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mellowwillowy · 2 months

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TWST x Self-aware Yan Cannibal AU Ft: Unhinged GN Reader

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐮𝐥

Unbirthday party has always been a merry occasion for 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐮𝐥. Not only does he get to eat the strawberry tarts, but he also gets to have Trey's meat pie specialty.

Pigs who dared to enrage the tyrant by upsetting you, the law, are sent to the kitchen for the butcher and baker to process into something edible.

The card soldiers cheer in joy and anxiety, pleased to be able to taste the main course yet sweating over the idea of screwing up and ending up on the silver platter.

Yet part of them does not really mind if it's meant that they will be devoured by you, the law, their grace. Ace and Deuce have always irked Riddle but the sight of you smiling along with their pranks and mischiefs save them from the trouble they are about to face.

Cater will always upload it on magicam, boasting the sight of you enjoying your stay in 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐮𝐥 as you nibble on the tart. Baked and minced to your favorite, as usual. Trey and Cater sure know their way around this, memorizing how you like it by heart.

"Looks like you two are having a hard time cleaning the guillotine huh?" You stopped in front of the guillotine, watching the other students along with the ADeuce duo wiping the blade that had severed yet another pig for you to feast on soon.

"Uh yeah, troublesome as always, I hate having this bloody mess all over my hands." Deuce furrowed his eyebrows, waving his hands for you to see. Ace immediately elbowed Deuce, "Dude, you are splattering the blood all over me!"

You chuckled at the duo before turning back your focus on Riddle and his chaperones, "I assure you, those blood does taste good too if you know your way around it."

Trey and Cater raised their eyebrows and glanced at each other, seemingly knowing what they would present for you at the next Unbirthday party.

"Is that so? Then I'll make sure to have your Grace have a taste of it at our next tea party."

𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐰

It's only natural to see the beasts ripping the guts out of the prey with their bare fangs. 𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐰 surely offers an entirely different vibe when it comes to banquets.

Until Leona signals them, the beasts are nothing but starving predators, ready to shred the prey into minced meat. But Leona is nothing but a calm and obedient beast when it comes to you, eagerly waiting for you to give him the accord.

One tilt of your head and a nod is all it takes for Leona to snap his fingers, the chosen beasts leaping toward the prey eagerly as their claws and fangs tore them apart.

Jack was the fiercest among the others, even more than his seniors. For someone who held an upright moral integrity, he had it revolved around you and all sense of justice had been laid onto the tip of your tongue.

Ruggie on the other hand only watched in amusement next to Leona, waiting for the next batch of captured prey to be feasted by him. He would not cut line and steal a bite of what's not given to him from you, oh nooo, he was a patient hyena.

Leona cocked his head to you, eyes focused on you while waiting for you to lock your eyes with his, "Should I grab one for you to eat too, your Grace?"

𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞

Mostro Lounge has always offered the best dining experience. It is not to be doubted again that 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 is most definitely going to serve you the finest meal, personally handled and cooked by the Tweels.

And of course, those who fail to fulfill the terms of Azul's contract have to feel how the merfolks gut them, spilling their whole innards all over as they choose which part is considered the most delectable for you.

From the sophisticated look of the beverage, tinted dark red yet a hue of purple could be seen, giving it a pleasingly aesthetic look for you to fawn over before you drink it down.

On the silver platter was a heart, decorated with things you had no idea about but you had seen back in your world. Fancy diners always do that, you thought to yourself.

"Only the best part for your Grace." Jade bowed down as he adjusted the plate and utensils. Floyd was grinning from ear to ear as he dusted the sugar cube into your drink, "And something refreshingly sweet for ya' highness!"

You gave them a curt nod before slicing it, Floyd kneeling down next to you while his face rested on your chair's armrest, eyes glimmering in excitement as he waited for your feedback. Jade might not show it in his face but even you could notice how his feet tapped against the carpeted tile, something you'd never see from someone who could stand still for hours without moving like an inanimate object.

You gave them an approving nod and smile as you took a sip from the drink Floyd personally went over length to make for you, "Satisfactory as usual."

A pair of hands clasped on your shoulders from behind, Azul cooed right into your ear "But your Grace, surely it can go beyond that no? We'll make sure of that the next time you choose to feast here."

𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐚

Banquet has always been something that is always happening due to Kalim's nature and Jamil has never really found any joy from it.

But all that changes if the banquet is thrown for you. Oh, how the viper ensures himself to go beyond length in preparing the dishes. With Kalim's endless riches, he can use all sorts of ingredients one would never be able to obtain without spending a fortune for their rarity. Only the freshest and best ingredients are allowed to be used for your meal and so are the living meat of the students.

Everything must be set to a T. Kalim may not be a tyrant but when it comes to you? He's unconsciously pointing his fingers and brows scrunched at anything that is not abided by perfection. The lamps are not hung at the right angle, the pillows have not been changed into new pillows and the animals must be paraded in order and not roam like wild beasts. Anyone who just ever makes the slightest mistake will be sent straight to the kitchen as an ingredient. Had it not been for Jamil's suggestion to send them all bruiseless, they would have been beaten until they were nothing but pulp.

You were taking in the sight of the parade, everything was as amusing as you had always remembered. But the true highlight lay in Jamil's cooking, if you have to pinpoint the best cook in this twisted wonderland then it had to be Jamil. Unlike the finery of Mostro Longue, Jamil's cooking had a different feel to it. It was not as aesthetic yet it did not change the fact that it still looked pleasantly delicious. If Mostro Lounge accounted for the positioning of the food in a numerical and angle way, Jamil offered everything in a neat bulk. Curry, prata, shawarma, and all. Its display screamed for people to grab one yet no one dared to unless you ordered them to do so.

You cocked your head toward Kalim who was sitting right next to you, eyes glimmering in adoration as he drunk in your expression. Oh, would you finally like to have a bite? He held one of the shawarma out toward you with an empty plate in his other hand.

Jamil had ensured that there were 2 different platters, one for you which was made from the best ingredients and seasonings, while the other was less if compared to yours but still delicious nonetheless. One was made from meat and blood that had been considered the best while the other was made from those that failed to pass through the requirements.

You took a bite from his hand, savoring the taste of Jamil's hard work while enjoying the show of Kalim's tyranny. Truly, you love being able to taint your beloved sunshine.

"Say say, are you enjoying it all, your Grace? Not even a beat of music missed and all the food that sprawled across the room is ensured to be of the best quality." Kalim brought a goblet onto you and you held it in your hand. He gave you another grin that was just as blinding as the sun, his finger beckoned Jamil to pour you the carmine drink, squeezed from their cries of agony and pain before they were minced.

"But of course, your Grace has no need to hesitate to point something out if it's not to your liking," Jamil chimed in as he watched you swirl your goblet. The two of them stared right into your eyes, eyes enchanted by you despite one being an enchanter, "Because we seek only perfection for your Grace's taste."

𝐏𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐞

𝐏𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐞 prides themselves in their pitch-perfect diet. So what if their Grace has a different taste in the feast? All they have to do is readjust and tailor the whole dorm's diet to yours.

The fairest one of all, wearing a tiara that shines even brighter than any tiaras Vil has ever seen, truly living up to the radiance you emit just from sitting on the very throne with him standing right next to you.

It appeared that preparing a banquet was a huge feat for 𝐏𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐞 as they were divided into 2 teams. Team One prepared the whole occasion while Team Two flocked toward you, amusing you with a theatric show as you watched them from your throne.

It appeared that Rook's fascination with the world of theatrics and you worked really well as he 'acted' out the role of a lover professing his love toward the protagonist really well. Strings of bizarre praises and wishes rolled from the tip of his tongue smoothly as though it was by nature for him to act so already.

Epel on the other hand was all energized to drag the qualified livestock into the kitchen after Vil had inspected them all personally. The livestock was to be of a healthy diet, bruiseless and ailment-free before it was allowed to be cooked and feasted by the Grace.

The moment Rook was notified that the whole banquet was ready, a trumpet was blown and you were led to the dining hall which had been decorated to match your attire. Were you wearing something cute, pure, sexy, cool, or pop? Either way, 𝐏𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐞 never missed a beat in losing its elegance no matter what the theme was.

"Allow me," Rook pulled the chair for you to sit on before he readjusted the platter asymmetrically. Right next to your seat on the right was Vil sitting while the rest of the body stood, not daring to sit unless you allowed them to.

Seeing Epel all giddy observing you, you beckoned him to come to you and he whispered into your ear, "I seasoned it!"

You cocked a questioning eyebrow toward Vil and he could only sigh with a chuckle, "Oh what will I do with your Grace's taste bud?"

Rook poured a carmine red fluid into your glass, its smell told you that it was not made just from a fine wine but rather, a fine blood.

"A fine cocktail of white wine, dyed with a carmine golden drop, hand-picked and squeezed personally by me. Truly, your favorite, your Grace."

𝐈𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐡𝐲𝐝𝐞

Honestly, what do you even expect from all these anti-socials? They are nothing but a bunch of hikikomori yet the Shroud Brothers just know how to surprise you!

Unlike the impractical methods that the others use to earn just a golden drop of blood from the livestock, the dorm has created countless practical devices that help them to create something quickly.

Compressors that grind down the gutless livestock into a fine drink. Shredders that allow them to save time from having to shred from chunk by chunk. And a practical inspection device that helps Idia sort out the best for you to feast on.

Ortho had to be the most eager one of all, singing non-stop as he ensured all were to be finished quickly when you informed him that you would be choosing 𝐈𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐡𝐲𝐝𝐞 for your next banquet.

They specialized in efficiency and speed but that did not mean they lacked the skill of cooking a delicious dish. While it may be pale when compared to other dorms, 𝐈𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐡𝐲𝐝𝐞 is a great option for when you are craving for something and want it to be on your plate in a short moment. They might not score 12/10 but they were able to at the very least score 8/10. Surprised much? Ortho had been practicing how to cook and all from the data Idia inputted into him.

"Uurgh.. uhh... y-your Grace... so what is the verdict? A level up? Or an increase in the ranking board? O-Ortho is really expecting your answer..."

You raised your eyebrows at his stuttering, "Getting better," you stopped for a moment to chew again, "and delicious."

Ortho immediately leaped toward you from Idia's back, causing him to squeak, his metal arms wrapped around your neck, "I'm glad! Please keep on coming here and I'll make sure to be the best cook you'll ever have!"

Idia brought a napkin over to your face, "Yes... should your Grace ever need for a quick meal, please come by... Me and Ortho... and Ortho... will always be ready at your disposal."

But who were you but the all-knowing God, you knew there was a slight taint of blot in your meal, Ortho, you assumed.

𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐢𝐚

Lilia has to stay away from the kitchen. But don't worry, the bat is entrusted with hunting down livestock for the youngsters to process into something edible.

Malleus on the other hand is ready to strike anyone down with lightning should they make the slightest mistake in the banquet preparation.

Sebek is in charge of inspecting the livestock while Silver is in charge of the most gruesome part of the job (which was appointed by you for fun.) which is gutting. Surely tainting someone so pure like him has to be your favorite feast.

The candles on the table were all lit in emerald hue, fireflies surrounded you as Lilia levitated around you, joyously guiding you toward the dining table.

There you could see Malleus sitting on the second host seat, his hand prompts you to take a seat across from him. Lilia pulled the chair for you to sit before Silver walked out of nowhere, holding a plate of dishes for you to feast on.

Sebek on the other hand had been arranged to stand right next to Malleus, part of him was happy yet part of him envied Silver. Nonetheless, no barks had ever slipped past through his sealed lip.

"Kukuku, the boys went through great details and length in preparing this whole banquet, well, me included. It was fun hunting down these livestock for you," His index finger felt your platter, "it makes me feel like I must pick the ripest for you... feeding you... aa~"

Soon, he brought a forkful of meat sliced by SIlver earlier while you were distracted by Lilia. Malleus smiled at your dazed-out face and the way realization washed over you.

"May your Grace enjoy the blessing that you have graced us tonight." Malleus raised his goblet, urging you to do just the same.

"Cheers!" Lilia wiped your mouth with the napkin, Silver's hand holding out your filled goblet.

𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐲 ???

"My words! Did you have fun, hm?" Crowley immediately lunged toward you the moment you entered his office. He gave you the cutest pout you could ever see from him, his cheek rubbed against yours repeatedly.

"Are you jealous, Dire?"

"Of course not! How can someone as magnanimous as I, be jealous of my own fledglings?" And as though to prove to you his seriousness, he even posed ridiculously with his staff.

You cackled at him before giving him a kiss on his cheek, "I'm home, Dire."

Crowley stopped acting up and turned serene, giving you a smile that didn't seem to reach his eyes.

"Welcome home, Master. Dinner's ready as usual."

Oh old times... ???

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dreamescapeswriting · 22 days

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Bound By Rivalry ~ JJK

⤜WORD COUNT:2.9K

⤜GENRE: established relationships, University AU, NON IDOL, jungkook being a soft baby boy and protecting the reader

⤜PAIRING: Jungkook x Fem!Reader

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - April 2024

⤜MASTERLIST

TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF READING BEING SLAPPED, BLOOD (Slapped by a professor not by Jungkook)

It was one of the last days before autumn break and this was the last place that Jungkook wanted to be, it should have been on top of the world with his break coming up but instead, he felt a sense of dread washing over him. He'd gotten into a small, maybe a large, argument with one of the other guys in his economics class and had started a scarp in the courtyard, and ended up punching him which now led him to be inside the principal's office.

"I understand you want to move classes but I need the teacher's permission, he has to sign the form. Without that, there's no way I can move you." A voice Jungkook knew all too well sounded from the door and he glanced over to see his principal - Dale - staring behind him at whoever was in the office with him.

"But you don't understand I need out of there, he's-" The voice stopped and Jungkook stared over at you, biting down on his tongue as he watched you straighten your back a little. Were you trying to switch classes because of him?

His eyes drifted over you as he took in your appearance, you looked as though you'd been crying but that didn't stop you from being beautiful, not that Jungkook would ever admit that out loud. He hated that he even admitted it to himself. You were smart, quiet, shy and damn right gorgeous.

He didn't like you.

At least that's what he told himself whenever he had to be around you, which was quite a lot.

No one ever really spoke to you at the University, you were a scholarship kid, and you also worked in the school office during your free periods and in the cafeteria on your lunch breaks. It was why you didn't have many friends at the Uni, no one wanted to be friends with someone who was serving them lunch or working for the principal.

"I'll be with you in a second," Dale's voice was strong and demanding at Jungkook and he smirked at him, waving his hand.

"Take your time, I'm sure you have much-pressing matters to attend to." He wiggled his eyebrows at Dale's assistant as he walked into his office, leaving you and Jungkook alone as he stared over at you.

"Switching classes?" Jungkook asked, he had to admit that his interest was piqued at the thought of you moving classes because of him and he couldn't resist the opportunity to tease you. You glanced up, startled by his sudden intrusion, you hadn't even realised it was him in the office with you.

"What's that all about, Yn?" He raised an eyebrow at you and you shook your head,

"It's nothing," You mumbled, attempting to brush off his inquiry with a forced smile, you wanted to get out of his vicinity as quickly as humanly possible but Jungkook jumped up and blocked the doorway.

"Are you trying to escape the brilliance of my intellect?" He teased, a playful glint in your eyes and you scoffed at him,

"Hardly, Your ego is big enough to fill the entire lecture hall," You quipped at him, but your words lacked the usual bite that Jungkook loved so much.

The two of you had been battling for the number one spot in the university ever since you had started there and you hated him, maybe hate was a strong word but you disliked him a lot. It didn't matter how hard you studied, or how much effort you put into your work he would always beat you, without studying and all while mouthing back to the teachers and it rubbed you the wrong way.

Jungkook got to walk through the University as though it meant nothing to him and he still got everything he ever needed handed to him on a silver platter.

"Are you struggling with the workload? Not everyone can handle quantum mechanics." He quipped at you, you rolled your eyes a little and tried to swallow your emotions. There was no use telling anyone what was happening in class, not when they'd dismiss you or take the teacher's side so you just shook your head.

"I thought you'd be happy to see me go." You mumbled at him, slowly looking up at him as he frowned at you. As much as he teased you a lot about everything he wouldn't be happy to watch you leave, who would challenge him? Who would make him want to stay on top of everything? Without you he was nothing.

"Ah, but where's the fun in being a genius if there's no one to challenge me? Besides, I enjoy watching you squirm whenever I'm around you?" You rolled your eyes at him and sighed, wanting nothing more than to go back to your dorm and rest for the rest of the night, but you had to stop by your physics class and ask the professor a question first and Jungkook wasn't helping by taking up your time.

"You don't make me nervous, as much as you think you do Jungkook."

"Never wanted to make you nervous, sunshine." The nickname sent shivers down your back and you tried to push past him, failing and stumbling back a little.

"Mr Jeon, you'll be here every day during your second period," The sudden sound of another voice in the room made you both turn around,

"What?" You both asked in unison, turning to face the assistant - Daisy - as she smiled over at you both, clearly not realising you weren't friends, not even close.

"As punishment for your fighting with another student, Dale thinks it's fitting for you to be punished this way."

"But I work the second Period." You told her as if she didn't know that already. But there was no way you were going to be able to sit with him for an hour a day for god knows how long so he can tease you more. That one free period was your time away from him.

"Good, you can show him what you do and how to answer the phone."

"But-" You were cut off as Jungkook wrapped his arm around your shoulder and you shuddered, trying to ignore the tingling feeling you got up and down your back.

"We're going to get so close, Sunshine," Jungkook chuckled and you shoved past him, wanting nothing more than to get out of there as soon as possible, the form to switch classes closely clutched to your chest.

Your footsteps echoed down the corridor as you made your way to Professor Thompson's office, your heart pounding as you tried to shake off the uneasy feeling that was rising in front of you. You didn't want to face him, you never wanted to face him but you didn't have much of a choice. As you reached the door, you paused, steeling yourself for what lay ahead. With a deep breath, you knocked softly on the door,

"Come in," His voice slurred as you took in a deep breath, slowly pushing the door open and heading inside. Your stomach churned at the sight that greeted you, Professor Thompson was sitting slumped behind his desk, a half-empty bottle of whiskey clutched in one hand, his words slurred and disjointed.

"Ah, Miss Y'n, what brings you here?" He sneered at you, it was no secret he hated you, he'd made it pretty clear from day one of you being in his class senior year that he wanted you to get out but you'd stuck it out. As long as you could but he was bringing your grades down, constantly failing you because you were the only woman in his class. A woman that could keep up which seemed to baffle the old drunk, so he'd fail you.

Every paper you handed in would come back with an "F" slapped on the top, the same paper you'd give to another physics teacher who would give you an "A" based on what she'd been reading. Swallowing hard you trembled giving him the paper,

"I need...I need you to sign this, professor. It's a request to transfer out of your class," You hated that you were running from him but he was a drunk and a misogynist who didn't think any woman could handle his work.

His lips turned into a cruel smirk, his eyes narrowing with malice,

"Ah, so the little mouse wants to run away, does she?" He slurred, getting up from the chair and walking toward you, but stepped back. He was drunk, it wouldn't take much for you to kick him and run but you needed him to sign it first.

"Please, Professor, I just...I can't do this anymore, you're right...A-A woman can't handle it." You lied, trying to plead with him to sign it but his laughter rang out like a gunshot, harsh and mocking.

"Too weak, too stupid! Is that it?" He spat, his voice laced with venom as he stared down at you,

"I knew letting women into the University was a bad idea, especially those who can't afford it," He mocked, your eyes stung with tears but you refused to let them show in front of him.

Unbeknownst to either of you Jungkook was watching the whole exchange from the doorway, he'd followed after you to bring you your bag but when he heard the exchange it was like he was frozen on the spot.

"Please, just sign the form." You begged, your voice weak and trembling with desperation.

But before you could react, Professor Thompson's hand shot out like a bolt of lightning, the back of his hand connecting with your cheek with a sickening crack. Pain exploded across your face, hot and searing as you raised your hand to clutch your cheek. You stumbled backwards, your vision swimming as you fought to stay upright, but your hands wrapped around your waist.

"Yn," Jungkook rushed out, his voice filled with a mix of concern and fury, tears blurred your vision as you struggled to make sense of what had just happened, humiliation and fear pressing down on you and suffocating you.

"Pressor, what you did was utterly despicable. you have no right to treat a student - anyone - like that!" He yelled out at him, turning back to look at you, his heart breaking as he noticed blood running down your cheek. Fury built up inside of him at the sight of you injured, his fists clenching at his side, hitting his teacher would do nothing but it didn't make him want to do it any less.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Thompson slurred out, his head shaking violently at the young man in front of him,

"Don't play dumb with me, I saw everything." He spat out, his voice was cold and unforgiving, you couldn't tear your eyes away from Jungkook, you'd never seen him so protective over someone before.

"You should be ashamed of yourself! You're a fucking teacher, you're supposed to teach us and yet you choose to abuse your power!"

"I...I'll have you know, I am well within my rights to discipline my students as I see fit," He slurred yet again,

"It's no longer the 70s Thompson! You can't hit a student," Jungkook boomed, wanting nothing more than to fight the older man.

"I can do whatever I want,"

"You're sorely mistaken, you think for one second I'm going to let you get away with it?" He laughed at him, walking you out of the office and pulling you into a nearby empty class.

You pulled your hand away and noticed your fingers were streaked with blood, you winced a little feeling a fash in your flesh. Drawing your hand away and noticing blood coating your fingers, bright red and thick. He'd cut you, most likely on the class ring he wore and tears rushed to your eyes again.

"Shit," You hissed out, Jungkook gently took your face in his hands and tilted it to look at him, his fingers were shaking as he stared at you. It was a cut on your cheekbone that looked deep but not deep enough for stitches.

"I can tidy it up, come on." He whispered, about to link his hand in yours but you pulled it away,

"It's covered in blood," You mumbled, not that it would bother Jungkook. Getting to hold your hand was a blessing and he wasn't going to miss out because of a little blood.

"If you think for one second I'm bothered by a bit of blood you're wrong. You're hurt, Yn." He hissed out, his anger still at its boiling point because of Thompson, but as you slipped your hand in his it started to slowly melt away.

"Is he the reason for wanting to move classes?" Jungkook asked as he stood between your legs, your head tilted toward the light as he carefully cleaned up the wound that tainted your gorgeous face.

"Yeah, he constantly fails me even when I do great. He's a misogynistic asshat," You mumbled, hissing a little as he applied some alcohol to the cut, wiping it clean and making you smile weakly.

"I'm sorry you had to deal with him like that,"

"Only female in the class, he was bound to single me out," You laughed dryly and Jungkook shook his head, gently adding some butterfly stitches to the cut,

"It probably didn't help when I was constantly teasing you though, I am sorry." He murmured, his voice filled with genuine remorse.

"I never should have teased you so much. It was all just in fun, but I crossed a line."

"Jungkook...Your teasing never bothered me," You laughed a little and looked up at him,

"It pushed me to be better than you. I actually enjoy it." You giggle as you admit it to him and Jungkook felt a wave of ease wash over him as he saw you smile again, though he would never get the look of fear washed out of his mind.

"Thank you for helping me," You said as you looked at him, your eyes searching his as the two of you sat alone in the nurse's office. Standing so close to one another you could smell the aftershave he was wearing,

"I'll always be here for you," He admits, running his hand over your cheek and smiling weakly, your heart skipped a beat as you stared at him, your pulse quickening the longer you stared at one another, his hand still cupping your face.

"I care...I care about you, more than I could ever say," He finally confessed,

"I know we've been rivals but...There's always been something between us and I know I'm not the only one that feels this way," He whispers, almost as if he wasn't entirely sure of what he was saying. There was a high chance you'd tell him to leave but he needed to tell you otherwise he never knew when he'd get you alone again.

"You're not...alone in feeling that way," You whisper as you stared at him, both of you silent for a second before he leaned closer to you. You closed the distance between you, your lips brushing against his in a tender caress. It was a gentle kiss, filled with passion as you carefully wrapped your arms around the back of his neck and pulled him closer to you.

The years of pent-up attraction for one another unfolding as you made out, your heart racing so hard you could feel the blood pumping in your ears. Jungkook deepens the kiss, his tongue licking everywhere he can reach, your tongue sliding against his. He could kiss you forever and never get tired of it, but he knew you were in a vulnerable place and needed to stop. He bites your bottom lip softly before you pull apart, both of you panting heavily as he looks at you.

"We should go tell Dale, make an official report and get Thompson out of here,"

"That's where your mind went after kissing me? I must be a terrible kisser," You half teased, your heart sinking at the thought of him not enjoying it as much as you had. You turned away from him, wanting to look anywhere but at him but he slowly turned your head toward him,

"If I kept kissing you I'd never leave this room, once the report is done we're going out on a date."

"A date?" You quipped and he nodded at you, kissing your lips again and pulling back. As much as he wanted to stay there with you he couldn't stand the thought of Thompson ever being near you again.

After months of working hard with Jungkook the two of you were neck and neck with your grades but neither of you seemed to care about it anymore. You worked together on projects, and ever since you started dating it had been a whirlwind romance and you became the power couple of the school. Especially after having Thompson removed from the premises.

"Did you see the announcement?" Jungkook asked as he sat beside you in the principal's office. It had been his punishment to work here in his second period but he found himself enjoying the time with you.

"You're number one," He told you with a smirk, your eyes widening as you rushed to your emails trying to find out if it was true or not.

"I beat you?!" You squealed a little too loud, turning back to your boyfriend who couldn't stop his smile.

"If I had to be number two to anyone, I want to be number two to you," He whispered before kissing you softly.

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joeys-babe · 3 months

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Joey B Blurbs: The Real MVP

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Summary: Flashforward. Joe wins MVP after an amazing comeback in the ‘24-25 season. In his speech, he has to thank the person who supports him like no other, the real MVP.

Warnings: Fluff

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine universe: Into The Mystic

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*NFL Honors for ‘24-’25 season*

After a hectic day of running the household alone, I settled on the couch with Tyson and Miles to watch the NFL Honors ceremony.

Joe had his name in the MVP running, and I couldn't be more proud of him.

Last season was less than stellar, with his calf strain causing him to miss camp and his season-ending injury serving unfinished business on a silver platter.

This season he showed the world who the fuck Joe Burrow was.

Not that he felt the need to, but Joe showed NFL viewers that he was worth every penny of his contract extension.

Throughout the ceremony, Tyson and Miles were scanning the audience for their Dad. They'd “helped” Joe pick out his outfit just a few days ago and were so excited to see him in it.

When it got to the MVP category, I held my breath and closed my eyes.

And the 2024 Most Valuable Player is…

My heart was beating out of my chest.

Joe Burrow!

Tyson and Miles stood up on the couch and started jumping up and down, and for once, I didn't get onto them about it.

“Daddy won!” - Tyson

“Daddy won!” - you repeated

My heart soared when Joe walked to the stage, feeling slightly nostalgic when I got deja vu about when he won the Heisman in college.

Joe started his speech by thanking his coaches, coordinators, and trainers before he began tearing up thanking his family.

My eyes matched Joe’s misty ones, just like they did at the Heisman years ago.

“But- I uhm need to thank the real MVP.” - Joe

When Joe said those words, I shook my head, thinking he was going to mention Kid Cudi or Spongebob.

“She wasn't able to be here tonight because she's too busy in Cincinnati being the best mom ever, but I would like to mention my wife. Thank you for always being my biggest cheerleader, y/n. You've been one of my biggest support systems since I was a scrawny senior in high school. I will always be grateful for everything you’ve done and continue to do that has made me the man and player that I am today. I'll admit, I was super nervous for tonight, and I called y/n in the bathroom. Her voice alone calmed me down, but the words gave me enough confidence to leave my hiding spot in the bathroom stall. Thank you for being my best friend, y/n. I love you more than life.” - Joe

Tears streamed down my face as I listened to his sweet words.

“Oh, and thanks for this award. Who Dey!” - Joe

With that, Joe left the stage and walked back to his seat, more in love than ever.

He'd never felt so happy.

When I heard my phone ding, I thought it would be Robin to point out Joe’s sweet words, but instead, it was Mr. MVP himself.

Did you watch my speech? :)

Yes. Currently crying. I love you so much, Mr. MVP.

I'll only be Mr. MVP if you'll be Mrs. MVP.

I’m not a player, though. 🤨

His next text gave me butterflies, it amazes me that his effect on me hasn't changed even after all of our years together.

Most valuable person, baby. 😁

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Authors note: short as heck but whatever

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Hope you enjoyed!

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m-beloved · 6 months

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Black hair and blue clothes? You must be my type || Bi-Han x gn reader x Kitana || Mk1 intros

In this, you have the role of Liu Kang's assistant/secretary. You help him carry out whatever he needs and accompany him on any business related things. Pt.2 here

Ooc characters, hinted past romance between you and Bi-Han, hinted mutual pinning between you and Kitana, no use of y/n

Bi-Han vs you

Bi-Han: Why settle for being in Liu Kang's shadow when you can join my side and be greater? You: I appreciate the offer, Bi-Han but I am content with my role under Liu Kang.

Bi-Han: Join me and we shall seize power together. You: Bi-Han, I don't want power nor do I need it.

You: Bi-Han, please stop being so stubborn and see reason. Your brothers miss you. I miss you. Bi-Han: I have no brothers. If you really missed me you would have joined me.

Bi-Han: I don't like seeing you with Kitana. You: She's a good friend to me. I won't give her up just because it upsets you.

Bi-Han: I've heard about the princess of Outworld taking an interest in you. You: We just have a lot in common. Bi-Han: Is that so?

You: I wonder if your touch is as cold as I remember. Bi-Han: Allow me to remind you.

Bi-Han: What makes the princess better than a Grandmaster? You: Bi-Han, it's not like that. Bi-Han: To you.

You: Bi-Han, what you said to Tomas was unacceptable! Bi-Han: It was the truth and it needed to be said.

You: Bi-Han, I miss spending time with you. Can we please just talk? Bi-Han: We have nothing to talk about. You: We both know that's a lie.

You: Kitana doesn't trust you near me. Bi-Han: I could care less about her opinion.

Kitana vs you

Kitana: I've never met someone as interesting as you before. You: I'm flattered, your highness.

Kitana: I don't know if I trust Bi-Han around you. You: He wouldn't hurt me that badly. And if he tried to, I can take him. Kitana: That's not the only reason why.

You: Mileena seems wary of me, especially when we're together. Kitana: She's just cautious. Pay her no mind.

Kitana: I've heard of how close you and Bi-Han used to be. You: I enjoyed his company, but no longer do so.

Kitana: Johnny told me of this Earthrealm activity we could do, it's called a "movie date". You: I've never been on many of those before, but I wouldn't mind doing one with you.

You: Raiden seems to like you, do you reciprocate his feelings? Kitana: Unfortunately for him, my attention has been on someone else for a while.

You: Bi-Han doesn't like seeing you near me. Kitana: The feeling is mutual.

Kitana: As the Princess of Ourworld, I'm expecting to marry someone eventually. You: Would you like me to help you choose a suitor? Kitana: I already have someone in mind. I'm looking right at them.

You: I wonder how sharp your fans are. Kitana: Would you like me to show you?

Johnny Cage vs Bi-Han

Johnny: I've seen the way you look at them. Admit it! You love them. Bi-Han: I hope you fall down the stairs and break your neck.

Johnny: I've noticed something you and Kitana have in common. Bi-Han: Which is? Johnny: Blue clothes, long black hair and liking the same person.

Johnny: So I've been thinking about taking your ex on a date. Bi-Han: They are not my ex, and if you even go near them I'll break both your legs.

Bi-Han: Stay away from them, Cage. Johnny: Or what? Bi-Han: I'll bring your severed head to them on a silver platter.

Johnny: You like-like them. Everyone can see it! Bi-Han: I will drown you in a pool of your own blood.

Bi-Han: If you touch them, I will rip off both your arms and beat you to death with them. Johnny: Woah there! Possessive much?

Liu Kang vs Bi-Han

Bi-Han: You've done nothing but hold them back from reaching their true potential! Liu Kang: They have never shown signs of unhappiness under my guidance.

Liu Kang: They seemed to have moved on from you. Bi-Han: Impossible. Once that princess is gone, I shall be all they think of.

Bi-Han: Release your hold over them! Liu Kang: They have chosen to serve me of their own free will.

Johnny Cage vs Kitana

Johnny: I've seen the way you look at them, princess. Kitana: I have no obligation to tell you about my private affairs, Cage.

Kitana: The movie date went well. If I had known you knew so many courting rituals, I would have approached you sooner. Johnny: Y'know, if you want to make a move on them, I can help with that too.

Johnny: I think they must have a type. Kitana: What do you mean by that, Cage? Johnny: Blue clothes, long black hair and has siblings. Coincidence? I think not!

Johnny: If you ever thought about going on a date, consider letting me film it for ratings. Kitana: I would prefer for my personal life to stay personal.

Kitana: Do you have any Earthrealm rituals to keep any courting rivals away? Johnny: Bi-Han's chilling near them again, huh?

Liu Kang vs you

You: Lord Liu Kang, may I asked how you courted Kitana's counter-part? Liu Kang: I think that is something you should find out on your own.

Liu Kang: I hope Bi-Han and Kitana don't distract you from your duties. You: I would never let anything get in the way of serving you my lord.

You: Bi-Han refuses to see reason. Liu Kang: There is nothing we can do but hope he realises his wrong doings.

You: Kitana seems to be interested in negotiating with me more often now. Liu Kang: Is that what you think she's doing?

Johnny Cage vs you

Johnny: Pulling not one but two? Man, you must be something special! You: Pull what? Cage, is this another Earthrealm slang I'm too old to understand?

You: Thanks for letting Kitana know what a movie night is, I enjoyed our hangout. Johnny: Always happy to play cupid.

Johnny: I have no idea why you like Grandmaster bossy-pants. He has no chill. You: He wasn't always like this. Not with me at least.

Johnny: You have a type, don't you? Blue clothes, long black hair and in positions of power. You: What do you mean by that?

Johnny: I heard Kitana's looking for a suitor. You: Raiden will be pleased to hear that. Johnny: Not what I was trying to hint at, but okay.

Johnny: Can't say I blame Kitana and Bi-Han. You: What?

Bi-Han vs Kitana

Bi-Han: They will never love you. Kitana: What makes you think they'll like you either?

Bi-Han: I will take pleasure in presenting your severed head to them. Kitana: The fact that they once enjoyed your presence bewilders me.

Kitana: I will not let you harm them! Bi-Han: Harm them? I'm going to reclaim them.

Kitana: I don't trust your presence around them. Bi-Han: The feeling is mutual.

Bi-Han: You are not worthy of them. Kitana: And you think you are?

KItana: We've known each other for decades. Bi-Han: I've known them in ways not even Liu Kang is aware of.

Bi-Han: They once told me that I was the first who ever made them consider stepping down from Liu Kang's side. Kitana: I shall be the second and last to do so then.

A/n: I don't know if I'm writing these characters accurately or making them Ooc. I'll probably write a part two or fanfic with a plot revolving around this, but I'm not sure how it should go yet. Reblog/comment if you have any feedback, want to be tagged in the next part or simply want to share your thoughts. I always appreciate them

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miranyx1337 · 3 months

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Alastor x angel reader

FEATHER chapter V

When I opened my eyes, I sensed it was the day I never wanted to face. The day to start implementing a grand scheme against heaven. Crimson light pierced through the curtains, but it wasn't the familiar sunlight. A magnificent pentagram gleamed above the hotel, and an army assembled against heaven. They aimed to extinguish my people, but did I possess the right to thwart them?

I observed malicious smiles honing angelic weapons, relishing the thought of golden blood. Yet, what emotions would Adam's blood evoke in me?" I'll likely be his top priority. I suspect he forced my mother into silence and passivity. If only I could erase his little secret from memory.

If souls could be judged anew, why hide it? Is it about his dignity or perhaps the will of God?"

Strips of bandages cascaded near my bare feet. As I reached the portal in the nick of time, I grievously injured two of my wings. The pain of unfolding stiff feathers pierced my back, accompanied by a subdued hiss escaping my lips.

Examining my ravaged visage, circled light eyes, disheveled hair, and wings with missing feathers. I confronted the memories of the previous evening. Running my fingers over my cheek, recalling increasingly embarrassing details,

Wait, didn't Vaggie once mention that Alastor's favorite meal was decaying deers? Oh heavens, I hope he didn't consume them yesterday. I watched as my cheeks reddened and feathers bristled. It wasn't what I had planned, yet I easily surrendered to the arms of the radio demon.

I braided my hair and arranged feathers in any sensibly stylish manner. Trembling hands slowly buttoned up the snow-white shirt, a silver corset wrapped around me, and beneath a light skirt with a slit, long black boots peeked out.

"What time was really left? Three weeks until the battle?’’ Approaching the balcony with determination, I forcefully swung open the doors. Only 4 or 5 meters separated me from the ground. With a smooth movement, I jumped onto the railing. maintaining balance by leaning on one of the columns.

Barely 9 days passed, yet it felt like an eternity without flying. A few deep breaths, I spread my arms to sense the balance. Seconds from the jump, a sudden tug pulled me back. A black tentacle gripped my waist, and moments later, I found myself in the arms of radio demon.

"I knew you might feel regret, but I wouldn't accuse you of suicidal attempts," he whispered directly into my ear. I sharply recoiled, standing on my own.

I glanced back to utter the first words of the day. "Jumping from the balcony is nothing compared to a hellish portal," I proudly replied, resuming my climb on the railing.

"Sweetheart, just wait a little; impatience isn't a trait of wise people," he cautioned.

"What should I wait for? An army furious angels led by Adam?" I questioned.

"Wait for my plan to work."

"No offense, Alastor," I addressed him directly for the first time, "but your army of cannibals can only break their teeth on celestial blades."

His face revealed he didn't take criticism well. " Oh, I see you don't appreciate demonic beings,". The atmosphere thickened. "And me.

When I first learned about the plan from Charlie and Veegie, I was terrified. However, my deep longing to return home was tied to their success. My lips opened in silent astonishment; they truly wanted to face the angelic forces.

So, what's the plan? Invite them for dinner with our own bodies?"

The plan is the last thing your beautiful silver head should worry about. I'm the one pulling the strings here, Soon, we'll partake in a feast with Adam's head served on a platter and golden drinks in our cups."

"Stop talking like that about my kind ," I insisted.

"Oh About angels flying here to murder hundreds of souls or those who aren't in a hurry to descend for you?" he mocked.

My lips tightened in a grimace; I felt anger taking control over me.

"Alastor, stop!" - I shouted, to my own surprise, feeling my hand clenching on the cold metal.

A blue chain led from my hand straight to the tied demon, who instantly froze.

Alastor looked at me with undisguised surprise, his eyes wandering across my face and hands, trying to connect the dots until he finally found an answer.

Alastor POV:

Angel magic weakened contracts but also made them susceptible to a new owner

The hands that touched me with unique delicacy this night, now are helding the chain tightly around my neck and hands, instantly making me to be on my knees

As quickly as they appeared, they vanished, and I desperately gasped for air.

Y/N approached, visibly in shock but stopped a few centimeters in front of me.

The sudden command still echoed in my ears, piercing through my body like a blade.

Traces on my wrists and neck burned. I know the feeling of chains, but their angelic version was something else on my sinful skin.

Oh fuck it, I became properity of an angel

From her bewildered eyes, I gleaned that she has no idea what just happened. Does she even know about soul contracts in hell? If not, it's better to keep it that way. "Give me a second," I propped myself up on trembling hands, clumsily attempting to stand, "and I'll explain everything."

I felt a slender arm lifting me up. She gripped my face, examining it from every angle.

"We will talk later," she uttered with a gaze lowered.

I tried to read something from her expression, but with a stony demeanor, she turned towards the balcony.

A strong gust of wind forced me to lean on a cane and close my eyes. When I reopened them, Y/N had dissolved into the air. Only the shadow of wings traversed the crowd gathered below.

Simultaneously, giving me time for deep reflection on how to deal with this... unconventional situation."

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nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos · 7 months

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I did it I did it I finished chapter one I did it

Someone should probably pat me on the head.

Fuck it I'll do it myself.

Bit shorter than my chapters usually are (I usually aim for 3k-4k words), but the stopping point just sort of served itself up to me on a silver platter and I couldn't resist.

So it's only like just over two thousand.

So this is the fan fiction I've mentioned a few times, with the OC whose character sheet I will link among my Masterlist alongside this fanfiction.

Enough rambling, here we go.

Hearing Problems

Chapter 1: A Deadly Challenge

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Tags: Slow-burn, Enemies to Lovers, eventually NSFW, uh, if I think of more I'll add them or something

Trigger Warnings: None for this chapter

Wordcount: 2.1k

After having her sloop sunk by the Buggy Pirates and losing moat of her worldly possessions in the process, the normally solitary mercenary Karimi Lionne finds herself teaming up with the rag-tag little crew that is the Strawhat Pirates to defeat them. She bonds with them far more quickly than she bargained for, and that quickly turns into a problem for the Kiku Kiku no Mi devil fruit user when she learns of Nami's plans to leave them high and dry, and Zoro issues a challenge at Baratie that he very likely won't live long enough to regret.

"Which one of you is Monkey D. Luffy?"

Karimi didn't even bother lifting her head at first. Slumped back into the elongated bench seat that wrapped around the railing of Baratie's bar, head tilted back against the back rest with her tricorne hat tilted down to cover her eyes, she was pretty sure she had gone a little too heavy on the rum. She didn't drink often when she was traveling alone, and she usually traveled alone.

"Who's asking?" she heard Nami ask from the seat next to her.

Everything had recently changed for Karimi, when the Buggy Pirates hired her to assist in retrieving a map of the Grand Line, and she had failed to get her hands on it before it was stolen by a different crew. Buggy had been enraged enough to sink her sloop as "compensation," leaving her stuck there until Buggy made the mistake of going after the crew that possessed the map he so coveted.

The crew in question had been more than happy to take her with them—at least, their captain had. The more the merrier, in Luffy's borderline empty head. Karimi had honestly enjoyed her time with them, and it didn't hurt that Luffy's idol, Red Haired Shanks, had been her own mentor for her first two years on the open sea. Luffy was easily as hilarious as he was infuriating—the young pirate was naive as they came, but he had enough heart to make up for it, a no-name with an ambition stronger than anyone else she had ever met.

And with someone inquiring about him in a renowned seafaring restaurant despite Luffy's relatively green career as a pirate.

Just as Karimi decided to lower her head and get a look at the inquirer, she heard Zoro speak up.

"You're Dracule Mihawk."

And she froze like a statue.

Zoro's words had such an instant sobering effect on her that she felt like her head was spinning. That was a name that she knew, a name that anyone who had been out on the ocean for as long as she had should know. Dracule Mihawk, one of the seven pirate warlords, a pirate so powerful that the World Government had chosen to ask him for an alliance rather than attempt to continue fighting him.

And the man standing at their table just to the left of Zoro, the man that Usopp had just introduced as his "new best friend", matched every description that Karimi had ever heard of him. From the broad-brimmed hat to the enormous greatsword to the piercing yellow eyes.

Those yellow eyes flickered between the four of them. "I have business with your captain."

Karimi thought her heart might have ceased beating for a when his eyes lingered on her own for a moment, before shifting back over to Zoro.

"If you know what's good for you, you'll hand him over."

"We don't know anyone named Luffy," said Nami, her voice cautiously aloof. "Right, Zoro?"

But that was absolutely no use, and Karimi knew it.

She could hear the whirlwind of thoughts swirling around in Zoro's head, and quickly realized what he was about to do, the idiotic words that he was about to let spill from his mouth. Without any concern for the fact that the others still didn't know about her devil fruit abilities, she quickly blurted out, "Zoro, for fuck's sake, don't—"

"I've been following your career since I was a child. It's an honor to finally meet you, sir."

Zoro didn't even hear her as he stood from his chair, speaking slowly, in a low and almost toneless voice.

If he was seriously going to challenge one of the most deadly pirates in the world to a fight to the death, Luffy needed to know—immediately.

Darcule Mihawk did hear her, his sharp yellow eyes flickering over to the girl for a moment as she stood, swearing under her breath and adjusting her hat before storming away from the table toward the kitchens.

Then back over to the green-haired young man. "Thank you," he said shortly, rolling his eyes a little.

"Which is why it pains me to inform you that tomorrow..." He paced a few steps across the deck. "You're going to die."

Usopp's jaw fell open, and the ginger haired girl sitting beside him sat up straighter, her eyes widening. "Wait, what?" she demanded.

"I, Roronoa Zoro, challenge you to a duel." Mihawk looked back over his shoulder, not bothering to hide his disinterest. "To the death."

The boy by far wasn't the first, and he certainly wouldn't be the last. Mihawk turned around to face him at this. "I've never heard of you," he said, with the air about him of shooing a fly away from the rum of his wine glass.

"They call me the Demon Pirate Hunter," said Zoro, leveling his eyes with Mihawk's. "But my lifelong dream is to best you in single combat and become the greatest swordsman in the world."

There wasn't the slightest ounce of intimidation in the younger swordsman's eyes; only a cold, unshakable confidence and resolve. Perhaps this would actually be interesting—certainly more interesting than chasing after this Luffy character that Vice Admiral Garp was so interested in.

"You're serious," he said after a moment."

"Accept my challenge," said Zoro, a ghost of a smirk on his face. "You'll see how serious I am."

"Very well." He walked forward in slow strides, and Zoro remained unblinking, unflinching. "Tomorrow at dawn. And when I'm done with you, pirate hunter..." Mikhawk stopped in front of him for a brief moment. "I'll take your captain."

There was no rush; while he suspected there was a bit more to the young swordsman than just bravado, Mihawk was sure it wouldn't be enough. It never was. He would handle this Zoro, take Monkey D. Luffy to Garp's ship, and be done with the Marines until they found some other menial task to waste his time with.

He took a refill on his wine at the bar and took a seat toward the corner of the deck, further out of plain sight, and watched silently the chaos unfold amongst the small crew.

The orage-haired girl barking at Usopp to go find Luffy before dragging Zoro off by the sleeve of his shirt.

The self-proclaimed "captain" hurrying g toward the kitchen, and nearly running headlong into the other two of their number—a lanky, dark-haired boy in a very familiar straw hat, and the girl who had earlier stormed away from the table before Zoro had even begun to let his borderline suicidal challenge slip out.

She turned her head, her sharp green eyes honing in on his gaze for a brief moment, as if she knew exactly where he was seated on the crowded deck.

Then she gave the boy he could only assume was Luffy a sharp shove at the back of his shoulder, and the three hurried off to the exit.

It was an exceedingly rare thing that the Pirate warlord found himself taken aback. Leaning back in his seat, his head cooked slightly to one side as he watched the trio disappear. There might have been more to this than he originally suspected, more to this ragtag group of "pirates"—especially if Luffy was wearing the hat of Red Haired Shanks, a hat that had been given to the now infamous captain by Gol D. Roger himself.

And the girl.

Perhaps she could have simply inferred her crewmate's intention to challenge him—but the way she had turned her head on leaving the kitchens, turned her head and fixed her gaze immediately upon him....

That was something different.

Almost as if she had read his mind.

It was a bit of a disturbing thought, but also a fairly absurd one. There was every possibility she had trained in haki, though she did appear to be rather young to be able to use it that effectively. Such things weren't unheard of, but they certainly weren't common.

Still...she was a curious little bird.

He turned his gaze down to his wine glass, swilling the burgundy liquid with a small, thoughtful frown before taking a sip.

Perhaps it was just intriguing enough to find out more.

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Zoro wasn't budging, and Luffy wasn't helping.

Luffy was encouraging the sheer idiocy of his first mate's challenge, and Karimi had to remove herself from their presence before the temptation to wring both of their necks became too great for her to resist. Remove herself from the Going Merry entirely, taking with her a cheap bottle of wine that she had stashed away among her few belongings that hadn't sunk to the bottom of the sea with her sloop only days earlier.

She sat down heavily on the dock several yards away from the Merry, pulling the cork out of her wine and spitting it into the water before taking a long drink.

God, did she miss traveling alone.

Doing as she pleased, making her own way, taking on jobs from crews that needed the subtle touch of stealth and precision.

Not answering to anything but her own whim.

Not caring about anyone but herself.

She had so quickly come to see the boys almost as annoying yet still somewhat endearing little brothers. Nami was more distant, but that was understandable, given her situation with the Arlong pirates and her village, a matter Karimi had intended to talk with her about tonight before the younger girl's plans to leave the following morning with the map of the Grand Line and not a word to anyone came to fruition. Talk to her, try to help advise her even if she did plan on leaving, to make sure she was safe.

But right now, she didn't want to so much as look at any of them—much less continue to hear their bickering echoing around in her head. Everything was falling apart and she wanted nothing to do with it.

She tugged her boots off aggressively where she sat, followed by her socks, shifted forward to the edge of the of the dock, and slowly hung her legs over the side.

A shiver crept over her as she lowered her feet into the cool saltwater, her eyes slipping shut amid a small sigh—much of her strength left her body, yes, but so did the inane chatter of everyone else's thoughts that had constantly filler her head for the entire twenty years since she had eaten that damnable devil fruit.

She had been no older than four, and she didn't really remember doing it. Didn't know how she had gotten her hands on the thing, save for the fact that it had been on her father's ship. What the Kiku Kiku no Mi had granted her felt far more like a curse than a blessing compared to other devil fruit powers she had seen and heard of. Luffy, able to stretch himself like rubber and make himself impervious to so many types of attacks. Her father, able to control the wind itself. Her grandmother's mastery over water.

Marine Admiral Jackson "Volcano" Vesper, who's powers and revenge-driven madness had burned the village she had grown up in to the ground before he killed her grandmother in front of her and—

Karimi gritted her teeth, clenched her eyes shut and took another deep swig from the cheap Merlot before her thoughts could drift any further into the past. She set the bottle down heavily, lying back on the docks with a hand subconsciously shifting to the top of her head to hold her grandmother's old hat in place.

"Devil fruit, then, is it?"

Karimi stiffened like a statue at the sound of the drawling voice overhead. She swallowed.

Her blood ran cold, racing through her veins as her pulse quickened.

All she had wanted to do was catch a buzz. Calm her nerves enough to go confront Nami, and now...this.

For a long moment she remained laying there on the dock, not daring to move. Not daring to even open her eyes.

Then, taking a slow, deep breath, she let them slowly drift open, meeting the piercing yellow gaze of the pirate warlord standing over her once again.

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luvzxr · 8 months

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Innocence

nsfw (18+) mdni please. I think I'd actually cry.

Not 100% sure where this fic is gonna be taken as I'm the type of go with the flow writer. This may contain heavy subjects such as; depression, alcohol and alcohol abuse, slight age gap? (by a few years in my head. Not much.) possible smut. Possible mentions of gore but I probably won't go heavy on that. If I do I'll put a bigger warning in the future on the chapters that are heavy with them!

Hello! I figured I'd start on a series because I personally love longer series and the anticipation of waiting for wonderful writers to bring out new parts just hits different. I will personally be using an OC that goes by the name Sophie Hayes but going along with this fic it will be Sophie Redfield :). You are more than welcome to use your own name or a personal oc name however! I prefer to use names rather y/n or you/your! I've loved the name Sophie after reading a fanfic years ago on Wattpad and I fell in love instantly with the name so we'll be using my Sophie girl as the main character but like I said, you are more than welcome to use your own name or a personal oc name to fill that in for yourself!

ahem. Anywayss.

Description: The youngest and most innocent member of the redfield siblings finds herself falling for a the broken and not so innocent blonde agent whose been a well known long term friend with her two older siblings.

Word count: 2,294

Bang, bang, bang.

The entirety of my body jolting at every kickback that was shot from the firearms my current older brother, Chris, was using for his daily target practice. I couldn't help the wincing and jolts; I shouldn't be here.

I couldn't express to you how many times I tried to tug on the man's sleeve, shirt or even gentle taps to his shoulder to ask him when we were leaving but I barely got a direct answer from the him at all.

"Chris," I tugged on the shoulder strap of his bullet proof vest. I was beginning to feel more agitated by every passing second we stayed inside the echoing room that smelled nothing of gun powder. "My ears are starting to hurt from the noise. When can we go?"

"Throw these on Soph. They should help with the noise," he placed a pair of noise reduction headphones over my ears and the gave a few pats to my head before his attention was directed back to his previous target practice shenanigans.

But even with headphones my ears felt like they were throbbing against the muffled fabric, the thudding of my own heartbeat was getting overwhelming and even a teensy bit aggravating.

Stepping back to my previous seating with a sigh, knowing we'd probably be here for another hour or two, hell even three before he decides to even take it upon himself to rest and I felt like I was only losing a consistent battle with him.

The thing about Chris is he was the most stubborn sibling out of Him, Claire and I. He didn't budge half the time and even went on to say 'it wouldn't hurt for me to teach you a few things yknow.' And he wasn't entirely wrong but I hated everything that had to do with weaponry and violence, it made me feel queasy and left an unsettling feeling at the pit of my stomach just having my frail hands wrapped around the grip of a singular handgun.

The thing about me, however is if I push his buttons hard enough— guilt him. He might actually budge just a little bit and it grew to be a personal trick up the sleeve that both Claire and I used against him when we wanted something and he wasn't caving. Often times it worked more with me than with her so she always had me do the dirty work in that aspect.

However, I chose not to this time around. I chose to leave the heap of stubborn known as my brother alone because I knew in his eyes this was some sort of stress relief. It was serotonin regardless of how violent and unnerving I found it myself because to him this was what heaven looked like, served to him on a silver platter.

Here, he didn't have to worry about his life being on the line or other lives grasped in the palm of his hands. He didn't have to look the poor individuals in the eye as the light faded from them and leave yet another feeling of emptiness in his heart.

I winced at the mere thought itself.

I didn't have it in me to take that away from him. Not now.

Instead I sat like the good little sister I was and chose to endure the consistent bang after bang, each shot hitting somewhere between the head and shoulders of the practice dummies out in the range.

Running a hand through my hair, I sit with my arms folded over my chest, bouncing my left leg in anticipation and eagerness just to get out of this situation. I needed something to do besides stare off into the abyss because I couldn't even manage that, the sound of the reload and kick back of the trigger was the only thing my mind could focus on.

I allowed my cheeks to puff out. I should of stayed at home. I could be curled up in my comfy two set of pink Bugs Bunny sleep attire with some stupid film set on the television right now with some stupid microwaveable meal set perfectly on my lap. Hell, even popcorn would do. Anything was better than this. Doesn't sound like an appealing activity to spend your Friday Night, but anything was better than where I currently was.

You'd think that any 29 year old man would be at a bar checking out some girls that wore too little of clothing or just enough to hide what any man would be drowning in their own set of lust just thinking about it. That's an average thought for a man, right? That was fun to them especially if they were single. Instead, Chris was found here almost every day at the butt crack of dawn with no other excuse other than 'I need to practice my aim.' Though even I could read right through that lie.

I guess I shouldn't be judging the guy, it might come back to bite me in the ass because every morning for myself was the same thing just like him.

Wake up, quickly brush through my set of pearly whites and then rush down to the living room TV where my two other siblings would find me sitting until noon on most days watching the old cartoon channel where Bugs and the little annoying RoadRunner bird were to be found.

I realize I am 25 years old and that was probably a child like way to spend my mornings but I didn't necessarily care. It has been my morning routine since I was a little kid and it wasn't about to change just because people looked to me as if I was too old to be doing that.

I snapped out of my momentary thoughts of the night I could be having if I didn't allow Chris to drag me from my spot on the couch. The singular door to the range slide open, snapping my head to catch a glimpse of the figure emerging, he was hard not to notice.

"Chris,"

My brother took notice immediately, slipping his own set of headphone off to rest around his neck. His pistol being set to safety before resting it on the small counter in front of him, "Leon."

Leon had been a old friend of both Claire and Chris over the years, Claire being the first to of met the blonde years back in Raccoon City when all hell broke lose. He picked her up at a gas station that was swarmed with nothing but the undead, helped her through the mess even while separated and then the rest was history. In more ways than one I was thankful for him.

We weren't close like he was with my siblings. I knew little to nothing about his personal life and I suppose that was reciprocated when it came to him— he knew nothing about me other than I was the youngest out of the Redfield siblings.

I'd see him around the house every once in a while and usually the only interactions we ever made were small head nods or a wave of some kind but it was never a conversation. Maybe, if I was lucky— I'd get a 'Hey Soph.' But that even was a bit rare to hear from him. We kept to our own and I suppose that had something to do with the age difference and how I didn't work under D.S.O or even in the line of work that Claire took on. I worked at a little Café on the corner not far from where Claire, Chris and I all lived. A nine to five average job.

I was hardly ever in the loop with the three of them unless Absolutely necessary. Sometimes it irritated me and other times I was thankful for it.

"I'm gonna be heading out for the night but," I watched as the duffle bag that was hanging from his left shoulder was slightly moved to the front of him, rummaging through and pulled out what seemed to be a case file, "Director Winston wanted you to take a look at this. Our next case I suppose."

Chris had taken the flimsy case file into his grasp, giving Leon an appreciative head nod, "Sure. I'll take a look when I head home."

Yeah right. Like we would be leaving anytime soon.

I wrapped my arms over the top of the chair, my upper torso turned to face in their direction and I rested my chin down on my forearm all while my eyes fluttered shut. Sleep had really started to take a toll on my mind and body as of recently and as of now, I suppose it was showing quite a bit now.

I was still currently in College and as much as I loved my current job because of the customers and the environment in general was always something I looked forward to, It wasn't something I planned to do for the rest of my life. I somewhat had a plan for my future-- Something both Claire and Chris pounded into my head until it eventually stuck. They'd constantly lecture me on how I just needed to find something I loved to do, something I'd enjoy and wouldn't look at it like a job but rather a hobby but It wasn't like I needed much convincing from either of them.

I watched both of my siblings fight off all the bioterrorists and B.O.W.'s for years. I watched each of them fall apart and be forced to pick those pieces up on their own, one by one. I was a first hand witness to see how the innocence and light they once held in their eyes had faded away until it was nothing more than an old shell of who they use to be, drowning in the darkest parts of them would then you find maybe a small glimpse of their happy nature they once held.

In some sort of way, I understood their need for me to go to college, to have at least one of us find normalcy because deep down I suppose they knew I'd fall into that same work unless they drilled into my head where I needed to be.

It wasn't so bad, the only complaint I ever had was the bags under my eyes that I could only imagine were big enough to carry groceries if I wanted them to. And not the flimsy, small bags of dairy or maybe those small boxes of chex mix you'd snag from the shelves. No, I'm talking about the gallon of milk they'd have to double bag. The twenty four pack of soda you'd struggle to haul in through the front door. Hell, even the cases of water. I could carry all of it under the honey pools of my face.

I must of found my way into a short slumber because the last thing I remembered was faintly hearing both Leon and Chris murmuring amongst themselves over that file. Now, here I was with a few taps to my shoulder and both men looking down at me with what seemed to be amusement in both of their eyes.

"Cmon Sophie. Leon offered to take you home."

Oh thank god.

It was like heaven hitting my ears in nothing but pure bliss with the mere though of my aching back hitting the plush of that mattress waiting for me at home. I was practically jumping for joy on the inside, bouncing off every wall inside my head.

I rubbed the tired from my eyes with my palms, groggily speaking, "oh okay," a soft yawn escaping through all while I pushed and forced myself up from rather uncomfortable hunk of mental I had been sitting in for the past six hours now.

Hearing a chuckle from both men at me turning my gaze towards them but I couldn't find it in me to give a gentle glare or even a playful scowl because I was far too tired to do such a thing.

Both Leon and I begun heading out towards the door, my legs having a mind of their own to drag me around for the short period they needed to. I heard Chris call out to us which earned him a rather irritable groan from me that I though was only amongst myself but ended up being a little louder than intended.

"Make sure she gets through the door," he was in the process of placing those god awful set of headphones back over his ears.

"Will do," I heard Leon call back, giving a lazy thumbs up. He was trying to leave as soon as possible and I knew that. Chris however, was not and I could tell he was treating it like I was being babysat inside of just a drop off to the house.

"Key is in the small flower pot to the left of the door,"

"Got it,”

"Oh! also Soph, don't stay up too late. You got classes tomorrow. I better not see you up late or I-"

I finally had enough, finishing his sentence for him, "Kick my ass. Yes, I know. Can we go now?" I huffed, motioning towards the door with almost a whiney tone to my voice but I couldn't care less right now.

He let out a husky laugh, although I didn't find it very funny he was taking up more of my time I could be using to get a decent eight hours of sleep. But with a wave of his hand I was practically pushing Leon with my palms to get moving before he started talking all over again like he was a babysitter of some sort and giving Leon a run down on how to handle me as if I needed yet another person worrying about me in my corner.

#leon kennedy fanfic #leon kennedy #resident evil #leon s. kennedy #resident evil leon #leon scott kennedy #Leon Scott kennedy x oc #x oc #leon x oc #leon kennedy x oc #resident evil x oc #leon s. kennedy x oc

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scarletsaphire · 5 months

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5 Gray Ghost

5- Morning Kisses

Danny heard the soft sound of Valerie's hoverboard approaching where he lay. He didn't react.

"You know, I should chase you away right now," she said as she came to a stop next to him.

He heard the sound of her boots hitting the stone roof, walking over to him. He waited til she was next to him to talk. "Yeah, but you won't."

There was a moment of silence. Danny could imagine the conflicted face she'd be making under her visor if he opened his eyes. The wind rushed over him as she fell to the ground with a soft thud. "You're making me go soft, ghost boy."

Danny allowed himself a small victory smile. "Maybe you're just soft in general."

"You take that back," Valerie said. "Or I'll have to make you."

"Hm, no. You're welcome to try and change my mind. I'll pencil a fight to the after death next week, 4:35?"

Valerie snorted, and Danny let his smile grow wider. He still didn't open his eyes. "You really haven't changed, have you?"

"You should know by now, ghosts don't change."

There was the sound of air releasing. He recognized it, though not from Valerie. It was the same sound that happened when astronauts took off their helmets and the pressure released. That was odd. Valerie always tried to avoid taking the helmet off around ghosts.

"Maybe not," Valerie said, her voice clearer now that it was open to the air. Danny could see her face in his eyes, bathed in the morning twilight, the sun still not quite visible over the horizon. "But you do."

"Are you saying I'm special?" Danny asked. "I'm flattered."

"Yes, Danny. I do think you're special." That got him to open his eyes. She never called him Danny like this, only ever Phantom. He opened them to find her face, just as he'd imagined it, staring at him intently. She smiled at him, but continued before he could say anything. "I have for a while now, you know? Not since I met you, of course. But you already know that. When I first met you, I was a stuck up brat who couldn't imagine not having everything served on a silver platter."

She turned away from him, watching as the sun continued climbing into the sky. "And then, when I met you again, I hated you. I hated you so, so much. You knew that too. I certainly never tried to hide it."

"Valerie, what-" She raised her hand and cut him off.

"You never cared about that. Any of that. You still dated me anyway, even when I was trying to end you." Danny's breathing was naturally shallow whenever he was in his ghost form, but Valerie's statement made it even more so. "That was the hardest thing for me to understand, once I made the connection. Why would you give me the chance? I wasn't a nice person, in or out of the suit. I still don't really think I am. So, Daniel Fenton, why did you give me the chance?"

She turned to look at him, and the few words he'd been able to retain vanished when her eyes met his. Valerie seemed content to wait for his answer, simply watching as he opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water. It took longer than he'd care to admit to string together a sentence. "You were working so hard," he said. "Not only to support you and your father, but also because you didn't want to let anyone else go through what you had. And you may not have been nice, but you are good. And I think you're nice now."

Valerie nodded slowly. "And if I asked for another?"

"Another what?"

"Another chance. This time with no secrets between us. One more chance to not mess it up like I did last time."

Danny's mouth fell open again. He'd imagined telling Valerie, or Valerie figuring everything out, plenty of different times and in plenty of different ways. Even the best case scenarios involved anger, or betrayal, or hurt in at least some way. This was more than he'd ever hoped for.

It was instinct that made him lean forward. He hoped it was for Valerie too, because he saw her leaning forward before he shut his eyes again. With the golden light of the sun finally crossing the horizon, shining on their faces as they kissed, Danny could only hope that Valerie took it as the chance it was.

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guideofkeys · 9 months

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Rhysothy Week 2023 Day 1: Dessert/Drinks

Better served cold

(Dark Fantasy AU, Warlock!Rhys/Knight!Timothy. Some cute dark fluff)

The air was full of aromas: spicy, sweet, even slightly tart - from which Tim’s mouth filled with saliva and made him want to swallow his own tongue. Distracting from the rich palette of smells that surrounded him, Timothy returned to reality in order to find himself in a room that looked more like a castle dungeon. The walls of dark, cold stone were decorated with tapestries of noble purple color, in the center of which an eye or a huge sun with a dot in the middle was embroidered in gold. The room was illuminated by several magic crystals that hovered near the ceiling, emitting a cold blue light.

Someone would have found such an environment ominous. But not Timothy - perhaps, for a long time spent in Rhys’ company, he managed to get used to everything: to the strange habits of the latter, and to his tastes (from clothes to spells) and even to the manner of speaking.

“Don't you like it?” Rhys drawled from across the table. Timothy wondered for a moment how best to formulate the thoughts that tormented him. To begin with, the fact that Rhys decided to make a surprise for him and celebrate the anniversary of their acquaintance by cooking an amazing dinner flattered him. A lot. The dinner really turned out to be incredibly delicious - Rhys must have appeased the evil deity he worshipped with some special sacrifice. But then, when Timothy finished with the meat in honey sauce and spiced mashed potatoes, it was time for dessert. The sight of which knocked the ground out from under his feet for a moment.

“This…” Timothy started. During his time working with Hyperion, he learned to be as good at lies as the famous royal diplomats. And yet, this lie sure will leave a terrible aftertaste.

“Dammit. You want truth?

"Yes-s," Rhys smiled. This is how a cat smiles before pouncing on an unsuspecting mouse.

Timothy closed his eyes. Took a deep breath. Gathered his strength. ...And lifted the food lying on the plate. Namely, a heart lying on a porous sponge cake in a blood-red jelly. It was shimmering from the inside - Rhys must have enchanted the organ so that it pumped sugar instead of blood, and gradually became covered with pinkish crystals.

“...Some expressions are figurative, Rhys. I want their heart on a silver platter - is one of them.”

“Ah. Writers!” Rhys spread his hands. “Won't you even try it?”

"Whose is it?" Timothy sniffed. The dish smelled faintly of strawberries.

“Hmm. What if I told you that you knew each other?" There was an evil shine in Rhys’ eyes. “I killed your enemy, Timothy.”

“Cute. Which one out of ten. Or, wait, out of hundred?”

“The one that didn't escape.”

“Makes sense,” Timothy shrugged, and, without thinking twice, poked his fork into the disgusting treat.

Like any, at least a little magical stuff, the heart beat several times from this. Tim found it strange that his appetite was still showing signs of life.

“...I hope I won’t die.”

“Pff, on the contrary.You will gain some of the power of... I don't remember who.”

“Interesting. And way more convenient than killing monsters," he closed his eyes, trying not to think about what exactly he was eating. Strangely, despite its origin, the dessert tasted very good. Sweet, porous, tender.

“Oh. I'll keep that in mind," Rhys winked. “As you said, you have a lot of enemies. And I don't mind turning them into something beautiful.”

#rhysothy #rhysothyweek #rhysothyweek2023 #fic #fluff #Rhys #Timothy Lawrence

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ndostairlyrium · 7 months

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speak-no-evil, megaphone, pencil for all of them?

O: these are super interesting!! Thank you so much!

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

Elanor

That she can be so demanding when things just aren't served to her on a silver platter. Can be the smallest things like favors, or severe stuff like feelings. One tell that indicates she's restraining herself is her lips being so tight they form a straight line.

Hawke

He perceives himself as weak and pathetic, but he never shows publicly the sadness he feels because of it. He trained himself to just fake it to the point not even his family can tell he's upset.

Ankh

Her rage. More like raw frustration, which is something she needs to suppress or else she'd set fire to everything without a single remorse. It gets better after Corypheus is defeated but sometimes she just needs to take a deep breath and keep her hands busy.

📣 MEGAPHONE - how loud are they? what do they speak like? got a voice claim?

Y E S

I love this question! And I know italians in my followers list will have a good laugh at my choices 💛 or maybe they'd be just very concerned lol

Elanor

She has a decisive voice and you can tell she took lessons to refine it, I would say its tone is deep and a bit nasal but not too raspy. She's composed, most of the times, but when she gets loud she gets loud.

I do have the perfect voice claim for her but I can't find adequate vids or short clips << I'll elaborate on it another moment

Hawke

Oh he's loud and proud! He does have range of course, but when he has to draw the attention of someone on the other side of the street he just yells rather than walking there and tap their shoulder. Also he has a great singing voice o: I picture him as an effortless baritone.

His voice actor is just perfect so I won't go there, neither in eng nor in italian.

Ankh

Her

I like how the female inquisitor voice sounds in eng but like, how about the really annoyingly enthusiastical aspect of Lav's personality?? And what about the "I'm totally messing with you but there's a shade of melancholy behind it"? Where is it??

That's the perfect voice.

✏️ PENCIL - is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them?

uuuh I'm terrible at this and I know 80% of the time I will spend on this ask will be dedicated to this answer lol (I wasn't wrong)

Elanor: "It is a mistake to think you can solve any major problems just with potatoes" Douglas Adams

Hawke: "If you're really a mean person you're going to come back as a fly and eat poop" Kurt Cobain

Ankh: "I tend to think that emotions are for ugly people" Willam

Emoji Ask Meme

#long post #oc emoji asks #ask meme #elanor cousland #kerry #ankh #the voice one is all over the place I'm sorry #I've been thinking of their ranges A LOT #but explaining myself is hard and explaining myself in another language IS HARDER lmao #maybe I can dedicate a post to it umm

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semi-imaginary-place · 10 months

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more ffxvi

Torgal really is more Jill's dog than Clives. Torgal and Jill are both from the Northern Territories, it was Jill that was carries Torgal around all the time in the prologue, The legend of the Northern Queen who was a Dominant of Shiva and who had a magic frost wolf like Torgal named Fenrir. Only thing is that Torgal had lightning powers not ice ones.

If Clive is going to Drake's Head might as well have a shot at the mothercrystal. just saying getting in will be hard enough and the chaos from one will make the other easier. although that would mean back to back boss fights without ifrit.

oh joshua is in dhalmek too, clive really does just keep missing him.

for the biggest merchant in rosaria, uncle hasn't been as plot important as he could have been.

I do like benedikta and hugo's relationship. his genuine love for her is probably his most humanizing characteristic and i like the ambiguity that we don't know how benedikta felt about him, did she actually love him, did she love his power, or was she manipulating him, a mixture of all three?

Harbard is great already and he's maybe spoken 5 lines. peak visual character design up there with clive for best design in the game. at least in english very interesting accent. he know clive as mythos so established as a mysterious character that knows more than we do. he is coming off as really evil right now and it works well. question is if your majesty refers to barnabas or ultima.

seriously clive since hugo is camped out like 200 ft away from the mothercrystal heart you might as well destroy it now instead of having to break in a second time.

clive headache sufferer representation. the classic magic headache.

what is this. asura's wrath subway surfer.

ffxvi is gay! happy pride! a finger on the monkey's paw curls and all the major characters are men and the writing for the women is a mixed bag. at the cost of women we got an on screen gay kiss. they're going to die.

damn quinten fomenting rebellion and putting a militia together. but i still dont get why the black shields are serving the lord chief justice. i thought we wiped them out is rosaria and if any the order survived i dont see why anabella would let go of useful pawns. the problem is that the lord chief justice is one corrupt man in a system of corrupt men, even if you take him down his successor might be just as bad.

really you give your old imperial assassin name to the rich noble and not a more useful name like clive or cid. clive should set his uncle up with his weapons collecting rival.

... ffxvi is torgal's origin story. when clive dies at the end to save the world or whatever torgal's going to be supped up on every eikon's power.

if crystaline dominion is so well fortified, armed and ready for a seige, why not go for waloed first its farther sure but also less expected.

so sylvestre believes olivier a god reborn. just what is anabella's tie to all of this.

oooh that repeated flower symbolism for sabreque. sylvestre likes it but it exists for him not the other way around, served to him on a silver platter. he places it twice in dion's lapel when bidding his obedience "for the good of the empire". for olivier its a plaything carelessly and easily discarded and forgotten on the floor. anabella steps on it as she passes by.

oh shit dion is starting his rebellion immediately. if dion was smart about this he could have had a military coup. he's been leading the frontlines for years, he's a national symbol, the military might choose to back him over olivier. I'll be sad when he dies.

dion attacking the city is out of character. ooooh he's trying to destroy the mothercrystal's heart but the shots are getting deflected. goetz what are you going to do in an eikon fight you are going to get killed and be a liability, go home. there's something wrong with dion.

yup yup ok ifrit and phoenix are two parts of the same fire eikon that was seen on the fallen mural.

ZETTAFLARE!

the bahamut fight has been the first one to seriously impress me. the others were cool but they didn't blow me away like this one. the combination of aerial battle at the edge of space, cool dragon, the two brothers finally reuniting, the lore confirmation about phoenix and ifrit, that dion doesn't seem that bad a guy, the giant crystal flower???? love this stuff.

oh yeah another battle where the devs forgot about jill. this is becoming a recurring theme. i mean its appropriate here but joshuas on death's door.

ah so emotional trauma and ultima command. yeah the fallen/ultima totally made the eikons. well there goes my theory that anabella was orchestrating things. turns out it was olivier or ultima in olivier.

joshua are you sure you're ok to be priming so soon again. shiva can fly too.

ah the sky is falling. that is how you know we're in world destruction end game now. huh its almost like destroying the mothercrystals is unleashing the end of the world. really should have researched this more cid. oh so now in addition to deadlands we also have aetherfloods everywhere. standard setup would be to break ultima's last seal and then beat up ultima, we'll see what ffxvi does. yeah good job clive you sacked storm and made it nice and easy for waloed.

joshua came back to the hideout, why the hell didn't you do this 5 years earlier.

l'ubor has jill pose as the mercenary captain and clive the noble merchant? jill sure clive is not believable.

Joshua really should have reunited with his brother earlier. the Undying... Rosaria has a secret service, it wasn't that big. I was wondering why Jote was serving Joshua. must be nice to be a prince heir.

back to quinten. this storyline is a bit odd. both sabreque's old and new capital have been... exploded. you'd think the lord chief justice would have other problems than a personal vendetta.

I've spoken about my problems with the timeskips already and I'm going to do it again. If you aren't going to show how the passage of time has affected people don't bother writing a timeskip into your story. For example with Clive 18? 20? years have passed since the beginning of the game, that's almost a generation. Many of the elderly he knew have probably died not of violence or external factors but from old age. The one line we do get is from the guardians of the flame section about how there's only old shields left. or what about all the rosarian children and young adults now that have never known a a rosaria without sabreque. We meet a lot of older characters and mentors for Clive but what about those younger than him that are also fully capable adults now but do not/barely remember the pivotal events that shaped his life like phoenix gate. I think Mid is the only one and I'm not sure how old she is.

I know sidequests have to be kept msq ambiguous but its very funny running around rosaria and talking to sir wade with joshua 5 feet behind clive.

taking the kanver survivors to the hideaway is a bad idea. the hideaway is suppose to be secret for a reason: protecting bearers. its not an all purpose refuge and if too many know the location, its security is compromised. 80% of the hiddeways' security is from being in a place no one would think to look. Not to mention it isn't that big, certainly not big enough to take on a city's population. A better idea would be to bring them to eloise in dhalmek, closer to their old home, doesn't threaten the hiddeway, but out of akashic danger.

Seiphnir(?) was a cool fight. too bad he's dead which means i won't get to see it again. the scene with barnabas and clive was funto watch but cowards i want even more swordplay choreography.

I think should have been reunited with Clive already before the timeskip, the game never gives a good reason why he stayed away for 5 years. (64% SPOILERS! or well mission 38 technically) and Joshua joins just like that without any problem. Sure he was busy researching and countering Ultima but he's still doing that now with the party. He might have even gotten more done with Clive's help and a chocobo to ride on. I don't think Joshua would just sit there and let his dear brother be abused as an imperial slave for 13 years. Like 8-10 years I can buy because he's just a traumatized kid and the last time he saw Clive, Clive went berserk and tried to murder him. But Joshua seems to have come to terms with Ifrit already by the time we meet him again so why didn't he come and save Clive? (real reason of course is that Clive is the main character).

hmm. in hindsight they shouldn't have pulled out zettaflare. powercreeep real. should have kept it at exaflare

#ffxvi #ffxvi spoilers

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kaijusmoocher · 1 year

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Offer me your name at my altar

A/N: Time for my annual Bartseq post about the bastards aka read as my scrambled brain is clinically insane for 3k words and then collapses so I can go back into the void until I'll appear again next year.

Pairing: Khaba x Ammet (big surprise)

Description: Fluff mixed with angst and more fluff. And some more angst because I can't let them be happy.

Warnings: It's heavily implied that they did some rather unholy things off screen but there are no real descriptions of it, mentions of death if you squint. If you see any spelling errors no you didn't. Also please be aware of the feral octopus @shadowy-dumbo-octopus

Story under the cut!

There is something fundamentally different in the way Khaba calls out Ammet’s name.

First and foremost, there is the obvious part. If somebody overheard Khaba mentioning Ammet’s name in passing conversation, they would assume he is a friend, possibly a lover.

Now, knowing Khaba the cruel and the fact that he wouldn’t utter Ammet’s name anywhere where it would be possible for people to overhear him, one would have to be eavesdropping on the sorcerer which isn’t a very good idea with sorcerers in general, and even less if the magician in question is named „the cruel“.

So even if some unfortunate spirit overheard a certain name leave Khaba’s lips, there wouldn’t be any opportunity for them to think the underlying tone in which the name is uttered, considering the usual lifespan of a spirit that decides to poke their nose in Khaba’s business is not a long or particularly joyful one.

The countless spirits of varying ranks which are currently suffering in neatly arranged rows of essence cages are more than enough proof of said sorceres short temper when it comes to eavesdroppers, not to mention the unexplainable illnesses that usually take hold of whoever was ludicrous enough to send their spirits to Khaba with the intention of working out some plot against him.

Not one single soul, spirit or sorcerer alike would have ever guessed that Khaba was referring to a spirit, and Ammet was gleefully aware of that. If his master whispered his name, it was without the malice that usually distinguished the way sorceres addressed the spirits, their slaves.

Ammet was different from the other spirits that were unfortunate enough to work under Khaba. There was no open distaste dripping from the sorcerer’s lips as he talked to him, no barked orders that made the poor spirit on the receiving end remember their position as a slave with each hissed word. No, not when Khaba was speaking to Ammet. Never when he was speaking to Ammet. If his name danced on Khaba’s tongue, there was something that reached far deeper than a spoken word should be able to.

Every magician, alive or long dead, was very aware of the power a spirit’s name had over the creature. It was the usage of their true name that allowed them to call spirits into their realm, to force them into a physical form and to bind them to the orders that were given to them, giving them the choice between cooperating with said orders or having to endure severe punishments if the unfortunate spirit in question messed up. In that way, a spirit’s name was everything they really had, and so it comes to no surprise that spirits usually kept their name as secret as it was possible to avoid any further enslavement.

Ammet, however, couldn’t help but to think that even if his master wouldn’t have been the one to summon him, he would have given Khaba his name anyway. Hell, he would have offered his name on a silver platter, even if the silver burned his essence to bits and pieces. He’d gladly choose this human time and time again for the rest of eternity, no matter the fact that staying on earth too long would irreversibly damage his essence and make him go mad with pain. No matter the price, he would stop at nothing if it meant that he would be able to serve Khaba just for a few heartbeats longer.

How could he resist, really? When Khaba spoke his name, it wasn’t as if the sorcerer was talking to another human either, No, the soft whisper that left Khaba’s lips was something that only Ammet has been privy to, for no other creature on this earth could compare with the soft call of Khaba’s voice.

Every syllable that left Khaba’s lips as he muttered Ammet’s name was something akin to a prayer, filled with adoration as every letter sinks into his skin like a psalm offered by a devotee to their beloved god. They leave Ammet helpless in a way that he has never felt before, not even when compared to all his experiences that he gathered during his long time of serving different masters on this wretched planet.

Ammet, as a marid and therefore more akin to water as an element, was used to the dark depths of the oceans and whatever horrors lurked within. But Khaba’s words were molten silver, banishing the cold and burning their mark into Ammet’s essence.

Sometimes, Ammet couldn’t help but to feel as if every single one of Khaba’s words was slowly dissecting him, cutting with a sharp blade and gentle hands all the way through his essence until he would lay fully bare in front of the human, no disguises to cover his form. Just Khaba and him.

And as thrilling as it was, as hard as Ammet had to fight against each of his deeply ingrained survival instincts that screamed at him to get up, to rip our the scalpel from his essence and fight back against whatever made him feel so vulnerable and exposed, he felt strangely at peace when the touch of molten silver caressed his form and hands that were stained black by his essence brushed so gently against his form. In a way unknown to him, despite being eons old, he wished for the burning touch as soon as the feeling left his body.

If given the opportunity, he would reach for the silver scalpel himself, just to peel his outer layer fully apart and offer Khaba what he had never offered any other create before. He would rip and tear through however many layers of his essence it would take just to hear Khaba calling his name again, and to offer the sorcerer what he had difficulty to put into words.

This is me, with no disguises to shield me, with no lies to keep myself save from the cruelty I have experienced from your kind before. I am yours. Call my name again, for it already belongs to you. I belong to you.

In return, there is something fundamentally different in the way Ammet calls Khaba’s name, too.

As unusual it is for a spirit to be addressed by their master with anything else than cold dismissal or seething hatered, the fact that Ammet calls his master by his first name borders on nothing short of bizarre from a more traditional standpoint. Even if it isn’t Khaba’s birth name that Ammet is calling, it still breaks almost every single rule that usually keeps the spirit at bay.

No self-respecting slave should call out a masters name like Ammet calls out for Khaba. Especially not if said slave was forced into a realm to follow orders against their will. And no self-respecting master would ever let their name be called in such a matter. Not when Ammet whispers his master’s name against the sorcerer’s lips in a tone filled with adoration, devotion and wonder.

For Ammet, it’s like tasting the sweetest forbidden fruit any garden could ever have to offer, knowing full well that you will never able to enjoy any other fruit because the juices if the forbidden one have caressed and stained your tongue with the first bite, making any other taste pale and dull in comparison.

The only thing that slightly mellows the sweet taste is the fact that Khaba is unable to offer Ammet his birth name - long forgotten by years of intensive sorcerer training back when Khaba lived in egypt, as a young boy. With each step that Khaba took forwards the memory of his birth name slipped further from his grasp, until it was no more than a dull, murky shadow that could not be remembered, even if Khaba would have tried to do so.

And gods, he had tried. He would offer Ammet his real name without any second thought, knowing full well that he was playing with fire. Letting a spirit know your real name is akin to a death sentence for sorcerers, but Khaba cared little for this fact. If given the opportunity to remember his first name, Khaba’s very first instinct would be to whisper it against the marid’s lips, only of his ears to hear. He would offer up his own name to the creature in front of him within a heartbeat. And Ammet is more than aware of this.

Still, even if he is unable to call his beloved by his first name, the marid isn’t one to complain about little details. Not when Khaba, his dear master would so sweetly offer him anything he is without a second thought. And this fills Ammet with glee. It encourages him even more to gently whisper the name of his human, in rooms where there is nobody present but the two of them and Ammet has the opportunity to taste each letter on his tongue, to sample and enjoy every single one of them like a fine wine.

He can tell that Khaba enjoys this too, when he observes the way the sorcerer smiles when looking at him. Moments like these make yearn for a world where he can have Khaba all to his own, where there is nothing else to think about than the sweet taste of his masters name on his lips.

The reality, unfortunately, looks nothing like that. Even if Ammet follows his master around every step he takes, watching over the sorcerer from his disguise as the mans shadow himself, Ammet has to be careful. Other magicians, especially the other ones of Solomons 17 are always looking for a way to get rid of competition, as Ammet has had seen countless times with magicians. This time, however, it was different.

Not once has he ever felt as much anger as the first time he had overheard one particularly gruesome plot to get rid of his beloved master. Not once in his eons of existence and serving other magicians had the mention of a name elected such an aggressive response out of the marid - the spirits who were chosen to be send out to injure his master were ripped to shreds before they came even close to catching one glimpse of the tower in which Khaba resided in.

Even hours later, in his masters personal chambers far away from anything that could hurt him, Ammet was restless.

„They said your name“ he had whispered, claws digging into flesh as he pulled Khaba impossibly closer to him. „They said what only I should be allowed to say. Trying to take away what was mine“. And Khaba had done nothing but to chuckle and placed a hand on the marid’s claws, keeping them there despite the wounds that were already forming, despite the blood that was running down the sides and staining Ammet’s form.

„They may have said my name, they may have had the intention to hurt me“, Khaba had said, his voice low and gentle, yet slightly amused. „But as you can see, I am in the best hands. You would keep me save, wouldn’t you? Why would I need to worry about trivial matters as these, my dear Ammet“ - one of the magicians hands had brushed over the back of Ammet’s hands, gently. Way too gentle to be directed at a creature like him, but Khaba continued anyways. „Let them say my name. I could not care less.“ Khaba locked eyes with Ammet that moment, his voice a low purr.

„There is only one person that I could care about when they say my name, and that would be you. You should know this. Others may speak my name, but it only holds worth to me if it comes from your lips. Nobody else.“

You offer me your name in return, like the sweetest sacrifice a devotee could ever offer their god. You place it down on an altar dedicated to me and smile as I dig my fangs into your skin. You are mine in return. Your name only holds significance if it falls from my lips, because there is nobody on this earth who you belong to more than me. You are mine.

But there are days when simply calling the name of his beloved isn’t enough. Days on which Ammet suddenly is served a painful reminder that his lover is mortal - easily fragile when compared to him.

One day, he knows, Khaba will call out his name for the last time. And now matter how loud Ammet screams out, he will never get an answer in return.

On days like these, he kisses Khaba like he wishes to devour him whole. The promises spilling from Khaba’s lips are sweet poison and Ammet laps up every single drop before diving in for more. „I’m right here“, Khaba whispers. „I’ll stay with you. Right here. You have me.“

The words leave stains on Ammet’s tongue, on his claws, on his essence. In response, he grabs Khaba tighter and digs his claws into his skin. Ammet wishes for nothing more than to carve his name into the humans flesh, over and over again, as Khaba’s words burn into him like molten silver and brand the marid in return. Until there is nothing left of the both of them but the whispers of each other’s names that they share between kisses. Until his eyes can only see Khaba, and nothing else. Not as if anything else would really matter to him in the first place.

This is the way Ammet has decided to cope with the gnawing feeling of emptiness that threatens to consume him, overwhelmed by feelings most creatures of his kind won’t experience and deeply fearful of the day on which Khaba will be forced to leave him behind.

But there is no time for such musings right now, not when Khaba calls his name so sweetly, breathless and with fingers digging into Ammets skin to ground himself.

There is no time for Ammet to delve into the deep waters of what will happen to the both of them once Khaba is gone, not when a touch of molten silver grazes against his skin and sets his whole being alight. Not when every breath Khaba takes breathes fresh air into Ammet’s lungs aswell.

How foolish Ammet would have to be to focus on anything else but right now, when Khaba smiles at him with a droplet of blood running down his lips, where Ammet’s sharp teeth broke skin during their frenzied kissing.

„I want your eyes on me“, the marid murmurs, tracing the twin scars on the magician’s face ever so gently despite his strength. „Nobody else but me shall ever have you“.

And Khaba smiles, leaning into his touch. Eyes tracing the creature in front of him like he is looking at the finest work of art ever created. „And you have me“.

Ammet’s hands grasp at the magician in front of him in a way unusual for a spirit like him. He holds the human as if digging his claws into his skin ensures that Khaba will never leave again, like every kiss against his lips is a promise.

„You have me in return“, Ammet’s actions scream, even if he isn’t uttering a single tone. Not that he needed to. Khaba knows his lover well enough to be aware of what his actions mean. The bruises on his skin will serve as a sweet reminder of his marid’s devotion, and Khaba carries them with pride.

He knows that he’ll use them to rile Ammet up later, when the sorcerer intentionally brushes against them over the fabric of his robes, knowing fully what lies underneath and seeing the edges of his shadow glimmer just a bit too much for an actual human shadow as his lover tries his hardest to compose himself.

Khaba is fully aware that his lifespan as a human is significantly lower than the span of his beloved, and knowing that someday, someone else will call his marid’s name and force him to carry out orders simply makes Khaba press against Ammet even harder, as if trying to merge their bodies into one.

Knowing that he alone will be the only one that Ammet has ever desired and adored, hoping that he will be able to leave a mark on Ammet’s essence so that the marid will carry a piece of him forever.

A few hours later, as they lay in bed exhausted and simply basking in each others presence, Khaba brushes his hands over Ammet, deep in thought. „Nothing will ever able to compare to this. Not in this lifetime or in any other“, he muses against the marid’s form. The fact that any lifetime without Ammet by his side would be worthless to him remains unspoken, but Ammet understands the implications anyways and it earns Khaba a quiet chuckle in return.

„As long as I am here you won’t have to worry about these things. Not that anything would have a chance to compare with me in the fist place, dear master“, Ammet murmurs, and Khaba almost consideres smacking him with a pillow to wipe the smug smile off his face, but tender moments like these are hard to come by and to ruin this one out of pride would be a waste. Instead, he rolls his eyes and pulls Ammet closer.

Truth be told, he barely cares about what will await him in the afterlife. Whatever it is, Ammet is worth it. And should he be punished for loving the marid, then so be it. He doesn’t wish for salvation.

Why should he care about the opinion of whatever god may judge him after he passes in the first place? No, their judgement means nothing to him. Not when the creature snuggled soundly into his side is the only thing in this world that Khaba deems as truly divine.

When I speak your name it leaves stains on my lips, my skin and my soul. You deem them beautiful. I kiss the marks I have left on you in return. Nothing that we’ll ever experience will be able to compare with the way your voice claws at my body as you speak my name as answer to my whispers. I offer my name and everything I am to you and you accept and offer me your name in exchange.

#the bartimaeus sequence #bartimeus trilogy #bartimaeus

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handicappedbuenchico · 9 months

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Think about some strong opinions (about anything) that you have. Could be about RP, life, school, work, people. Where did that come from; what happened to make you feel or think that way?

I'm going to use this question to share some of my horror movie opinions here, specifically my A N.ightmare o.n E.lm S.treet franchise hot takes (mainly Freddy's Dead because WHOO BOY 😩) because I have a lot of those I feel. Also, I am fully prepared to lose my N.ightmare franchise fan card, as I know damn well that these are very unpopular opinions. All of these opinions will be under a read more because like I said I have a lot, and if you want more in depth explanations for my opinions, I'll have to make individual posts about them because Tumblr hates multiple in-depth explanations in one post apparently.

The original A N.ightmare o.n E.lm S.treet from 1984 and A N.ightmare o.n E.lm S.treet 3: D.ream W.arriors are extremely overrated - I always found them to be extremely boring. Also, Nancy's death was really underwhelming when you look at it in terms of the rest of the series.

F.reddy's D.ead is NOT a feminist movie in the traditional sense (it actually makes the female characters, specifically Maggie, look worse when you really think about it) - The only "feminist" things about it was that it was directed by a female, R.achel T.alalay, and that almost every victim in the movie is male with the exception of L.oretta K.rueger. The main female characters within the movie itself are written horribly while being given the protection of plot and main character armor even though they didn't really do much within the narrative to really earn it. No not even Tracy. The male characters that aren't Doc and Freddy himself are treated like they have no agency/autonomy in the story, and they're only there to narratively serve the female characters their purpose in the story on a silver platter until the narrative erased them from existence when they were no longer useful because why the fuck not. *cough* John Doe doing basically all the detective work about Freddy for Maggie and spoon feeding her the info that Freddy had a daughter and not a son as HE was dying *cough*

F.reddy's D.ead's portrayals of child emotional and physical abuse are disgustingly offensive because it treats those types of abuse like jokes, while they give all the seriousness and tact to the child sexual abuse survivor - Yes, I know they couldn't make a joke of child sexual abuse. Even still, Carlos and Spencer's REAL trauma and abuse should have been given the same care and attention as Tracy's. Tracy didn't have to go on a cringy exposition dump on the type of trauma she's supposed to be suffering from, nor did she feel the need to point out any physical reminders of her abuse and trauma when the movie thought the audience would forget about it. Carlos and Spencer shouldn't have had to either. Also, if you couldn't make Freddy joke about sex abuse, maybe don't have him making entire comedy routines out of physical and emotional abuse, just a thought.

Dr. M.aggie B.urnham is fucking terrible at her job and should have never gotten her license to practice - She also didn't deserve the final girl role, as she did LITERALLY NOTHING OF FUCKING SUBSTANCE the whole movie except acting like an NPC that can only say three phrases. Hell, she was LITERALLY GASLIGHTING John Doe the entire time they were in Springwood. She was a selfish, self-centered bitch who used her job as a means to her own end when John Doe was brought to the shelter. Since everyone loves to compare F.reddy's D.ead to D.ream W.arriors, Maggie is the Dr. Simms to John's Kristen and Doc's Neil AND Nancy.

Carlos, Spencer, and John's deaths in F.reddy's D.ead were literally pointless from a narrative standpoint because of Freddy essentially playing God and erasing them from existence - Spencer's death in particular creates a giant plot hole when they use Spencer's pipe bomb that he had made earlier in the film to finally kill Freddy, despite Spencer himself no longer existing.

The original shooting script of F.reddy's D.ead, along with the comic that came after the movie, is actually 10x better than the movie we actually got - Specifically with scenes like Spencer's death sequence and the beginning of Carlos's death sequence. The shooting script also gives us some more info on Carlos and Spencer than the movie did, so there's that.

The main plot of Freddy's Dead could NEVER work - Not only does it not work from a logical standpoint, as the basic math required to figure that shit out already destroyed it, but also the way the Freddy sets the plot into motion makes literally no fucking sense? Why is Freddy suddenly trapped in Springwood? If he's this damn near omnipotent dream God from killing every single child in Springwood, shouldn't he have the power to break through some bullshit barrier that's just arbitrarily placed around Springwood? Also, the main plot of Freddy's Dead is so nonsensical and pointless that almost every major streaming service spoils the weak "twist" of Maggie being Freddy's daughter.

F.reddy's R.evenge and F.reddy's D.ead are a part of the original ANoES canon, no matter how much the fandom tries its hardest to erase them - Get over it, fandom.

Kristen was selfish and dumb for passing her powers (and the inevitable headache known as F.reddy K.rueger) onto Alice. - Like, why couldn't she let the fear of Freddy die with HER? Was she not the true last E.lm S.treet kid? Wouldn't Freddy's thirst for vengeance technically end with Kristen? I mean, I know that there's always that possibility of him coming back organically, but Kristen...girl...come on honey. Why would you put your friend through that torment? She literally lost her brother and later her boyfriend-turned-baby-daddy because of you.

W.ill S.tanton and S.pencer L.ewis would have been absolutely unstoppable in their respective movies if the narratives had let them live.

All the original parents of E.lm S.treet should have been charged with murder when they lynched Freddy, and then charged with child abuse/neglect with how they treated their children years after the fact - Look, I understand why they did it and all, and I know they couldn't have possibly predicted that Freddy would return as a dream killer. However, they still broke the law, and are continuing to break more laws. The treatment of their children, including having them forcefully institutionalized/imprisoning them in their rooms and drugging them against their wills, are literal forms of child abuse. Why were we supposed to root for them again? I also have no sympathy for Freddy, by the way, he absolutely deserved to get locked up for his crimes too. However, maybe whoever was in charge of the warrant should have made sure all the proper T's were crossed and I's were dotted first before going all gung-ho.

#trashcollected

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the-silver-peahen-residence · 2 years

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Who cares if your tired?? You seem fine. You said you would get to replies so do it. Ic your able to do something then do it. Your suppose to keep us entertained right?

((Anon sweetie..I care. I do my best to get to replies and get to everything I get but depending on how I feel I end up holding off the posts or replies before taking a break then continuing.

Now, please listen to me. I may seem fine but I'm honestly tired but here is why:

~Tired from my job since I work full time hours or end up having to stay due to someone either calling out or helping to get things back to normal. I work in the deli where I have to help/serve customers, cook chicken or other things, make platters, cold production to put out, salads, platters, etc. Working in the department is a quick pace sort of thing like you can't fall behind or you'll end up slowing your department. I have gone through this for two years but I also worked in other places so...yeah.

~and because of this, I only get one day off through the week. Two sometimes but it's mostly one day a week. This week I have two days off and I take that time to rest up from work. Or as I said, come here to relax.

~I'm either really tired or sore due to my job but I try my hardest to do what I can then get off. Even if I'm exhausted from work, I'm happy being home so I can relax and come here for a while.

~Because of the hours and work, I do end up dozing off due to it but snap awake only see the time. I try not to force myself to stay up when I either am too tired or I'll end up messing up something. So, I just get off with a apology to my followers or anons that worry but at least I get to the things I miss the next day after work or on a off day.

~I'm helping my mother with my father who has final stage kidney failure. He always need someone to help him or do something. He can do things true but he either calls me, my mom, or my brother to help him. That means I get up and walk even if I'm tired from work to help him.

~I do use pain medicine for it or soak in hot water to help which it do but sometimes I end up sleeping but it's rare. Or using a heating pad to help as well. So don't assume I'm ignoring anyone. I'm trying to either help my family, myself, or something to help me relax.

Now, I will say this; I'm not here to entertain you like some robot. No one is a robot to keep someone or others that are like you entertained. I'm a human being. Someone that's behind the screen with emotions and feelings. I'm not a machine that can't feel things like that. I'm not here to keep you entertained like some show dog or something. I'm here because I wish to see my friends online, see how their doing, and always wish them to be safe.

So, to finish up. Please understand I do care but I'm trying to take care of myself and not over do it to a point where I might do something to hurt myself from exhaustion or worse. I'm not trying to end up in the hospital or stress out due to anons like you trying to say I'm rude or here to entertain you.

You really should be more respectful to people here dear because this behavior won't get you far. I'm done talking but I'm going to get to replies now. I hope you have a good evening but I hope you think about your words before you end up saying the wrong thing dear.))

Silver butterfly mun/Peahen mom

#OOC #scattered silver rose petals #ask answered #mun answered #silver butterfly mun #peahen mom #the mansion owner #anon

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oh-holy-slut · 3 years

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Bloodlust

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, explicit language, blood sharing, mentions of death, oral sex

Word Count: 2,6k

Summary: Stefan forced Damon to try his animal diet. Damon hated it, but didn't had a choice... until Reader makes a suggestion. Suddenly things get steamy.

Being with Damon was complicated. Him and Y/N have seen each other a lot in the past weeks. The two of them had a lot of fun; saw a lot of movies. Actually, Y/N was sure Damon secretly hated many of those. However, anytime Y/N suggested another dramatic, romantic cliché movie like "Last Song" - the vampire groaned, put his arm around her shoulder, let her head rest on his chest and endured every single second of the movie of her choice.

Damon even flirted and teased Y/N here and there, but didn't lead to anything more intimate so far.

Today was another of those days. Y/N stuck around at the Salvatore boarding house, brought a few of Damon's favorite groceries and a bunch of movies, of which she thought that they will suit his taste. Even if they were a little to bloody and brutal in her opinion.

"Pick one!", she demanded, holding all three Blu-ray sleeves in front of him. Damon just shrugged, not bothering to even look.

"Don't be a killjoy, Damon Salvatore!" Y/N sighed.

"Tell me what's wrong or pick a movie. You've got no choice. And besides that... Which number of drink is this?" Y/N frowned, pointing at the liquor in her friends hand. Damon usually consumed his beloved bourbon with pleasure.

But the man on the couch didn't seem pleasured at all. His facial features totally hardened and a look in his eyes like he was ready to rip someone's heart out.

You put the disc's back in your handbag, closing the zipper and put the bag on the floor.

"Fine. No movie night today. Who are we going to kill?"

A small smirk appeared on Damon's lips, finally looking towards Y/N.

"Stefan and his hero hair. He made me go vegetarian... well, for a vampire... and I can't get myself to eat one of those chipmunks, bunnies or bambis." He shook himself with disgust.

"And why did he count you in? You clearly aren't excited about the changing... So, why did you agree?"

"He said, he would kill me, which is kinda funny. But-" Damon made a wide gesture "he stole my daylight ring. And he wouldn't give it back until I stop feeding on innocent people - and kill them."

"So, you truly let your younger brother blackmail you like that?! Wow... I don't know how to feel about your dieting or your new path. Or whatever this is supposed to be."

"You don't like me killing people either", Damon maintained, while taking another sip of bourbon.

"Well, I don't", Y/N agreed, took a step forward, stole the glass from the vampires hand and put it on a small table nearby. "But I don't believe in forcing as a method to get people to change their minds. I believe that change for the better must be an intrinsic motivation," she added quickly, giving the vampire an innocent smile.

Damon's lineaments suddenly turned from annoyed to curious. "Any suggestions, little one?" The vampire raised an eyebrow and a little smirk showed up on his lips. On the one hand, Y/N blushed over the nickname, Damon called her. On the other hand she felt skittish looking forward to making a deal with him. Not only a deal. It's far more than a simple agreement.

It's Y/N, actually giving Damon a part of her. The red elixir of life. She was about to give him total control of her body and she not even for a heartbeat doubt that Damon will use it against her.

"Actually... Yeah. There's something on my mind." Y/N said chewing on your lip. "I could open up a vein for you. I mean, you could feed on me. And since you have my permission, there's nothing for anybody to have objection about."

Damon frowned and gave her an incredulous look. "You would do that for me?" The vampire couldn't believe, he understood correctly. Why would Y/N want to get involved with him feeding on her? What's in it for her? Damon tried hard to connect the dots, but he wasn't able to. It all seemed to make no sense. Y/N wouldn't have an advantage of that. The vampire hesitated, pinning his dangerously blue eyes on the girl in front of him.

"Is it so suspicious of me, that I'm trying to help my closest friend?" It pierced Y/N's heart, realizing, Damon's trust in her was rather fragile. "Never mind", she waved the pain away and forced herself to keep her composure. "I only had a hasty idea; you really don't need to fee-"

Suddenly Damon appeared behind Y/N, using his vampirism. "Shhhh", he whispered softly. "I never said, that I don't want your blood. I'm thinking about if we are going to cross a line? Blood sharing can be very personal..."

"It can be? It is personal already. Believe it or not - I'm not gonna offer my veins to all the vampires of Mystic Falls." Y/N rolled her eyes, her arms folded on her chest to point out the indignation she felt right now.

"Kinda sensitive today, huh?" Damon gently stroke a strand of hair behind her ear, Y/N could hear this smug smirk through his words. It was a true 'Damon thing' to do. "I didn't mean it like that, princess." He sighed; unsure if he should agree or not. Damon didn't want to act selfish towards Y/N. He compelled a lot of girls for the purpose of drinking blood in the past. He literally used them as long as they weren't too annoying - and then he acted like they have never met. Damon Salvatore couldn't imagine this scenario with Y/N. They've been so close, the vampire couldn't stand loosing her. The offer was risky, but it also could bring each other even closer.

Damon tried hard to avoid any serious attraction between Y/N and him, afraid of messing up. Indeed, he found himself thinking, and even dreaming, about Y/N more than he wanted to admit. She was smart and had this special sense of humor, the vampire adored so much. She was the only one, who could make him feel good no matter what. Needless to say she had that glimmer in her eyes, when she did something she truly loved. In these moments she was even more pretty. Y/N was hard to resist.

And maybe now he could have her like nobody else. At least the vampire gave in. He wanted her blood. He wanted her.

Y/N flinched by the feeling of Damon brushing her neck with his lips. "Oh, Damon", she gasped. "Bite me." Y/N almost begged for the vampire's teeth breaking through her skin. Damon loved the sound of her husky voice. In less than a heartbeat he turned into his vampire shape. "If you insist", he grinned devilishly, ready to place his teeth on to her skin.

Suddenly Y/N made a slight move forward with the intention to interrupt her friend. "Did you change your mind?" Damon was close to switching back to human, overwhelmed by a mix of emotions. Mostly a lack of understanding, but also a little of disappointment and even anger. Was Y/N playing games on him? While Damon Salvatore was sorting feelings, Y/N turned around, standing now in front of him.

She was so close, not even a piece of paper would fit between them.

Y/N slightly exhaled breath, her eyes darting between the vampires eyes and lips. It was the first time Y/N saw him like this. The icy blue of his eyes, she loved so much, has turned darker. Purple veins appeared under his eyes; Y/N couldn't help herself. Damon's appearance fully intoxicated every fibre of her being. Her fingertips found their way gently brushing over his dark purple veins. She felt heat and softness, while tracing one of them. It took her a few seconds to get out of trance, realizing what she had done. "Sorry", she murmured with a voice barely audible. "Don't apologize, little one." Damon tilted his head, his lips curled up in a self-assured grin, exposing a perfectly white vampire fang. "I never saw you like this before, you loo-"

"... look like a monster?"

Y/N shook her head. It was nothing like that. Yes, he did look unfamiliar. And she should be scared under normal conditions. Instead, his look hit her in an unexpected way. He looked hotter as a vampire, if it was even possible.

Y/N cleared her throat, looking up at Damon. "I feel... attracted to you."

"So nothing's changed", Damon teased, raising his eyebrows. The girl in front of him softly slapped him on his shoulder; which was only possible because the vampire permitted. "You are always so full of yourself." She smirked, feeling more confident being to something, they have had been so many times before. Granted, he was terrifying accurate, but she wouldn't serve her feelings on a silver platter.

"I'm still into it. You can bite me; feed on me. I only needed to see you before..."

A shockwave of electricity flowed through her body the second Damon took her hand and pulled her close.

"I'll be careful", he promised, nuzzling his head into the nap of her neck. Damon once again placed his lips on her soft skin.

Suddenly a harsh pain made Y/N feel like in a kind of haze. She flinched and let out a groan at the same time, unintentionally biting her lower lip.

During Damon embedded his fang deeper and deeper, she started feeling dizzy. Her hands searched for the vampires upper body, finally wrapped around his neck. She needed him to lean on. A narrow trickle of blood flowed down her neck. Let Damon feed on her felt like flames licking up every fiber of her body.

With every passing second Y/N could feel her control slip away. Her body was now firmly pressed against Damon's, like she would want to merge them into one.

Damon noticed her staggering, wrapped his arms around her waist, supporting her.

Bloodlust already messed up the vampires mind, so he continued feeding on Y/N.

A tempting moan escaped her lips, but she didn't care to cover up. Y/N's heart was racing, her eyes flattering. It was almost as if he was about to push her over the edge, but in a different way. "Mmm, this...this… feels soo weird... and so good...", she whispered under a shallow breath.

As soon as Damon heard her fading voice, he abruptly

quitted drinking from her.

"Fuck!" He rapidly laid her on his lap and checked Y/N's vital signs, to make sure she was okay. Instinctively he bit his wrist, pressed it against Y/N's mouth. He knew his blood would heal her, but it wasn't going fast enough. A few seconds passed through, to him they felt like centuries. Y/N finally blinked and Damon was relieved. He cupped her cheeks, his gaze never leaving hers. "I thought, I'd gone-" Damon cleaned his throat. "I'm so glad, you are doing well", he whispered, while trailing her lips with his fingertips. "So, fuckin' glad..." The vampire exhaled a deep breath.

"It... You made me feel good. Strange, but good", Y/N appeased and flushed over the memory. "Maybe you got a little carried away, but I don't mind. I wouldn't trade the feeling for anything."

Y/N quickly interrupted herself, before she could reveal too much.

However, Damon used his vampire skills, noticing that Y/N was hiding something from him. "Isn't there anything else you want me to know?", Damon asked without taking his eyes off her. Y/N shifted and flushed even more. "It's unfair. You use your vampirism to get everything out of me."

"Well, if that were the case, I could easily compel you." Damon shrugged and found back to his smugly self. "Tell me, what you are hiding". He said in a seductive voice.

"I wanted to get lost in you."

Her confession sent shivers all over the vampires body. At first he could not decide, how to handle this. "Are you sure that's what you want? I could really hurt you..." Y/N hummed.

In the next split second, Damon pinned Y/N against a wall, smashing his lips on hers, kissing her with all the passion he had to give. The vampire devoured Y/N with a new kind of hunger. He didn't know he could crave someone so much.

"Fuck me, Damon..."

The vampire felt him getting hard, only by hearing those little three words out of her mouth.

"Say it louder. Tell me, what you want me to do."

Y/N pulled him closer, gently biting his earlobe.

"Fuck... me, Damon." It took her a second to focus and forming the words again. After she was near to climax earlier, it wasn't a long way getting to the edge once more. "Make me cum... You almost had me there..."

A deep moan got over the vampires lips, once he understood, what Y/N was trying to tell him.

With the next blink Y/N found herself in Damon's bedroom, lying on his bed.

From now on there weren't many words needed. Damon's hand's found their way under her shirt, cupping her breasts and make her moan over and over again.

He closely listened to the rhythm of her heart, making sure he would be able to delay her climax to the point he needed her to.

"Don't cum yet... I want to taste your little pussy first."

Y/N grabbed the vampires head, running her fingers through his dark hair - pushing him down, since she was unable to form a single word.

As Damon got down, he didn't take his eyes off Y/N.

He used a hand pushing up her skirt and lightly stroking over her panties with his fingertips.

"My girl is so wet", he praised in a low husky voice."-and I barely touched you."

His dirty words in combination with his touch lead to another moan, almost turned into a scream.

Damon pushed the fabric aside, leaving sloppy kisses on the inside of her thighs.

Y/N's eyes fluttered, when his soft lips reached her middle.

Damon's tongue licking around her entrance was driving her nuts.

"...so delicious..." were the only words she was able to catch up. Damon knew, he couldn't thrill her forever, so he got back to her. He spit on his palms, stroking his hand over his crotch. In under a second Y/N finally felt this releasing pressure of his cock. It was like a switch went off in her brain and she braced herself for the hard thrusts that would follow.

Damon dimmed the whining noises Y/N made with a passionate, hungry kiss.

He cheated with his vampirism to give it to her deeper and faster, knocking out all the air of her lungs while Y/N screamed out Damon's name. Her walls clenched around him and made him twitch. It was like her pussy massaged his dick the best way possible.

Every time he hit her harder and rougher he was making sure he hit her spot with every thrust.

Damon gathered speed one last time and pushed her over the edge until she was a moaning whimpering mess.

With her last contraction around his shaft, Damon was cumming inside her.

"You are so tight, little one", he whispered under his breath. "We should make arrangements more often."

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