grim is not to that level yet and Yuu is incapable of meeting those magical demands.
Mmm, I think that’s about all I have to say on this matter? I’m afraid I don’t care to delve too deeply into the shipping discourse mentioned—though I do understand being frustrated with fans policing and attacking others’ creations 💦 My advice is to just enjoy your own slice of the fandom rather than letting bad apples ruin your experience.
#twisted wonderland#twst#Leona Kingscholar#Malleus Draconia#Lilia Vanrouge#Yuu#disney twisted wonderland#disney twst#notes from the writing raven#question#Grim#twst manga#twisted wonderland manga#episode of savanaclaw#episode of savanaclaw manga#Yuuka Hirasaka#Hirasaka Yuuka#advice
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Is it just me or do I feel like iv would use his jacket to mark the girl he liked. Back off cunts she’s taken sort of vibes. Maybe you could write something along those lines?
I think about this a lot myself, so I definitely understand you and genuinely agree. Also III is being a bestie in this one.
His mark
It started so innocently. The whole band was hanging behind the stage after the concert. The conversation was light with people reaching in to nibble on some food and drinks. Your stage outfit, as nice as it was to jump around on stage while the huge lights shined on your body, now that you were in the dim of the back rooms did little to keep you warm. And you so could have just excused yourself from the conversation with the girls, knowing full well that they wouldn’t mind holding the conversation off for a couple of minutes but you just didn’t want to somehow break the atmosphere.
That’s when you felt it. The weight pressing on your shoulders. The heat instantly radiated from the leather that was being so casually draped over your body. Crocking your head to the side you saw none other than IV. But you didn’t even have to look. The smell of him, so familiar and at this point engraved into your brain gave him away. “Could hear your teeth clacking together from across the room, it’s so annoying”, he grunted, clearly trying to seem more annoyed than he was. “My apologies and you shouldn’t have tasked yourself with coming to my rescue”, you sassed back, slipping your arms through the sleeves. “Sometimes my kindness surprises even me”, IV shrugged, leaning equipment boxes. “We will grab some more food”, the girls chirped, making you snap your head back at them, completely forgetting that they were there in the first place.
“Is it bad that I secretly fantasized about wearing this?”, you asked so out of the blue that you were almost convinced that you heard IV choke on his drink, “This is the coolest thing I’ve seen in a long while”. IV stayed silent for a moment before that shit-eating grin spread across his face, “See, depends on what these fantasies entail”, he muttered, clearly delighted with himself. Now it was you who gasped, pushing his chest slightly as you both giggled away.
The next time it happened was in the middle of the show. The open stage, as nice as it was for some parts of the summer, wasn’t all that friendly when the summer rains split the skies. While the first two songs in soaked clothes were kind of refreshing. Rain alsp brought a lower temperature, slowly settling the tremble into your hands. That’s when a familiar figure sauntered closer but you didn’t give it much thought. IV often found himself close to you and the girls. It was his nature, well all of theirs. That’s until IV pulled his guitar off, setting it down and shrugging out of his jacket.
With your eyes already glued on him, you watched him lifting the jacket closer to you. All you could do was shake your head, “Are you insane?”, you mouthed. It was one thing doing stuff like that around the people in the team. A whole different story when fans were involved. “Put it on or I will put it on you”, IV stated flatly. Throwing the jacket up.
The logic within you told you to ignore it. Let it drop. But you couldn’t. It was way too precious. Someone had spent hours making it and it was also his. But just because it was in your hands didn’t mean you had to put it on. You could just hold it for him. Well, wrong. Cause IV dared to cross his arms over his chest as he watched you, and knowing his stubborn ass he would stand there till you did what he had told you to. With an excessive eye roll, you threw the jacket over your shoulder, pushing some of the wet strands away and clinging to your face. “Happy?”, you mouthed, but IV only winked at you before returning to the front of the stage.
And more often than not this had turned into a norm. Going to the bus? His jacket is on your body. Right before the show while the jitters are insane? His jacket. Walking through the backstages while preparing? Band meetings? Rehearsals? The list could go on and on. But since it brought you the same sense of comfort you never voiced it out loud. Too afraid that if you pointed it out he would turn the other way and run for the hills.
“So, where’s your guard dog?”, III's voice snapped you out of your thoughts. Smiling you rolled your eyes, pushing a pack of goldfish towards him. “Maybe guarding someone else”, you shrugged, making III snort, “Nice try, I bet all of his security alarms are ringing off right this minute”. You frowned slightly at his words. “Oh come on, tell me that you don’t see a pattern?”, III tilted his head to the side in disbelief. “He’s just been sweet”, you muttered, “Plus, I had told him that I have frog hands and feet. I’m constantly cold”.
III just shook his head, “We all know that but do you see me running after you with a blanket?”. You huffed, letting your mouth drop, “Is this your way of telling me that secretly hate me”, you gave him the best version of puppy dog eyes. “Girl, I held your hair back while you threw up a bottle of tequila, I don’t do that for people I don’t care about”, he pointed out. You leaned in, warping your arms around his lean body, “And that is why I like you”, you muttered again his chest.
Someone cleared their throat and you instantly pulled back. Not far from you two stood IV. The fire in his eyes burning out of control. You expect III to pull back but instead, he casually slung his arm over your shoulders. “In need of a hug too?”, he teased, IV eyes burning holes in his bandmate's face. “Just wondering why you needed one”, IV said through gritted teeth. “Oh, come on, I hug you all good morning and goodnight, don’t start playing favorites”, you slapped III on his chest, pulling out of his hands.
IV equally didn’t waste any time stepping closer to you. And as if it had become your secret skin, the jacket pressed down onto your shoulders. III let out a laugh, shaking his head, “Loud and clear mate, loud and clear”, he saluted before turning back. “Why are you in a pissy mood?”, you crossed your arms over your chest, turning to face IV. His eyes are still on III. “I don’t like when people mess with what’s mine”, he muttered, snatching all air out of your lungs. “What is that supposed to mean”, you muttered, letting him pull you closer to him. “Don’t worry your head about it for now”, IV leaned in pressing a kiss to your temple.
#sleep token x reader#sleep token x you#sleep token x oc#sleep token iv imagine#sleep token imagine#sleep token fanfiction#sleep token iv x reader#sleep token iii x reader
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Do you think it takes Spider ages to realise he was adopted?
Simply because he has that child ignorance that means he is blind to the obvious cues that Tsu'tey isn't his biological Dad. As in it literally didn't even occur to him that he and his Dad might be completely different species? That he just had that good of a childhood, where everyone was super understanding and lovely about his situation, that it doesn't even occur to him that he was different.
(Side note: he once very seriously asked Tsu'tey (age 6) why he had no stripes like Neteyam and Kiri, and Tsu'tey who scrambled because he didn't want to tell Spider he was adopted yet, fabricated this long winded story that Uncle Jake dropped him as a baby and all his stripes fell off, and that they would takes ages to fade back in on their own, and that was why he and Tsu'tey needed to paint them back on when they faded. I can just imagine Spider avoiding Uncle Jake like the plague or giving him mistrustful side eyes on play dates and Jake is distraught that his nephew suddenly doesn't like him for no apparent reason. Meanwhile, Tsu'tey of course is having a field day fucking with him.)
Anyway, as far as Spider is concerned he can climb the trees just as fast as Lo'ak. Can shoot a bow well enough that even Neytiri seems to approve of his progress. He can forage in the forests solo, knowing exactly which plants to avoid, and is able to get into smaller nooks and crannies to get the hidden fruits that the other kids his age can't fit into. In every sense of the phrase, he grew up as one of the People.
Hear me out, because most of us grow up believing that everything about our families is normal until we see how other family units work. So kid!Spider probably doesn't realise he's not a Na'vi. Maybe with how Mo'at compares his stubbornness to Tsu'tey's, and how Jake says his bow work is coming along nicely which is to be expected of Tsu'tey's kid. Just characteristic similarities like that.
Maybe it doesn't even occur to Spider that his Dad is literally blue and nine feet tall. Maybe he just assumes he's a late bloomer and his stripes grow back eventually, and his kuru will come in with it. And where Tsu'tey needs a respirator to enter the human compounds, Spider needs an exo mask to actually go out into Pandora.
Just Spider getting more and more confused as he grows up and nothing changes. Another birthday goes by, and he looks at himself in the mirror, only to be disappointed that he looks exactly the same as he did when he went to bed last night.
I can just see Spider getting worked up about it and finally going to ask Tsu'tey about it, who is just stunned that his cunning, quick thinking son didn't realise he was adopted.
Cue the much needed conversation where Tsu'tey reassures him that he loves him regardless of if he's a na'vi or not. And then a much needed night of movies in Spider's room in the compound, a cuddle and Spider's favourite meal.
#tsu'tey#spider socorro#avatar#father-son duo#spider#Spider may not be the brightest plant in the forest but Tsu'tey loves him regardless#even more fluff#adopted Spider
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A little SilYuu from my MadYuu series.
“I don’t want to be your friend.” The words were like an icy dagger. Pain flashed across Silver’s otherwise stoic face, his brow furrowing over iridescent eyes as he dropped his head.
“I… see…” Silver tried to push down the awful feeling that erupted in his chest. “I apologize--”
“I don’t want to be your friend, because I like you.”
Yuu stepped forward, his face patterned with dark bruises drawn in an unfamiliar seriousness. Silver's heart always clenched in worry when he saw Yuu.
At first, he worried that Yuu’s battered form had been the result of bullying and fights. However, aside from Lilia’s playful bouts, no one seemed to be interested in fighting with the boy. (Ruggie mentioned that all the saws he playfully swung around had something to do with that.) Eventually, Silver learned from Ace and Deuce that the results of his injuries came from his reckless disregard of safety when dealing with his rather creative—and extremely explosive—inventions.
Yet despite what must have been rather painful injuries, Yuu never paid any mind to them. In fact, he rarely seemed to notice them. And never once did he lose his wide, bright smile, filled with childish glee.
So when Silver saw the grin drop from the cracked, slightly swollen lips, the teen felt his body tense. He barely processed Yuu’s words as he spoke.
“I like you. A lot. Not as a friend but as—a mate? No, someone I would like to date—I like you romantically,” the other babbled. It was odd whenever Yuu stumbled to find words, as the other was always so sure of himself and confident. Now he fidgeted, fingers twitching at his side, till he ran them through his messy black waves. He rocked on his heels, as if he were unsure what he was supposed to do with himself.
“I like you,” he repeated, as if that was the only thing he was sure of. The gray skin that wasn't painted with wounds flushed bright pink, a strange color on the other. (Yuu's palette was usually monochrome.) “I like you. I know I shouldn’t. I mean, it’s like Mother always said, ‘Falling head over heels for someone is the best way to loose your head,’ or something like that. But I can’t help it.
“I’ve not only fallen over heels, but down the stars, out the window, in an open grave. Now all I can do is wait for my feelings to be laid to rest.” He hesitated, but reached out his gloved hand to take Silver’s. Silver was too shocked to react, but then felt his heart jump to his throat as the rubber rubbed against his skin.
“Sorry, I—this might be too forward, and this is probably the wrong way to do this,” the gray teen murmured. “But Rook’s way didn’t work, the ghosts’ way failed, and I don’t have the hips for Crowley’s body language. So, I have to be straight—even though if I like you, I’m gay—and hope for the best. I like you. I like you. I--” I love you.
Silver could feel his face change color as his head heated up and his mind went blank.
“Do...Do you understand?” Silver blinked a couple of times before the question registered.
“Oh. Yes. Yes, I—ahem! I—I understand,” Silver said, stammering in a way that was completely unlike him.
Yuu liked him. Not liked him, but like-liked him.
As he thought about this, Silver’s insides became light and fluttery in a way he couldn’t describe. After all, it was the first time he felt anything like this. He felt giggly, like bubbles were tickling him. And...
“And...is that okay?” Yuu asked slowly, bringing him out of his thoughts. “I mean, does it make you...feel weird? Uncomfortable?” Silver shook his head quickly, his movements surprisingly jittery.
“Ah, no. Not—not at all,” he assured the other. He lifted his hand to the back of his neck, which felt just as hot as the rest of him. “I’m just surprised.” And he was. Why would Yuu like him of all people?
Silver wasn’t exciting at all. In fact, he was the most boring person on campus. And on top of that, he troubled everyone around him with his awful snooze spells. Which, he was convinced, were in part because the teen was so dull, so he put himself to sleep. He wasn’t like Yuu, who was full of life and energy and was always up to something exciting.
Yuu chuckled, and Silver’s heart beat a touch louder.
“Well, I have been subtle about it,” he said, amused. He was smiling, but it was different than usual. This smile was small and shy, filled with emotions the other had never expressed before. Both their gazes fell to their joined hands. The sight caused Silver’s blood to race like horses on a track. They stared for a minute, unsure of what to say, when—to Silver’s disappointment—the other released him.
“I don’t expect an answer right away,” he said, forcing his smile to return. “I mean, this is all—weird, right? And really befuddling. I don’t get it myself. I don’t—I’m not trying to... I just wanted to be clear on things.” Yuu looked away as he rubbed his arm through the patched-up lab coat he liked to wear. “I like you. And if—if you, um, like—like-like me, then I would like to date. But there’s no rush! I can wait. I mean, I won’t wait forever, but for now, I’ll wait. Patience isn’t my virtue, but for you? I’ll practice.” Silver lips parted, but no words came, as he was unsure of how to respond.
“Um, thank you?” He finally stuttered, his voice reaching a higher pitch. He pressed a hand to his chin and coughed, embarrassed as he attempted to continue. “I—I don’t… I mean…” What was wrong with him? Silver may not have talked much, but he was never at a loss for words. “Forgive me. As I said, this is all so surprising…”
“It’s cool. Like I said, I’m not expecting an answer. I just wanted you to understand—to know how I feel. You—understand, right?” Yuu said, apparently forgetting he already said this.
“I—I do.” Or at least, Silver understood part of it.
Yuu liked him; he understood that, even though he didn’t understand why.
An awkward moment fell, both wanting to say something but neither knowing what that was. Silver felt very warm, his skin tingling as butterflies went mad inside his chest and stomach.
He wasn’t sure if he was grateful or not when Ace and Carter interrupted them. The two were screaming about how Floyd broke something in the lab, and now it was trying to eat him and Trey. Yuu quickly took hold of the excuse, filling Silver with disappointment.
“Don’t worry too much about it, Moonshine,” he said, using the affectionate nickname for the other. “There’s no timeline on this.” Yuu tried to walk away, but apparently his knees gave out from under him, and the other two students had to carry him.
Silver watched them till they were out of sight, a heavy weight suddenly in his chest. He closed his eyes and placed a fist over his heart, which was reacting like a frightened rabbit.
“Like…” Yuu liked Silver. As for Silver…
#mine#twst#twst silver#twisted wonderland#silver twst#silver vanrouge#silver twisted wonderland#Not as fun as the rest of the series but this was a quickie#If I ever write the series the actual confession will be A LOT more chaotic#But yeah Yuu eventually decides to say the hell with it and confess#And sooner than you think#yuusona#twst mc#twst yuu#twisted wonderland oc#twisted wonderland yuu#twst yuusona
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If you are still open for requests..how about Ais and Kuras (or pick which one) with a child/children?
Of course!! Don’t hesitate to send in more if ya want <3
Ais
Father figure of the year
✩ Pretty chill in general
He's the type of dad who will let you have a good time but also make sure you're staying safe.
✩ Always there to lend an ear or offer advice… or constructive criticism—
You can always count on him to give you straightforward and honest advice, even if it's not what you want to hear. Even though he may not always agree with your choices, you know that his intentions are always good and that he genuinely cares about your well-being. Ais may not show his emotions openly, but his love and support for his child would be unwavering.
✩ Seems to know exactly what to say in any situation.
Whether you need help with a problem or just want someone to talk to, he is always there for you (with judgment /j)
✩ Don't even bother to lie to him.
He can see right through any facade and will always know when you're not being completely honest. His ability to detect deception is uncanny, but it also makes him a trustworthy confidant. Besides, what even did you do that made you think the consequences would be that bad? (Or even exist?) Partying? Smoking? Drinking? Drugs? Sex?
✩ “Lame. When I was your age I was way worse—”
✩ CRAZY parent lore.
And he mentions it so casually every time. Like, he's seen (and done) it all before. Nothing seems to faze him in the slightest.
✩ He's the kind of guy who would drop everything to help his kid, no questions asked.
✩ On the other hand, if we're talking about babies…
He might be a bit (completely) clueless when it comes to diaper changing, feeding schedules, or soothing a crying infant. However, his willingness to learn and his dedication to being the best parent he can be are admirable qualities.
✩ He's the type of person who will spend hours researching the best parenting techniques and tips.
✩ He gets the hang of it pretty quick.
✩ He is incredibly patient to the point where it becomes a bit scary.
✩ COMMITTED.
From reading bedtime stories to playing endless games of peek-a-boo, a cheerleader, a rock, a shoulder to cry on—he's all in when it comes to being a parent.
✩ GIRL DAD
✩ If anyone dares to think about touching his child, they'll never see the light of day again.
Kuras
24/7 confusion
✞ This begs the question of whether the child would be half-angel.
Let's assume so, because it becomes ten times funnier.
✞ Absolutely b e w i l d e r e d in the beginning.
✞ “...Why does it cry so much?”
Another question that often arises is, "Is there something wrong with it that I can't see?" He's just… confused. He doesn't really understand babies. Kuras is used to living a fast-paced, independent lifestyle, so the idea of being responsible for a helpless infant is overwhelming for him.
✞ Incredibly good once he figures it out.
Despite his initial confusion and overwhelming feelings, Kuras quickly adapts. Kuras is always on call to help with midnight feedings and diaper changes, making sure the baby is well taken care of around the clock.
✞ “Uh… honey? The baby is floating.”
Cue Kuras calmly walking into the room and safely guiding the baby back to the ground with a knowing smile. It becomes a common occurrence in the household.
✞ Eventually takes on the role of mentor, teaching the child how to control their powers and use them for good.
✞ Slightly strict
Believes in setting boundaries and enforcing rules to ensure the well-being and safety of his children. He considers discipline an important aspect of parenthood, as it helps instill good behavior and values in his kids. He may come off as harsh at times, but it all stems from a place of love and protection. Kuras wants his children to grow up knowing right from wrong and understanding the importance of structure in their lives.
✞ Comfort
He listens without judgment, allowing his children to express themselves freely. Kuras encourages open communication and fosters a strong bond based on trust and respect.
✞ Don't even bother to lie to him part 2
If you try to sneak out, he'll be waiting for you at the door, arms crossed and a stern expression on his face. You can try to pull one over on him, but chances are, he'll see right through it. It's better to just be honest and upfront with him, because he always seems to know what's going on.
✞ Consequences
Although Kuras seems disappointed at times, he knows that it is all part of the process of growing up and learning from mistakes. He understands that his children need to make their own choices and face the consequences of those choices in order to become independent and responsible adults. Kuras tries to offer guidance and support, but ultimately allows his children to take ownership of their decisions and experiences.
✞ Always puts his children's needs above his own.
✞ Being the doctor he is and a parent can be a challenging juggling act. Kuras, however, manages to balance both roles with grace and dedication.
✞ T r i p l e t s
✞ If anyone dares to harm their child, he will stop at nothing to protect them. Fuck repentance and forgiveness; Kuras will seek justice with a vengeance that knows no bounds.
#verewrites#ais#kuras#red spring studios#headcannons#ts#touchstarved#touchstarved game#touchstarved headcanons#touchstarved kuras#kuras touchstarved#ais touchstarved
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Undead Unluck ch.208 thoughts
[Beat Cute]
(Content: first impressions - Fuuko's parents, character analysis - Sean, lore - reincarnation mechanics, predictions - arc participants, thematic analysis - death and loss)
Okay, so I was right about the Union needing to replace members of Kaede's band, but I was NOT expecting it to be because Kaede hospitalized all of her friends!
With how ludicrously clumsy she is, I thought for a moment there that Kaede might have been a previous Unluck holder, but we know that can't be the case because Fuuko got it before Kaede died and Kaede wasn't present among the past Unlucks. Instead, I think it's more likely that Kaede was the reason that Fuuko was chosen as the next Unluck - she may have already been pretty good at dealing with and reacting to unlucky events, so the other holders might have thought she'd be able to handle whatever Unluck threw at her. They just didn't anticipate a plane blowing up
I'm really enjoying Kaede as a character pretty much right off the bat, there's a lot more flavor here than I was expecting. I kind of figured she'd be shy and quiet, and that's what would prevent her from performing, but instead she's bright and bubbly, always willing to throw herself into anything with a smile despite the fates clearly telling her not to. That little thumbs up she gives Fuuko's dad after accidentally choreographing a Jackie Chan fight scene was insanely endearing, this guy's got great taste
Fuuko's dad predicting and reacting to Kaede's antics gives us a solid impression of the kind of guy he is, too. He seems like the fastidious type, planning things out in advance to be prepared for anything, while also having the fortitude to press on even when he finds he was unprepared. I suppose one would need both of those traits to marry a woman who might accidentally send you to the hospital just walking forward to greet you
Beyond our new characters, this was a really good chapter for Sean, too, or at least seems to be setting up something really good for him. I like that his insecurity about his importance to the team hasn't just vanished after a few contributions, it's still a core part of his character to want to stand out and matter. Having his points redistributed over the rest of the team's, especially hearing that they're better to have on call for an emergency, is a great way for the narrative to revisit this concept. It probably doesn't help that Rip would actually have been the next reasonable option to drop, since previously Fuuko was dropping members from the top and had literally just booted Chikara and Enjin to bring in Top and Haruka, then dropped them to bring in Nico and Ichico. Though they have no beef this loop, Sean in L100 definitely hated Rip, and likely feels some kind of jealousy towards him here since he guy has two wives and he doesn't have a single girl that he knows of (rootin' for ya, buddy)
Of course, revisiting the roots of Sean's character flaws doesn't need to define his involvement in this arc, it just gave an extra layer to his presence this time around. By giving him a reason to be downtrodden, Tozuka necessitated a way to get him invested in this storyline, and fittingly that touches on his other root: the loss of his father. Julia thought that Sean was excited to help out because it might help him meet cute girls, but that's definitely just a cover. Sean knows exactly what it's like to lose your parents and only be able to reconnect with them via memories, so knowing that Fuuko not only lost her parents but has the chance to reconnect for real, it's natural that he'd want her to take advantage of it. In fact, in L101, he's the only member of the Union who understands what Fuuko's going through
Chikara's parents were saved, Tatiana's not a Negator yet and her parents will almost certainly be saved, Enjin got to cook for his mom like he always wanted, Phil didn't lose his mom...the loss of Sean's dad was completely unrelated to his tragedy, it was just something that happened in his life, and while I'm sure Fuuko would have liked to have prevented it, she likely just didn't have the information to do so. Narratively, this at least provides that point of connection between him and Fuuko, and I'm so glad we get to capitalize on it
Sure, Gina still lost her grandma, Void was still a street urchin, Shen was still an orphan, but they all have their own circumstances that make that a little bit different, and Gina's off helping with Tatiana in Russia, so Sean's easily the best choice to be present here
Julia's presence is to be expected since she hasn't awakened Unjustice yet and she needs as much screentime as possible to establish parallels and distinctions from Juiz. I also think this will be a good time to help us understand the difference between her circumstances, Juiz's and Fuuko's, since Juiz never had parents, Julia was retroactively assigned to parents, and Fuuko is retroactively parentless
Not only will that establish narrative connections, but it's looking like we're going to get a deeper understanding of the mechanics as well. By all logic, Sean's supposition that this is a New Game+ rather than literal time travel should preclude the need for Kaede and Mr. Izumo to procreate, and yet Fuuko's is Back-to-the-Futuring somehow. I have no idea what Tozuka's logic is here, but my best guess is that it's tied to either the Rule of Soul or Parents. Juiz, Victor and Andy would obviously be exempt from this, but Fuuko's soul may be tied to the world on the assumption that her parents will one day provide a vessel for that soul
In the event that the current Fuuko dies, she could well be reincarnated as herself within the same loop since her soul would be available, but perhaps by the mechanics of the Rule in question, there is an almost contractual obligation for her parents to at least be together in the first place? Or, since Fuuko is worried about time paradoxes, it's not that the Rule is endangering her, but her interpretation of it. She thinks that her parents not getting together could erase her, so while mechanically that makes no sense, it seems to make sense to her, and thus affects her regardless. I'm sure Tozuka will explain it, but for now I'm sticking with the theory that Fuuko's doing it to herself
As for the backing band Fuuko's going to throw together, I expect that this will go similar to the space mission where we're going to dedicate a chapter to picking three members rather than having the whole group participate. I say three because when Kaede discusses her band being hospitalized, we see three beds; what looks to be a male guitarist, a male drummer, and another female member, presumably a backup singer or dancer
As far as I'm aware, the only Union members we know have musical experience are Tella (who can't sing thanks to Untell) and Rip, who can play piano. I don't believe we know if anyone on the team is gifted in guitar or drums, though if I had to guess, Enjin strikes me as someone who might be able to do a mean drum solo
I think Julia's a must, since like I said she needs more screentime to get acquainted with the cast and audience, so to that I think it would be extremely funny if she was on guitar and said something to the effect of "it's like a violin you play with your fingers, right?"
I'm on the fence about whether Fuuko will be the third member, since she's near identical to Kaede and wouldn't want to distract from her performance, but it's also such a good opportunity for them to bond and I wouldn't want Tozuka to drop it. Maybe she'd use Nico's memory machine to hypnotize people to think they're the original backup band? Whatever the lineup ends up looking like, I'm sure I'll be able to write a whole post dedicated to it
The final thing I want to touch on is a line that Sean says that I think is meant to be the thesis statement for this arc, and arguably one of the series' greatest overarching themes: "You never know when or where will be the last time you see [someone]."
[TRIGGER WARNING: DEATH]
I think it's pretty self-explanatory how that relates to the theme of enjoying life, that you should spend time with the people you care about while you can and make the most of that time. It's so self-explanatory that I debated whether or not I should talk about it here, but...it's relevant to me right now
A friend of mine died this week. It wasn't exactly sudden, but it was also looking like it was going to be okay for a minute there, so I got a little complacent, I suppose. Reading this line immediately rang true with me. I'll never see that friend again, and I can't even remember what the last thing I said to him was. Did I make him feel like a friend, or was he worried that I was just humoring him? I'm sure at the end I wasn't even on his mind, I'm pretty sure we weren't close enough for that and he was more concerned with his wife, but still, I worry whether or not I treated him right in the time that I knew him
While we weren't super close, my family and his had a lot of plans for spending time together, and now they're just...gone. No more games, no more dinners...nothing. Even if we weren't close, we were trying to be, and however close we could have become, now we'll never be. It doesn't feel like a tremendous loss of what we had, but certainly of what could have been
I take solace in knowing that I did things to the best of my ability. I went out of my way to spend time with them when I could. I tried to make the most of my friendship with them with the time I had, it just got cut short by circumstances outside of anyone's control. I don't know what's going to happen next, but I feel like if nothing else Tozuka and the Union would be proud of me for how I tried to enjoy my time with my friend
Maybe that's a stupid thing to say. Maybe I'm being silly. But I've always believed that art is meant to be a way to explore our relationship with the world, and I really don't think any series I've experienced has done so much to prepare me to deal with loss. One Piece is close, of course, but I've gone on and on about parallels between UU and OP a thousand times by now
Anyway...I haven't really gotten the chance to talk about any of this out loud, and I don't think I've really gotten to process my feelings on it. I'm sorry to dump it on you folks who read this far, but also thank you to anyone who did
And to anyone else experiencing loss or grief right now, I hope that me talking about my experiences or reading Undead Unluck helps you process it too. Even if it's just me or a manga, I hope you can find peace through other people. That's certainly what Tozuka wants for us
Until next time, let's enjoy life
#undead unluck#fouryearsandananime#4y1a reviews#i wasn't expecting this chapter to make me get heavy but here we are
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Broken heart/Broken mind
Chapter twenty
(Human AU)
Sophie and Keefe met in the children's hospital when they were little. Because of how long they were confined to the four walls of the hospital, they became very close during their stay.
As the years pass, they wind up being in the same classroom together due to their physical conditions. This makes their bond deepen.
But are they able to handle when life gets tough, throwing problems and complications their way?
Sophie and Keefe walked through the doors of the mall after being dropped off. They were going to go after school Monday, but it turned out they were both going to be busy after school for the rest of the week. So now it was Saturday, and they both had time.
"So, which way is it?" Sophie asked
"This way."
Keefe took her hand and started to lead her down the left side of the mall to the escalators. They rode it to the second floor. To the right was the jewelry store.
They went to the counter and placed the bracelet and charm down.
"Hello," Sophie said to the cashier. "Can I get this charm placed onto my bracelet?"
"Of course, dear. Follow me."
The lady led them to a different counter with a few tools. She fiddled with the charm before doing something to attach it to the bracelet.
She handed back the bracelet. "Here you go. By the way, you two are adorable together."
Keefe's eyes widened, almost looking horrified. Sophie tilted her head. "Huh? We're... not together."
"He's the one who got the charm, yes?" the lady clarified.
Sophie nodded. The lady tilted her glasses down to look at her. "Mm-hm," she hummed. "Whatever you say, darling."
"That was weird," Sophie murmured under her breath as they left.
"Uh... yeah, strange," Keefe agreed, but he wouldn't quite meet her eyes.
They walked past the food court. One of the cafés smelled amazing, and they still had an hour before being picked up.
"Want to get lunch?" She pointed to a little stall called 'Christy's Café'.
"That sounds good," Keefe said.
They got in line for the stall. When it was their turn, Sophie ordered the chicken wrap and Keefe got the salami sandwich. A guy with dark skin, named Wylie, gave them their food.
They took a seat at a small booth. Keefe tilted to the side to nudge her shoulder. Sophie did it back a little harder. Then Keefe.
They kept going back and forth until they were in a shoving match. People were definitely staring, but they were laughing too much to care.
She tried to gasp a breath in. Her sides hurt, but he wasn't giving up yet, so she wasn't either. She gave one last good shove, and-
THUNK!
Keefe was on his side on the ground. Tears were in the corners of his eyes as he cackled.
"Get up!" she told him, but she couldn't take herself seriously either. She was sure her face was red from laughing.
The guy from the stall wandered over to the table. He looked between her and Keefe.
"Is he alright?"
Sophie had to use all her self-control to choke out an awnser. "He's fine."
She nudged his side with her foot. "Get up," she hissed, still trying to control herself.
That caused him to roll over onto his stomach to try and muffle himself. It wasn't working very well, but Sophie appreciated the sentiment.
Wylie just stared at them for a little bit longer before walking away. Although she could hear him snickering as he made his way back.
Sophie grabbed Keefe by the shoulders to drag him back up into the booth. He was still in hyena mode. He buckled over and rested his forehead on her shoulder.
"You good?" Sophie had to ask.
He had gone completely red, likely from lack of oxygen. He was still shaking. He wrapped his arms around Sophie to steady himself. It made her cheeks warm, and her heart flip.
Maybe it wasn't an aura? It wasn't like her others. The normal ones felt like a stalled heartbeat. These ones felt like it was doing summersaults. She didn't understand why she had been so twitchy around him lately.
"No," he managed to get out, cutting her off from her thoughts. "I'm crying."
She snorted. "Easy boy." She patted his head. He shook his head.
After five minutes, he finally managed to collect himself. Mostly. He was still hicuping slightly. He wiped the corners of his eyes.
"Sorry," Sophie told him. "Didn't mean to push you that hard. You alright?"
"You're good. I knew what I was getting myself into. I'm fine."
"You're sure?" She pointed to a forming purple blotch on the elbow he fell on.
He shrugged, "You know I just bruise easily from the baby aspirin. Doesn't even hurt."
"Alright." Her phone dinged. "Oh, my mom is here. Let's go.
#keeper of the lost cities#kotlc#kotlc sophie foster#kotlc keefe sencen#sokeefe#fanfic#this is probably my favorite one ive wrote so far 😆#you guys are now caught up with my wattpad audience 😌
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Oh great Wishmonger, how would our boys react to a lover who is a total giver at heart and wants to be helpful to the three most important people in her life in literally any way? Need help filing horns or claws? Already grabbed a file. Cynernetic legs acting up and being bothersome? She’s not a mechanic, but well shit, she’ll try to do something. Tattoos need a touch-up/up-keep? Hell, let her hold the jar of ink and she’ll be content to be contributing in some way. It’s almost embarrassing how much she wants to be of service to her loves but tbh she doesn’t care. Just, a lover who is completely devoted to her boys and wanting to bring every comfort she can to them, no matter how small.
Who's paragraphs? Don't know her.
Warnings: Feral's mostly fine (indirect references to his time under the Nightsisters referred to in a negative light.) Savage is fine. Maul... I went hard: indirect references to child abuse, indirect references to murder (Daleen), some degree of C-PTSD can be inferred, touch aversion, anger management problems, Force choking but not in the fun way, red flags/toxic behaviour, HEA (probably)
Feral: Accepts your help with an incredulous smirk, at first. Nightbrothers look out for each other, but it's a boys' club -- a different standard for survival: what is clan is theirs and what is theirs is clan. The Nightsisters... well. That's another story. Feral doesn't believe your sincerity. He waits for the other shoe to drop, to see your sleight of hand in action. It's in his nature to exploit the situation because he thinks it's a trick -- he wants to see how far you'll go. So he gives you a few "helpful" suggestions: next thing you know, you're mending the tears in his tunic, and cooking his eggs just so, and rubbing his calves until your fingers are sore. You're tired, but he sees that you're trying so hard to make him happy. It takes him a few days of telling you what to do before the feeling of superiority its given him starts to waver. Then he starts to feel a little badly about it, even as you keep working at trying to get a genuine smile out of him. Finally, five days in, he decides you're not going to quit, and he genuinely feels rotten. He takes your hands, stopping your work, seeing your chipped nails and tenderized skin and sweaty face, and he brings you to the Dreaming River where he coaxes you into the shallows, bar of soap in hand, and sits you between his knees where the current is gentlest. "I'm returning the favour," he tells you when he bathes you, notching fingers into your tense shoulders to ease the soreness from your muscles, undoing your clothing with deft fingers. "Nightbrothers take care of their own," he says in his rough tones. Because no one accepts the help of another that they haven't laid claim to.
Savage: Has no bloody idea what to do with you when you fuss over him. Doesn't like it. Doesn't respond well at all -- he has always been the protector. He is the rock among his brothers, and he's never forgotten that his failure resulted in losing Maul to Sidious when they were children. It's why is always been so over-protective of Feral. It's why he refuses your help over and over, and why he remains stoic when you grow sadder. He doesn't understand that the things you offer aren't meant to unseat him as the family's natural protector, but to show your appreciation of everything he's done for his kin. So you trick him. Obvious solution. Or you try to, because while Savage's hearts are large, he's often on his guard, and he can pretend to not see the careful way you polish his armour, the way you turn down his comforters before he falls into bed, or the placement of his weapons to make them easier for him to grab on his way out the door (two feet farther so he doesn't kick them over.) Little things that he accepts because he can pretend not to notice. The thing is, he does, and Savage's reciprocation is a subtle art: your seat shifted two inches closer at dinner, the chair pulled out so he can glide you into place at his side with a grunt and a nudge; the little pots of potion and fragrant tonics on your night stand that appear mysteriously when you comment on a new ache; the way his kills come back already dressed so you fuss less when trying a new preparation for dinner. Little things no one dares remark on, but have enormous impact on the ways in which he lets you in. That's the thing about Savage: the biggest, fastest, and strongest of the three brothers needs to take things slow, especially when it comes to letting someone new get close.
Maul: Maul's is the response you did not sign up for. His station, his occupation, his preoccupations wear on him, and the longer he spends on Dathomir with the ghosts whispering in his ears, and his syndicates taking his daylight hours, his obsessions turning him inside out, you forget that all those sleepless hours and darksome thoughts spoken aloud when he thinks he's alone are the direct result of a lifetime battling against a destiny that loves him not at all and cares for him less. So darling, don't despair when you touch the back of his neck that first time with a gesture of tenderness and you find yourself pinned by the throat to a nearby wall in an invisible, unrepentant chokehold. You interrupted his reading, the book abandoned. "Forgive me," is all he mutters when he leaves you slumped, your little offering of fruits and meats and cheese scattered around your knees. (He hasn't been eating.) You clean up the mess. You pick up the pieces of shattered pottery. You try again the next day. This time, he watches you warily, like a caged animal, eyes narrowed when you return to his chambers. "I slaughtered the last person who offered me the same gesture of kindness," he explains. It's not an apology. You bring him a concoction the Nightbrothers drink but he doesn't recognize, even though it's traditional amongst his kin. He asks if it's poisoned, "Because that would be a fitting rejoinder for his behaviour yesterday." You leave it with him, an ache growing under your sternum that won't abate because you don't know how to help a man that only knows pain. So instead, you remain within his orbit, allowing him to observe you at your best with his brothers, letting him spy on the dejariik game that Feral lets you win, letting him hear your laughter. You know he was in the shadows when Savage prepared you lunch the other day, and welcomed you when you offered to feed him the tender morsels from your fingers while sitting on his knee, his large hand supporting your hip. He watched as you filed Feral's horns in the exact short style that he prefers, careful of the trim around the tender bases. He's watched them warm to you, your affection demonstrated in unassuming little things that all cobble together into a picture that is unfamiliar to him because he's never lived it, but the space allows him one thing: the opportunity to crave what was never offered to him. Desire is a strange thing, longing even more so, but Maul is a quick study, his feelings are powerful. Heady. So you remain patient, awaiting the day when finally, uncomfortably straight-backed and rigid, he beckons you, "Attend me. I require your... assistance." There are so many possibilities swirling around your head when you follow him to his chambers that you'd never expect the bound collection of flimsiplasts awaiting you on his couches. "You wished to be of service, and I wish to make amends. Let us... begin again." You take the seat beside him when offered, curious at where this is going. A slanted glance in your direction, and Maul inclines his head. You hold your breath. "You may touch me again," is all he says. "I would welcome it." You pretend to not see the way his skin pebbles with frisson at the brush of your fingertips, the way he stiffens under the careful attention. His eyes flutter shut, his shoulders heaving, and when he opens them once more, he murmurs, "This is an ancient book of poetry, left to me by my mother. May I read to you from it? I find it most diverting." It is not everything, but as you lean closer into his side as his melodic murmur takes over, you realize: it is the start of something.
#Darth Maul x Reader#Darth Maul x You#Savage Opress x Reader#Savage Opress x You#Feral x Reader#Feral x You#Feral Opress x Reader#Feral Opress x You#Feral (Star Wars) x Reader#Feral (Star Wars) x You#Darth Maul#Maul#Savage Opress#Feral Opress#Feral (Star Wars)#Opress Brothers#Daleen mention#Wrath of Darth Maul#the night market of dathomir
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@ervaurem continued with the beta editor after TEN THOUSAND YEARS...
Part of her was still quietly stunned that Dohalim would come to her aid the way he had, but at the same time knew it was silly to feel that way. The whole purpose of his being the Lord was to further his current plans for a utopia of Renans and Dahnans. Of course that meant he would come to her aid when the Renan members of the guard decided that she and Migal were lesser than them. Still, as the troublemakers in question shuffled off, Kisara couldn't help but allow herself to relax visibly.
When he apologized, Kisara was caught off guard. A Lord wasn't ever expected to apologize to anyone, much less a Dahnan. Her mouth hung open, words failing her. What was she meant to say in response?
"Oh, no, it's... the fault is not yours, my Lord," Kisara said when she found the words. "People still are adjusting to the changes, I suppose. Migal and I have met similar resistance to our presence in the guard recently. It's... expected, isn't it? Since we're Dahnan?" It almost was a little embarrassing to admit that much out loud, but that was the truth of it. The divide between Renans and Dahnans hadn't been fully crossed yet. Dohalim's time as Lord had only begun fairly recently. Nonetheless, she was still grateful for the help. Her expression said as much when her features seemed to soften just a touch.
"Still... thank you. For saying something," she told him. Wait... he wanted some of her time? Again, surprise was evident in her eyes. He wanted to investigate some troubling news of zeugle activity, and he wanted her help specifically? Kisara considered what that meant for a moment. It could be a show of what he was capable of as Lord, she knew. At the same time, if he was specifically seeking her out for this, there was a benefit. A Renan and Dahnan working together would foster more good will for his desire for the two races getting along.
A logical maneuver, she realized. It was seeming all the more likely that Migal's belief in Dohalim was well placed, if the Lord had such plans already. She allowed herself to warm up to the idea.
"Of course," Kisara answered at last. "I'd be happy to help. Allowing these zeugles to run rampant wouldn't be good for anyone." She stood up taller, bringing her hand to the familiar salute the guard knew. Bright-eyed and eager, Kisara was ready to do what she had to.
"We should head out as soon as we can then, shouldn't we?"
#ic#ervaurem#Lionhearted Protector (Kisara)#Those Innocent Days#Return this thread from the abyss of death. Resurrection!#I am SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT ON THIS ONE SHAI D8#I completely understand if you just want to drop this one#I dropped the ball so hard on this one and the Kisara and Noct thread
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i don't expect any of you to understand the reference but alice cooper. from riverdale. is a little like if a loveless character was really really really fucking funny
#in that she a darkly realistic portrayal of Your Yes Your 🫵🏻 Insane Mom#i have never seen a more.... i don't want to say ''realistic'' because riverdale exists in this like. absurd parody dimension both--#on purpose and on accident but like.#nothing that EMULATES the FEELING of having a Crazy Mom who has no idea she's crazy#and thinks she's justified in literally everything she does and is just like. a complete fucking controlling nutcase who is making--#literally everything worse by pretending she doesn't have trauma#of course it's also very silly but rvd also wants you to take it seriously so it's just like having an (AWESOME) aneurysm the entire time#you have to have a very specific sense of humour to enjoy rvd if you like like.#sardonically sitting around watching increasingly absurd things happen to characters you have zero investment in other than laughing at--#because they just live these deranged lives that are beyond parody and just like bitching at your TV for fun with like a friend then i thin#--you might like it.#like you absolutely cannot get seriously invested in the plot or characters if you want to enjoy it it's hard to explain#but it's also like kind of like loveless in the way that the fandom was originally people doing Shipping and then getting increasingly--#annoyed when it didn't do what they wanted and dropping off#and in the process missing out on the craziest train derailment of all time just like absolute complete lunatic shit#and it seems like it keeps trying to self flagellate for the first like. half#and in riverdale's case it's REALLY funny and in loveless's case it's really um. scary (affectionate)#also like 99% of the people who watch rvd seem to not understand that it's supposed to be insane and 99% of the people who read loveless--#miss that it's supposed to be HASHTAG SCARY#like rvd also exists in this weird dimension where you're supposed to think it's funny and they're trying to piss you off on purpose#but they're also trying very hard to like Discuss Social Issues and it end up very funny because they're bad at it but GOD It's so sincere-#while standing next to the campiest insincere shit EVER it's so fucking funny#meanwhile loveless's tone problem is like yun kouga is just a crazy person.#i mean roberto is also a crazy person but yun kouga is like a tortured crazy person. and he's like. the guy who would make glee crazy--#person. does that make sense.#no one is reading this don't worry about it. smiles.
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ill never be good enough at anything
#vent#events of today only proved it#im genuinely so close to giving up completely#i dont feel happy when I draw because I know its not good enough and im ashamed when others see it because I know they think the same thing#I dont feel satisfied or accomplished when finishing schoolwork because I know others will have done it better and responded better and im#the stupidest person of the entire class. some things I just dont understand but I know everyone else or lots of others did#i cant do anything right. i cant socialize correctly. i cant remember to do anything. i cant keep any stable relationships#i know if i get a job they'll ly me off or fire me within days max weeks. i dont expect to be able to hold down a job for long#i dont have the skills necessary to become what I want to be which is a meteorologist. i struggle in math and that career is a lot of math#i actually want to be an artist too but ill die a lonely death. i cant even do this class. and artists are not paid enough to survive#hell what I do right now with art in my spare time is much worse than others. a mouse and microsoft paint. both arent good enough#i cant not compare myself to others. i know that they're all better than me. and im around these people every day and see it on social medi#i really want to put my art in our shredder and permanently delete files. i want to drop out. i dont know what to do with myself because i#know that im not good enough for anything except lay in bed like the depressed piece of shit i am and end up getting kicked out#i thought about just leaving class today and throwing myself down the stairwell from the top floor i was already on#just over the barrier thats right next to the first flight of stairs that prevents people from falling off the stairs from a height#the one you can look down and see the following flight of stairs. just throw myself down from that and hurt myself significantly.#ive been thinking about jumping again. from a new part of campus thats higher than where i initially wanted to fall from#if not those then sl!t my wrist or run into traffic#i just need to d!e. There's no room for someone as worthless as me#i cried when I came home today because im just done. i cant carry on and itd be better if i didnt. itd be preferred.
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*makes first few comments on reddit and the poster is immediately argumentative about interpretation of media/literature so you double down on telling them they’re stupid*
#shhh sharkie#sorry got el chupacabra about this one person sticking their heels in the mud#the Scavengers Reign was bad because they personally didn’t understand what was going#and that certain things hadn’t been explained…….in a show that isn’t finished yet. like even just we know this season isn’t done!#and like its so obvious the OP hasn’t interacted with any media#in a non-bingewatch Easily Digestable way#it’s this thing where like I don’t WANT to be mean! ever! but sometimes that barrier just. Drops.#and reddit is one of the places i’m almost completely unknown#these comments are 2/3 of the comments/posts i’ve literally ever made#so I feel like I have just enough anonymity to yell about my knowledge and opinions about storytelling#like it’s not my degree but almost every class I took that wasn’t for my degree was about storytelling/folklore/fairytales#and i’ve been writing and telling these kinds of stories thru and since the ability#to have dialogue with professionals who have literally written their own fiction novels AND literary essays on the subject#idk sometimes you really just want to be a Very Informed BITCH about your special interest &apparently for me reddit is the place to do that
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Hand in unloveable hand but you can no longer ignore you are just shaking hands with yourself
#woooo time to feel hurt over things that happened years ago wooooo#i can feel hurt about loneliness and not belonging all i want but deep down the truth is its my fault#how can you complain when you are the one purposefully keeping distances#i cant ever trust again certain people for things from years ago and what they still do. but i cannot ask them to change that#if everytime you opened yourself up you ended up abandoned what point id there to keep trying#but alas. how can you ever feel happy if you dont trust anyone? are you just completely unloveable? forever to be alone with your thoughts#there is no unloveable hand to hold onto. only yours. you and yourself for ever until the end#for no one will ever truly love you#i keep trying to reach out to past friendships like a fool. but you are the only one not moving on#and even if they reach back. all the bitter feelings just grow and grow threatening to drown you#i deeply dislike people that are like 'we were born alone and you will die alone'. but loneliness among people is shit#i was alone and i am alone and i will continue being alone#because im always waiting for smth to drop#i want to feel okay for a day#haunted.txt#i wish i was someones best friend and i had someone to call a best friend back#but it never stays like that for long. i dont understand. and i feel bad lying to certain people
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