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We need sukuna brutally murdering another servant because they put reader in a bad mood. ITS NOT A WANT ITS A NEED PLEASE

Blood Bath | Sukuna Ryomen

king!sukuna ryomen x femservant!reader

Sypnosis: The king needs to wash himself after defending his favorite servant. Contents: king x servant, kinda fluffy I guess, murder, a bit of humiliation, nudity. Word count: 2255 words. Author's note: Thanks for the request, anon! I was already writing this fic when I received your message, so it was a great add-in! Beginning. ← Previous | Next →

Sukuna left the castle a week ago. He set out for distant lands to conquer villages, eat its people and spread the terror on his behalf. The absence of his presence was noticeable in the magnificent palace. Peace reigned in the spotless marble hallways, the quiet kitchen and the solitary great hall. Despite not having the pressure of everything being perfect, the servants were making sure the castle would shine for the king's return. The servants walked around at their leisure, pretending they owned the place. They ate at whatever time they wanted, lay down to rest on the lawn of the parade ground, and talked loudly about the rumors that have been surfacing about your relationship with the king.

Recently, it had come to your attention that you were Sukuna's favorite servant, but no one knew exactly why. The consensus had concluded that it was because you were his mistress. Sukuna used to lock himself in his room with you for hours at a time and always came out with a broad smile. The truth is that you didn't sleep with him, you just gave him massages, fixed his outfits and sometimes talked for hours. You tried several times to clear up the rumors, but no one believed you.

It was a rainy summer afternoon. You and a small group of servants were cleaning the great hall, the largest room in the castle. Surrounded by white concrete columns that rose to the ceiling, you sternly swept the red carpet that indicated the center. Diamond chandeliers softly lit the place, statues of the king stood tall and the beautiful hand-painted mural raised on the ceiling harmonized the entire room. The drops fell softly against the giant window in which the green outside could be admired.

“When do you think our king will return?” One servant asked the other as they cleaned the decorative torches that rested on steel bases around the perimeter.

“He won't be long, he has to come back to his mistress,” the other one joked. They both let out small, annoying laughs.

Those kinds of comments had become more recurrent as the days went by. You knew they did it on purpose. They raised their voices every time you entered the room or when you were about to go to sleep. None of the other servants seemed to want to intrude to keep what little peace they had. You slammed the broom down on the carpet hard to take out your frustration.

“How disgusting to be that monster's mistress, don't you think?” the other one asked. You could feel her piercing gaze on the back of your head, waiting for you to react to her uncalled-for comment.

“I know! I don't know how she can sleep with someone as creepy as our king,” she replied with disgust in her voice.

Those two had crossed the line. You firmly grabbed the broomstick to confront them about their lousy topic of conversation. You approached them at a steady pace, dragging the broomstick in case you needed it as a weapon to defend yours and your king’s honor.

“That's enough!” you scolded. “I don't sleep with our king! Besides, he may be a monster, but thanks to him, we can eat fresh food, sleep in comfortable beds and live in a magnificent palace! If I were you, I'd stop barking, bitches!” You exploded after such a long time of having to put up with their out-of-place comments.

“Shut up! You're only defending him because you're his favorite whore!” One of them exclaimed, throwing the feather duster in her face.

“Yeah, shut the fuck up, who-!”

A fine cut echoed throughout the great hall. A large splash of blood fell on your face, blinding you for a couple of seconds. The slight gasp of surprise from the other servants left you speechless. You dropped the broom to scrub your eyes. What had happened? You backed up in desperation until you ran into a wall that wasn't there before. After a crack, it all made sense. You looked up to see Sukuna's sharp jaw. Dried blood tainted his skin, his breath was cut short from exhaustion. He was back home after conquering another empire successfully.

“Does anyone have anything else to say?” Sukuna asked the other servants, who were kneeling before him, giving him a warm welcome.

You knew you should kneel, but seeing the lifeless bodies of what used to be your gossiping companions made your body freeze. Their heads had been cut in half and the rest of their bodies were shattered. What used to be two women were now small pools of blood and bones. Sukuna had erased their existence with just a couple of his fingers. It was a scene you never thought your eyes would see in the flesh. That would be your fate if you did not obey your master's orders.

“This is a reminder that I can get rid of you just as quickly,” he threatened. His thick voice echoed off the walls. “If I hear that you even dare to speak blasphemies about me or one of your companions, I will not hesitate to kill you. Do you understand?” The servants, still kneeling, said, “Yes, my king,” in unison.

Coming out of your state of shock, you turned around to kneel at his feet. Sukuna looked at your small figure compared to him. He had heard how you had defended his honor in the face of annoying accusations. He knew you were a good servant, but now you had proven to him that you were loyal.

“Welcome home, my king,” you greeted in a trembling voice. Your body was still processing the murder your eyes had witnessed.

“Draw me a bath,” he ordered, brushing past your greeting.

“Yes, my king.”

You ran as fast as possible to his room to get there before him. Luckily, you had cleaned the bathroom thoroughly the day before, so everything was ready for the king to relax properly. You turned on the faucet to fill the tub with hot water, sprinkled scented bath salts, filled the water with bubbles and lit a few candles to romance the atmosphere. Sukuna soon arrived. Without a word, he began to undress as usual. Obediently, you stood in front of the wall to give her privacy.

“Since when?” He asked you as he untied the knots of his garments and let them fall to the floor. You could only hear the fabric sliding down his Herculean body.

“I don't understand the question, my king,” you answered confused, looking at the wall full of green tiles.

“How long have they been bothering you?” Sukuna completed the question while analyzing your figure from behind. He could tell you were nervous in his presence. It was the first time you saw him kill someone, it must have made quite an impression on you.

“Since a couple of months ago,” you answered.

“Why didn't you tell me?” Sukuna entered the bathtub, which was already bubbling. You closed the bath faucet and approached a stool to begin the most complicated task, washing his hair.

“I didn't want to waste your time.” You prepared the utensils: a sponge, a small wooden bowl and glass bottles filled with the hair products.

“You don't dictate what I do with my time,” he replied sternly.

Sukuna stepped into the tub so you could easily reach his head, drowning his torso into the soapy water. With the help of a soft sponge, you wet his pale pink hair, taking care that the water did not enter his ears. The king closed his eyes, letting himself be carried away by the pleasant sensation after a week of consecutive massacres. Untangling his short hair with a wooden comb, avoiding pulling too much so as not to hurt him. You placed the shampoo directly on his head and massaged the product into the roots.

Sukuna hummed happily every time your fingers gently stroked his scalp. You were so gentle with him even though he was the worst monster ever. You scratched, stroked and massaged his skull to your heart's content. While you let the product work, you focused on his broad shoulders. Your hands roamed his upper body calmly and patiently. The king was tired from having fought day after day and night after night to leave his name high as the greatest conqueror, you could tell by how tense his skin was.

“Answer me a question,” Sukuna asked with his eyes closed.

“As many as you wish, my king.”

“Are you loyal to me because you are afraid of me or because I am powerful?” He asked firmly.

“Both. I am afraid of you because you are powerful,” you replied as you took the bowl of water to rinse his hair.

Sukuna smiled in satisfaction with your answer. That's why you were his favorite servant. You are a perfectionist, shrewd and perceptive. You always managed to surprise him in a different way every time. Something no woman had ever managed to do before. Sukuna twisted his torso to face you. Your face and your white clothes were inked with the blood of your companions. He couldn't let you work like that, after all, it's his fault you were stained.

“Take off your clothes and come in,” he ordered.

“What?” You asked, shocked.

“You're dirty. Come in. I won't repeat myself,” Sukuna demanded.

You nodded and started to undress before his eyes. He had seen hundreds of women undress before. He knows what a pair of striking breasts, sexy hips and long legs look like, but even so, he was mesmerized as he watched you unfold before his eyes. Each garment slid down your body delicately, your hairs bristled from the change in temperature and your nipples stood erect at the lustfulness. No one but your mother had ever seen you naked. You had never been with a man, let alone a monster as imposing as he was.

Sukuna held out his hand to help you into the large tub. You sat in front of him and covered your breasts with the glistening bubbles that floated around you. He took one of the sponges and soaked it with soap to gently clean your face. The now dried blood came off easily. His black claws sometimes scratched your cheeks, but you could tell he was trying to be as gentle as possible with your beautiful face.

“It's not necessary, I can do it myself,” you asked, trying to take the sponge from him.

“I can wash my own hair too, but I prefer you to do it. Let me do it,” he replied before filling the bowl with water and wetting your hair.

He repeats the same process as you. The warm water, the closeness of your bodies and his hands taking care of your hair, transported you to fantasies where you had a relationship beyond king-servant. They were romantic ideas of a Sukuna you didn't quite know. A Sukuna who hugged you every time he saw you, who gave you head pats every time you did something right, and who sat you on his wide lap, demanding attention.

Someone knocked on the door, to which Sukuna allowed access. It was Uraume, who had just heard that the king had returned and what had happened with the reckless maids. What they did not expect was to see you in the bathtub next to his majesty, but even so, they decided not to ask details of how they had come to that situation.

“Welcome home, your majesty.” Uraume bowed from the doorway. “Dinner is ready. You must be hungry after the long journey.”

“I'll be there in a minute,” Sukuna answered. Uraume bowed again and left the room.

“They won't say anything,” Sukuna assured you before getting out of the tub. You were about to get out to give him his towel too, but he stopped you. “The water is still hot, it would be a shame to waste it,” he said before taking the towel and wrapping it around his waist.

“It's my job to do it,” you said.

“Your job is to obey me,” he dictated seriously. You sat back down in the tub and nodded. “Good girl,” he said with a satisfied smile before leaving the bathroom.

Sukuna returned to the bathroom and looked in his closet for what he would wear to dinner. He glanced into the bathroom from time to time to observe you. A small naked human wrapped in the ethereal steam of her innocence. He could have any woman in the world. Why was his mind obsessed with your beauty, your words, and your docility? He didn't know exactly, but he was sure you were completely his, so he didn’t have anything to worry about.

You stood alone with your thoughts in the elegant bath. You plunged your body into the water, submerging your head in the bubbles. Heads cut in half, his big hands stroking your hair, brains strewn across the carpet, his gentle touch as he washed your face. The quick, deep images made you feel confused. Your head went back up to the surface as you realized you were short of breath. You brushed your wet hair back to take a deep breath. What were you doing? Where were you? What kind of person were you serving? Sukuna confused you with his actions, and now you didn't know what to do with your poor heart beating a mile a minute for him.

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k-hippie · 9 months

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CHAMPIGNAC : A NEW SIMS 3 WORLD

Champignac is a fully living Frenchy suburbia World based on Champs-les-Sims and has nothing to do with a vacation place ... Well, nothing is not really the right word ;)

Back in 2016/2017, when we began to think how we could remade Champs-les-Sims, we didn't know really what kind of world we wanted to do. We named the project : Sims de Nimes. Then, because we were on other projects ( such as sims 4 k-mods ) we left Sims de Nimes somewhere in the pipes.

We made Oaksoak Hollow ( based on Mystic Falls ), we made Eureka Valley ( a world between tech and classic life ) and we left behind the Sims 4 because, well ... too long to explain. :D

So, it was time to get out of the box our old project of Sims de Nimes ... During this time, some talented creators re-made Champs-les-Sims with their own vision, more oldy or more city life like, or more like Sunset Valley ... All those versions are interesting, but we wanted something else. And so, is born Champignac !

If Champignac is a true living suburbia world, it is too a quite rural world, almost a village with :

37 Community Lots

36 Residential Lots

10 Medieval Towers all around the town :)

In addition, it remains few Empty Lots, differently sized to suit whatever you wish ... So, let's say Champignac is a french-not-so-little-town where life is slowly flowing and dynamic at the same time, perfect for families and Sims looking for a different lifestyle :)

A typical downtown and outskirts, full of old buildings and southern architecture, a joyful mix between south-east and south-west housing, with a touch of something more northener ( but don't tell the citizens; it's a sure way to be frowned upon ) ... After all they worked hard to keep Champignac as it is!

People living in Champignac are quite glad of it. Sure, teenagers dream of foreign lands, but they are not too eager to leave.

Once, the townies of Champignac were grumpy because Champs-les-Sims was so more popular than their hometown ... After all, everybody went to Champs-les-Sims, stayed there, made nectar, drove a Kenspa, flirted with locals, or … anyway! Tourists had a full experience in Champs-Les-Sims and weren't interested in visiting any other city. Champignac, the official twin city, didn't benefit from any international exchanges, and was left anonymous, far from fame and glory. As unreachable as the Eiffel Tower seen from Champignac ... until ...

In February 29th of a certain year, a distant descendant of Marquis de Landgraab lost his way on the road to Champs-les-Sims and landed in Champignac. Instantly, he fell in love with the town.

He saw an always growing vegetation, a Monastery full of secrets, the familial beach ( yes, there is a beach in Champignac ), the forgotten obelisk, the shop keepers full of stories, the well preserved houses, the green fields and the paved streets, the true Café Catane and a remaining wild fauna running here and there ... He saw perfection !

For a time, the townies of Champignac experienced fame and glory. But how exhausting it was! Tourists not really caring about the legacy of the kiosk owner, the monks overwhelmed, the museum director who couldn't find enough teenagers to help ... Even the fishes were exhausted! Hard times indeed ... Happily, this descendant of Marquis de Landgraab met someone, somewhere, and moved out, far far away from Champignac. Celebrities said their last goodbyes and slowly, life, as it should be, was back :) The townies and City Council learned from that experience that they very much preferred not to be as famous as Champs-les-Sims ...

Life in Champignac was relatively calm again when suddenly, a global health crisis emerged and the Simvid-18 pandemic hit many many people ... Anxiety swept through the villages and the small towns, including Champignac of course ... With an aging population, residents became increasingly concerned about the well-being of their neighbors and the future of the city.

Shop owners and farmers who were already considering retirement were now faced with the daunting task of deciding whether to continue their businesses in such uncertain times. The entire world seemed to come to a halt, leaving everyone in Champignac wondering who would carry the torch and ensure the future.

Surprisingly, the youngsters that only came sporadically for holidays, moved back to Champignac. Fearful of living in a crowded city and eager to gather with family members, they came to the old town with friends. After all, there were spare bedrooms in most houses!

When the restrictions were lifted, many were reluctant to leave. Going back to a stressful life and fast-paced city wasn't enticing anymore. Most decided to turn their lives around. They took up the florist shop or asked for a job transfer ... So, life emerged again :) Champignac is now a thriving town where you have everything you wish for and nothing more.

Champignac is blessed with old churches turned into bars or wineries, old palazzi that are inspiring, and small boutiques as gathering places ...

Winters and autumns are short, while spring and summer are long. Come and live among thousands of old buildings, walk on streets Roman soldiers once trod upon, see treasures from foreign campaigns, and benefit from the perfect blend of country living and town living.

Remember ... With its unique blend of history, culture, and natural beauty, Champignac offers the Sims a captivating and enriching experience. From the stunning architecture to the delectable cuisine, every aspect of this town reflects the South of France’s intoxicating charm.

Are you ready to move in Champignac ?

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sugusearrings · 6 months

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( 'wings ' )

In the moment, we’re lost and found I just wanna be by your side If these wings could fly for the rest of our lives.

— summary: geto suguru finally snapped and the first person he called was you (fem!reader). — genre: mid-angst. kind of fluff towards the end, sort of? — playing: wings by birdy — note(s): i just watched the scene with elena and damon in vampire diaries (iykyk which scene i'm talking about) and this song was playing. so i had it on repeat then it just reminded me of my man suguru and what if he did call someone. — word count: 1.7k

All you could hear was her heavy breathing. Your heart was pounding so fast against your chest it was making it ache with pain. But you knew couldn’t you stop. If you stopped you would feel your throbbing feet and the aching pain in your chest. You could’ve sworn your destination was getting close.

Is that smoke?

The closer you were getting the strong odor became more intense. This was supposed to be the location. But it was covered by thick black color smoke. Your eyes widened at the horrid scene. Where the village once stood was now ashes. There was no evidence there was no village to begin with. You stopped at the entrance and tried to catch your breath. Your mind was racing as your eyes scanned all over the place.You saw the outline of the houses that were there once. Now gone. Burned.

Please no.

You could feel a lump forming in your throat. What if something happened to him when he came back here? You offered to go with him but he objected. He’s been so distant with you and you couldn’t understand why. You would ask and he would tell you he was okay. But you knew it was a lie. He was bottling everything up and refused to tell you. How could he tell you he was falling apart? Everyone looked at him to keep everything together. He was the glue to everyone.

With your hand on your chest you was going to take a step inside but from the corner of your eye, you saw a familiar figure. You turn so quickly to face it. There he was. Standing there with a child on each side, they were holding onto his larger hand.

“Suguru…”

You called out to him. He snapped out of his thought and looked over to the gentle voice that spoke his name. He couldn’t believe you showed up. He stared at you in disbelief. The bags under his eyes emphasize in the dark.

“Hey…” he greeted back. His usual honey-covered voice that would give you chills, had no emotion this time. You frowned slightly noticing it right away.

“I-I thought…oh my god Suguru.”

You rushed over to him and hugged him tightly. The children took a step back frightened by the stranger.

You grabbed a handful of his white shirt, inhaling his signature musk mixed with the smell of burning ash. He wrapped his arms around you just as tight. He closes his eyes. He could breathe again. He could finally exhale feeling less anxious and less anxiety.

“I’m okay…I want you to meet Nanako and Mimiko. They were from this village.” He looked over at the twins with a gentle smile. “We can trust her, she’s my friend.”

It broke your heart to see the state the little girls were in. They looked beaten and starved. You smiled and kneeled down in front of them.

“Hello Nanako. Hello Mimiko. I like your toy.”

You told Mimiko who held onto a brown stuffed animal. You smiled at Nanako and stroked her hair gently carefully. You didn’t want to touch her bruised cheek. They gave you a small smile. After you helped them get into the car then you turned to Geto.

“What the fuck is going on? What happened to the village?”

You asked once the car door closed. That’s when you noticed he wasn’t wearing his uniform top. It was just his white long sleeve underneath but the sleeves were rolled up half way. His eyes averted from you. He didn’t know where to even start. Can he even trust you? You two have been friends since you both started jujutsu high school. But did that really mean anything when he couldn’t even tell his best friend, Satoru? But Suguru knew you were different from Satoru.

“Suguru. Please. I want to help you.” You begged him.

“I killed them all.”

Even his smooth voice couldn’t stop the cold chill that went down your spine. Your eyes enlarged and you could feel yourself losing color in your face. You would’ve taken a step back but you would lean into the car behind you. You swallowed hard.

“Suguru…” you whispered in disbelief.

“I had too. Look what…what those monkeys did to Mimiko and Nanako! Like they were animals!”

You had never seen Geto lose it before. He was always a very patient and calm boy. Well kept together. Especially dealing with Satoru on the regular. You can’t even recall if you ever heard him raise his voice before.

You remain quiet though.Your hands on your sides but your fingertips brushing against your uniform skirt. “Don’t you get it? Why are we protecting these pathetic monkeys when they do this? Curses are brought because of them! The negative energy! The selfishness! Why should I consume these curses for ignorant monkeys!”

It was good to finally let it out.

His breathing even got heavier.

Your glossy eyes just watched how passionate he was on how much he despised these mon– non sorcerers. Your eyes grazed down at your feet not sure what to say or even feel.

“Why…why did you call me, Geto?” you whispered quietly. Geto barely heard you. He blinked. It was like something took over his mind to call you. Not Gojo. Not Shoko. You.

He cleared his throat.

“You would be the only one who understands me.” He admitted to you. You looked away from his taller frame. You could feel your cheeks slightly burning up. “I trust you.”

“And not Sat–”

“I’m talking about you not him,” he cut you off immediately, “you saw what I saw that day. Only you and I can understand that.”

He was referring to the day Riko. You were with them both as Geto gave her the choice to calm back with you guys. You were smiling as Riko chose to come back with you two and to become a student. It was taken away with a bullet going through her skull. You both watched her lifeless body fall onto the ground. Then the pool of her own blood formed around her.

It still keeps you up at night having nightmares about it. That’s when you would sneak into Suguru’s dorm and sleep in his arms. It was the only way to make it stop, for the both of you.

“I know we been through a lot Suguru but those people –”

“Monkeys.” he corrected you with disgust in his tone.

“There are some innocent people too, Sug.”

“So why didn’t any of those ‘innocent’ people help those children?”

He snapped at you. You bit your lower lip then lowered your eyes again. He wasn’t completely wrong. But maybe they didn’t know the girls were being held in a cage. But you remembered them blaming some children the first time they exorcized the curses here. But he was right. The two of you went to village before to exorcized the curses and they still weren’t grateful? It still wasn’t enough? How can they blame those twin girls?

Suguru stared at you as you were in deep thought. He wondered what you were thinking. Were you going to tell everyone? Would you go tell Satoru? Look at him like he was the monster? He could hear his own heart beat that’s how quiet it was between the two of you. The silence was killing him.

“What do you want me to do, Suguru?”

You whispered. He took a step closer and placed his hand on your chin. He picked your head up so your short frame can look up at him. He could see the faint blush on your cheeks even in the dark.

“Come with me, please.”

He needed you. He couldn’t do this new world without you. He needed you by his side. He couldn’t see himself in this new world without you. Leaving you behind would break his heart but if he had too he would. No one was going to get in the way of his new world. But you was taken aback with his sudden confession. You could feel your cheeks darkening as they began to burn

“Sug…”

“You’re going to deny what we have?”

Your face was flushed by now. You tried to talk to him not to object but to talk about what was seriously happening. But you stammered over your words not making sense at all. The corner of his lips curled up into a slight smile. He let out a dry chuckle then leaned down to give you a soft passionate kiss. You froze up but slowly began to kiss him back.

The kiss was short but meaningful. It was long overdue.

Suguru would make sure to always stand or sit next to you, he would always play with a strand of your hair or your fingertips. You would catch him staring at you and you would just stare back for as long as both of you can.

What should have gave it away was how Geto would be so protective of you. Even on missions, Geto made sure to protect you no matter what. Your friends could see it and would tease you both, especially Gojo and Shoko being your biggest fan.

“What about the others?” You asked. He stroked your cheek with his thumb.

“We have to leave everything and everyone behind.”

It made your stomach twist. It broke your heart to leave everyone behind without a final goodbye. But to start this new life with Suguru, you needed to. You glanced over at the twins already sleeping in the back of the car. You turned back to Geto.

“Let’s go.”

His lips smiled wide as you chose the path to go with him. The right path. You two shared another deep long kiss before you two got into the car. “Take this off.”

He tugged on your uniform top. You blushed deeply as you began to unbutton it. With a simple command he could see your loyalty already. That’s all he ever needed.

Once it was off and you were left in a white short sleeve, he pressed down on the car window to throw it out. He looked at you again and grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips. He kissed your knuckles. That’s when he started the car to drive to start their new life together. The four of them. He placed his hand on your thigh.

You placed your hand over his and gave him a gentle squeeze. You smiled knowing you were following your heart. No matter what, you were going to stand by Suguru’s side and nobody was going to come in between that.

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ctitan98official · 3 months

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This was an awesome paid commission request about Alcina!

Alright, so a wonderful anon requested this and was kind enough to want to share with everyone! Say thank you to anon, y'all! Anyway, here was the request:

Hey friend! Could you please write something about Alcina having a lover that’s taller than her? Maybe after taking Cadou so they could live forever with her, they grow to be a couple inches taller than her. Just enough to where they can tilt her chin up slowly to give her a kiss, lead her in a romantic slow dance, carry her around bridal style, and perhaps even take full control in the bedroom 👀 I just want our girl Alcina to be able to live out her hopeless romantic dream. How would she react to finally being swooned like in her romance novels?

Great prompt. I had a blast writing this. Let’s get into it!

You and Alcina had been dating for quite some time now. You are both so in love and can’t imagine your lives without each other. You do everything together - From going on long walks in the village, talking all night until the early hours of the morning, or even binge-watching your favorite TV shows on the weekends. It seems like you are always on the same page, and you know each other inside and out.

But lately, you started to notice something different about Alcina. She seemed kind of… Distant. Almost like she was hiding something from you.

You couldn’t put your finger on what it could be, but you knew that something was off. You didn’t want to jump to conclusions, so you decided to wait and see if things would improve.

Days turned into weeks, but Alcina’s behavior only seemed to get worse. She would cancel plans with you at the last minute, saying that she had too much work to do for the wine business. She would avoid talking with you privately and often seemed distracted whenever you were together. You knew that something was seriously wrong, but you didn’t know how to broach the subject with her.

Finally, one day, you mustered up the courage to confront her. “Alcina, is everything okay?” You asked gently, taking her hand in yours. “You’ve been acting really strange lately, and I just wanted to check in and see if anything is going on.”

Alcina looked down at her lap, tears welling up in her eyes. “I’m so sorry, Y/N,” She said quietly. “I didn’t mean to push you away. It’s just that… I’m worried about you, draga.” She said and looked into your eyes.

You quirked an eyebrow at this. “What? Why are you worried, I’m fine, babe.” You tried to comfort her.

Alcina shook her head. “I’m worried that… You’re aging.” She admitted.

You couldn’t help but laugh at this. “Only in it for my looks, I see.” You joke. You didn’t understand what she was trying to say.

Alcina looked into your eyes. “No, draga. Y/N… If you keep aging then… We won’t always be together.” She explains.

The smile slips off of your face. Oh. You hadn’t thought about that. Alcina was forever frozen as she was. The cadou did not allow her to age… But, that didn’t apply to you.

You had been so happy after you and Alcina started dating. You were in love and weren’t thinking of things in the long term. Alcina obviously had, though.

Alcina wraps her arms around you and cries and she tucks your head under her chin. She loves you so much. She’s never felt like this about anyone before, but you’ve changed her. She can’t imagine life without you now and she doesn’t want to.

You rub her back as she weeps. You don’t ever want to be without her… Your mind has been made up, though. You know what has to be done. You pull back to look at her, a serious look on your face. “Alci… I’m getting the cadou.” You tell her.

Alcina’s eyes fly wide open. “What?! But, draga! The… The cadou implantation is risky. If you-”

You cup her face and smile at her. “This is the only way to guarantee a future together, Alci. Trust me, you won’t be able to get rid of me that easily, babe.” You say with a wink.

Alcina’s cheeks flush. You’re so… Confident. She would be lying if she said it didn’t make her feel better.

You continue this conversation over the course of a few days. Alcina voices her concerns and you listen to what she has to say supportively. She brings up valid concerns, but there is really no way around your aging process. Eventually… Alcina relents.

You ask Mother Miranda to perform the procedure and she agrees.

Alcina gives you tons of kisses before you go back for the implantation and tells you how much she loves you.

“I love you too, babe. See you soon.” You smile.

Alcina is a nervous wreck while she waits for you to come out.

Finally, Miranda emerges from her lab. Alcina is immediately analyzing her face to see if it’s good news or… Well, she can’t bring herself to even think of the latter.

Miranda holds her hands out placatingly to Alcina. “Everything went fine, my darling. Y/N is doing well.” She starts.

Alcina feels tears well up in her eyes. You’re okay. You’re going to be with her forever now.

However, Miranda clears her throat, uncomfortable about something. “I… It’s just… Well, why don’t you come see for yourself.” She says and gestures for Alcina to follow her.

Alcina raises an eyebrow in confusion… But once she sees you she is speechless.

You’re still groggy from waking up, but you look around in astonishment. Did… Everything get smaller? You look up when you see Alcina, but something’s different. She’s your size now? You stand up and immediately realize what’s happened. You’re tall. Well, not just tall… HUGE. Alcina is now smaller than you (Just a little bit, but it’s freaky all the same.)

Alcina’s hands shoot to her mouth in astonishment. You are… Her size. Once she realizes the implications of this, she blushes. All of her romantic fantasies involving you are looking a lot more feasible now. And, knowing your proclivity to take charge in romantic situations has her really hot. You will undoubtedly use your size to your advantage now.

You slowly hold your hands out to her, not wanting to startle her, but needing her warmth and comfort.

Alcina sobs and moves forward before she buries her face in your neck. The feeling of your arms holding her completely is overwhelming. It’s been so long since she has hugged anybody her size.

You chuckle before whispering something in her ear that you already know drives her wild. “My good girl.” You say simply. She loves praise.

Alcina looks up at you instantly. The darkening color of her golden eyes shows you just how excited she is. “Well, thanks for everything, Mother Miranda. See you later.” Alcina suddenly blurts out and tugs you violently to the door… Accidentally making you smack your head on the doorframe.

“Oww, Alci!” You complain as she all but drags you back to the castle. You really need to be careful with your new height now.

Miranda just stares, dumbfounded, as she watches you two leave. “So… Are we still on for tea tomorrow, Alcina?” She calls out, confused.

Needless to say, you and Alcina enjoy getting to know each other’s bodies all over again. You both didn’t leave Alcina’s room for a few days after the implantation. There is so much to unpack from this situation. The drastic shift in size dynamics makes it even more fun to experiment in the bedroom (If that’s even possible.)

Alcina turns to mush as you are more easily able to make love to her. Plus… Your new strength and stamina mean that you’re the one who needs to take it easy on her now. You always take care to listen to Alcina’s needs and adjust your pace accordingly, however, that has not really been a problem. You two are so in sync and can easily find the rhythm that suits you best.

You rather like this new arrangement. You treat Alcina as if she is the most fragile of porcelain… As you shamelessly rail into her.

Alcina has never been so satisfied. As much pleasure as you brought her before, she is in a brave new world. Every touch of your hands on her skin lights a fire of pleasure within her. Your sex life has definitely not suffered.

Alcina is also… So giggly and coquettish nowadays. She is completely smitten with you (Once again.) She makes sure to look her best whenever she sees you. She enjoys getting herself all dolled up just for you. She will easily spend an hour or two picking out clothes and accessories.

You always make sure to compliment her on anything new that she’s done. “Are those new earrings, babe? You look gorgeous.” You tell her with a wink one morning…

Alcina begs you to take her to bed.

You happily scoop her up into your arms bridal style and Alcina has never felt more like a queen. You enjoy the feeling of Alcina in your arms. It feels so natural to you.

You are so good at taking care of Alcina. She doubts that you realize just how much she appreciates your romantic gestures. Holding her chair out for her, opening doors for her… Protectively wrapping your arm around her waist when you two go for walks. That one’s been one of her personal favorites. You do it without even thinking, but to Alcina, that makes it even more special.

You have an insatiable need to safeguard Alcina now that you have the ability to. She is the most precious thing in your life and it makes you feel downright murderous to think of someone harming her.

You like to bring her little presents and trinkets now… You did before the cadou implantation too, but this is a different and crazy strong instinct for you at the moment. You reason that it has something to do with your more territorial nature around Alcina. You spoil her rotten. Breakfast in bed, a new bottle of perfume… Alcina loves to be pampered like this by you. Again, your behaviors aren’t necessarily any different from before the cadou, but now that you two are on a more even playing field in terms of size… It just does something to her.

Alcina adores that she can look directly into your eyes now and see the love present in them. She pretty much always knows what you’re thinking. Your eyes are so expressive and now that Alcina can see them up close easier… There’s no hiding anything from her.

Alcina also cherishes that she can lie across your front now as you two lounge in bed. She listens to your steady heartbeat and has never been so calm. You run your hands up and down her arms and press kisses to the side of her face every now and then.

You make sure to reserve plenty of time for date nights. You go grand with them. A delicious meal that you’ve prepared, some wine, and a bit of dancing are your and Alcina’s favorite activities.

Alcina loves to let you whisk her around and lead her through waltzes and slow dances. It feels so good to have your hand on the small of her back while she lies her head on your shoulder. She feels so safe with you.

At the end of every dance, you gently tip her chin up to you so that you can give her a kiss. The simple act of you unintentionally displaying that you’re now taller than her makes Alcina want to swoon. You are so precious to her. She feels like she is in one of those romance novels she loves so much. She never thought that she would be able to be treated so daintily, but you make it a point to be as gentle with her as possible and always treat her like the beautiful lady she is.

Some of Alcina’s unspoken fantasies are easily able to be picked up on, but others you find completely by accident. For instance, holding her hand. Simple, right? Wrong. Alcina enjoys the warmth from your hand as it encapsulates her own. The sheer size of your hand in relation to hers is just… Sexy. It’s become a fun game for you to try and figure out what will fluster her. You’d never tell her this, though. She’s still the commanding Alcina Dimitrescu, after all. The last thing you want is to make her annoyed.

Alcina is just so relieved that she doesn’t have to worry about you aging anymore. You are her soulmate and she doesn’t know how she would cope if something happened to you. She is so in love. You have made her life so much more beautiful. Now your love story can continue.

Note: Thank you, Anon! I hope you enjoyed!

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#alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #re8 #re8 village #re8 lady dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x reader #re8 shitpost #alcina dimitrescu x y/n #alcina dimitrescu x reader #resident evil village #resident evil 8

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Lightning Ridge - Part One

A young Shifter wanders into a town crawling with hunters, Hendrix plans on laying low but when he catches wind of one particular hunter who is after the same Shifter that he’s been tracking himself, his curiosity gets the better of him. Offering to join the man on his quest he can only hope he can track down the dangerous shifter, saving the lives of innocents all the while keeping his secret hidden.

TW: mentions of murder/eating people, giant spiders, some swearing, mentions of death, mentions of drug use

G/t Shifter story, the idea came from a prompt I read a while back by @maplesyrupandgt. I’ve just come back to writing after recovering from an injury to my writing hand of all things, but I’m back and posting short stories and prompts to get me back in the swing of things. This will be a Four Part Story so keep an eye out for more to come!

Approx 3.2k words

Part One - Here

Part Two

The rain beat down hard on my shoulders and I knew I’d have to stop for the night, my eyes had caught sight of distant light coming from this direction and I had hoped to stumble across a small village in search for cheap accommodation. What I didn’t expect to find however was currently staring at my face menacingly, urging me to turn around and go back the way I’d come.

A sign was posted a few yards from the small village, and it read:

‘GIANT’S BEWARE’

And Another:

‘GIANT SLAYERS WITHIN’

The signs were large enough that any shifter would be able to read it in their Giant forms, what was unnecessary was the graphic image of a shifter having its head cut off by a human that was scrawled under the blocky letters above it.

“Charming” I said to myself.

It was known among shifters that most humans didn’t know that ‘Giants’ as they called us, were not in fact Giant’s at all but a special kind of shape shifter that could grow into their large forms at will, or sometimes against their will. For that reason, I deemed it safe to enter, no one here would know what I was, I’d just have to keep a low profile as always.

My boots trudged heavily through the muddy streets until I found a tavern, the sign out the front told me that there was availability inside, perfect. I pushed open the double wooden doors and was greeted with a waft of warm thick air filled with music, laughter and the smell of smoke and whiskey.

I inhaled deeply, soaking in the pleasant sensations, I’d get a drink once I’d secured a room for the night. I found a coat hanger near the entryway and placed my wet jacket onto it along with my fedora, feeling somewhat warmer and dryer I headed straight for the bar with my best panty dropping grin.

“A straight whisky darlin if you don’t mind?” I asked the young barmaid from behind the counter, she gave me a playful wink while pouring a fresh glass without even looking at it. She slid it across the polished counter to me and leaned over.

“What’s a pretty face like you doing here?” she asked, flicking her long black hair over her shoulder.

“Just passing through” I said casually. “I was hoping I might find some accommodations hereabouts.”

“Well, you need look no further, we have a few spare rooms tonight, just a single?” She asked hopefully, she briefly glanced around to see if I had come in with anyone else.

“Yeah, just a single.”

She handed me a piece of parchment to sign, a guest log, I scribbled a fake name in as I usually did and handed it back to her along with a generous payment, she gave me a set of keys and then asked. “Where are you headed to?”

“Oh no where in particular, I enjoy exploring, I’m a bit of a nomad.” I shrugged, taking another heavy slog of my drink. “Might head toward Lightening Ridge tomorrow.” I said offhandedly.

The man beside me at the bar, scoffed, I hadn’t even noticed him sit down until now, the barmaid and I both looked at him curiously, waiting for an explanation.

“You haven’t heard the rumors?” He asked, looking at us incredulously, his dark hair and darker complexion gave off a mysterious air in the already dim lighting of the tavern, his shaggy hair keeping his face in the shadows expertly.

“That’s Giant territory up that way.” He explained, turning to address us properly.

“Is that so?” I asked, I hadn’t heard of any territory being claimed as ‘Giants Territory’ ever, most of the time shifters mainly lived amongst humans. Of course, there were the rare kind who took advantage of their sheer strength and sought to harm and press their power over others.

One shifter in particular I could think of, we’d crossed paths a few times, I had actually been tracking him for a long time after hearing the first reports of a Giant terrorizing villages. I’d found him about a year ago, warning him of others who were hunting him, I tried to get through to him with reason, but he wasn’t interested in hearing any of it, in fact he very nearly killed me.

I’d kept my distance then but continued to track him for a short while until I lost his trail. It had been months since I’d had any firm leads and I wondered if my instinct taking me this far East had finally paid off. Perhaps he had taken over Lightening Ridge claiming it to be his own.

“What makes you think it’s Giant Territory?” I pressed further.

The young man finished off his drink and indicated that he would like another.

“I’ve been assigned to hunt a Giant living in that area, he’s set up camp there for a while now, many have gone in, but none have ever returned.” he said forebodingly wiggling his fingers for emphasis.

I shivered but not because of the stupid theatrics the man was displaying, but because in all likelihood Blade was killing if not eating the men who had entered ‘His’ Territory and the thought turned my gut to ice.

“Perhaps I could assist you.” I said resolve set, I was sure this was the shifter I’d been after, and I wasn’t going to let him get away again, especially knowing he was now murdering civilians.

The young man laughed loudly but I kept my expression neutral, and his laughter died down to a look of pure disbelief.

“You’re not joking? Are you?” He asked and I shook my head, he gave a heavy sigh. “Look I appreciate the offer, but I generally work alone, besides I don’t wanna get distracted looking after you when I’m trying to slay the beast.” He explained, all good points.

“I’m a hunter as well.” I lied. “I actually know of the beast your after, been on his tail for months, I think I could prove useful.”

He gave me a skeptical look; I was sure he was going to turn me down again and then I’d move to plan B which would be tailing this man in order to find Blade, but he held out a hand instead.

“You don’t get in my way.” He said sternly. “When we find the beast, it’s every man for himself, I wont risk my neck to save your ass if you do something stupid, you hear?”

I couldn’t help the smile edging onto my face, and I grasped his hand.

“Deal.” I said, so much for keeping a low profile.

“The names Ryder, I’ll meet you down here an hour before sunrise.” He said stiffly before rising from his chair, intending to head in for the night.

“Hendrix.” I answered honestly. “I’ll be here.” He gave me a curt nod before heading up the stairs to the Tavern’s rooms.

“Boy you do have a death wish.” The barmaid was shaking her head whilst cleaning a glass. I gave her a small shrug before heading up the stairs myself, and I wondered if the barmaid had noted that the name I put on the guest log, was not the name I’d given to Ryder. I supposed it didn’t matter, in all likely hood we’d leave before anyone else arose the next morning and I’d never see her again.

With that I hunkered down onto the small cot within my room and urged my racing thoughts to quieten, though regardless of my efforts my excitement at having finally got a lead was too much to give me a good night’s sleep and morning came all too quickly.

I rolled out of bed and stretched my aching limbs, sleeping on a different surface every night didn’t bode well for my back. I wandered to the bathroom and splashed some water on my face briefly glancing my disheveled appearance in the mirror. Ryder had been right to worry that I wouldn’t be useful in a fight, where he was toned, I was more malnourished with my poor muscles trying desperately to make themselves known.

My dark blue eyes popped against my freckle-stained face where my cheek and jaw bones jutted out. I wasn’t much of a fighter, more a survivalist, but I had been training since my last meeting with Blade and I was confident I’d be able to take him this time.

I brushed my fingers through my shoulder length sandy blonde hair and pushed away from the sink, I’d guessed it was about an hour before sunrise now and if I didn’t get a move on, Ryder would likely leave without me. I slung my satchel containing my meager belongings across my chest and headed down the stairs.

“Ah there he is, I was thinking you might have come to your senses overnight.” Ryder joked, putting on his own hat and jacket, ready to head out the door.

“Not a chance.” I smiled, and followed him outside, the air was fresh and held the sharp bite of winter closing in, I longed to be back inside the warm tavern, but I also wasn’t about to pass up this opportunity, especially if I could put an end to Blade’s rampage once and for all.

It was bad enough that he was putting the identity of our kind at risk but using his power to harm others was something I just couldn’t stand for.

I followed Ryder as we headed further east, following signs for Lightening Ridge, it was approximately 200kml away from SheerWood, the village we had just come from, and would be about a three or four day walk with minimal stops.

“So, tell me a bit about yourself Hendrix.” Ryder asked, the sun was beginning to rise, and we had walked in mostly comfortable silence until that point, I had gathered that he preferred not to grow attached to his travelling companion in case he died once we faced the shifter, his question caught me off guard.

“There’s not much to tell really.” I shrugged, preparing to spin off the usual story I give people. “I’m a nomad, I travel all over, got no family to hold me down so I’m just out exploring really.”

“Bullshit, you’ve been tailing a Giant for peats sake, there is more to you than just drifting with the wind.”

I bit my lip, I hadn’t really thought that one through, I’d forgotten that I’d told him I was a hunter back in the tavern.

“Well, you know I pick up a few hunting jobs here and there as a travel through, no big story, sorry to disappoint.” I covered quickly, it wasn’t an unheard-of story and totally credible if I do say so myself.

He didn’t seem convinced, but he also didn’t seem frustrated at all, like he understood that not everything was okay to be shared with a total stranger.

“Well, I suppose I’m much the same as you, grew up in a small town and as soon as I was able, I up and left, took up hunting jobs and make my living that way, I must say it’s not a bad way to see the country.” He glanced at the surrounding forest appreciatively.

“Do you have any family?” I asked trying to continue to keep the topic on him.

“Yeah, but I haven’t seen them in years, they live way out west in the desert, my mum, dad and sister, as far as I know Kailani is still there tending to the farm with them, farm life just wasn’t for me you know?”

I nodded, the lifestyle had never interested me either, come to think of it I wasn’t really sure what kind of lifestyle called to me. I supposed travelling and exploring the country was okay, but the thought of settling down somewhere was intriguing, even if it was an impossibility for me.

“What’s Kailani like?” I asked, my mind wandered to my own little sister, she’d been only five years old when I left home, when my abilities had made themselves known.

“She’s kind.” He said wistfully. “She was always very reserved, especially around our parents, she was never shy about giving me a hard time though.” He chuckled at a memory playing over in his mind. “Last I heard she was seeing a fella, she’d make a good wife, I just hope she’s happy.”

“I suppose that’s all any of us can ask for.” I said quietly, hoping the same was true about Ella.

A twig snapped to our left and we both paused, Ryder held up a scarred hand indicating for me to keep quiet. I scanned the area, but I couldn’t see much of anything off the trail, the forest on either side of us was dense with underbrush.

After a few moments I was going to tap Ryder on the shoulder and suggest we keep going, it was probably just an animal skirting too close to the trails, that’s when we heard a soft hiss disturb the silence around us. And that was all the warning we got before the large Arachnid made itself known, its many eyes flickering like embers in the dense forest and its large hairy legs moving faster than they should have been able to.

“Duck!” Ryder shouted, I was going to question why I would do such a thing, and to instead suggest we run but I crouched low to the ground anyway and narrowly missed a projectile of sticky silk that was shot toward us. Ryder had rolled out of the way and brandished his sword, crouching in a fighting stance and ready to leap at the thing.

I dug in my pockets for my dagger, and then realized it was woefully too small to fight a creature this large. Of course, normally when I encountered giant spiders in the forest, I was much bigger and would simply crush the creature with the heel of my boot, I’d never thought I needed a larger weapon when I was usually the largest creature around.

Of course I couldn’t grow right now, not with a hunter standing right there, I rolled as the creature made a move toward me and I narrowly avoided one of its sharp claw-like legs from spearing me through the middle. I watched as Ryder pounced on top of the thing, using his sword to strike at the Arachnids thick exoskeleton.

The spider seemed to pay him not mind, not finding his efforts of any concern at all and instead kept on moving toward me, the spider positioned itself over me and spat more sticky silk covering my left hand and pinning it to the ground. My breath hitched and I felt myself expand a few inches, breaking my hand free of the sticky substance.

I focused on stopping the growing energy within my body, reining it in for now. I wasn’t about to die at the mercy of an insect.

The spiders’ pincers sliced awfully close to my neck, and I jerked my body upwards pushing the heels of my boots into the spider’s face.

With only a second to make the most of my distraction I backpaddled on my hands and knees crawling under the spider and then out into the open. I dug in my bag frantically and pulled out what I hoped might do the trick, tearing off a part of my sleeve, I picked up a stick nearby and wrapped my shirt around it.

The spider had its eyes on me again and let out another hiss, I doused the cloth in whiskey and then struck a match, creating a large fire stick that I brandished at the spider. It threw its body backwards showing off its front legs in a display of aggression and in doing so threw Ryder from its back, he landed in a heap dropping his sword a short distance away from him.

With the flaming stick in one hand, I inched closer to Ryder’s sword, causing the spider to back up further.

“Ryder!” I shouted kicking the sword toward him, he got the hint grasped the sword and then stood directly underneath the beast. I backed up and as the spider came down Ryder expertly placed the sword between the spider’s thorax and abdomen and then it went limp, its body falling heavily on top of Ryder.

I concentrated and allowed myself to grow only a little, just enough so that I would be strong enough to push the beast off of Ryder, with a grunt of effort I rolled the spider off of him. Ryder lay there breathing heavily, his whole body covered in unidentifiable spider guck, I focused on my own breathing shrinking down to an acceptable height though my body protested.

“You look like hell.” I stated, holding out a hand for him. He grasped it with a slimy hand of his own and I cringed a little at the sickening feeling.

“I’d look a lot worse if it hadn’t of been for you.” He said completely awe struck, he walked over to reclaim his sword from the spider’s belly and then looked over at me, his hazel eyes flashing.

“That was some quick thinking back there.” He said, voice still laced with amazement. “I mean, after seeing you brandish a dagger of all things, I had my doubts, but… that was something else.”

I brushed it off, throwing the fire stick on the ground and stamping it out before putting my matches and flask back into my satchel.

“I work well under pressure.” I shrugged, and his eyebrows reached the sky.

“I’ll say.” He said clapping me on the back. “In any case, well done lad.”

I chuckled nervously and followed him as we continued down the trail. Thankful that I had made it out of my first encounter with an aggressive creature and lived to tell the tale, secret still intact.

“Ha, that’s funny…” He started, looking me up and down as I caught up walking briskly beside him.

“What’s funny? That I’ve only got a dagger to defend myself with? Yeah I know the truth is I lost-“

“No, not that.” He cut me off. “I just could have sworn I was taller than you.”

PART TWO

#gt #gianttiny #giant/tiny #g/t #giant #tiny #size shifter #sizedifference #gtangst #HendrixRyder #ShifterHendrix

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Scully and Matters of the Heart: S1-4

Scully's thoughts on love and relationships.

Fire

So, she shows up knowing the power she has over you and then she makes you walk through fire, is that it? ...Mulder, are you sure you don't need me to help you out on this one?

Gender Bender

Hard to imagine in this day and age someone having sex with a perfect stranger.

Lazarus

We dated for almost a year.... But it was always hard for Jack to relax, it was impossible for him, really. He was always so intense, so relentlessly determined.

Tooms

Mulder, I wouldn't put myself on the line for anyone else but you.

One Breath

Mulder? I had the strength of your beliefs.

Firewalker

["He stopped taking his pills. Yeah, he said that they were polluting his brain. And, he said I was polluting his body.... I just want to go home, now."]

Where's home?

["Anywhere but here."]

Aubrey

Things must be difficult for you now. I've had... feelings for people I've worked with. Inner-office relationships can be complicated-- especially when he's married.

Fearful Symmetry

["Whatever... connection he and I had was over long ago."]

But you asked him, anyway. To help you.

D.P.O.

Well, you don't have to be afraid anymore. You and your husband are safe as long as we can count on your testimony.

The List

Woman gets lonely. Sometimes she can't wait around for a man to get reincarnated.

2Shy

You're more than a monster: you didn't just feed on their bodies, you fed on their minds.

War of the Coprophages

Her name is Bambi? ...Her name is Bambi?

Syzygy

["Must be Detective White."]

If that's the reason we're sticking around, that's your business.

Jose Chung's From Outer Space

["...For, although Diana Leski is noble of spirit and pure at heart, she remains, nevertheless, a federal employee."]

Avatar

["He lives under this misguided notion that silence is strength. He's built a wall to keep everyone out."]

Including you?

["Especially me."]

Is that why you were separated?

Home

["I can tell you don't have no children. Maybe one day you'll learn the pride... the love."]

Unruhe

Why did your sister kill herself, Gerry? What did your father do to her?

The Field Where I Died

["Dana, if um... early in the four years we've been working together, an event occurred that suggested or if somebody told you that we'd been friends together... in other lifetimes, always... would it have changed the ways we looked at one another?"]

Even if I knew for certain, I wouldn't change a day.

Paper Hearts

["You do this full-time-- telling people this kind of news?"]

No, sir, not full-time.

El Mundo Gira

He didn't kill her, Mulder.... Mulder, I know you don't want to hear this, but I think the aliens in this story are not the villains but the victims.

Never Again

This circle: it usually starts when an authoritative or controlling figure comes into my life; and part of me likes it-- needs it, wants the approval-- but then at a certain point along the way I just... y'know.

Memento Mori

For the first time, I feel time like a heartbeat: the seconds pumping in my breast like a reckoning. The numinous mysteries that once seemed so distant and unreal threatening clarity in the presence of a truth entertained not in youth but only in its passage. I feel these words as if their meaning were weight being lifted from me, knowing that you will read them and share my burden as I have come to trust no other. That you should know my heart-- look into it, finding there the memory and experience that belong to you, that are you-- is a comfort to me now as I feel the tethers loose....

Kaddish

And through all this he hid the ring?

["Even after the war, he hid it. Even from my mother."]

Why?

["Because to him it was a dead relic from a forgotten place. Until the day I told him I was getting married; and for the first time in fifty years, he took out this ring. He said he felt his village was being born again. He knew how much I loved Isaac."]

Unrequited

Mulder, what she has is a simple... hemorrhage brought on by her emotional state.

Max

["Can I buy you a drink?"]

No, it's okay-- I'm with somebody.

Synchrony

Lisa, if you're leaving anything out-- if you're hedging the truth, you could be held accountable if Jason committed a crime.

Small Potatoes

No, I'm seeing a whole new side of you, Mulder.

["Is that a good thing?"]

I like it.

Elegy

I mean, maybe in some drug-addled way she was trying to kill happiness-- Harold's happiness. His love for those women. Trying to destroy something she never thought she'd have again.

Demons

["Why shoot herself and her husband?"]

I can't say definitively; but judging from an almost identical suicide... I believe that the victims were suffering....

Gethsemane

Hey, look, just because I haven't bared my soul to you or to Father McCue or to God doesn't mean I'm not responsible to what's important to me.

["To what? To who? This guy Mulder?"]

Thank you for reading~ Enjoy!

#txf #meta #xf meta #mine #Scully #xfiles #x-files #the x files #S1 #S2 #S3 #S4

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(featuring @danganronpasurvivoraskblog, @a-student-out-of-time, @finalverse and @despair-to-future-arcs)

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//So there were a lot of talks about the main protagonists of mine and three other well-known Danganronpa ask blogs forming a DND part together on Mod Bubbles blogs, and as an artist, and a major DND fan, I could not resist.

//My little autistic cogs in my little autistic brain got turning and I basically made full on character sheets for all four main protags of each of the blogs; Kuripa from Survivor, Hajime from ASooT, Nagi from NWPM, and Aliza-chan from Finalverse

//I won't post the full sheets because I don't know how many people would want to see that, plus it's a shitton of information that I just don't want to bother with. But outside of the character cards above, here's a brief summary of every character in this "AU" shall we say.

Hajime - The party leader. Was once a young boy who never stood out, but gained the gift of a prophecy that showed him a dark future wrought by dark lord Junko Enoshima. Now with the power to reset himself every time he dies, the number of times depicted in his magical left eye, he dedicates his life to the journey of stopping the prophesized dark future. Sometimes he can be a bit cold and distant, always acting like the fate of the world rests squarely on his shoulders despite his teammates by his side, but he is capable, kind and a true leader.

Aliza - Aliza has a power with a similar origin to Hajime, which gravitates her towards him, and eventually is the founding reason she becomes his ally. Unlike him however, power is that to see and explore other universes parallel to theirs, where everything can be different, and she struggles to control it. The goal of her journey is to learn to use her power for good, and to escape the lofty expectations and cruelty of her family. She's a little bit clumsy and inexperienced as a result, with her wild magic sometimes landing her team in deeper trouble than they were originally, but she always means well and if nothing else, serves as the heart of the group.

Kuripa - He was originally a well-known artist and sculptor who lived a quiet life until a rogue in a steel mask raided his village and murdered his sister. For those who frequent this blog, you know how this story goes. He dedicated the rest of his life to hunting down the murderer, learning black magic arts and becoming a blood hunter, willing to sacrifice anything and anyone, including his own body, if it meant achieving his goal. He's a bit of a loose cannon and more violent than his peers when it comes to executing plans, much to Hajime, Aliza and Nagi's chagrin, but it's made up for in the fact that when he gets the job done, he REALLY gets the job done, and it makes them glad that he's an ally and not an enemy.

Nagi - Nagi was an Aasimar who was the guardian of a realm in the sky known as "Neo World" until she was attacked by Junko Enoshima's evil paladin right-hand, Mukuro Ikusaba, who was ordered by Junko to kill her and bring back a part of her body to show that she'd finished the job. After this encounter, Nagi miraculously survived, but Mukuro successfully tore her wings from her body. Nagi joins the party out of revenge, and despite her trauma, is still the most mentally sane member of the group, acting a lot like a team Mom of sorts.

//I'll also but transparent renders of the characters here if that tickles your fancy. Thank you for letting me pour my little nerd heart out.

#danganronpa survivor #danganronpa #neo world program monitor #finalverse #a student out of time #dungeons and dragons #official art #crossover #kuripa kurafto #hajime hinata #alizachan #aliza sahpree #nagi nanami #dnd #d&d

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lavenderfluorite14 · 3 months

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A Taste of Plums | Astarion x Female!Tav

Chapter 3: Kiss

Summary: Astarion sets some boundaries, then drinks his fill.

Chapter Warnings: 18+, Explicit Content, Blood Drinking, Brief Somnophilia, Masturbation.

Full tag list on AO3. Chapter 1. Chapter 2.

A/N: Happy Patch 6 Update Eve! Also Happy Valentine’s Day, I love everyone who has clicked on this fic so I’m updating early. Please enjoy some Astarion self-love smut. ❤️‍🔥

The next morning Tav emerged from her tent well rested and alert. She made her morning rounds as usual, but each time Astarion thought she was making her way over to him Tav would instead veer away, seemingly captivated by some other distraction. Was she ignoring him? Was Tav going to leave him at camp with the other rejects while she adventured with her favorites? His uncharacteristic moment of shyness last night was already costing him. When Tav finally made her way over to him he slipped on his silkiest smirk. “My darling,” he immediately begins, “last night you were positively divine-"

“Wait, Astarion,” Tav interrupts. He stops, his monologue dead on his lips.

“I’m sorry for overstepping last night. I know you only wanted my blood.” Astarion blinks owlishly at her. She was apologizing to him. He could work with this. “For what it’s worth, I’m very disgusted with myself. But that doesn’t excuse my-”

“Oh, it’s not your fault that I’m so irresistible.” Astarion waves his hand. “I just wanted to make sure that you were alright,” he insists. Tav reddens, her blood blooming beautifully in her cheeks.

“I’m alright, Astarion,” Her fingers brush the amulet, which glitters against her throat. “This was a really thoughtful gift.” His stomach does a weird little flip-flop that he doesn’t understand. He knew she’d like it, that’s why he gave it to her. It benefits him.

“I’m so delighted,” he says. It’s not entirely a lie and a small frisson of fear coils at the base of his spine.

“But if you are uncomfortable with our arrangement, we can make some very simple adjustments.” He cocks an eyebrow playfully. “We can do this the traditional way. I’ll come to you at night after you are soundly asleep in your bedroll. ”

Tav shifts uneasily. “But are you sure-"

“And next time, I’ll make sure I’m quiet,” Astarion leans into her, invading her space. “I’ll take just enough to keep me sated,” he lowers his tone suggestively, “and just enough to keep you wishing for more.” Tav swallows at his innuendo, but she keeps her voice even.

“Whatever you are comfortable with, Astarion.”

“I promise, I am very, very comfortable,” Astarion lies. Now, shall we begin the day? These goblins won’t kill themselves.”

The blighted village was a depressing eyesore, but a small treasure trove of resources lay hidden behind its crumbling walls. Astarion could have wept when they discovered a bathtub on the upper floor of an apothecary. The alchemist who had lived there, Ilyn Toth, had been quite well-stocked. On the first floor they found all kinds of herbs, potions, and trinkets. Astarion was raiding a wine rack when Karlach called out to them: “Oi guys! There’s a hatch over here! Bet there’s even more stuff in the basement.”

More potions, more books, more trinkets. Karlach even took a painting off the wall at Tav’s urging. And then Astarion noticed a lever peaking out from behind a stack of boxes. Tav grabbed it and one of the many bookcases slid aside with an ominous creak, revealing a dank, wet passageway that wound its way deep into the earth. Obviously Tav wanted to check it out.

Tav had been cordial, if perhaps a little distant, since the morning. He thought that perhaps she was trying to give him space. He supposed it was cute, if a little silly. She wouldn’t feel so bad about wanting to use him if she knew even a few of the things he had done. But he could easily reel her in again. In the warm light of day his previous objections seemed childish and maudlin.

He was somewhat surprised that she had even agreed to night time feedings. “The Kiss” was a powerful relaxant, a brilliant adaptation for a devious nocturnal predator. To some, it was even an aphrodisiac. Why allow him to bite her at all if she couldn’t enjoy the effects? She must truly be a deviant. Nonetheless, this was still a mutually beneficial transaction. Astarion had gotten what he wanted. Why wasn’t he satisfied?

The passageway snaked its way into a glittering cave where half a dozen coffins moldered in the gloom. Karlach immediately pried one open and Tav discovered a scroll within its depths, a curious spell that allowed the caster to summon a quasit. She handed it to Wyll, who began studying it. Soon a foul-mouthed, gibbering little demon was trailing behind them, babbling on about some book with terrible magic inside. Astarion had wanted to name her Basket, but Wyll wanted to keep her previous name: Shovel.

Turns out, the good doctor had been dabbling in powerful necromantic magic beneath his quaint little shop. Useful necromantic magic. And it seemed like he had left in a hurry: books and notes were scattered all over his laboratory, bones and viscera littered the floor, and a body was unceremoniously dumped across a dirty operating theater. Tav immediately buried herself in the necromancer’s notes while Wyll and Karlach continued scavenging. Astarion’s eye was drawn to a curious cell embedded in the rock, locked behind a barred door. He jimmied the locks and traps easily, stepping carefully into the cramped room.

Inside the cell on an otherwise barren table lay one of the most menacing books that Astarion had ever seen. It had been bound in a suspicious and unidentifiable leather, and from its cover a wretched face emerged in a silent scream. There must be something good inside.

“This journal says that there was a key of some kind that went missing? And then days later Toth’s apprentice also disappeared?” Tav said.

“Very suspicious,” Karlach murmured. Astarion grinned. Necromancy meant control of the dead. Control of the undead. Perhaps even a spell or two for vampire lords.

“Then what are we sitting around for, darlings?”

That meddling boy must have been the dumbest apprentice in all of Faerûn. Turns out, stealing the key to an ominous necromantic tome meant chucking it down a well and into an infestation of venomous spiders. Astarion had laughed when Karlach tripped over the enwebbed body of the apprentice. Serves that fool right.

It was so faint that Astarion almost missed it. Deep in the darkness of the well a faint purple light pulsed and swirled. Kicking aside a spider carcass, Astarion plucked the gem from the grimy cave floor. Its eerie glow cast a strange pall over their faces. “I think that’s it,” Tav said, reaching out for the amethyst. Their fingers brushed and despite their thick gloves and the sweaty exertion from battle, Astarion felt a spark of electricity pass between them. Tav had been particularly vicious today, blinding and paralyzing spiders with barely a word. Then he would strike while they were stunned, piercing them with his sharp blades. They’d made a good team. He couldn’t help running his eyes along her throat and down her curves as he relinquished the jewel to her. Tav briefly polished the stone against the front of her jerkin and popped it into the front of the strange book, which began to glow with a sickly violet light. This was an evil book. A powerful book.

“Please don’t open the creepy book,” Karlach pleaded.

“That’s evil magic. We must destroy it,” Wyll insisted.

“And it looks awfully heavy. Why don’t you let me carry that for you?” Astarion put on his best pout, his eyes glittering in the lowlight. Tav turned towards him. “On one condition,” She said. Astarion stiffened. “Will you tell me what’s inside it when you are done?” Astarion smiled.

“I’ll tell you every last sordid detail, my dear.”

Camp was quiet that night. Gale asked many questions about the new book and even had the audacity to ask Astarion if he could have it instead. “Absolutely not. It is mine,” Astarion spat. Gale opened his mouth to protest but Astarion quickly added: “Tav said so.” Confusion and hurt both passed over Gale’s face and Astarion turned on his heel and left, clutching his dark prize tightly.

Tav had really given him the clearly evil necromantic book. First her blood, and now a powerful magical artifact that could possibly empower him against his master. He hasn’t even slept with her yet and his little investment was already paying off.

He settled into his tent, mentally preparing himself to read. He pulled a tufted chair up to the small table he had decided to use as a desk, both of which were stolen from the necromancer’s basement. Somehow, this felt familiar. It wasn’t concrete but he had a vague feeling, a memory in his body, of poring over thick, difficult to read tomes until the dense passages made sense or he made them make sense. He shrugged the feeling away: he wasn’t a magistrate anymore.

Astarion stared at the grim face on the cover of the book with disdain. It was so hideous. Astarion flipped open the heavy cover and a delicious wave of dark energy immediately surged through him. It felt energizing, powerful. He felt deep in his bones that he was on the right path, that this book could tell him exactly what he wanted to know. As he continued reading, the glyphs began to shift and swirl before his eyes. Magic rippled through the pages, through his fingers, through his body. Voices came to him, whispering terrible longings and secrets of every shape and size. The cacophony filled him so completely that his head began to throb with it.

Kill them. Kill them all.

Dark claws of magic pulled at his mind, trying to erode his will and drag him under its control. “No, I won’t kill them.” Astarion ground out as he thrashed in his chair, resisting the dreadful pull with everything he had. Well, maybe Karlach, he thought. Even in the grips of fell magic, he remembered how she had hoisted Tav up into her arms, effortlessly carrying her back to camp yesterday.

Look. Away.

Astarion mustered up every last ounce of his will, successfully slamming the book closed with a sickening thud. Free of the dark compulsions, he slumped forward in his chair. He wouldn’t kill Karlach. Karlach was too useful. And fun.

“Good book?” A voice cut through his tired thoughts like a hot knife and he bolted upright. Whirling in his seat, he saw Tav hovering at the entrance of his tent. He relaxed, somewhat. “Hello,” he said sheepishly. He gestured for her to come inside.

“Slow going, I take it?” Tav said, coming around his desk to peer at the book. “You could say that. It’s protected by vengeful spirits,” Astarion sighed. “They make it impossible to read the damn thing without triggering their unholy yammering.”

“I could tell. Are you alright?” Tav asked. Astarion nodded, hand waving her concern away. She hopped up on his desk and Astarion leaned back in his chair, turning to face her. “What do you think they are guarding?” she asked, kicking her feet as she perched. “It’s clearly something powerful, I can feel it,” Astarion gushed excitedly. “Anything could be in there. Ways to speak to the dead, control the dead. Bring the dead back to life. A way to free myself from Cazador could even be in there.” He looked up at her, saw the confusion on her face and internally smacked himself. Of course she doesn’t know who Cazador is. “Sorry, did you want something?” He snapped.

“Who is Cazador?” Tav asks innocently. He knows it’s innocent. He knows she’s just curious. Knowing her, she will probably think she can help.

“Cazador is none of your business,” Astarion spits. Tav stops kicking her feet. She slides off his desk, landing onto the dirt floor with a graceful plop.

“I’m sorry. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” she says diplomatically, but Astarion can tell she is disappointed. He just stares at her. She thinks she can handle it. But she’d hate him if she knew. She wouldn’t be so sweet to him if he told her. “I just came to tell you that you could feed on me again tonight. If you wanted.” Surprise washes over Astarion at this. Why is she being so nice to him?

He will have to tell her something eventually. But he doesn’t want to crush this tentative thing they have yet with his mess. Astarion slips on his mask, the face he knows Tav actually wants to see, and purrs:

“Then I’ll see you later, you sweet, generous thing.”

Tav lingers for another moment, sensing that she is dismissed, but clearly not wanting to leave. “Alright. Good night, Astarion. Get some rest if you can.” She leaves him to his bitter, lonely thoughts, just like he wanted.

Hours later, Astarion slips eagerly into Tav’s tent. He had waited impatiently until he felt her heartbeat settle into the steady rhythm of sleep. Now she lay before him like a fairytale princess waiting for true love’s kiss from a besotted prince. Such a pretty picture. It was almost a shame that she would get him instead.

He had denied her his body, taken her treasure, snapped at her, and told her no, yet she was still letting him drink her blood. He should feel guilty, especially after their earlier exchange, but it is in a vampire’s nature to take. And it is in her nature to give. How kind. How dumb. How lucky for him. After 200 years of starvation, slavery, and degradation he was going to seize every gift he received, even if he didn’t deserve it.

Astarion laid carefully down beside her. His hand drifted over her cheek, ghosting over her beautiful face. Leaning over her, he took a deep breath in through his nose, savoring the sweet smell of her hair, the savory notes of her skin. She was so warm up close. And now he had her all to himself.

His fangs sliced through her skin, hitting their sanguine mark with ease. He drank from her languidly, savoring each gush of blood that filled his mouth. Astarion felt some of it dribble down his chin, pooling in a seductive swirl along Tav’s throat. His cock twitched to life, slowly hardening with each mouthful of hot blood. When he was full enough he withdrew to admire her, yet again.

Tav hadn’t stirred at all. She lay peacefully asleep, completely undisturbed by his ministrations. Her expression was soft, relaxed in repose. She was completely unaware of the monster in her tent.

He returned dutifully to her neck, resuming his feast. But in between sips he pressed experimental kisses to her neck, unable to fully resist. Gods, she was gorgeous. And she was willingly letting him do this to her. She was clearly a fool. But she was his fool. Maybe she really would understand. He could never tell her everything, but maybe he could tell her certain things. He shuddered against her, dragging his lithe body against her in one tantalizingly slow motion.

Licking his lips clean of any blood, he laid a chaste kiss on her plush lips. He wanted to really kiss her, wanted to press his lips to hers and feel her open beneath him, ready to be taken. The memory of their previous kiss tormented him, made him achingly hard and filled him with stupid ideas that led nowhere.

Besides, this little display was a waste. Tav wasn’t awake to enjoy it, so what was the point. This won him no favors. But you like it, he thought. This brings you pleasure. He wanted to run as far away as he could and never come back. He wanted to bury himself completely between her legs.

He cleaned her up slowly. Tenderly, his traitorous mind supplied. He drew his tongue gently over her neck, lapping up any stray rivulets of blood. When he was done he pressed one final kiss to her neck, right over his bite.

Back in his tent Astarion flopped down into his nest of pillows, his deft fingers immediately grasping for the laces of his trousers. His neglected cock throbbed with a deep, insistent need that he could no longer ignore. He often had to make himself hard in order to perform for Cazador’s victims, but it had been an age since he had experienced an honest bodily reaction to someone. It was both terrifying and exhilarating. He was glad he was alone.

Initially he sets a brutal rhythm, just trying to get this over with. He strokes himself roughly from base to tip, hurtling himself towards oblivion. His mind drifts back to Tav and he realizes, as a pearl of precum beads on his tip, that he doesn’t actually want to rush this. He forces his hand to slow to a torturous pace, twisting his head on the upstroke in a way that pulls a breathy gasp from him. He imagines he is back in Tav’s tent, teeth buried in her throat and body settled firmly over hers.

Tav sleepily stirs beneath him, a moan on her lips. She presses herself upwards and begs him for more. “Please, Astarion.” He sinks his fangs deeper into her and she cries out sweetly, grinding herself desperately against his hard length like she did the other night. She’s at his mercy, overcome by pain and pleasure that only he can give her.

In his tent, heat pools in his abdomen and he finally allows himself to buck up greedily into his fist. In the fantasy, she spreads her legs for him and he slides easily into her, fucking her deeply, the taste of her blood still on his tongue. He licks his teeth, searching for any bloody remnants that might still be in his mouth. They are long gone but their ghost remains, faint but still ambrosial, and he moans with want as he fucks his fist faster. He takes her selfishly, pounding into her very core with unapologetic need. She clenches around him, shuddering on the brink of a powerful orgasm. She wants him, all of him. “Yes! Please, Astarion!”

His own climax hits him hard and fast, erupting all over his hand. He sinks further into his pillows, basking in the sudden afterglow. He can’t remember the last time he came like that. He can’t remember the last time he came at all. And to the thought of something as simple as Tav wanting him. He cringes at his juvenile fantasy.

The next morning Astarion surreptitiously watches Tav buckle her jerkin and equip her rapier, the perfect picture of a determined, capable adventurer. Today, Tav has decided to pay that sweet old lady a visit at her house, much to Lae’Zel’s irritation. This will delay their journey to the crèche but Tav says that they can’t afford to ignore any leads that they have, no matter how small. Astarion says nothing while Tav and Lae’Zel argue. The longer they delay, the longer he’s free. Astarion decides that despite the initial hiccups, everything is unfolding according to plan. Involving himself with Tav is a good tactical decision. And if he wants it too, well, then that is just a bonus.

Chapter 4: Confession

#astarion #tav x astarion #tavstarion #astarion fic #astarion fanfic #astarion longfic #a taste of plums #the night shift

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contemplatingoutlander · 10 months

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The former Republican David French does a good job of explaining what keeps MAGA folks continuing to support Trump. It's all about the "culture" of MAGA and the sense of "belonging," combined with years of propaganda that have painted anyone even slightly on the left as being "bad" and "out to get" conservatives and their families.

And if we don't understand that, we won't know how to combat it. Here are some excerpts:

I live in Tennessee outside Nashville, a very deep-red part of America. According to a New York Times tool that calculates the political composition of a community, only 15 percent of my neighbors are Democrats. I’ve been living here in the heart of MAGA country since Donald Trump came down the escalator. This is the world of my friends, my neighbors and many members of my family. That is perhaps why, when I’m asked what things are like now, eight years into the Trump era, I have a ready answer: Everything is normal until, suddenly, it’s not. And unless we can understand what’s normal and what’s not, we can’t truly understand why Trumpism endures. [...] It’s no coincidence that one of the most enduring cultural symbols of Trump’s 2020 campaign was the boat parade. To form battle lines behind Trump, the one man they believe can save America from total destruction, thousands of supporters in several states got in their MasterCrafts and had giant open-air water parties. Or take the Trump rally, the signature event of this political era. If you follow the rallies via Twitter or mainstream newscasts, you see the anger, but you miss the fun. When I was writing for The Dispatch, one of the best pieces we published was a report by Andrew Egger in 2020 about the “Front Row Joes,” the Trump superfans who follow Trump from rally to rally the way some people used to follow the Grateful Dead. Egger described the Trump rally perfectly: “For enthusiasts, Trump rallies aren’t just a way to see a favorite politician up close. They are major life events: festive opportunities to get together with like-minded folks and just go crazy about America and all the winning the Trump administration’s doing.”

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[...] Why do none of your arguments against Trump penetrate this mind-set? The Trumpists have an easy answer: You’re horrible, and no one should listen to horrible people. Why were Trumpists so vulnerable to insane stolen-election theories? Because they know that you’re horrible and that horrible people are capable of anything, including stealing an election. At the same time, their own joy and camaraderie insulates them against external critiques that focus on their anger and cruelty. Such charges ring hollow to Trump supporters, who can see firsthand the internal friendliness and good cheer that they experience when they get together with one another. They don’t feel angry — at least not most of the time. They are good, likable people who’ve just been provoked by a distant and alien “left” that many of them have never meaningfully encountered firsthand. Indeed, while countless gallons of ink have been spilled analyzing the MAGA movement’s rage, far too little has been spilled discussing its joy. Once you understand both dynamics, however, so much about the present moment makes clearer sense, including the dynamics of the Republican primary. Ron DeSantis, for example, channels all the rage of Trumpism and none of the joy. With relentless, grim determination he fights the left with every tool of government at his disposal. But can he lead stadiums full of people in an awkward dance to “Y.MC.A.” by the Village People? Will he be the subject of countless over-the-top memes and posters celebrating him as some kind of godlike, muscular superhero? [...] Trump’s fans, by contrast, don’t understand the effects of [the MAGA] fury because they mainly experience the joy. For them, the MAGA community is kind and welcoming. For them, supporting Trump is fun. Moreover, the MAGA movement is heavily clustered in the South, and Southerners see themselves as the nicest people in America. It feels false to them to be called “mean” or “cruel.” Cruel? No chance. In their minds, they’re the same people they’ve always been — it’s just that they finally understand how bad you are. And by “you,” again, they often mean the caricatures of people they’ve never met. In fact, they often don’t even know about the excesses of the Trump movement. Many of them will never know that their progressive neighbors have faced threats and intimidation. And even when they do see the movement at its worst, they can’t quite believe it. So Jan. 6 was a false flag. Or it was a “fedsurrection.” It couldn’t have really been a violent attempt to overthrow the elected government, because they know these people, or people like them, and they’re mostly good folks. It had to be a mistake, or an exaggeration, or a trick or a few bad apples. The real crime was the stolen election. It’s the combination of anger and joy that makes the MAGA enthusiasm so hard to break but also limits its breadth. [...] The battle and the booze cruise both give MAGA devotees a sense of belonging. They see a country that’s changing around them and they are uncertain about their place in it. But they know they have a place at a Trump rally, surrounded by others — overwhelmingly white, many evangelical — who feel the same way they do. [...] During the Trump years, I’ve received countless email messages from distraught readers that echo a similar theme: My father (or mother or uncle or cousin) is lost to MAGA. They can seem normal, but they’re not, at least not any longer. It’s hard for me to know what to say in response, but one thing is clear: You can’t replace something with nothing. And until we fully understand what that “something” is — and that it includes not only passionate anger but also very real joy and a deep sense of belonging — then our efforts to persuade are doomed to fail.

#maga america #rage and joy #understanding trump's appeal to his base #donald trump #gop #david french #the new york times

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An Era of Power

Part Two

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x Fem!Reader

Summary: The General demands an explanation, and you reveal your ability to the first person in centuries.

Word Count: 1.2K

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The sound of tea pouring breaks through the silence between you both. You’ve never been in the General’s quarters before, but you’re too nervous to fully take in your surroundings. You watch the General as he scoops up a spoon of sugar and drops it into one of the cups. He lifts a brow and glances over at you.

“Sugar?” Your mouth parts, thoroughly confused by his actions. Over the years you’ve learnt not to please rumours surrounding Grisha, but you’ve also heard the stories over the centuries. A Darkling has served the Crown ever since the Black Heretic. General Kirigan’s father had led the Second Army to victory at the Battle of Chernast. You might not believe all the fear mongering done by the Otkazat’sya nobles, but the Kirigan line is one to be feared and respected. So, you nod faintly, and respond with a small,

“Please.” He nods and scoops up more sugar for your tea. The metal tinkles against the porcelain as he stirs both sets of tea. He hands one to you, and you blink at the cup for a moment before taking it in your hands.

The two of you sip on your tea, and the silence returns. The General’s tea is much nicer than the kind they serve in the servant’s quarters. The sharp flavour reminds you of a village near the Shu border that you had lived in around fifty years ago.

“Why weren’t you tested?” He asks you quietly, shattering the silence and breaking you out of your thoughts. The General seems perceptive, and good at seeing through lies. So, you settle on truths and half-truths.

“I grew up in a remote area. I didn’t know what being Grisha was for most of my childhood.”

“What of your parents?”

“I never knew my father. My mother was Otkazat’sya.”

“Siblings?” A shadow passes over your face, and you look down at your tea, studying the amber liquid with a distant look in your eyes.

“My sister was Grisha, but she died when we were young.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” You meet his dark eyes for a moment, startled to find something akin to understanding in them.

“Thank you.” You say in a near whisper.

“When did you discover your power?” Your brow furrows lightly, and you look away as you try to remember.

“I was around eight, I think.”

“Why didn’t you come to stay at the Little Palace? Why work here as a servant?”

“I don’t fit into your Grisha Orders.” You reason. “I might not even be Grisha.” You add quietly, voicing a fear that has lingered in your mind for centuries.

You know you were a Durast before Morozova altered your power. But now? Had he sacrificed your Grisha power, and turned you into something else? Something that makes you different from every other human being in existence? You’ve already spent what feels like an eternity alone. Finding out that you aren’t even Grisha, that you don’t belong with anyone, would be too much to bear.

The General seems to notice your doubt. He sets his own cup down and leans closer to you. At the increase in his proximity, your gaze becomes more focused as you search his expression.

“Do you know what an amplifier is?” He asks you softly. You shake your head. “It is a living creature that a Grisha can use to increase their power. It is done by killing the creature and wearing its bones.”

Your eyes widen with curiosity as you take in his words.

“Creature?” You repeat. He nods, tracing his finger lightly over each of your knuckles. A thrill runs through your body with every brush of his skin against yours.

“Typically an animal native to the country: a bear, a deer, or a tiger.” His thumb smooths over the top of your hand, and your eyes flutter closed for a brief moment. A bold sense of certainty takes hold of you, and you frown at such an intense emotion. “Though there are human amplifiers.”

Your eyes snap open to meet his eyes.

“Human?” You repeat, horror filling your voice. He nods grimly. “But, surely, you don’t have to kill someone to gain that power?”

An emotion you can’t quite catch flickers in his eyes as he takes in your reaction. He shakes his head.

“To gain the power permanently as your own, you would need to kill the person. But skin to skin contact allows the power to be used momentarily. Like now, for instance.”

Confusion flickers in your eyes, and you tilt your head slightly as you look at him, before your gaze drifts down to his fingers curled around your own. Then understanding dawns on you. Your hand slides from his quickly, and you continue to stare down at his hands.

“You’re-“ Your voice falters immediately. He nods, his eyes wide with an almost cautious look, as if he’s waiting for a particular response from you. Whatever he’s waiting for, doesn’t appear to happen, and something softens in his expression.

“If you weren’t Grisha, you wouldn’t feel it. And you do feel it, don’t you?” You swallow hard before you nod.

“Yes.”

He leans back, his elbows resting on the arms of his chair as he looks at you.

“So, what exactly can you do?” He asks. You pause a moment, struggling to find the words that will allow him to understand.

“I can manipulate matter to shift into either a previous or future state.” His brows crease as he mulls over your explanation.

“Give me an example.”

You pick up the teapot. It’s white, with floral patterns along the base and spout, with the Ravkan crest painted in gold leaf at the centre of the design.

“Is this yours?” He frowns before shaking his head.

“It’s on loan from the Grand Palace.”

You hum in acknowledgement, feeling a small flare of satisfaction at what you’re about to do. You watch his expression, before deciding to warn him.

“Don’t panic. I can fix it.” His lips part, ready to ask what you mean. But you’ve already let the porcelain slip from your fingers. It shatters with a crash, scattering sharp pieces across the smooth, polished floor. There was a small remainder of tea left in the pot, and the dark liquid now spills out onto the floor. You risk a look at the General. His eyes darken as he tilts his head, watching your every move as he waits for your justification.

Taking a deep breath, you concentrate on each individual piece as you bring your palms together. Turning your hands in alternating directions, you shift the pieces back into their original place to rebuild the teapot. The tea settles at the bottom of the pot, leaving the floor as clean as it was before your destructive action. You stand, picking up the teapot and setting it back down on the tea tray.

The General’s brows lift, as he observes your work. You sit back down in the chair opposite him, and he regards you with awe. He pauses for a brief moment, before he picks up the teapot gingerly. He turns it around, examining every inch of it, and you suddenly feel nervous. You’ve never shown anyone your power. Not since your mother. His eyes remain on the unblemished porcelain as he speaks,

“I’ll have a room prepared for you, here at the Little Palace.”

“You really don’t need to-“

“You are Grisha. You belong here.” You’ve never dared to hope that you could belong anywhere. The thought of having a room of your own, at the Little Palace, surrounded by your fellow Grisha is almost unfathomable. You nod faintly, a shy smile pulling at your lips.

“Thank you.”

#the darkling #the darkling x reader #the darkling x you #the darkling x y/n #the darkling au #aleksander morozova x reader #aleksander morozova #aleksander kirigan x reader #general kirigan x reader #general kirigan #shadow and bone au #ben barnes #an era of power

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~The Great Transgressor’s Reminiscence~

Vicious’ Short Novel, Part 4

Source: Tales of Crestoria manga volume #4 Translation: Neyla Proofreading: Vicious Cult Discord Server (because we share one vicious brain cell)

[You can read the other parts here.]

“Why… why did this happen…” Sanis ran with all his might, not having the time to look back. He was breathing so heavily that his chest was hurting. Today was supposed to be a nice day. He had been so excited to return to the village and be welcomed by everyone’s smiles. Then, why… Now there was no other option but to run. If he was caught by the Enforcers chasing him, everything would be over.

Taki was a village situated in the mountains, blessed with good climate and water, which was why its agriculture had always been flourishing. Its fruits in particular were really popular, and it was not so rare that they were sold at higher prices to foodies. Sanis, a young man who was born in the village who would turn sixteen this year, also helped cultivate crops as a member of the village. But that day, Sanis' job was to go to a neighboring village. To be more precise, a place that once was a village. “Woah, this is amazing.” Sanis said with joy. Three days prior, a volcano in a distant land erupted, and while there was no direct damage to Taki Village or the neighboring village, the forest beasts became ferocious due to the eruption. The beasts ran wild and attacked people, and as a result, tragedy struck. In that village surrounded by the forest, the ten people living there were all devoured by the beasts. In front of the miserable corpses left by that tragedy, Sanis and the adults that came with him from Taki Village laughed. “That’s a lot.” “With this, we will not have problems this year. We have to be grateful for such luck.” As they spoke, they picked up the bits of human flesh that had been torn off and put them on a cart. In front of Sanis there was the corpse of a mother holding her child protectively. Sanis clasped his hands towards the corpse. "Rest in peace. We'll make good use of you."

Sanis and the others returned to Taki Village and roasted the pieces of meat they had recovered. Then, they took the large amount of remaining ashes and scattered it over the field where they were growing the fruits. “With this, we’ll surely be able to harvest delicious fruits next year too!” When Sanis said that, the adults around him also smiled from ear to ear. The ashes obtained from burning human remains were used as fertilizer by scattering them on the fields. This was an ancient tradition passed down in Taki Village. Though the efficacy was uncertain, the crops grown in Taki Village were renowned for having a good taste and shape, and sell well at high prices. Therefore, not a single person born in Taki Village ever questioned this custom. They believed that the souls of dead people would help the crops grow deliciously. And because they believed in it, everyone continued to protect this secret from being divulged outside the village. But…

That night, Taki Village had been attacked by a large group of Enforcers. An outsider saw the villagers collecting the corpses and using them as fertilizer, and recorded everything with the Vision Orb. For some time, that man had been sniffing for some kind of secret in Taki Village, and recorded the shocking truth. The fruits of Takii Village were famous for their delicious taste, and many people had eaten them. Of course, without knowing that they were eating repulsive food fertilized with human remains. Due to the angry prayers, all the residents of Taki Village were marked with the Stain of Guilt and became transgressors. So a large number of Enforcers came to attack and wipe out the villagers. Men, women, elders, children, everyone. While the friends he was laughing with moments ago were disappearing, Sanis ran for his life. The Stain of Guilt was engraved on the right hand of those who harvested the cursed fruit. “Why… Why?!” Sanis lamented as he fled. He couldn’t understand why they all became transgressors. They were just using human remains. What’s wrong with eating the meat that the beasts killed? Why did the world call it a sin? Sanis couldn’t understand. The fatigue accumulated in his legs, so he couldn't run anymore. When he stopped, he heard a voice. “Sanis! This way!” The one who stretched out her hand was Katie, his childhood friend that lived in a lone village beyond the mountains. She had come to Taki Village to give Sanis the vegetables harvested in her village. Holding Katie’s hand, Sanis ran again. However, Sanis' physical strength had already reached its limit. Sanis’ feet got stuck in the mud, and so he fell down. Katie shielded him. When they looked up, they were surrounded by the Enforcers.

Sanis was so scared that he couldn’t think anymore. But then, a blinding flash filled his vision and a loud sound echoed. Along with the light and sound, the Enforcers were pierced by bullets. “You’re worthless. This what y’all got, bastards?” Vicious insulted them while holding in both hands his two Blood Sin weapons. "Well, fine by me. I haven't eaten anything in three days and I'm worked up. Let's have some fun." Vicious laughed mockingly. Fifteen years had passed since he was born into this world.

#tales of crestoria #Vicious #vicious short novel #neyla tales translation

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nokingsonlyfooles · 1 year

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The Dark Secret of Kung Fu Panda (Part 1)...

... Shifu is kind of a shitty teacher.

But only if you live in the West!

Apparently, you all like Panda analysis, so let's talk about cross-cultural translations, Theravada Buddhism, filial piety, and the ultimate futility of writers trying to impart a specific interpretation to a diverse audience - just to start! Then, I'll come back on Thursday and we can unpack WTF is the deal with that Dragon Scroll.

American movies can pick up a lot of box office cash in China, so they try like hell to stay inoffensive and relevant to Eastern and Western audiences. Often, they fail spectacularly.

But Kung Fu Panda pulled it off! ...With just a little wobble on the dismount.

Chinese audiences have little to complain about when it comes to these guys:

But here in the West, we can't seem to stop coming up with reasons all three of 'em got a raw deal - even the ones who were a little bit genocide-y.

And especially this li'l guy.

Aw, no, look how cute!

People will bend over backwards to defend that cute kid (and sexy adult), to the point of throwing Oogway, Shifu, Po, Tigress, or the whole franchise under a bus.

There are folks out there who are gonna die mad about Tai Lung's lack of a redemption arc and humiliating demise. Like, literally.

To their credit, the Kung Fu Panda team caught this after some early screenings and tried to fix it. Tai Lung's betrayal and attempt to steal the scroll just wasn't enough, so they added a massacre, and every villain after Tai Lung had an impressive kill count woven into their backstory right from the start.

(Not that it necessarily helped, if you happen to look this bad boy up on DeviantArt.)

In a wuxia film, and in Chinese culture in general, betraying your father/teacher, and asking that they betray their father/teacher is more than enough to make a villain. Given that filial piety is the basis of all ethics, as taught by Confucius himself, what went down in the Jade Palace was an attempt to burn society itself to the ground, all because one guy felt entitled to a shiny piece of paper. That is Captain Planet levels of self-destructive evil.

All three movie villains pulled off some violation of this fundamental ethical duty. Tai Lung betrayed his father/teacher. Lord Shen betrayed his parents - and managed to let his teacher go, with sadness and disappointment on both sides. Kai betrayed his adoptive brother - although from his point of view, his brother betrayed him, so he may be the most sympathetic of them through this lens.

The only way to impart this level of wrong across cultures is to add a lot of murdering, and even then it doesn't quite scan. Tai Lung didn't even necessarily kill anyone in the village; cartoons get nervous about the word "die" around these here parts, so they just said he "laid waste." Well, that could mean a lot of things! Does that guy deserve decades of solitary in a hell-prison for (in my mind) doing nothing more than calling out an unfair action and leaving a bad Yelp review of Mr. Ping's noodles?

I can't trust a bird who eats noodles, I don't care how cute his hat is!

So, it's not just that the violation of ethics doesn't carry, the concept of "unfair" crept into a place where it really doesn't belong. Traditionally, it is perfectly acceptable for a Kung Fu Master to be a total piece of shit who motivates his students to learn out of sheer spite and puts them through hell.

Oh, yeah, I remember him. That moustache looks familiar...

If we're coming from a place where we buy that trope and expect it to be played straight, Shifu's mistake was being too nice to Tai Lung. His student's self-esteem was insufficiently crushed! That boy had the nerve to break his own Master's leg! Thank goodness Shifu became a cold, uncaring, emotionally-distant task master - just in time to raise Tigress right!

Yes. Good. Never let on that you're pleased with anything your student does. That'll keep 'em in line!

But a Western audience isn't going to buy that. Shifu just looks like a jerk, and Tigress is a jerk... In fact, all of the Five, save Viper (who is just that nice) seem like jerks, and Oogway is a troll.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did you have something urgent to do? I think blowing out these candles, one-by-one, is rather important too."

Being an utter troll is also a valid way to teach kung fu, and Buddhist practices in general, which is definitely where Oogway is coming from. I peg him as a Theravada Buddhist, due to the way he teaches, and one scene in particular from the third movie.

Enlightenment isn't something you just hand over like a piece of paper, it's something everyone has to find for themself, in their own way. It's not possible to teach Tai Lung or Po self worth, and it's not possible to teach Shifu to lighten up, so the best a smart teacher can do is give them a good nudge, then step back and see what happens.

...Even if that "nudge" requires one to ascend to the Spirit Realm and leave your most stubborn student to clean up his own damn mess.

But there aren't as many Buddhists watching in the West, so what's a writer to do?

Well, they split the difference. Tigress did grow up better than Tai Lung, in accordance with the tropes, but it turns out she's not done learning and growing, and neither is Shifu (or the rest of the Five, but they don't get much of an arc. There are time constraints!). Their arrogance and lack of flexibility render them incapable of working with someone like Po - and they gotta figure out what they're doing wrong fast, 'cos Shifu's other teaching mistake is on his way back! In China, Shifu is learning to be a better teacher. In the West, he's learning to stop being a shitty teacher! And it takes him all three movies to grasp the humility he needs to learn from Po. Tigress, on the other hand, learns to respect Po and soft style by the end of film one.

When Western values are applied, Shifu comes off as a very slow learner, due to his own impatience and inability to slow down. But that's okay. He does learn, he's clearly trying, and we love him anyway.

Well, most of us do. Some of us can't get over that cute, fluffy little leopard, and we don't buy the (admittedly imperfect) attempt to make this story intelligible across cultures. These folks tend to focus their ire, much like Tai Lung himself, on that useless piece of paper the troll stuffed in a temple like it was something important, and the jerk led Tai Lung to believe was rightfully his. Why can't the boy just have his useless piece of paper, huh?

Well, I'll come back later and I'll tell ya.

#kung fu panda #po #shifu #oogway #tai lung #buddhism #cross cultural translation #stories #confucianism #villains

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cornertheculprit · 1 year

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Mia: ...Phoenix.

Phoenix: Mia...! Umm... H-How is Maya doing!?

Mia: Physically, I'm not worried. She'll recover completely. But emotionally, she's been hurt very badly by this case.

Phoenix: I-I see... ...! You don't mean...! She's learned who Elise Deauxnim really was?

Mia: ...Yes. I went to the medical office and talked with her. I told her everything I knew.

Phoenix: ...But why?

Mia: Maya is stronger than you think... I knew she could take it... All of it.

i was thinking about this exchange and specifically mia's line of "maya is stronger than you think" and it kind of got me wondering if it was a moment where mia actually kind of misjudged phoenix's feelings on the matter. because phoenix DOES think maya is strong! even if he doesn't admit it out loud (because he's a moron):

Maya: ...And then you look at me, and, well... I'm the daughter of the Master, but I'm still just a little girl. And on top of that, I'm the suspect in a murder trial.

Phoenix: (Um... But I think you're really strong too, Maya, for all you've gone through...)

it may just be how i was reading it but phoenix asking "but why?" was not a question of whether maya was strong enough to take it but rather a question of "she's physically and mentally exhausted and we just saw her collapse on the ground from channeling dahlia's spirit for so long. why would you tell her that the person she saw get murdered right in front of her was her mother NOW." and yes i do think part of it was because phoenix wanted to hide it from her for a little while longer because he wants to protect her and hiding things is his go-to for pretty much everything but it was never a matter of him not thinking she's strong enough to take in the information. and yknow i think something else to factor into this is that in recent years phoenix has spent much much more time around maya than mia has. because mia's dead obviously i know that but also even before that...at the beginning of turnabout sisters one of the things maya mentions right off the bat is that mia hadn't called in a while. she was getting more and more distant. and meanwhile maya has been hanging around phoenix for almost three years now and spent the seven months between aa2 and aa3 staying with him instead of living in kurain village. even all the way back in aa1 it was to phoenix that maya admitted the heartbreaking thought that she wished she'd never woken up from being tased at all. and it's interesting to me how it seems like in this instance mia looks at maya and sees the strong little sister she left behind who can take anything the world throws at her and phoenix looks at maya and sees his best friend who CAN take anything the world throws at her but who has already been through so much and who he doesn't want to see suffer anymore. because he saw her crying in the detention center more than once he saw her admit she never wanted to see a knife again after 2-2 he saw her in the aftermath of morgan's betrayal and in the aftermath of the engarde trial and everything else. and the different perspectives they seem to have really do affect how they treat her.

#and don't get me wrong here! i'm not saying that mia somehow loves maya less or something. absolutely not #but i think her perspective IS a bit more skewed. because there's just so much distance between them #first the distance that mia herself put between them on purpose so they wouldn't end up like misty and morgan. and then #the distance that comes from mia obviously being dead.#like of course maya can handle it. there was never any question of that. the question is was that REALLY the best time to be dropping it on #maya like a damn bomb.

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kenziedrawz · 8 months

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Thought up an au for the emu forth fous cards, not exactly sure what to call the set, but I'm leaning towards calling it the 'RPG town set'.

So, we begin from the viewpoint that this au is a video game. From the beginning, you think you'll follow Tsukasa's journey with the white knights.. which is absolutely false.

What ACTUALLY happens, is that Tsukasa gets 'released'(Forced to retire VERY early) due to an injury(not sure what the injury will be, it'll either be comedic or a bit serious, but not too serious) He gets taken to a... pretty much run-down village with barely any villagers and inherits the restaurant house of a deceased distant uncle. So yeah, it sucks.

The way the au works is kinda like some kind of management simulator. Basically, you run a restaurant and work on building the town after you promise the orphanage caretaker(Luka) to do so. There is a story, but the au mostly focuses on building the town for a while.

Along the way, you meet some curious folk, let's get into them, shall we?

Luka - The caretaker of the local orphanage. You(Tsukasa) meet her after deciding to wander the town. She tells you that the town used to be pretty lively, but everyone left after an event called 'the tragedy'. You promise Luka that you'll make this town the best town that the kingdom, no, that the world has ever seen!

Meiko - A traveling merchant, the town mayor's former wife. She is an adventurous spirit and can't stand the idea of staying in one place for too long. She sells things not often found in the markets, and she frequently comes to the town, coming every Sunday. It's unknown how she gets around so quickly, one day she could be in one kingdom, and the next she's in a completely different one!

Kaito - The town mayor, divorced, becomes Tsukasa's father figure. used to be in a secret operation of knights before he met Meiko and settled down. Due to a difference in desire, Kaito and Meiko divorced a year after they were married. As Kaito wanted to stay put while Meiko wanted to travel.

Nene Kusanagi - A witch and a regular at your restaurant(eventually). She's part water nymph and normally hangs around in the forest to practice her singing. You stumble upon her one day while foraging and end up asking(begging) her to come to the restaurant. She eventually gets dragged along by her Adventurer friend and ends up enjoying the food, she always comes on Wednesdays.

Emu Otori - Nene's adventurer friend. She adventures from kingdom to kingdom and is apart of the Otori trading guild. You can trade with her for rare items that she finds on her adventures, she mostly accepts food though.

Rui Kamishiro - An Archeologist and Alchemist. You meet him in the forest and take him home after he collapses in front of you. Rui is an odd fellow, he lives in the forest(? maybe he does, Tsukasa isn't sure) and is a bit of a weirdo. He seems to have an obsessive curiosity with gemstones, so much so that he'll go to any length to acquire them. Sometimes he gives these gems to you as 'gifts' or rent, as you let him stay with you while he recovers. You insist that he doesn't need to pay you back, but he insists for some odd reason.

Miku - A religious figure in the town square, she is a statue atop the central water fountain. On your first day in the town when you passed by the fountain you received a small, star-shaped and clear gemstone. Did Miku give it too you?

That's all I have for now, as I am getting eepy and need rest. I'll try to fit in a few characters outside of wxs the WD trio. Until next time :thumbsup:

#pjsk #project sekai #pjsk au #pjsekai #colorful stage #proseka #rui kamishiro #tsukasa tenma #ruikasa #tagging ruikasa because yes this is a ruikasa au #emu ootori #nene kusanagi #megurine luka #meiko vocaloid #kaito vocaloid #hatsune miku #hehe sillies #anyways PLEASE ask me about this au i am BEGGING YOU-

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