#also ive tried to post this like 6 times over the last week so if it doesnt show up in the tags this time i might cry đ
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This should be Week 9 of Daily Dragons! Apologies for the delay on updating this but I've been incredibly busy and stressed due to moving. And while things haven't settled down per say I am no longer on a time limit to move out so hopefully I can have the ball rolling on the daily dragon challenge a little better!
As always you can follow me on twitter where theyâre posted daily
And read more info on each of them below the cut
Daily Dragon #56 - Fygar
Another cute, arcade dragon! Fygar was always one I was gonna do eventually, and I didn't have a huge oomph to draw tonight so I figured this was a perfect opportunity for a simple one! Tried to do a new take on it inspired by a few different designs :)
i know ive been posting these all so late into the evening, apologies, im all over the place lately lmao also, am i nuts or didn't there used to be grey fygar? i couldn't find ANY sprites of them so I guess I made it up. Oh well
Daily Dragon #57 - Percipitar
A mollusc-like dragon that swims through rivers and ponds, slurping up water to bulk up its pouches, then turns that water into clouds for fighting and hunting! Their shell is very hard, but the yellow flesh is VERY soft and gooey.
Since the last few were all redraws / fanart, I really wanted to make a brand new one today! Originally this was gonna be a poison mist spewing dragon, but I couldn't decide on a color/effect for the poison. And I eventually thought just regular water and mist powers were a little more interesting because we've already had a few poisonous dragons or dragons that spew stuff that has effects on enemies. Note to self, stop making dragons that produce some kind of toxic or mist???
Just for fun and some background because I have it here, this is the unfinished version of the picture when I was making it poisonous instead. I changed it at the last possible moment lol
Daily Dragon #58 - Mega Charizard Z
"Its head splits into 3 to become a menacing Hydra. While its brain power is divided in this form, its fire power becomes multiplied!" Not sure what type I'd make it? Maybe Fire/Fairy or Fire/Electric or something idk
Also I already have ideas on how I would maybe tackle this design a little differently so, maybe we'll see Mega Charizard Z 2 in the future
Daily Dragon #59 - Feral Cave Dragon
My brother found some ANCIENT art of mine in an old book tonight, so of course I had to redraw all the characters on it!
This is, as I'm sure you can tell, an old bookmark! From back when I used to read... Horrifying times! My brother said he found it in a book I was reading around 2011 or so?
Daily Dragon #60 - Dragon Girl Green
This fun little dragon is February's most popular dragon as decided by vote!! That means she gets new art! Soaring through the sky and flying by some migrating birds! Seems like she's having a magical day~
My personal favorite from February? There were a LOT of dragons I actually really liked. But ultimately I'm just really smitten with Percipitar! Been a rough month! March is gonna be rough too but we will get through it! Thank you all so much for your continued support!
That means there's like... 305 days left? 306 cause of leap year??? Roughly 300
In case you're curious about the votes:
Dragon Girl Green - 6 votes
Three Frilled Clovradon - 1 vote
Percipitar - 2 votes
Howl Gravwyrm - 1 vote
Shellizard - 2 votes
Succubusaur - 1 vote
Shelldrogon - 1 vote
Dragostein - 1 vote
Floofizard - 1 vote
Neck Lizard - 1 vote
Daily Dragon #61 - Rawrnosaur
A large, feral dragon with some odd properties. It has chameleon-like eyes, salamander-like skin, gecko-like tail, and a long lizard-like tongue. They're often found in places with more humid climates and eat tons of food constantly!
This is yet another redraw of an INCREDIBLY old monster of mine! This one is even older than the Feral Cave Dragon (which I found out is from 2011-ish) as this would've probably been before I was even in Kindergarten. Crazy stuff!
The original was found while we were helping my grandma clean her house, which is cute. Some things never change, I've been a reptile fan for life! I'm actually SO happy with how this redesign came out. I might have to go through and color it in later!
Daily Dragon #62 - Mountain Dragon
This dragon lives high on mountain tops, where it makes its lair. It rarely comes down to ground level, only occasionally to find shiny things to add to its horde or when food on the mountain becomes scarce. As such, they're a bit rare.
Been having a stressful week, so I haven't been having a lot of original ideas for dragons. So this is another redraw. This dragon from 2023 was just called "random dragon" in my files. So there wasn't much to work with aha
#dragon#dragons#dig-dug#digdug#fygar#pokemon#mega evolution#mega charizard#creature design#character design#monster design#my stuff#oc#fanart#fan oc
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Day 12
This is honestly more or less a shitting on apex post. I apologies, but srsly. My time in Saigon has been so enjoyable, I really love this city and most of the experiences I have had, but the organization and communication style implemented by apex is making this less fun! Im in a bad mood, and had a bad day. Hereâs the play by play:
I feel like the zoom mediation class today really set my day up for failure. Ive been practicing mediation on and off for over half my lifeâ at this point Im pretty particular about what I like, and have tried out a lot of different styles to figure out what I enjoy and what works for me. This zoom meditation class lead by some man in southern California really was more of an hour long lecture of this dude talking about how he used to be depressed but now he isnt, and maybe 15 min of mediation max. I was all about work, like work like jobs, like capitalist meditation. When he said the phrase âhiring managers read your energy bodyâ I knew I had heard enough. Which was kinda for the best, because I started looking at my email and noticed two had just come in from apex! One contained information that said the pottery class on my sched started at 9am not 10am. I had been preped to get there at 10, and at the time I was reading that email, it was already after 9am. I called the studio and they said I could still attend, though I did miss an hour of workshop time. Also, once I got there they said the ceramics wont be ready for 2 weeks. In 2 weeks I wont be here anymore. Why wouldnât yall schedule this class earlier in my schedule? Also it was noted in my sched that the class would cost 40000 VND, but it was really 400000 VND.
I also got an email from apex that I was RSVPd for a tech company business mixer. I hadnât noticed it on my schedule because it was set for the wrong time, the event was probably entered in EST, so it was coming up on friday instead of thursday and was kinda hidden by the other long event on my friday sched. This email was my first time hearing about it, and since I was already reeling from the meditation class and time change to pottery I was like wtfffff.
Like what type of weird ass shit is that? Send someone with no tech experience to an even that is intended for people working in tech and living in Vietnam? Its just like why send me to crash their party? I donât really understand, there are so many other places I could talk to strangers without being so out of place, like out of place in a way that kinda feels disrespectful and disruptive to the event. I dont mind being out of place or having to talk to stagers, but it just feels rude to show up to an event I rly have no business being at. Since the story slam, anything that comes off eventbrite I am very skeptical of.
Idk why nearly everything on the schedule feels like its made out to be a riddle. The times are wrong, the addresses are wrong. I can never just do what the calendar says and expect it to work out seamlessly. I feel like I spend so much troubleshooting shit that should already be taken care of.
Also I still havnt been reimbursed for this plane ticket?! Even though I sent the necessary info twice, and it says in a number of places that I can request reimbursement whenever id like. Similarly, the agreement I signed notes 45 days will be given in advance to get a visa if necessary, I was given 6 six businesses days notice. Like all of this is just causes what feels like /unnecessary/ stress, unless that feeling is all part of the program too? Im trying to just learn a lesson in loosing control.
Anyway, I went a little rouge today and didnt go to capoeira. I was emotionally exhausted, and my ankle is a little weird and clicky from walking so much. This is the first activity ive skipped-- I probably wouldnt have skipped it if I didnt already do the class last week, but knowing how intense it was, and how bad I felt, it was the right decision for me today. I cant wait for this upcoming day off. Two weeks non-stop is starting to get to me.
I went to a later screening of the movie since my evening was free, and wow, another movie centered around a traumatic pregnancy experience. The main character miscarried during a robbery at 6 months. I watched the trailer this time to avoid this type of thing, but it didnt reveal that plot point. actually the whole movie was actually about really toxic abusive relationships, but the trailer made it seem like a comedy. Anyway this was less fucked up than the abortion horror movie, but still fucked up. okay, but also the main character did ceramics, and i did a ceramics class this morning...was that planned? how curated are these days? I think this trip is the only time I have ever been in a movie theater without a friend or companion. Watching movies alone is totally new for me, just like how ive literally never used a pottery wheel before today. Also mark making scares me so painting the ceramic bowl I made was notably difficult for me. I am incredibly grateful for these experiences despite everything i just vented about.
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Medical/Life Update
Sup duders so I haven't posted a ton of personal info here in awhile but the past 6 months have been wild. Starting in December 2021 I've had a fluctuating rash on my arms, legs, and trunk that at first I thought was an allergic reaction, hence my post about having the worst "hives" ever on Christmas. After an emergency room trip on New Years Eve and month of phone tag I finally got referred to a rheumatologist in February and diagnosed with Henoch-Schonlein Purpura (HSP) also known as IgA vasculitis. Which is an autoimmune disease more common in children but super rare in adults where the blood vessels in your skin and internal organs/joints become inflamed. Usually it goes away in a few months and leaves no lasting effects which is good.
Except now it's June and it hasn't gone away. In fact, at my last rheumatology appointment 2 weeks ago they said my inflammation markers in my blood have started going up again instead of down so we may need to move on to more intense treatment. For the past few months I've been taking a steroid (prednisone) and an immunosuppressant (mycophenolate) to hopefully counteract my dumb immune system, which has made my flare ups less intense than they were in Dec-Feb pre treatment. But even as they've increased the immunosuppressant my skin has not been totally clear in over six months and every time I so much as step outside my apartment, walk around too much, or wear tight clothing I have massive flare ups. The rash itself is not painful but with friction around my feet and thighs it starts to burn and itch which is no fun at all. And unfortunately having this disease for this long could be bad news for the rest of my organs, which thankfully so far have shown up fine in tests.
So basically at my last rheumatology appointment I was put on the max dose of the mycophenolate with the idea that if this doesn't work we will have to move on to different treatment. There are two options if this happens: a similar immunosuppressant called methotrexate that would basically work like the mycophenolate but maybe magically would do better, or a strong iv infusion called rituximab. Now I have been through my share of weird medical shit but the one thing that still terrifies me is an iv. One of the worst experiences of my life was being hospitalized for a week stuck to an iv in 2012 and the whole time it felt like my arm was being broken. I've always been afraid of needles and in fact my first blood draw at the rheumatologist in Feb I fainted and threw up so now I'm famous with the phlebotomists. So just hearing iv I started to panic a little.
Then the doctor went on to describe the procedure being similar to chemotherapy/biotherapy and included the fun fact of a small risk of deadly anaphylactic shock. I ended up having a full panic attack and sitting on the floor of the office next to an open window while my lovely boyfriend fanned me and got me to drink some water. The doctor kept apologizing for freaking me out but I was just apologizing back like "I have an anxiety disorder it's fine not your fault".
So yeah I go back in on July 12th to see how the max dose and potential last hurrah of my og immunosuppressant works out and meanwhile I am firmly camped in my apartment trying desperately to avoid any flare triggers. I have a spreadsheet now where I rate the rash on each area of my body cause ya girl loves data. My boyfriend Sam has been absolutely wonderful taking care of me throughout this, running urine samples back and forth to the hospital when they kept scheduling my appointments a month apart exactly in line with my period. I am so glad this happened after we moved in together rather than before so I don't have to do this alone or move back in with my parents. My family has tried to understand what's going on but I think only recently started seeing the severity. They've at least stopped trying to guilt me into coming over. Being immunocompromised during a pandemic wasn't enough for them I guess, but minimizing flares so I don't have to do hours of ivs worked. Now we wait.
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Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more - 1
Post-Episode: s06e06 How the Ghosts Stole Christmas
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5
Part of the Scully is a human Series
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Mulder watched her as she giddily unwrapped her present, and unwrapped his. He let the paper fall, it was an VHS. He took it out of the box and read the label. Scully had stopped unwrapping her gift to watch his face as he read the inscription. It was labeled in Scullyâs neat lettering.
August 2, 1972
NYY v BRS
Full Doubleheader
âI think thats the right one. I asked Gerry from communications if he could track down the original broadcast but he had no luck. Then I asked the Lone Gunmen, they found it in about fifteen minutes.â
His hand was over his mouth and he was blinking.
âThat sounds about right for a government salary.â He said quietly, transfixed, staring down at the tape.
He was transported to two places at once in his head. A car with her two years ago and Fenway Park in 1972 with his dad. It had been a small comment during a long drive with her.Â
âWhy do you like baseball so much Mulder?â She had asked as they drove through Virginia on the way to a wildlife refuge near the outer banks. There had been reports of a swamp monster that had turned out to be a wild horse entangled in orange safety fencing. Heâd been talking about the latest Mets verses Nationals game.
âIts a spiritual experience"
"Like Elvis." Scully said sarcastic
" You don't believe me, but I can tell you about the best game Ive ever been to, it might change your mind.â He glanced at her and she seemed interested so he continued.
âIâve been a mets fan since I was a kid. My father was a staunch Red Sox fan and I loved to watch him boil in anger whenever I cheered a NY team. But they were the underdogs and I loved an underdog."
She laughed at this revelation. Â "Of course you do."
"So back in '86 the Mets at the end of dramatic season of bar brawls, a stampede at Shea stadium which turned the field to mush, a comeback from 3-0 to win a nearly five hour game, and a recorded rap single anthem for the ages, were making their first world series appearance since 1973.
âThe year your sister was taken?â
âYeah.â He nodded âAnd get this, they were playing the Boston Red Socks. I had to go for posterities sake, to tell my grandchildren I was there. I had to go see my team beat my fathers. So I made my way up to Shea stadium in time for the 6th game.
But they were losing. Bad. Everyone knew the red socks would win by the top of 10th inning. Mets down by three, the clubhouse was being decked out and filled with champagne. If Boston won the game theyâd win the world series. Even the scoreboard had flashed CONGRATULATIONS RED SOX! accidentally as the Mets stepped up to bat.
But then Carter, and rookie Mitchell, and Knight came through with singles. As batters came and struck out, Carter ran home, then Mitchell, and the Mets were tied. The NY crowd was screaming so loud, no one, including the guys on the field could hear themselves talking.
Then Wilson hit a ground ball, the first baseman tried in vain to get it and it rolled between his legs. Knight was able to round third and score 6-5 and the Mets⌠won.Â
Keeping them in the world series for a tie breaking 7th game which they also fought a comeback from to win the world series.
Its generally regarded as one of the greatest games in baseball history, and I was there, watching my team, who hadnât won a world series since the 60âs.
âDid your dad go with you?â Sheâd asked.
âNo, we hadnât been to a game together since I was 11. Before⌠everything with my sister. A full double header, his beloved Red socks against the Yankees, in the sweltering August heat. I got a sunburn that lasted a week. Of course I rooted for the yankees. We got heckled by the home crowd and he stood up for me, yelled at them to leave me alone, even though he hated my penchant for NY teams. That was the second best game Ive ever been to.â He shrugged âI guess thats part of the reason I like it so much.â Scully had watched him searching his face for a bit after this.Â
He was lost in thought remembering sitting with his dad sharing hotdogs and soda. Jumping up and down with everyone when the Red Socks had won the second game, because he wanted to be a part of the fervour. The happiness on his dads face. That had all gone after Samantha had gone.Â
âââ
âMulder?â She put a hand on his arm and it brought him out of his reprieve.Â
He looked up at her and wrapped his arms around her in a bear hug.Â
âI cant believe you remembered thatâ He said releasing her. âThank you Scullyâ
âYouâre welcome Mulderâ she was searching his face in concern.
âOpen yoursâ he said, she still held her half unwrapped gift.
She opened it and said âoh, Mulderâ It was two jars one honey and one bee pollen from a farm in Annapolis. âThank youâ she leaned into him and wrapped her arms around his torso.
âI know a guy named Barry and he makes his own honey near where you grew up in Maryland, among other things I shouldnât divulge.â She raised her eyebrow and gave him a skeptical look âI figured you can mix the honey in with the bee pollen so it tastes better.â
Scully laughed. His heart leapt, he loved to hear her laugh.Â
âOh wow Mulder, how did we both know to get things from our childhoods?â
âWell I donât know if you know this Scully but weâre often very in tune with each other.â He said in a sarcastic tone.Â
âEven in our delusions apparently.â She said âHow many people do you think are buried under those floor boards?â
âIm not sure but Im planning to go back after Christmas to check, in the daylight.âÂ
She raised her eyebrows looking skeptical, then said âCan I come?âÂ
He laughed, âYouâre not worried weâll end up shooting each other?â
âWell Mulder that was all in our heads⌠I thinkâŚâ She looked confused
âBut you want to come pry floorboards up with me?â
âWell, it would be nice to have physical proof that that couple isn't really under there⌠but if you donât think I need to be thereâŚâ she looked down at her gift.
âNo, of course you can come, youâre always invited.â Mulder said brushing his hand on her thigh to catch her attention.
She looked at him and smiled. "I at least want to bring a carbon Monoxide detector and see if we weren't being poisoned."
âââ
She looked out the window at the hint of deep blue dawn and checked her watch âOh I have to go!â
âRight youâve gotta go unwrap presents.â Mulder said his heart dropping in disappointment.
âYes.â She took his hand as she stood in front of him looking down.
He met her eyes.
âWill you⌠will you come to dinner later?â
âI donât think your brother would wantâŚâ
âDonât worry about him, besides my mom said if I wanted to invite you sheâd be happy to have you.â She wriggled his hand blushing a bit at divulging something so personal.Â
âWhen did she say that?â He said genuinely curious
âAfter I was abducted. When I came back. She said you have a standing invitation whenever I wanted.â
Mulder smiled.
âCome on, I promise you fun and probably charades.â
He shook his head âOkay, but I donât know about the charades.â
âReally? Youâll come?â She smiled
âYeahâ he said standing up and following her to the door.Â
âWhat should I bring?â
âJust you, or whiskey for the whiskey bar.â
âHow Irishâ Mulder said jovially.Â
Scully smiled â4:00 pm, you know the address to my moms.â she said.
âYesâ
They reached the door.
She stood on her tip toes and leaned over to kiss his cheek. âThank you for my giftâ.Â
âYou're welcome.â He grabbed her hand as she turned âThank you for mine. Really.â
She smiled at him and slipped out the door. Mulder touched the place she had kissed. He put the tape in the VCR, sat on the couch, and pressed play.
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why are you such a fucking bitch. fuck you with your fucking 'i dont give a fuck that you got rightfully mad that some teenage brat is calling your existence a joke so you called him a brat for, yknow, BEING A BRAT'. why the fuck do i always have to be the bigger person. im sick of being the bigger person.
im on my last strings with this group idefc man. if i get demoted or smthn like this happens one more time. i dont even care ill just leave. what the fuck is one more restart on my pile of dozens. these people are barely close to me anyway. not like theyll fucking care. and itll just end up being one more group of people who hate me in the end. not unusual.
im only really friends with like, one or two of them, but also not really. when was the last time we played a game together, VCd together, any of that? its been forever. i could join the vc anytime but theyre always playing shit idc about and talking about shit idc about. why cant i ever be what i care about. why not ask to play the game they know i love. even just for an hour or two.
i know im always forcing others to prove they care about me without me even telling them thats what im doing but like... they dont really prove it much. theyll hit me up if i go silent and then i come back and the cycle repeats
its always like this. why cant i just find the place where i truly connect with people and everything is just fine. why is it always something.
all i wanna fucking do is play minecraft and talk about whatever dorky kids show/movie im obsessing over this time. why is that so hard.
maybe its me, but like, im literally so fucking chill if people arent being stupid, but they get stupid so much.
at this point im fucking holding back from leaving that server. a year and a half down the drain just like that. its always a year and a half or less. i guess i just cant handle long term relationships.
my only real friend is a fucking stuffed animal. i think if i got one wish in this world, id be selfish and wish she were real. just the way i imagine her and everything. why should anyone else get my wish when all of them disappoint and hurt me time and time again. she would never hurt me.
maybe im just destined to be alone. too bad for that destiny that i desperately grasp onto what little connection i hold to humanity left.
maybe i do need to go to a mental hospital finally. ill give it a week before i make that choice. i need to at least get my new glasses in 6 days anyway.
i just feel my brain deteriorating and i cant do much about that i think.
ill just suffer like always.
i dont care if im being selfish. i think ive earned it after a lifetime of never getting what i want. what i truly want.
cause instead i was born into a family of people i wouldnt otherwise interact with ever, in a town full of people that never cared about me, especially not the way i tried to care about them, in a body thats not mine. in a life thats not mine.
i feel as if i were misplaced at birth. misplaced nonphysically. like i was meant to be somewhere else, somewhere right, and something went wrong. and the universe just never corrected itself. it left me here.
there wasnt a point to this post. im just sick of feeling all these things and having nowhere to say them. i cant let people i know hear me say shit like this. its not like theyd listen anyway.
i wish i wasnt broke so i could get a stupid fucking therapist already. i wish preventing myself from wanting to die and hate myself and hate the world wasnt so unaffordable.
anyway haha mental illness moment woahagagahshhhaoahah so funni wild wowza woooo
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If Only She Knew
pairing: dad!harry x cheerleader!reader
word count: 4.2k
warnings: smut (fingering + unprotected sex), cheerleading position implies readers weight, 20 year age gap
hi! ive been having some really bad writers block but i wrote this and even though its def not my best work i like it enough to post it :) also, i totally didn't mean to imply the readers weight, i only realized afterwards, so im really sorry about that. also the age gap is kinda big, so if ur uncomfy with that you shouldn't read this <3
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âGeez watch where youâre going!â
You donât even look up at the girl, recognizing her nasally voice easily from how annoying it is. You were nose deep in a book while walking down the school hallway, and of course your worst enemy had to be walking down the same hallway, at the same time, in the opposite direction. You are both at fault for the collision, considering Ella had her eyes locked on her instagram feed. But knowing the girl, there is no way in hell that she will take any responsibility, even though you are the one who has coffee dripping down the front of your white blouse.
Since middle school, Ella Styles has always hated you. You have never known why, but she seems to have a vendetta against you, and tries her best to make your life miserable. You never let her, always refraining from giving her the explosive reaction that she was looking for. And that makes her hate you even more.
High school is over in 2 months, and although you are going to miss the freedom of being a child, you most definitely wonât miss the people from the tiny town youâve lived in since you were young. Youâve always been the type of person to have a small friend group, only 4 people in your circle. But thatâs how you like it, because crippling social anxiety makes it difficult for you to meet new people.
âI- sorry.â You still donât look at her, instead peeling the soaking wet top off of your stomach.
âYou better be sorry.â She flips her blonde hair, ensuring that the fluffy locks hit you right in the face. You are lucky this time seeing as she didnât take it further, because sometimes she would purposely embarrass you after small incidents such as this one.
Tears well at your waterline and you run into the nearest bathroom, pushing open the blue door and locking yourself in a stall.
After all these years of torment, Ella rarely was able to get to you. But sometimes, she does something that pushes you off the edge, leaving you with red, tear-stained cheeks. The final straw this time was her ruining your brand new shirt, the one you were anxiously waiting to debut at school.
But now there was coffee dripping down your chest and staining the bright white fabric. Your only saving grace is the cheerleading uniform in your backpack. In fact, you were walking to the locker room to change for practice, and then for the game at 6 tonight.
You had been excited for the game, knowing that Friday night games always led to parties and fun afterwards. You rarely go to parties of course, but the buzzing energy never fails to rub off on you. But now that stupid Ella had to go and mess up your day, youâre dreading seeing her smug face while she asserts her dominance as cheer captain.
You untie your top and rip it off in a haste, frustrated tears running down your face periodically. You couldâve put a jacket on and gone to the locker room, but Ella would be going there soon, and the last thing you want to do is run into her with teary eyes. She canât know that you let her get to you.
You brush your hands down your uniform, pulling down the skimpy costume and stuffing your old clothes in your backpack. Once out of the stall, you pull your hair up into a high ponytail, reapply your lip gloss and walk back into the hallway, having already done your makeup that morning. Youâre happy that itâs a home game today, because the home game uniforms are two pieces and the skirts are smaller than the ones on the away game uniforms. There is a certain someone you are looking to impress, and the way your tits spill out from the top of the outfit will most certainly help you in your mission.
Itâs not like you need to impress him, because heâs shown time and time again that he finds you sexy no matter what you wear. And when he doesnât tell you, he shows you, by pressing his hard on up against your ass after you just woke up, despite your messy hair and bare face.
However, he also loves when you tease him. And thatâs exactly what youâre planning to do.
You sling your heavy backpack over one shoulder and trudge down the hallway, the old fluorescent lights practically blinding you on your journey. The locker room is dingy, smelling of cheap soap and Victoriaâs Secret perfume. At least it doesnât smell like the boys locker room, which smells like sweat and more sweat.
It's already bustling with people, your teammates scrambling to get ready in time as to not get yelled at by the coach.
âY/N!â The familiar shout of your best friend Rose is like a breath of fresh air, and you bound over to her. Sheâs standing in front of your lockers, the two of you obviously picking ones next to each other. âWait, why are you already changed?â
âThe bitch spilled her coffee all over me,â you grumbled, your eyes shifting over to where Ella and her little goons are giggling.
âI keep telling you, anytime you want me to beat her up I will gladly do it.â
âNot that I doubt your abilities Rose, because I know you would have her on the ground in a heartbeat, but I canât let you do that. She canât know that she upsets me.â You lower your voice for the second sentence, irrationally fearing that she can hear you over the loud chatter echoing through the room.
âI still think you should let me beat her up, but you do you I guess.â Rose shrugged her shoulders and turned back to her locker, bursting out into laughter with you after a beat of silence.
The rest of the getting ready process goes smoothly, Rose distracting you from the girl side-eyeing you in the corner. Soon enough, the whole squad was in formation outside, and you have your hands on the shoulders of Rose and another girl named Bethany. You are a flyer, meaning that youâre the one who the bases support while you pose and flip in the air. Its a hard job, but you are one of only three girls on the team who is advanced enough at flying to be safe doing it in routines. One of the other three girls is Ella.
Ella is the flyer for the middle group, seeing as she is the captain. You are on the right and the other group is on the left. Luckily, Rose is a base in your group, so you feel a lot better putting your safety in the hands of someone you already trust with your life.
âELLA! YOUâRE DOING IT WRONG!â Coach Habbiths voice is piercing, her angry shrieks bouncing off your ear drums. Ella audibly huffs, displaying her frustration with the critiques she has been receiving since we learned the routine weeks ago. Thatâs one of the biggest problems with Ella, she believes that she's always right.
Every single practice she has done a needle instead of a scale at the end of the routine. It's aggravating for everyone, and that frustration is amplified everytime she makes the same mistake over and over. âAlright, everyone down. group 1 and group 3 take five, Ella and group 2 stay on the field.
The team obliged to her instructions, and you are brought down from the air.
âOkay Ella, I want you to watch how Y/N does the last move, because sheâs actually doing it correctly.â Coach is standing in front of you now, and she emphasized the word âcorrectlyâ. This is much to Ellaâs dismay, and much to your excitement.
Nothing brings you more joy than seeing Ellaâs face when you one up her, and this time is no exception.
Aside from a few eye rolls and nasty looks, Ella corrects the move without much fuss. By now there's 15 minutes until the game, and the players have been warming up on the field for about half an hour.
âDid you see her face!â Rose tugs on your arm while you walk back to the locker room, water bottles in hand.
âI know! I shouldâve taken a picture!â
âWe can only hope that it knocked her ego down a peg.â
âI doubt itâ Rose nodded in agreement and you continued your chatter, talking about the random things that best friends talk about.
âItâs go time ladies!â You jumped in surprise when Coach Habbiths yelling booms through the locker room, the hefty amount of metal in the room enhancing the echo.
In a blur, your entire team rushed out onto the field, the crisp air cooling your warmed skin. There was a huge crowd. probably the biggest the teams ever had. But that makes sense, because this game was against your school's biggest rival. Luckily, despite the huge crowd you were able to lock eyes with those piercing green irises you have gotten to know so well over the past couple months. Everytime you see him he gets more and more attractive, and this time is no exception.
At this point, the teams routine is muscle memory and youâre done with it before you can blink. Most people would think that being thrown in the air is memorable, but your main concern is the growing wet patch on your panties that spreads each time you squeeze your thighs together. Just the thought of the man is enough to turn you on, and now that youâre sitting on the cold metal bench your imagination has time to go wild.
The only thing that snapped you out of your daze was the eruption of appaulause from the audience, and the realization that the other cheerleaders were standing up and running towards the players. You breath out a sigh of relief, recognizing the cheering as a signal that the game has ended.
âHey, you coming?â Rose tugs on your arm, looking down at you still on the bench.
âUm, actually I donât feel so well, I think Iâm going to go home.â
âI shouldâve known. You know, one day youâre going to have to go to a party.â Rose places her hands on her hips, giving you a sarcastically annoyed stare.
âAnd today is not that day.â You grab your backpack and sling it over your shoulder, turning back to Rose for a second. âHave fun and be safe.â
âI always do.â Rose places a chaste kiss on your cheek before turning back to the gathering crowd on the turf.
Instead of heading to the sidewalk and walking home, you duck under the bleachers and walk down the gravel path, pushing open the fence that separates the field and the school. The contents of your backpack slosh around while you sway your hips as you walk. Finally, you make it to the back wall of the school, leaning your back against it and plopping your heavy backpack down by your feet.
And now you wait.
Much to your convenience, the wait this time isnât long, only five minutes passing before you see the familiar man following the same path you did earlier.
He has a pair of brown slacks on, pressing against his waist courtesy of his black belt. A button up white shirt hides the tattoos on his stomach, but he's rolling up his sleeves as he walks over to you. He's walking with intention, hungry eyes zeroed in on you.
When heâs only steps away, you cheekily bite your lip and use your finger to push up your skirt a little bit more.
Your actions have the intended effect, his eyes blowing wide and hands grasping at your waist.
âYâcanât do that.â
Before you have a chance to ask what he means, his lips collide with yours, his tongue slipping in only moments after the initial kiss. But as soon as he started, he pulls away.
âYâcanât be teasing me on the field like thaâ, had me hard next tâmy friends.â His hand is on the wall above your head, and his other arm is wrapped around your waist pulling you into his chest. Heâs panting, and you are too.
âSorry Mr. Styles,â you push your bottom lip out in a pout, giving him the most innocent look possible. âJust wanted to wear it cause I know how much you like it.â
âAw, my babygirl wore this fâme? Well I guess yâcan be forgiven. Now letâs get tâmy house before I fuck yeh right on this wall.â He places a soft kiss to your lips picking up your backpack from the floor and turning to the direction of his car.
âBut it hurts!â He turns around again, giving you a sympathetic look and caressing your cheek. The rings on his fingers are cold, but youâre used to the feeling.
âI know sweet girl, but I canât take care of yeh here, sâtoo risky.â He pauses for a moment, thinking of a solution to your not so little problem. âHow bout I give yâmy fingers in the car? Hows that sound hm?â You nod eagerly, pulling his hand down from your cheek and holding it. He takes the signal and begins walking to his car while you follow him.
You never planned to sleep with your bullies dad. But a few months ago your parents dragged you to a family friends housewarming party, and that friend happened to be a friend of Harryâs too. There were no other teenagers there, so your focus was on the attractive older man who had been checking you out since you first locked eyes, and after ending up in the upstairs bathroom together the two of you have been fucking at least twice a week. You only learned that heâs a dad when you saw him for the first time outside the party. He didnât look the part, and you actually thought he was in his 20s until he corrected you. Heâs 38, having become a parent at only 20 years old. Your relationship is a bit taboo, but youâre a mature 18 year old and you and Harry get along well. So well that your time together has developed from casual sex to a mutually exclusive relationship. (Neither of you like labels, but youâre basically boyfriend and girlfriend).
He makes you really happy, and when you have to face off against Ella, it helps knowing that you have power over her, even though she doesnât know it.
âDid she do anything today?â Harry is walking beside you, hands still intertwined.
âBesides spilling coffee on my shirt, nothing much.â Harry sighs in frustration and squeezes your hand as a show of affection.
âMâso sorry, I wish yâdidnât âave to deal with her.â
The thing about Harry and Ella is they can barely be considered family. Ellaâs mom is, for lack of a better word, a bitch. Sheâs snobby, conceited, and rude, and those behaviors have rubbed off on Ella. Another thing that rubbed off on her was her momâs hatred for Harry. Being young parents put strain on their already struggling relationship, and they split before Ellaâs first birthday. Harry said he tried his best to make it work for Ellaâs sake, but her mom was looking for someone to pay for her life, and Harry had just started working his way up as a businessman.
Now, heâs a CEO, but luckily Ellaâs mom already found a new beau with plenty of money, so she didnât come crawling back to him. However, the success Harry achieved only a few years after their breakup made her jealous, and so she instilled that anger in their daughter. So currently Ella spends most of her time with her mother, and when she is with Harry she doesnât treat him kindly.
âItâs not your fault Harry, you donât have to apologize for her actions.â
âI know, I jusâ hate thaâ she treats yeh like that.â He sighs again, reaching into his pocket to grab his keys. In a few more steps youâre standing outside the sleek black suv, walking around to the passenger seat and sliding in once you hear the click of the door unlocking.
You both take a few seconds to breathe, an unspoken gesture to prepare for the night's events. Harry turns to you, a sexy smirk plastered on his face. âWhat dâya think about fixinâ that ache darlin?â You nod eagerly, sliding down a bit in your seat to give your legs room to spread. âThink yeh can take off yâskirt foâme?â Your head bobs once again as you nod, hooking your fingers under the elastic waistband and shimmying out of the skirt. While youâre doing that, Harry turns the car into the deserted street, using only one hand to steer.
You toss the tiny skirt into his lap, giving him a signal without distracting his eyes from the road. He reacts immediately, his free hand coming down to squeeze your thigh. You mewl at the contact and bite down on your lip, trying to stop your hips from bucking up in search of relief. His squeezes move up your thigh, and finally his fingers press against your weeping cunt. Swiftly, he pushes your soiled panties to the side, swiping his fingers up your folds collecting your juices. You shriek and buck your hips up into his hand, but much to your dismay he removes it from between your thighs. The car comes to a stop at a red light, and Harry takes the moment to look at you, his eyes wandering your squirming body. Heâs practically drooling when he places his fingers in his mouth, tasting your sweet wetness.
âSorry pup, jusâ needed tâtaste yeh.â He chuckles again, and you whine softly in desperation. In one quick motion, he dives his hand back to your pussy, pressing his thumb on your swollen clit.
âFuck!â The pleasure shoots up your spine, goosebumps raising across your body as he rubs circles on the puffy button. âHarry- please,â
âWhat dâya want puppy? Want mâfingers?â
âYes, yes,â you breathe out, words barely comprehensible through your panting.
âAlright, alright, I gotcha.â And with that his two fingers press into you, filling your tight hole perfectly. There is no hesitation before he begins pumping the digits in and out of you and his thumb never lets up on your bundle of nerves. âSuch a needy puppy, got yeh soaking fâme from out in the stands hm?â His eyes are still on the road, but you can picture the lust filled eyes that are undoubtedly on his face.
âGet so wet jus- just thinkinâ about you,â you gasp, writhing as his fingers slam in and out of you.
âYeah? This is my cunt, mâthe only one who can make yeh this wet, isnât thaâ right?â
âOnly Harry.â At your confirmation he speeds his hand up, your vision clouding with white spots as the knot building in your stomach grows tighter and tighter.
All of a sudden, he pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you empty. âWha-â You begin to question him but you realize that heâs pulling into his driveway. Instead of complaining, you sit up quickly and unbuckle your seatbelt, pulling your skirt back up your legs to avoid being nude on his front lawn.
As soon as you feel the little jolt your hand yanks on the handle and you hop out of the car. Your brain is fuzzy with need and all you are focused on is alleviating the aching between your thighs. You hear Harry lock the car while you're on the steps, and you turn back to ensure that heâs behind you. And sure enough, heâs hot on your trail, just as eager as you to get inside and onto his bed. Your foot is tapping on the ground anxiously, waiting for Harry to unlock the front door. After what seems like an hour, he is next to you again, fumbling with the silver keychain in his hand, eventually unlocking and pushing open the door. You both practically run inside, hands roaming each other's bodies and lips locking as you shuffle through the hall.
You disconnect breathlessly when you reach the stairs, subconsciously wrapping your hands around Harryâs neck so he can pick you up bridal style. He does so hastily, barely a second passing before heâs plopping you onto the fluffy mattress. âFinally,â he pants, hands fumbling with his belt buckle. Thereâs a prominent bulge in his trousers, and although youâve seen it plenty, you are always in awe at how thick and big he is. While heâs busy removing his clothes, you are practically drooling at the sight of his bare cock, full, heavy, and dripping precome.
âHarry?â
He looks back down at you with his emerald green eyes, simultaneously dropping his recently-removed shirt on the floor. âCan I ride you?â The look he gives you is indescribable, a mixture of need, lust, cockiness, and beauty all rolled up into one.
âWhatever yâwant puppy,â His hands scoop under your ass, and he lifts you up and switches your positions. Now itâs your turn to undress, and Harry makes himself busy by running his hands up and down your torso. âSo gorgeous, yâknow that?â You nod quickly then pull your shirt off of your head. âMost beautiful girl in the world I reckon.â You blush at the compliment, butterflies being added to the many sensations occuring in your body. You straddle his thighs, wrapping your hand around his length and tugging a few times. A loud groan rumbles through his throat, and you smile knowing youâre the one who made him feel like that. âThought- thought yeh said yâwanted to ride me pup.â
âI do.â You keep your hand on his cock, sitting up on your knees and lining him up with your weeping cunt. All at once, your body is put at ease as his cock fills you up perfectly. He bottoms out inside of you, both of you moaning and groaning while you adjust. âSo big-â Your words come out in choppy pants, the syllables being cut off by your heaves. You suck in one deep breath and move upwards, sinking back down onto him quickly. His large hands hold a tight grip on your waist, guiding you up and down his member. His lips attach to your neck, suckling on the supple skin just enough so that it doesnât bruise.
âWhat a dirty little puppy you are,â he growls, eyes focusing heavily on where your bodies connect, watching himself disappear inside of you as you bounce up and down on his cock.
âFeel so full-â Tingles ricochet down every part of your body, and your legs are becoming weaker with each movement. Harry can feel your movement faltering, so his hips thrust upwards to meet yours, fucking you from underneath. âHarry!â
âI know pup, I know.â His thumb strokes your cheek and he leans in for another kiss, devouring your plump lips and swirling his tongue around yours. âSo fuckin tight,â The words tumble from his mouth in a low growl, which sends the butterflies in your stomach into a frenzy. His cock twitches inside of you, encouraging you to muster all your energy and finish both of you off. Adrenaline kicks in and your strength returns, riding him faster and harder than before. âLet go fâme Y/N.â It only takes a few more thrusts for you to come undone, Harryâs orgasm following suit. The waves of pleasure roll through your body, and you throw your head back in ecstasy as you allow the feeling to overcome your body. Spurts of his hot cum cover your velvety walls and you ride out your orgasms together, resting your foreheads against one another.
You end up sleeping at his house, feeling safe knowing that Ella is staying with her mom today. Itâs normal for you to sleep at his place, seeing as both of you are usually so tired that you pass out before you can leave. What isnât normal is for you to be woken up in the morning by Harryâs phone ringing. Harry is a deep sleeper, and you laugh at the sight of him conked out while his ringtone blares on the nightstand just a few inches away. Carefully, you reach over his sleeping body and grab the phone, planning on hanging it up and going back to bed. However, when you saw that it was Ella calling, you changed your mind. Making a split second decision, you slide the icon to the right, holding it up to your ear.
âHello?â Her whiney voice rings through your eardrum and you wince. Not the nicest thing to be woken up to.
âHello,â you answer, your voice not reflecting the cocky grin that spread across your face.
âWho the hell is this!â she shrieks, and you make a mental note that she must not be a morning person.
âA friend of your dads.â Your response is once again calm and monotone, trying to stifle the laugh that is bubbling in your throat.
âUgh! Whatâs your name?â
âY/N. Y/N Y/L/Nâ
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STUDY DATE. (tsukishima x reader )
you managed to convince your crush tsukki to study with you, although he looks like the unbreakable type. thatâs exactly what you were planning to do.
a/n : almost 2k words :D
softdom!reader x switch!tsukki
- overstimulated, tsukki accidentally man handling reader, oral (f&m), ( mentions )rough sex??, blindfolded and tied up tsukki, dom / sub themes, light mommy kink , u call him bunny <3
you were probably the only girl who was (in your head) kind of obsessed with him, however on the outside you looked shy and nervous more than half of the time.
he smirked down at you whenever he saw your small meek face. doe eyes lighting up unknowingly to both of you. he was so greedy but so were you, not letting yamaguchi talk to you as much as he did sitting next to you in almost every class and you thought that was your doing. he made sure a lot of things happened because in his mind you were his.
you imagined for days upon days to be able to shove your fingers down his throat whilst bouncing on his long fairly thick cock. overstimulating him as he whines craning his back, you yank him forward again rising and slamming yourself against him.
a small hand waved you out or your trance. yamaguchi's shy smile peered over at you as you frantically put yourself together again walking to literature class. again he was there unbeknownst to you he was earnestly waiting on you.
his mind went as he thought of you between his legs your weak throat needing some guidance, you stare and whine placing your cheeks against his thigh mouthing at them, rutting against the floor desperately.
the teachers bored voice broke them out of their tense thoughts smiling briefly at eachother.
" class today there will be a project needing to be completed by next week! you will work in partners of your choice, you may now leave!" the teacher exclaimed exhaustingly.
you had decided to make the first move feeling the God sent moment right in your hands.
" uh, hey! would you like to be partners?" you asked, voice trembling without realising it. he maintained a bored expression but his heart was alight. a curt nod left you both happier than before.
although he saw the way you played with your frilly skirt and stumbled over your words he saw the glint in your eyes. it was similar to his.
the day went on; you becoming extremely impatient, waiting for the day to end. once the bell rang you felt your body direct itself straight home.
living alone, you didn't really care about upkeep too much however you kept a fairly clean. you made sure your whole house was in place mainly because you didn't want him to judge you if your plan didn't go well.
hours later you felt a soft knock on the door rushing brushing down your long night gown. sliding on your pretty slippers it was only around 5-6 pm so your wear was normal.
"hi." you breathed out stopping yourself from smiling at his also very comfy attire.
he replies mainly with a grunt but you soon both became fairly comfortable as you offered him food and led him to your room. continuing with your workload you couldn't help but notice his near constant twitching and fiddling with himself.
" hey tsukki?"
"tsukki.." he questioned, more to himself
" yes, what's wrong you keep uh, moving around?" you tried to sound as ambiguous as you could. however you couldn't really keep it in you to lay your innocent act.
you arm slithered across his shoulders as you pulled him away from the scattered papers across the floor.
" i asked a question?" you hummed slowly massaging his shoulders.
he mumbled incoherent words squirming in your arms. you manoeuvred yourself around him so you were right next to his earlobe.
you took the lobe into your mouth suckling gently and breathing slightly heavily into it. the sensation making him arch his back naturally into you. giggling softly your hands make their way across his lean figure to his stomach.
"are you going to answer me?" repeating yourself watching him, his eyes were shut in anticipation he was achingly annoying.
" i- im just col- cold." he breathed out , it wasn't supposed to be like this ? he thought to himself, but his ecstasy took over as you pinched one of his nipples. rolling the digit around you had also found purchase on his neck.
for the first time you heard him whine loudly. a first but definitely not the last time.
" yeah ? " you coaxed
" wan' me to warm you up?" you carried on fingers just hovering over his hard nipples. he was growing impatient but it felt too good to have your dainty hands and wet lips hovering over all his sensitive spots.
" please." he said it was almost a whisper but his pride was too much for begging.
you took a long deep sigh and fully let of him making your way back down to your work pile.
he was shocked nonetheless trying so hard not to give him to his desperate side.
he squirmed in confusion. light annoyed grunts leaving him you turned to look at him one eyebrow raised.
" you don't saw much for someone who wants to be denied so easily." you stated nonchalantly
" i-i please- please!" his voice hoarse with desperation as he was quick to signal you over to him almost dragging you. smirking to yourself, you made your self comfortable between his legs they were easily uncovered as he quickly took his trousers off pulling his clothed cock nearer and nearer to your wet mouth.
" alright bunny , what do you want me to do?" you questioned innocently but sternly. he growled fairly loudly. he suddenly grabbed your face thrusting his hips into you his painfully slow thrusts became ruts as he grew even more impatient, cooing at him with your hands gripped at his waist stroking him slowly you decided to indulge in him placing your tongue flat against the head although covered it was effortlessly prominent against his boxers.
his eyes rolled back becoming even faster that you could barley keep up. it was all too good for him he just couldnât help it.
" mphm! okay! alright bunny hm? slow down you'll hurt yourself okay?" you managed to cause him to slow down another whine leaving him at the lost of friction. you guessed he didn't really react well to degrading at least not yet.
you kissed up his thigh the pale skin becoming red as you sucked hickeys into his skin breathing fanning over his clothes cock he tried to stop himself constantly from bucking his hips instead his breathy moans filled the room yet you hadn't even done anything yet. it was embarrassing he thought. he's pathetic you thought. but it was too good for the both of you to stop.
you quickly took off the boxers becoming impatient to be met with the pulsating redness of his cock, fairly thick but he made up for it in length and girth.
"m- mommy please! suck me off" he begged. he begged.
" mommy huh? okay bunny just be patient for me okay?" you say with faux- endearment stroking his thigh the name made your pussy insanely wet your fingers went down to lightly touch over your slick folds lightly moaning to yourself.
you eyes caught sigh of his fat balls. they made your mouth water you quickly latched yourself onto one suckling softly whilst mildly moaning.
tsukki felt euphoric maybe the deprivation tainted his feelings but god did it feel good. he moaned loudly as you moved up kissing his cock licking stripes up the prominent veins all the way to the top.
you sucked hard on the head , coated with precum begging for attention. he again let out louder almost painful moans.
he was cumming embarrassingly fast but he couldnât help it. you just wouldnât let him go your throat was so tight, tongue so wet everything felt so good too good.
â cum- cumming ! please- please donât stop.â he sounded so vulnerable so, desperate.
â ah, ah bunny not yet what about me?â you said pouting at him. you were fast to let go of your vice like grip on his cock him erratically whining.
you were quick to grab the blindfold and rope from one of your drawers not taking in his confused yet fearful eyes tying his hands to your bed post.
blindfolding him he said nothing protest either.
â wait- wait what are you doing?!â he stated in panic, it seemed to have set in late however you swooped in and kissed him.
tongues interlocking, you sucked on his wet muscle whilst letting out breathy moans all to comfort him really but maybe also for your own indulgence.
he chased your lips seeming to have forgotten about his tied, blindfolded state in a trance you made out with no sign of stopping.
he wanted to grab your head turn you over and pin you to the bed but he couldnât his brain made him stuck in a position so submissively.
you reluctantly pulled away covering his face in kisses.
â okay bun, im gonna sit on your face now okay? help mommy feel good.â you said stroking his face.
he nodded fast almost immediately sticking his tongue out at your words.
you slowly took of your skirt and soaked panties inorder to tease him. you sopping pussy only just hovered over his face. his nose indulged in your scent becoming restless he wanted no needed to taste you.
âwords?â
â mommy please let me taste you, ive been good i need it so so bad- please.â
you were fast to sit on his face your thighs sandwiching his face. fat tongue flat on your clit you moaned out wantonly. riding his face desperate to find your high.
he sucked licked even nosed your pussy he wanted to taste you so bad it was almost killing him.
you were fast ly approaching your blissful high but unlike you tsukki make no attempt to stop or tease you which surprised him and you both.
you finally came all over his face he was too busy suckling the remains of your milky end to notice you had already taken off the blind fold and the restraints.
his eyes opened slowly taking in his surroundings once more still kitten licking your cum.
âyou were so so good for me bunny.â you said your fingers wading through his hair.
âi- thank you.â he said with a short smile
suddenly, he flipped you over cock just slipping in and out of your pussy and you felt yourself getting wet again.
âmommy you didnât let your good boy cum?â
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Sannin headcanons and thoughts
The last thing I would like to post for the sannin week. It is still 24.04 here! :D @sannin-central
This is long. Spoiler alert. Mostly Orochimaru, some Tsunade, a little of Jiraiya (because his story is pretty clear and spoken and idk what I can add). Also I recommend to read this meta about Orochimaru, it has influenced me a lot and has some good points. Sorry for any posible grammar mistakes. Also I really should put here a lot of references to the manga or anime but it was something that was piling up for a year and I'm soooooooo lazy. After all, those are just headcanons. Also: Im not excusing Oro's bad stuff here, Im trying to understand the reasons.
Ive already posted some hcs, here, here and here.
1. First if all, the chronology pic of sannin lifetime based on the info i found on naruto wiki and also some statements about wars from this post. It was tough considering what a mess narutoâs chronology is.
2. Sannin story shows what it cost to be a legend. They're like Team 7 but more realistic. Tsunade literally carried the war but left with nothing and developed a ptsd and have problems to just live on. Also anger control issues. I think she can be pretty bossy and stubborn which is not always nice. Jiraiya is the hero of the day but also very idealistic and can ignore some important details in the real word whether its the fight (he always injured during flashbacks maybe because each time he took too much to handle and on the one hand it's heroistic but on the other is a mistake that can lead your team to situations like in that Iwa cave) or your friends issues (I bet he saw what's going on but thought it's fine until Oro actually got red handed and left). He lives in his world and may have problems to get out to see it through someone else's shoes. As for Orochimaru, it seems like he was a normal guy for 20+ years (I mean, he didn't do crazy criminal shit and had something good in him and it was stated somewhere that it was his teammates influence. It is obvious they considered him as a friend, I don't thinks it was for nothing) but we mostly know his darkest side. Despite being a moster he is a human that have empathy and some ordinary human traits (man just decorates every bit of an environment he is in lol).
3. Tsunade was the leader of team Hiruzen.
4. Tsunade sometimes hit Jiraiya for some stupid things he did or said but never touches Orochimaru even if he did something same. Jiraiya complained about it once and almost got another hit.
5. Jiraiya had problematic parents that didn't care about him much and a lot of time he was wandering in the streets.
6. Judging by the look of Oro bangs and hair, he sometimes cut it off. A stress relief huh? And the fact that he doesn't do it now in Boruto..
7. It was shown that Tsunade and Orochimaru was acknowledged before they become a team. Maybe they did just before, or maybe some longer time before. I prefer the second option and hc that they met because both had no real friends - Orochimaru seemed weird and scary for everyone and Tsunade was Senju so everyone wanted to hang out with her but didn't really care. They weren't seen as what they were - people put the labels on them. But they didn't care about each other's labels and actually saw each other in true lights.
8. Tsunade knew it was an accident and it's not right but still she blamed Orochimaru for Nawaki's death for some time. It was something that seriously damaged their friendship and the team. Orochimaru was mad but also guilty, after all, he was responsible at least as a shinobi since Nawaki was under his watch. So he started to act cold and emotionless and was trying to distance himself from his teammates.
9. Jiraiya was in Ame while Dan died.
10. The whole his orphans mission was a bit irresponsible tbh. They already fought Hanzo and as he stated the conflict between Konoha and Ame is going to an end with Konoha's win. It's weird to stay here for three years in the middle of the war while there were other lands to fight. He left his teammates for some idea. Maybe that caused another crack in their team friendship.
11. If Tsunade would have find a way to live on with her trauma and follow the will of fire and stuff it would affect Orochimaru as well just as her grief affected him. It's like he would get an example that you can live on with this pain. So death isn't above human capability and we are not just the slaves of mortality (sounds stupid but i dont know how else to describe sorry). But as we know what he actually saw is that it broke her crucially to the point she couldnt be herself again. And so the death is above everything.
12. Oro wasnât just acting as a cold pragmatic bitch in that cave but also tried to save Tsunade. Jiraiya knew it and thatâs why he showed this sign to him like "I see what youre doing here" and that stunned Oro because he would prefer to look rather like a cold pragmatic bitch hehe
13. Just a thought. People in the village probably treated Oro as a foreigner or just wouldnt accept him because he looked so differently and had a weird attitude. That's why he sometimes didn't feel that Konoha is his home. After the wars where people were treated as means and tools, even the children, he himself developed this view on people - he dehumanized them and used as the means to his goals, just as his village did. Funny thing some people were straightly dehumanizing him too like Ibiki thought that he was a demon (tho he was a child). And he probably weren't the only one. Anyways the point is that it's logical that Orochimaru don't care about anybody but some few people, he's the product of his era. He's like Naruto that would chose the hatred way. But naruto had some good and understanding people around him and.. Orochimaru had them too, but match how Iruka treated Naruto and this Hiruzen's "I sAw tHe mAliCe in This cHiLd fRoM tHe BegGinNinG". And oro didn't even have a big ass evil fox in him. sry i hate hiruzen
ANYWAYS the moral of the story is not "go criminal if they hurt you" but always treat people like people. Waving my hand to Kant.
14. The reason why Orochimaru didn't pick some good morals to stick with through the hard times no matter what (like, idk, Jiraiya or Naruto) is because 1) I think he is/was pretty depending on people around him 2) the war fucked him and his friends up too much (Nawaki incident + Tsunade) 3) twisted addictions (though I don't think he's that sadistic, we never saw him torturing randoms just for fun, it was always some science experimental shit. He tends to get fun out of cruelty only when it's personal) that maybe developed as a way to sublimate anger and sadness caused by his parents loss (that's what they share with sasuke - unlicke naruto, they knew their parents and it's other kind of pain. Sasuke developed a revenge issue and Orochimaru - cruelty pleasure which... is kinda the same but less epic and more occasional lol).
15. Speaking of that, Orochimaru cared for Sasuke because he saw himself in him.
16. Oro hold grudges against Hiruzen for not choosing him to be Hokage not only because he was ambitious and/or egoistic, but also because Hiruzen was some kind of a father figure for him and his approval was important tho i doubt he was aware of that. He also probably could tell that Hiruzen was suspicios about him when he was a child and that led to many conflicts and was hurting as well.
17. Tsunade knew things weren't pretty with Orochimaru after the wars but she never expected them to be this bad. During the week that she was given in her arc she thought not only about how much she wants to see Nawaki and Dan again despite how wrong would it be but also was trying to bury all the good memories she had left of Orochimaru so it would be easier to kill him.
18. She poisoned Jiraiya exactly because she knew he would not let her do it. Jiraiya was always hesitant to kill and inclined to forgiveness, while Tsunade, as mentioned by Orochimaru, could be merciless (so much so that he was not surprised when Kabuto suggested that she wanted to use Jira for Edo Tensei).
19. That was one of her traits that scared Jiraiya and fascinated Orochimaru.
20. Remember how Oro grabbed Jiraiya's neck when the latter was trying to cover with hair jutsu? On the snake, in Tsnade's arc. Orochimaru could have easily kill Jiraiya by pulling the sword out of the mouth (arteries are right there) but he didn't. As well as he could kill Tsunade when she was still shaking - just aim for the neck or the heart. Instead, he just injured her lung and kicked her which is not a big deal for the kind of shinoby like her at all.. Also he helped Anko not accidentally kill herself but it would be way much profitable to let her do it. "Orochimaru has no feelings".
21. The reason he suddenly wanted to kill Tsunade instead of forcing her to heal his arms as it was planned (which is weird since it will not going to get him heals and he kinda said that he wouldn't want to kill her just minutes ago) is that not only she refused to help him (he thought he could work it out) but she also prefered the village over him (from his point of view). Out if everyone she was the closest to being able to understand him since the village caused her painful losses too but nevertheless she agreed to be on it's side.
22. He wasn't fighting her back in the end partly because he thought he deserved that. Somewhere deep inside hahah.
23. Tsunade got a fear to develop deep bonds so they probably weren't very close with Shizune (also the way she knocked her down in this hotel.. oh).
24. Orochimaru will be here when she'll die.
25. Orochimaru's eng dub to Tsunade: "I often wondered what it would be like to ring that pretty neck yours". No comments.
26. Orochimaru is either bi/pan or ace. Anything or nothing lmao
27. Hiruzen knew about at least some of the Oroâs illegal experiments and was okay just as he was okay with the Foundation all the time. Because itâs useful. Then he has discovered he went too far OR he knew everything and oro just became too inconvenient because of his methods. The way Orochimaru tells Sasuke about reasons they are well treated as the criminals is based on in his experience with Hiruzen.
28. As you may know the lyrics in Orochimaruâs music theme goes âdonât talk with the silence of the heartâ. It was taken from one Indian song that also had lines like âdonât question life too muchâ, âpain arose somewhere in the chestâ, âdonât speak to the wounds of the heartâ. Though Iâm not sure 100% because I was translating it with some hindi dictionary with like zero knowledge of hindi
29. I like to think that this âsilence of the heartâ theme and the fact that he called his village a hidden sound village are somehow connected. The hidden sound is the possible explanation of all things waiting to be listened to but the truth is silent and you know it deep in your heart and it bothers you. The world is silent just like the life is meaningless but people can only hear. *Sigh* anyways
30. Orochimaruâs journey is the one about accepting death. When he saw Karin released her chains while was trying to get to Sasuke he understood that the death is a part of humanâs strength.
Canât wait to feel that everything I wrote is wrong or not enough or stupid and obvious lol. Anyways, itâs something that I wanted to share until I move to some other fandom.
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Castlevania kinda had a pacing problem
spoilers for all of Netflixâs Castlevania. I havenât seen much analysis for the show on tumblr, im honestly curious if discussions I had with irl friends mirror what fandom talks about
tldr: Castlevania seems inconsistently paced from season to season, and within season as well, leads to a lot of characters motivations feeling unclear so characters repeatedly explain why they are doing something while theyâre doing it
overview of the seasons:
S1 I know somewhat of a test for Netflix but it has good main trio character establishment and sets the scale of the conflict
s2: pretty complete emotional arc for most characters and resolves the plot of killing Dracula while setting up additional characters to continue the story. Isaac, Hector, Carmilla all established with the audience as characters whose story would continue
honestly I would bet this is the most popular season
S3: s2 did a bit of worldbuilding, but this season really fleshed out the world with both a wide range of locations and exploring the question of âwhat now, Dracula is dead but vampires and night creatures remainâ.
There were basically 4 plot threads: 1) Sypha/Trevor investigating the cult & Saint Germain; 2) Hector & Carmilla (also introducing Lenore, Striga, Morana); 3) Isaacâs journey of revenge & self discovery; 4) Alucard sits around the castle and is betrayed.
overall characters roughly feel like they are in the same place if not worse. A big criticism I saw at the time, which hold up after rewatching this before s4 is nothing felt resolved for the main characters
I would say this season is where the pacing issues start to become apparent, juggling 4 plot threads that lack a central theme or even mutual character connection. If there was a central theme it would be âhumans are awful to each otherâ. The Judge doing Hot Fuzz style murders, The Wizard in the tower, Sumi & Taka
S4: it starts with the same 4 plot threads, though upfront it is made clear that the plot theme is âpeople are trying to resurrect Draculaâ, and the progression of the plot works to resolve unrelated plot threads until the main trio reunites for the boss fights. To me and my friends watching it was obvious that the show would reunite the main trio, the question was how and how far into the run time.
Season 4 is why Iâm writing this essay, for the past 2 days Iâve been like, yeah that character sure explained their motives repeatedly maybe with some philosophical discussion, but itâs just such a weird place considering where they were in s3
Alucardâs arc:
Where he was left in season 3, it was after killing people he had trusted in self defense and impaling their corpses. It was clearly meant to parallel Draculaâs dislike of humanity. However overall his character lacked a proactive motivating force.
Honestly the most interesting thing I found in s3 was Alucard clearly misses Sypha and Trevor, however they donât miss him or refer to him
One reason Sumi & Taka betray Alucard is for the secrets and power of Castlevania. After inviting the village including St Germain who Alucard was warned of into the Castle, Alucard makes 0 effort to secure anything, not even his personal childhood room. Guess he really learned nothing
Discussing St Germain, I think itâs funny that they had a several minute flashback sequence for his lost girlfriend (who doesnât have a name or a voice actor), to remind the viewer of who he is, and to justify how heâs suddenly back and down for murder.
In s4 there is the call to help the village, and the walk back to the castle is a montage of Alucard opening up to Greta and becoming friendly literally overnight. He laughs off the impaling, and basically all of the darker things he went through in season 3, which has me asking what was the point of his season 3 arc then?Â
Honestly writing this I realize the biggest parallel he has with Dracula is the call to action from a bold woman with a dramatic entrance speech which then leads to a romance
Isaacâs arc:
in s3, with all the other themes of âhumanity sucksâ I was always unsure if the townspeople were meant to appear irrational while attacking a larger force instead of letting him pass through an leave, or him not caring about how heâs provoking them is meant to show his insanity
ive seen the discussion elsewhere, curious about the Discourse here
is s4 Isaac has the whole monologue about how he now has agency but him gaining that agency was his s3 arc. In s4 heâs already at the point of accepting it. By the end of s4 heâs one of those who comes the furthest from his first character appearance to his last.
s4e5 where of Isaac attacking Carmilla in Isaacâs 2nd appearance had him resolving like 4 plot threads at once (Carmilla, Striga& Morana, Hector, and Isaac himself).
but i do wonder if Trevor, Sypha, or Alucard even know any of these people exist. I think not
I was honestly confused if I missed a scene from his dialogue about building something and what is inherent nature, to âMy plan has evolved, my plan is now conquestâ because he only conquests the one castle and the rest is left unclear
Upon rewatch the connection there is âkilling [the wizard] felt just ... I liked that feelingâ, so the show says that Isaac in the end attacked Carmilla for the sake of justice and not revenge.
Isaac in his last conversation expresses the theme of s4 âbuild something new on these old bones, where people can live for the futureâ
however, his arc honestly feel scenes were cut, and then dialogue was written around it. Heâs the only living character who doesnât show up in the epilogue and the sentient night creature âwhat if I could empty hellâ dialogue was some of the most interesting worldbuilding. Night creatures with sentience and possibility of regaining memories!!!!
The Council of Sisters & Hectorâs arc:
oh Iâve already seen s4 discourse about Lenore/Hector while searching for character analysis, a chunk of it seems to be rationalizing the absolute difference between how s3 ended with these characters and s4. It was extremely confusing for me and my friends; wondering if 1) was Hector showing more emotional intelligence than before and putting on a facade to cover up hatred? Nope 2) did more time pass than 6 weeks for there to be some kind stockholm syndrome? No, Hector seems fine to let Lenore kill herself
The slave control ring: played up in the climax of s3 and easily solved s4. s3 Lenore says if he tries to harm them, flee, or take it off it would cause crippling pain, in s4 Hector just easily cuts off his own finger.
for a control ring that they take time to show a version being on the Rebus, it doesnât do much controlling of Hector
also guess the definition of âdo harmâ just refers to direct action
Lenore in s4: has no purpose in conquest, has that useless remarked on by multiple characters, is imprisoned, then kills herself after a genre aware philosophical discussion. This essay is long enough, but what the fuck happened to this character who ended s3 clearly physically and sexually abusive? Seriously this was one of the biggest writing changes to the point where she was treating Hector as an equal. Compare her last words in s3 âshh the real people [vampires] are talkingâ. The change in the relationship is actually something I would have taken being shown, or atleast told of what exactly caused this change other than the vague âyou adopted himâ
Striga&Morana get the best arc of the Council. 3 scenes: the tent argument, Daybreak armor fight & argument resolution, declaration of feelings and turning away. You could argue Castlevania is plot to be connective tissue between fight scenes, but for all the dialogue about human resistance in different seasons it was nice to see it. Overall the scenes were short but had a lot of showing what their relationship is not just telling,
unlike Carmilla. For as much hyping up as they did with her, and as much power as she had, she only appeared in 2 episodes and no other group except Isaac knew about her military conquest.
the map scene where she states her motive for conquest of wanting to take things from old men is the key example of how characterization became tell not show. How interesting was that monologue compared to the past seasons flashback to her murmuring the old vampire lord, or all her repeated insults of men/man-children that shows how she judges people??
That monologue had to carry the weight of justifying the Sisterhood bonds falling apart as well as why her motivation changed from building a human pen from Styria to Braila to world conquest. I think it did so poorly
Sypha & Trevor
really Sypha & Trevor have the main plot in the show. I checked and post season 1 the only episode they donât appear in is s4e6, which is entirely devoted to the Isaac, Hector, and Council of Sisterhood arc. Their partnership and adventures are the main plot of the show.
Its easy to see what Trevorâs arc was over the show: coming to peace with the deaths of his family, taking up the mantle of being a Belmont, and starting a new family with Sypha.
With Sypha I actually had to scroll through tv tropes for what is her character arc, and I guess hers is disillusionment from adventure and life outside the speakers? My friends joke that Syphaâs magic is what the plot demands to look cool in a fight, which isnât necessarily a bad thing.
Tangent: the ending of their arc was easy to guess: as soon as Trevor went to fight the final boss alone I literally said âoh i bet Syphaâs pregnant, Trevorâs doing a heroic sacrifice, theyll use the unexplained magical dagger mcguffin, and 60/40 odds that he goes through an infinite corridor to outright come back vs just the implication he might come backâ
I guess my final thought of the show, was overall the SUPER Final Boss got my by surprise. It was a good twist I enjoyed. Not that Death appeared, I had guessed that from the heavy foreshadowing, but I was surprised by who it was, because I had thought I thought the characters involved feeling shoehorned into the plot was just more bad writing. The Alchemist who put St Germain on the path or murder for no discernible motive for helping? Sure gotta move the plot along. New Dracula court member Varney who has a whole introduction with almost every character he meets and banter about his smell? Sure thats basically how all characters talk with a snarky and acerbic voice.
#Castlevania#castlevania spoilers#castlevania meta#castlevania season four#overall i enjoyed the show#id love to find some discussion of the show#this wound up being more of a recap than a persuasive essay#but i think my tldr thesis statement stands
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Doctor Doctor
Summary: With a bullet in his arm, Bucky seeks medical attention and a certain surgeon catches his eye.Â
Warnings: non-con, gun play (gun fucking), biker!Bucky, minor descriptions of blood and bullet wounds.Â
Word Count: 3k
AN: This was written for the incredible and lovely @the-soulofdevilâ and her 500 follower writing challenge. Congrats gurl, Iâm so proud. My prompt was a doctor au. Also, Iâve been watching wayyyyy to much Greyâs Anatomy, pls help me.Â
Squares Filled: Biker!AU & Knife/Gun play
My MasterlistÂ
Exhaustion held your body captive as you dragged your feet, your eyes fluttering shut every few steps. Your entire body was sore, your neck cricked from looking down at the body on your operating table for so long and your hands were slightly cramping. The CABG surgery had taken far longer than you had expected, and now nothing was sounding better than going home, opening a bottle of sauvignon blanc and taking a long hot bath.Â
You eyes the door for the stairs disdainfully. Deep down you knew you should take them. The attendings lounge was only two floors up but you were dead tired so instead, you plodded along to the elevator, jabbing the up button. Looking back on it you really should have taken the stairs.
The elevator finally dinged on your floor, the doors opening slowly and without even looking, you jumped inside. You only noticed the other occupant after the doors had slid closed. He was tall, impressively built, and his eyes were a stunning shade of cerulean blue. You hated yourself for wondering briefly if he was here visiting a girlfriend.Â
However you could tell there was something off about him but, maybe thatâs what attracted you. You had always had terrible taste in men. You could feel his body come closer, invading your personal space. A hand reached out to your name tag, his eyes flickering over it.Â
âA surgeon huh? So I guess you know your way around the body.âÂ
âExcuse me?â The words were barely out of your mouth before he reached into the waist bands of his jeans, pulling a gun from it with one hand, his other pressing the shutdown button on the elevator panel.
âI need you to do me a favour Doc. I need you to get this bullet out of my arm.â You stared down the barrel of his glock, your mouth going dry as he continued to speak. âHereâs whatâs going to happen. Iâm going to press the start button and then the elevator doors will open. Youâll take me somewhere private and youâll quietly and stealthily get whatever you need to get the fuckinâ bullet out of me. If you even think about calling for help I will blow the brains out of whoever is around. Clear?â Your heart thudded like a hummingbirdâs wings and the turtleneck underneath your scrubs felt far too tight around your throat.Â
âI said. Are we clear?â He pressed the gun directly between your eyes, forcing the cool metal against your heated skin and you nodded.Â
âYes.â You barely managed to squeak out your assent.
âSir.â He added for emphasis.Â
âYes Sir. I understand.âÂ
âGood girl. Are you ready? And remember, if anyone dies, itâs your fault.â You nodded once more and watched as he pressed the green start button, the elevator coming back to life. He stowed his gun back into the waistband of his jeans, sending you a look that clearly said he could whip it back out faster than you could scream. But his look was unneeded. You werenât going to call for help. The people that worked at this hospital were like your family. There was no way you were going to risk any of their lives.
You lead him through various hallways, picking up an abandoned supply trolley as you went until you came across an empty patient room. You gestured for him to sit on the bed as you pulled on a gown and gloves before wheeling the stool over and sitting in front of him.Â
He grunted in pain as he pulled his leather jacket off, his t-shirt following soon after. Under normal circumstances you would have cut the material away but seeing him in pain gave you a sick sense of glee. But as you stared at his now bare chest, any sense of joy quickly seeped from you, dread taking its place. It shouldnât have been as much of a shock as it was to see the pitch black ink staring back at you. He had waved a gun in your face for crying out loud. But still, seeing the dark outline of a wolf on his chest sent a chill through you. Of course this man was a White Wolf.Â
âScared of a little ink doc?â The man before you teased a smirk taking over his plush pink lips.
âOf course not Sir.â You quipped back. It was only half a lie. You werenât afraid of the tattoo itself, more of what it represented. You had seen far too many victims of the White Wolves over your time working at Seattle Grace Hospital. âIâm going to have to go in blind, I hope thatâs okay as I assume you donât want to be checked in?â You asked even though you knew the answer you would get.Â
âObviously.â His voice was a monotone as he rolled his eyes, your hands sweeping over the blood surrounding the torn skin. The bullet didnât seem to be too deep which was lucky for him. It would make extraction a lot easier. Once the site was clean you pulled over the IV kit, standing to attach the morphine to the drip before picking up the needle and making for his other arm. âNo.â He yanked his arm out of your grip with such force that you stumbled.Â
âExcuse me?â You were confused as you sat back on the stool, the needle still in your hand.Â
âNo drugs. Just get it out now.â He pulled the needle from you, chucking it across the room as he did so.
âIâm sorry sir but I have to insist. The drugs will help you stay still through the pain as I extract the bullet.â No matter how much his pain earlier had helped ease your own you werenât a sadist.Â
âI said no. I donât want any drugs, I can handle the pain. Just get the fucking bullet out now.â He growled and you submitted, scared that the commotion might attract unwanted visitors. Quickly you organised your tray and held the tweezers up to the bullet hole.Â
To your surprise, the man barely flinched as you pressed the metal against the tender flesh, searching for the bronze bullet that you could barely make out. You had expected him to yield, allowing you to administer the painkillers but he barely reacted, the occasional hiss or grunt escaping his lips was the only sign he felt anything.Â
Finally the bullet came free and there was a clink as you disposed of it in one of the metal bowls. Next you started working on patching him up. Some more blood had spilled from the wound as you had worked and he would definitely need stitches. As you worked you heard your parents voices echo around in your head, telling you horror stories of the White Wolves.Â
The gang had been haunting Seattle since the early forties and were often used as bedtime stories told to young children to make sure they didnât stay out too late. While you had taken your parents warnings seriously growing up, you had always thought they exaggerated the cruelty of the gang. Working in the hospital had changed your mind. Their cruelty was unparalleled and perhaps if you werenât so afraid of what they would do to your family you might have thought about âaccidentallyâ clipping his axillary artery. He would be dead within minutes but you knew the other Wolves would come around sniffing for answers.Â
You struggled to keep your hands steady as you worked but finally you did the last stitch and bandaged his arm. âYouâre going to have to wear a sling for next 4-6 weeks to make sure it heals properly and isnât jolted around because you donât want to be pulling your stitches. Also no strenuous exercise for at least two weeks and after then only light exercise such as going for a walk.â
âWhat about fucking?â Your lips parted involuntarily, shocked at how blatantly he had asked the question. Â
âErm, well that would count as strenuous exercise but after the two week mark perhaps depending on umm⌠on how you⌠on your chosen, erm, position then it should be okay.â You felt your cheeks heat in embarrassment. You talked about sex and other embarrassing topics all the time in post-care but something about the way his cerulean blue eyes were staring at you so intently had you stumbling over your words like a school girl.Â
âHmmm⌠thatâs a shame. If I had known this morning was going to be the last time for a while I would have made it something special.â He mused to himself, his eyes drifting over your dark blue scrubs as you pulled off the gloves and gown. âBut since Iâm here, you could always fix me back up if something happened. Couldnât you doc?â  Â
âExcuse me?â You asked in confusion, blood draining from your face as he got off the bed and began stalking towards you. You backed away quickly, your hands fumbling with the door as you tried to pull it open only to have his uninjured arm slam it back shut. He twisted your body around so your back was pressed against the wood, both his arms pinning you against the wall as he leaned in.Â
âI think you heard me doc. The same warnings apply. Scream and Iâll kill anyone who walks through that door.â His breath tasted like cigarettes and his body was hot and hard against you. When you gulped and finally managed a nod, he pulled you from the door, bringing you back over to the bed, forcing you to lean over it.Â
He pressed his growing bulge against your ass as he pulled your scrub top over your head, the pale blue turtleneck and your bra following soon after. You squirmed in his arms but despite his injury his grip was steel tight. He groaned against the shell of your ear as he palmed your breasts, kneading them until your nipples began to harden. His breath was hot and heavy against the skin of your neck as his hands moved lower, down to the waistband of your scrubs. He slipped one hand in underneath your panties and groaned out.Â
âOh Doc, youâre already so wet for me.â He breathed out and you shuddered against him, trying to squeeze your legs together as tightly as you could. He tutted you, pinching your ass through the scrubs. âBehave. You donât want to know what happens to bad girls.â You choked back your sob as you nodded and allowed him to push you back against the bed, Your chest resting on the cold sheets. He slipped your scrubs down your legs and continued to play with your clit, rubbing it harshly as you tried to force your body not to react. One hand grabbed both your wrists, pinning them both at the small of your back as he moved.
âOne thing Iâve learnt from girls like you is that you always need something inside of you to feel full donât you?â You felt him shift behind you and then suddenly something very cold brushed against your thigh. You struggled in his hold even harder, thrashing your body around the cool metal brushed against your heated lips. You didnât have to see it to know what it was.
He swirled the barrel around, coating it in the slick that had involuntarily pooled along your lips. âNo. No! Stop it! Get off of me.â You tried to buck him off but his grip remained like iron, holding you down against the mattress with one hand as the other eased the barrel inside of you. You thrashed wildly as the cool metal juxtaposed the heat between your legs causing an odd sensation to form.Â
You hated the way the edges of the gun moved against your walls, making you feel every tiny ridge in the metal. You hated the way your body was responding to it even more.Â
You barely managed to hold back your moans as his pace picked up, becoming unrelenting. The urge to roll your hips back onto him had you shuddering with disgust. Your body shouldnât be responding like this, it shouldnât be enjoying it as much as it was. But you couldnât help it anymore, not when he called you his good girl. Praising you for taking his gun so well.Â
The moans started tumbling from your lips and soon enough the coil in your belly had snapped and you pulsated in his arms. Your body convulsed as he slowly edged you down from your high.Â
âSee? That wasnât so bad. Iâve always wanted to have a cunt on the end of my gun.â You shivered at his words, your senses slowly coming back to you. âHere, taste yourself.â He forced the metal by your face and you wanted to shrink away in disgust, yet the tone of his voice told you that wasnât an option. Hesitantly, you moved your head towards it, licking a small stripe along the side, praying that was enough to satisfy him. âNot like that. Suck it like it's my cock.â You shuddered and cringing inside, you angled your head to take it like he wanted, terrified that his finger would slip on the trigger.Â
You forced yourself to slowly bob your head going up and down the gunâs length, his groans echoing in the room as he rubbed himself against you in time with your movements. Suddenly, the gun was gone and you heard the tell-tale clink of his buckle, the fly of his zipper following.Â
âPlease you donât have to do this. I wonât tell anyone, please.â You could no longer hold back the tears and they fell onto the mattress beneath you, darkening the white sheets.Â
âIâm sorry Sweetheart, but thatâs just not how the White Wolves work. You see, when we see something we want... â his face dipped down next to your ear as he whispered into it, âwe take it.â And with that he entered you with one long thrust. You cried out at the intrusion. Although you were shamefully wet, you hadnât been prepared for the sheer size of him. âOh fuck doc. Your pussyâs so fuckinâ tight.âÂ
There was no gradual build up. Just straight hard fucking. His balls slapped against your ass as he rutted into you, his pace unforgiving. You screamed out underneath him as you felt one hand wrap around your thigh, circling your already sensitive clit. âThatâs it sweetheart. Thatâs such a good girl.â You moaned as his deep sensual voice penetrated your ears.Â
You felt his grip on your hands loosen before it wrapped around your throat, pulling you up against his chest. He felt even deeper like this and your tears ran down your cheeks freely. You hated how every stroke of his cock made you shudder in the best way possible.Â
Your hands clutched at his around your throat as black dots started to appear in your vision. Between how breathless you were from the fucking and the crying, it was no surprise that you were struggling to breathe.Â
âC'mon sweetheart. Scream my name for me. Let everyone know whoâs fucking this pussy so right.â He didnât seem to care that you could barely breathe or that he hadnât even bothered to give you his name so you choked a meager Sir. He seemed to realise his mistake as he grunted his name into your ear.Â
âBuckyâŚ.â Your voice was hoarse.Â
âLouder.â He growled and you repeated yourself. âLouder baby, louder.âÂ
With air you didnât know you had, you screamed his name for him, the waves of pleasure crashing inside of you reaching their peaks as you did. He groaned into your ear as he kept rutting, riding you out through your orgasm as your body collapsed back on the bed. He thrusted a few more times before hastily pulling out, his seed dripping down onto your ass as he moaned unashamedly.Â
âWell fuck doc. How was that for strenuous activity?â You couldnât respond as he laughed, fabric rustling in the background as he dressed. âDidnât even pull any stitches either.â He mused to himself and you couldnât bring yourself to move. Shame washed over you like a tidal wave, pinning you in place.Â
You saw him walk around the bed, kneeling down as he came into view. âGet dressed.â His voice was firm, leaving no room for argument, but still, you didn't move. âFine. Stay like that and let the next guy who walks in see your wrecked cunt. Like I give a shit.â It was only at his brusque words and the reminder that this is in fact your workplace that you finally stood sorely. Your hands reached up to brush away the tears on your cheeks and you see him fiddling with your phone that had been in your pants pockets as you dress.Â
âWhat are you doing?â You barely manage to get the words out.Â
âJust getting your number. You never know when having a doctor on call will be handy in my line of work.â You tried to hide your scoff and failed.Â
âYour line of work? You mean terrorising the streets of Seattle.â You have no idea where this fire has come from and if you knew better you would have definitely kept your mouth shut.
âNo, I mean running a multi-million dollar enterprise.â You gulp, swallowing thicky as he stands his chest nearly touching yours.Â
âRunning?â You question, even though youâre not sure you quite want his answer.Â
âYeah sweetheart. Running.â His hands lift up and he slides your phone back into your chest pocket. And with a wink sent your way he slips out from the room, leaving you with a sense of dread for the next time your phone will ring.Â
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So ive followed you a VERY long time (like from the deviantart days lmao) and i only just realised that you were talking about ocd in that post. Just wanted to let you know that i have ocd as well and god it is exhausting and i know exactly how you feel! I finally start therapy for it in 2 weeks. Pls know that i love your art and you very much and appreciate everything you create and share with us. All the best!! X
Hey you, I know you! Thank you for coming to my inbox and sharing this with me, I appreciate that so much. :) I am SUPER happy for you that you are about to get the help you need, that is awesome. I wish I could have had it at the time!
(And oh boy, the good old deviantart days, haha! Always happy to have my longtime followers around! :D)
OCD is exhausting indeed. People who arenât affected canât imagine what a nightmare it is. I, personally, am more prone to intrusive thoughts than actual obsessive-compulsive behavior. When people hear âOCDâ, they usually think of obsessive hand washing or âleaving out every black tile while walking through a kitchenâ or so, while it can manifest in other ways. I didnât know back then. I just thought I was going completely crazy at the time. I think I mentioned my disorder at times but I never actually openly talked about my own experiences (where I come from, mental disorders are a big NO NO, because itâs all in your head, just pull yourself together, other people are ACTUALLY suffering, itâs just dumb thoughts, you just need to think positive, yâknow).
I kinda feel like doing it now. Just to get it out, and also to occupy my brain and hands and hey, maybe someone else can pick this up and find themselves in my own experiences. I sure know how relieved I was when I found out I wasnât alone with my what I thought was a âVery Weird, Unique and Niche Problemâ. Â
I gotta admit first - Iâm doing much better nowadays. Even my worst days, as horrible as they may feel at the time, do in no way compare to the hell I went through in the second half of 2015. I have come a long way since my last (and so far worst... omg, oof, I hope there wonât be another) episode of intrusive thoughts. But, oh boy, was it intense. Â It was the absolute worst time of my life, ever. Iâm not writing this to scare anyone. Anyone who is familiar with this, will know how bad it is and anyone who canât relate at all wonât feel affected anyway and will maybe even think something along the lines of âWhat the fuck?!â. I get it. It DOES sound crazy.
I have always been an overthinker. I always needed more validation and reassurance than other people around me and for the longest time I had no idea why that was. It was usually subtle - always kinda there but never strong enough to actually affect my life in a negative way. I just felt off at times, and not always super good. But I was generally ok, I could always manage.
Until that one episode that changed my life forever. I know that sounds dramatic but, even though I am in a good place nowadays, it sure DID change my life. I was 31, I lived together with my then-boyfriend and I still remember the exact date. Friday, July 24th, 2015. I remember the exact moment when my entire mind collapsed. Itâs so weird, it literally happened from one second to the other. I am not making this up to sound more dramatic, it was a matter of seconds.
I was on my way home after work and I felt⌠restless and stressed. It felt good to get off work (it was my first full time job and... it didnât go well, to put it nicely) but I was no longer really looking forward to my week off, and our trip to our favorite Open Air the following week. I picked up some dinner on my way, I came home, and I saw my boyfriend in the middle of the living room, he was making some preparations for our upcoming trip. When I saw him, tall and handsome and smiling at me, I smiled back but inside I felt like crying. My smile was fake. Kissing him felt weird, and also fake. And all of a sudden, there it was. The life changing thought:
âI donât love him anymore.â
A simple thought. I had weird thoughts before, like anyone does, but they never had any greater impact on me. This time, though, that one thought knocked me off my feet. Not literally, I had turned into a pillar of salt somehow. This was the Perfect Man Of My Dreams (at least that was what I thought back then). The man I wanted to spend my life with, the man who made me happy every day! How could that even be, how could I even think something like that?
I felt even more restless. I didnât tell him, of course. When he asked how my day was, I put on my fake smile again and said it was okay. We ate our dinner (although I had instantly lost any appetite), and I kept looking at him and the thoughts... just kept coming back.
You donât love him anymore.
What if you donât love him anymore?
On repeat. It was awful. I just couldnât shake them off.
Itâs the stress, I tried to tell myself. Youâre overworked. Itâll be good, you just need some rest.
But I couldnât relax. My heart was racing, my blood was pumping. I didnât know what was going on. I begged him to leave his work undone and take me out for an after work drink and he agreed. All the time, the thoughts wouldnât leave my mind. I didnât want to think them, but they were merciless, they just kept coming back. I felt so helpless.
A few drinks later, I had calmed down a bit, at least so much that I could stand to look at my BFs face again without feeling guilty. There you go, I said to myself, not quite convinced, youâll be good. Itâs already wearing off. When we crawled into bed later, I was tired and relaxed (and tipsy) enough to sleep and convinced that this was just a little glitch, that things would be just fine in the morning.
When I woke up, I felt exhausted. My heart was racing... and the thoughts came back IMMEDIATELY.
You donât love him anymore. You gotta leave him.
What. The. HELL!? Why are these thoughts still a thing? Why are they still there? Why do they keep coming back?
I kept trying to push them away but the more I tried, the more intense they became. As if they tried to spite me. I started losing focus on everything else around me, the world slowly started to blur. It was just Me And My Thoughts from here. I tried my best to hide my state, and I think I managed for a while, but I felt like a robot any time I talked to someone. When people would pick up on my confusion, I usually brushed their concerns off. Itâs nothing, Iâm good.
I mean... how do you even tell someone that you just. canât. stop. thinking. about whether you still love your boyfriend or not? According to the world, that is something you âjust feel and knowâ after all. Except that I didnât. I had no clue. I couldnât feel anything. But, according to the world, that was perfectly normal, too. âHoneymoon phase is over at some point, babe. Thatâs everyday life, you grow comfy, itâs no longer a flash of feelings every day, you know that. You guys have been together for a while after all, what did you expect?!â ... what I felt didnât feel like comfy everyday life either, though. Comfy everday life shouldnât come with high key anxiety, sleepless nights and a loss of appetite at any lived second. If that was comfy everyday life, I sure didnât want it.
So, what do you do when you have no clue about something? Right! Google! Go and ask the world! âHow do you know that you still love your partner?â, âIs the love gone?â ... I spent hours, DAYS doing that, but no answer I found was remotely statisfying (or maybe it was for a minute, but the reassurance never lasted long) and I felt that those articles didnât actually understand what I was asking in first place. I would spend every day like that. Permanently asking myself the same questions, analyzing myself, testing if the Big Feels for the man had decided to come back... nah, not really. Maybe NOW? If I just look at him close enough?! ... maybe if I squint a little?! Fuck, still nothing! Niente! Nada! I am a horrible person, aaah!
(Our open air trip was an emotional disaster by the way, I felt horrible all the time, and the permanent rain didnât help. -3/10, do not recommend).
If I had known at the time that I wouldnât spend just a few days but (more or less) six months with this shit... oof. I was already exhausted after those few days.
Over the course of the next weeks I stopped eating almost entirely. I just couldnât. This permanent tight anxiety knot in my stomach made me want to throw up at the mere thought of food. At my worst point I weighed 138 lbs (63 kg), at 6 ft 1 (1,85 m). I often joked about how I had almost reached runway model standard. I was sick, I was weak, I was scared, but I just couldnât eat and the bits I DID force myself to eat were burned almost right away by my crippling anxiety. (I still have clothes from that time, and I sometimes beat myself up for no longer fitting into them before I remember that I should NEVER fit into them EVER again.)
Instead I smoked a pack a day. I hardly got any sleep and when I did, it wasnât relaxing. Always in Fight and Flight mode. My body was at alert level any minute, any day. Iâm still asking myself how it could be that I never actually... collapsed. I was always tired, exhausted and malnourished... I dunno, you tell me.
The thoughts never really disappeared. They kept coming back in all variations. You donât love him anymore. You have to leave him. You may not want to, but you have to. You donât love him. I had very few âgood momentsâ in between but in those good moments, my mind was usually frantically looking for explanations and reasons behind all this. For ways to improve my relationship, to feel better about my boyfriend. I came up with the WEIRDEST shit. Almost every day I found something new that bothered me. One day he was a little boring. Thatâs it! We gotta go out more, do more stuff, thatâll change everything. ... aaah, no. Guess not. The next day, it was something else. The day after THAT, it was something entirely different again.
I was suddenly prone to making some HELLA weird impulsive decisions, too. âI gotta break off contact to that one person RIGHT now, THEN I WILL FEEL BETTER!â, âI gotta talk to my mom about THAT particular incident in my childhood right now, THEN I WILL FEEL BETTER!â, âI gotta make a trip to the mall JUST NOW, THEN I WILL FEEL BETTER!â⌠the decisions made total sense to me the second I made them, for about ten minutes at most, but the initial rush of relief started to fade again quickly and I frantically started looking for new solutions. Google was my best friend. I couldnât go a day without googling exessively. Overthinking, pacing, googling. Any day, any hour awake. Over weeks. A few months even. My mind was constantly reeling. It was a bottomless pit. Â
I cannot put into words how exhausting that was. Sometimes the idea of throwing myself out of the next window seemed SO tempting, not because I wanted to die, but because I wanted the thoughts to stop tormenting me.
(I was out of regular therapy at the time, btw. I thought about calling my therapist about it but never did it. I felt isolated, I literally thought I had to do this all by myself.)
At some point, a few months into it, I somehow transferred to zombie mode. The thoughts became a little less intense over time. They were never gone but not quite as nagging anymore. But any time I wasnât in alert mode, I felt just hollow instead. Sucked dry of any joy, of any emotion, of any sign of life. I just... functioned. Still tried to hide it. I dunno how well I did with that. Probably not at all well. I kept it all to myself, just because it felt that ridiculous. Tried to find excuses. âIâm just tired.â, âYou know, thereâs a lot going on in my head right now, but Iâll be good.â ... truth is that I donât remember a whole lot of that time, itâs all blurry. There are just a few significant moments.
Such as that one evening, after work, when I left the building, made a few steps and stood five (or ten? fifteen??? who knows?! not me.) minutes on the spot, motionless, because I could no longer remember my way home.
I got fired from that job, by the way. Iâm sure it was mostly due to low performance, I get it, but I canât blame my poor state alone - they were also assholes.
Anyway.
I had, of course, never stopped the googling and one day, after hours of browsing any niche I hoped I hadnât browsed yet, I somehow found a blog written by a young woman like me. The description tackled almost all of my thought patterns and I was blown. away. She asked herself the very same questions, with the very same twists, and... she even had a name for it.
ROCD. Relationship Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.
I cried for what felt like hours. Out of relief. There was a person in this world who knew exactly what I was going through. And she even had tips how to overcome it. It wasnât the first time I had heard about OCD, but as it had never affected me in any way before (I, too, associated it with compulsive hand washing and tile jumping), I wouldnât have thought of it. After doing my own intense research on the subject, a huge part of me and my life finally started making sense to me. Not much was known about ROCD at the time, but it kinda didnât matter anyway. What mattered was the OCD part. The subject of the thoughts is entirely interchangable. Itâs the chain of thoughts itself that has to be broken. Donât focus on the relationship. Break the chain instead.
The internet also recommended exposure therapy but as therapy wasnât an option at the time (weird German laws... regular health insurance covers only a limited amount of therapy lessons within a certain span of time and I had used mine up and there was no way I could pay myself), I decided to try it myself, the key points being:
* No more googling, no more reassurance. Learn to live with the uncertainty, learn to live with Not Knowing.
* Let the thoughts happen. Watch them pass by. Theyâre just thoughts, they canât harm you. Donât fight them, just recognize them and let them stay, theyâll get less scary over time.
* Focus on other things, as hard as it is. Try to occupy your mind and your body. Any minute you spend doing something else but brooding is a win.
It all sounded so very abstract at the time, but I was determined to give it a try. Oh gosh, was it hard. After months of emotional torment and getting used to unhealthy ways of coping, it was SO DAMN FUCKING HARD to NOT google. To NOT think. It felt like torment all over again. How was I supposed to just let the thought sit with me!? It was scary, I didnât want it! Just ONE little peek, only a second, come ON! I wonât do it again after that?!
Oh god, it was the worst, it really was. Trying to break the chain while I was so desperate to save my relationship was terrible. I honestly donât remember HOW I made it... but I made it. I somehow... clawed and bit my way out of it. I went right through the pain and made it. Itâs not actually a linear process but there comes this point (and I know a few people I met on online platforms who would back me up on this) when you know the worst is over. You just know it. Things werenât exactly good by the time the thoughts were history but I had reign over my own head again, I could actually SEE the world again, and that was worth everything plus my body weight in gold.
Iâll stop right here because the following months werenât about my OCD anymore, but about figuring out needs, figuring out myself and what I wanted from life and this particular relationship and itâs not quite relevant and another story. (I DID love my ex-BF but it turned out he wasnât at all good for me, I had ignored all the red flags for too long, and it didnât take long after this for us to go separate ways)
I hated this particular time in my life while it lasted but I have learned and taken so much from it. It has changed my life in so many ways. I learned that things are never set in stone, not for anyone. That there will always be uncertain times on our ways. That change is always scary. That itâs okay to be scared. That staying in crappy situations for the sake of it isnât always the right thing to do. Sometimes, doing the right thing (aka leaving a relationship that isnât good for you) can make you sad. Love does not equal compatibility.
Looking back, I am - in a very bizarre and twisted way - grateful for the experience. It was an incredibly important lesson for me that taught me to be kinder to myself, to look out for myself and to listen to my own needs. That I should put myself first at times. For the first time of my life, I really got in touch with myself and my own emotions. I learned to understand them, I learned where they come from. I learned to cut myself slack at times.
The list goes on and on, but you get my drift. I know myself inside and out at this point. That wasnât always the case. Not until 2016.
It still comes back at times. Not with such full force, but it keeps creeping back in, pretty much any time I have to deal with uncertainty in my life. Bad news at work, not hearing from a friend for a while that Iâm dying to hear from (inevitably thinking that they MUST be mad at me) or when I spot a few symptoms of sickness that Iâm not familiar with (I practically never get sick). Not Knowing What Will Happen drives me CRAZY. I hate uncertainty, I need my life to be stable and calm to fully function.
Now, in COVID times, itâs mostly the fear of suffering from an incurable disease. AGAIN. Iâm familiar with that, too. Iâm not even scared of catching the virus, I just fell right back into overthinking any symptom I have, even if itâs just a short pain in the neck or whatever (you know, things that one usually brushes off). When my life was busier, I was MUCH better at handling those thoughts. Most of the time, they didnât even come up in first place. Sitting inside and avoiding contact 99,9% of all times, and having little to no actual distraction (âreading/watching moviesâ doesnât help me personally, it doesât occupy my mind enough, I usually just stare right through the pages/screen), however, leaves FAR too much time for the thoughts to unfold, once they come up.
This subtle but lingering concern for my health puts my body into a permanent state of anxiety once more. Fight and Flight mode. The pace of my heartbeat is always slightly, but perpetually, increased. It isnât always outright panic attacks, itâs this constant state of having to be⌠alert. Something MIGHT happen, yâknow. Be prepared. Relaxing and doing nice things becomes almost impossible. Instead, I get tired and exhausted. Depressed, even. It sucks the joy right out of me. I feel like living under a glass dome. I see whatâs happening around me but I am unable to connect, emotionally. People keep living their lives and I can watch them, but I canât be a part of it. Itâs a deeply crushing feeling. I manage to somehow function but I donât really feel alive. My abandonment issues and fear of âgetting left behindâ kicked in again, too. I want to catch up and take part but canât so I stress myself over THAT, too. This only adds to the exhaustion and makes me feel even more isolated. Â
Hello, vicious circle, my old friend.
I didnât even realize that I had such huge potential to fall right back into it. It all started⌠I dunno, by mid/end of January?? Itâs a bit blurry this time. It is directly connected to Germanyâs recent lockdown, though. A massive case of Not Knowing How Things Will Turn Out. I failed to take better care of myself in the past few weeks. And now Iâm here. AGAIN. Ugh.
But well, as I said, itâs not as bad and, as I said, I have at least learned some important things over the years. In this particular case of intrusive thoughts, the first rule is: NEVER GOOGLE SYMPTOMS. And never google shit like âchances to survive (whatever illness think you have at the time)â, either. The mind longs for reassurance but googling symptoms is BAD, as we all know by now. Itâs not even reassuring when you do it. Because youâll inevitably end up diving through the vast internet for HOURS, picking up an entry that some person named Kevin made on a cancer forum way back in 2004, saying that his uncle died the next day after finding out he has cancer and that is, OF COURSE, what will happen to YOU, too. There is no other way. YOU WILL DIE.
Excuse the text walls. I took an opportunity to ramble about my own experience, for the first time ever since it happened (not including the few short talks I had with the few people I met on internet forums).
To anyone who made it this far: Thank you so much for reading. It sure felt good to write this down for once, even if itâs just a short summary (yes, really, I mean, weâre talking six-ish months here), and the descriptions fall woefully short. If anyone affected by the same happens to read this -Â I am so, SO sorry you are suffering so much. You are NOT alone and you are NOT weird. Talk to someone. Open up. To your doctor, or you therapist, if you have one. To a person you trust. It is the worst but there are ways, there is help. I wish I had known at the time it started for me.
You know now. :)
P.S.: DONâT FUCKING GOOGLE:
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First Lines Meme
Tagged by @nikkxb -- sorry it's taken me so long to get to this, lmao
Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!)
See if there are any patterns.
Choose your favorite opening lines.
Then tag 10 authors!
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I just kinda went to my recents on my google docs, so this is gonna have a mix of stuff, some original stuff too. ye :3 but I'm starting with fics that I currently have posted online. All of them are the first paragraph of the update that's in progress
Favorites have bolded and italicized titles :3
1. Sobriety || KouKag
Kagome had three sessions of therapy so far and she wasnât fully sure how to feel. She knew it was helping her, but she was left feeling so.... raw and open after every session that she felt like she was just back pedaling and it was hard to cope with. A part of her wanted to just stop altogether and go back to self medicating, but she knew that this was just part of the process. The first couple sessions were going to be hard because there was just so much to unpack, but her therapist was nice and calm and patient with her. She really had to thank Kouga again when she saw him later today.
2. 100 Arms, 100 Years || KouKag
This was the fifth day that an offering had been left in front of Kagomeâs door for her. The fifth time she would receive the carcass of a large animal that she wouldnât accept. The fifth time that Inuyasha found himself in front of her and KikyĹâs shared hut and bringing the carcass to the village for her. His fifth time taking the credit for a hunt he had no part in. He had to admit, this was quickly grating on his nerves. He hated the attention that he was getting from the villagers now. They praised him for shit that he didnât do. That, and he didnât want to be praised for anything. It was bad enough that he practically had the Sacred Jewel within his grasp and wasnât able to use it to become a full-fledged youkai, but now he was being celebrated as a hero by some mere humans? Keh... theyâre lucky I donât tell them what this is all actually about. I bet they wouldnât be so happy then. He sniffed and scratched at his nose. He talked a big game, but Inuyasha knew deep down that he would never do anything to hurt them. If he did that, that would in turn hurt KikyĹ and he couldnât do that to her.
3. Big God || KouKag
Kagome let out a frustrated huff as she shoved her phone into her pocket. She then plopped down onto the couch, tucking her legs up underneath her and curling into Kougaâs side. âThatâs the fourth test weâve ran, and we just... canât figure out what the hell that stuff is... Itâs so frustrating!â she grumbled.
4. You are the Moon || KouKag
Kagome took care of dinner that night, going out to pick up a few things she would need before returning home and cooking. Her mother tried to talk her out of it, but Kagome insisted, wanting to give her mother a break for the night and do something nice for the family. She missed them, and she wanted to make up for being gone for so long.
5. The Demon of Nabewari Yama || KouKag
Kagome let out a small huff as she looked up at the mountain she was heading towards. She had been traveling for several days, bordering a week now, looking for somewhere to settle. However, all the villages she had come across already had a miko or monk residing there, and if they didnât, they didnât want one. To be fair, there werenât many villages she had come across between her hometown and here, and sure, maybe she should go further out after completing her training, but it was still just a little frustrating.
6. Seasons of Love || ZelGan
Zelda looked herself over in the mirror, and the corners of her lips pulled down into a small frown. Her hair was pulled up into an extravagant updo, several locks braided and pulled into the bun that rested on the back of her head. There were some flowers pinned in as well, all of them white in color. She would have preferred something with a pop of color, so they would stand out against her hair; but she figured that, in the end, everything had to match her dress.
7. Gerudotown || ZelGan -- Title may change for this, idk lmao
Ganondorf let out a grunt as he dismounted from his horse. The beast was large with a jet-black coat and a matching mane. He gave the steed a pat on his neck before handing the reins to a stable boy, holding back a chuckle from the look on the boyâs face. He was certain the child had never seen a beast so big, nor a Gerudo, based on how he was looking up at Ganondorf with wide, disbelieving eyes.
8. Shit, Let's be Pirates || DaveJade
Jade ran down the dirt path leading to a hidden beach. She had just gotten out of class and was eager to go down to the coves. She wanted to find some cool shells and snap a couple pictures for her biology class. She always went above and beyond in that class, but she just had a passion for marine life.
9. Changing Fate || ZelGan
âYou canât possibly be serious about this, father!â Zelda snapped indignantly. Her hands were balled into fists at her sides and her face was contorted in rage. King Rimoll let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. They had been at this âconversationâ for what felt like hours. He didnât expect it to go this badly. Of course, he didnât expect it to go well in the first place, but this was beyond what he anticipated.
10. Moon Bonds || KouKag
All Hallowâs Eve.
A powerful night for witches and magick users alike. A night that better helped connect them to the spirits of the earth and those who had been lost. It was a night that Kagome looked forward to every year. The surge of magick that tingled under her skin and filled her very being... by the goddess it was an amazing feeling. And this year would be even more delightful and powerful.
11. Princess and the Pirate || Amuto
Growing up, Amu had been told many stories about pirates, everyone on her small island had. But Amu felt as if she had heard more than most. Her mother would tell her tales before bed about the pirates on a ship called the Emerald Line. Despite the name of the ship, its hull and sails were completely black. The only speck of color was the pirate flag it flew, which was emerald green and depicted a cat head with crossbones beneath. It was also known to be the fastest ship to sail the seas.
12. The Black Card || KouKag
Kagome paced around her room in her tiny apartment, struggling with picking out an outfit. It was her first day off in a while and she wanted to look cute, seeing as she wouldnât be restricted by her, somewhat lenient (semi-strict?), dress code at the bookstore. However, she also wanted to be comfortable, so she was at a bit of an impasse. It wasnât really as big a deal as she was making it out to be, but she was exhausted and she hoped that dressing nice would throw Sango off her trail. With a huff, she finally settled on a nice sundress she had stuffed in the back of her closet, one she rarely wore and almost forgot she had. It was light blue in color with a floral print.
13. Harvest Moon || KouKag
Kagome stretched as she woke up that morning. She opened her eyes and saw the torn-up ceiling and frowned to herself ever so slightly. She had moved into the country several days ago and had only recently started working on repairs that her home needed. It was a pretty large house, but the rent was extremely cheap. The only downside was she had to pay for the repairs, but in all honesty⌠she wasnât too bothered by it. Apparently the house had been abandoned for years. No one was really sure how long... but Kagome could take a guess that it had been at least a decade with how worn down and dirty things were.
14. Memories || Original Fic - No Pairing
Lotus looked around at the scene before her. It would be an easy job, simple. She could do it in her sleep no problem. She scoffed and looked at the man beside her. âReally? You need me for this?â she asked. He turned to look at her, a scowl on his face.
15. Any Way the Wind Blows || ZelGan
Zelda woke up to the sun on her face. She grumbled and grunted, rolling over onto her side on her small mat. She opened her eyes and looked out ahead of her, at the grass and flowers swaying in the breeze. Her stomach gurgled and she placed a hand on it, a grimace on her lips. Food...
16. Found || KouKag
When Kouga had heard that there was a disturbance along one of their borders, he had been prepared for anything. He pulled together a team quickly, not taking all the strongest warriors, making sure to leave some behind to protect his pack. They ran off, ready to fight. Ready for anything.
Anything except this.
17. Interlude IV (Showtime) || KouKag
O Signore, per amor del tuo nome, perdonami la mia iniquitĂ ... Perciocche ellĂ e grande
Kagome sat there in the street, blood seeping through her clothes and soaking her knees. Tears continued to stream down her cheeks in a never ending flow. Her breath kept catching in the back of her throat as she tried to force down her sobs. Her hands were curled up into fists, pressed against the pavement, soaked in blood and in pain from being clenched so tightly and pressed so firm against the rough asphalt. Regret, despair, and guilt crushed her heart. They squeezed tight, holding onto her and keeping her trapped in the moment. A moment sheâd rather drink away and forget, only for her guilty conscious to bring it back in her dreams at night, keeping her away from the blissfulness of sleep.
18. Bubblegum & Nicotine || Original Fic -- Astrid/Loki
Astrid opened the door to the apartment and latched her keys onto her belt loop. She then bent over to pick up the bags of groceries she had set on the ground to unlock the front door. Once she had crossed the threshold into the house, she raised up her right leg and kicked the door closed behind her. With a bit of a grunt, she hoisted the bags up a tad higher and made her way to the kitchen. She set them down on the counter with a thud and took a moment to catch her breath. She may be in good shape, but carrying several pounds of groceries up three flights of stairs because the elevator was out? That would wind anyone.
19. We Are Complicated || Bubbline
Bonnibel Kaugummi entered the school and was quick to drop her things off in her locker so she could head straight to the Student Council room. She grabbed a couple of her books out of the locker and shoved them into her messenger bag. The tan colored bag complimented her uniform, which consisted of a grey sweater, a red ribbon tied into a neat bow, which was neatly tucked underneath the collar of her white button up shirt underneath her sweater, and a red plaid skirt. The red accents to her uniform identified her as a Junior, and they complimented her red-orange hair and rosy complexion.
20. The End of All Things || KouKag
Kagome let out a soft sigh as she curled up in her spot on the bench, bringing her legs up to her chest. She was sitting out on the small deck that overlooked the garden in her backyard and watching the rain. It was fairly cool out thanks to the constant drizzle that had begun early that morning. The sound of it pattering against the ground and roof that extended over the deck filled her with a sense of calm, a calm that she desperately needed right about now. Working as a nurse wore her out. She loved her job, of course, but gods if it didnât have its trials and tribulations. She had been working almost every day for a solid two weeks now, covering shifts for people on top of her own. Thankfully she had a couple of her shifts taken from her after being at the hospital for a full 24 hours at one point in time. Today just so happened to be her natural day off, and she felt pretty great about it.
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