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luvendiary · 2 years

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the advisor / edmund pevensie

edmund pevensie x Reader

a/n: hiii. i've been aching to write for him for a while now, and due to the lack of content for him i decided to take it into my own hands. it might be a little rusty at parts, but i like the idea of it, so i hope ypu enjoy. as always, let me know what you think. requests are open <3

summary: being the king's and queen's advisor came with many surprises

Your arrival to Narnia had been fortunate for the King’s and Queen’s reign. You had arrived one fateful day, after having fallen asleep on your backdoor patio while reading. When you eventually woke up, you were not in your patio anymore, instead a tall figure mounted on a horse stood a few feet away from you. He was wearing a silver shimmering crown that glowed as the sun hit it. You immediately shuffled back as you tried to get as far away as possible from the man in front of you.

“Don’t be afraid,” the man said as he dismounted his horse.

That didn’t stop you from being very much afraid. You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything, so instead you frantically dragged yourself backwards while simultaneously trying to reach out for a stick or something you could defend yourself with.

“No- stop that, I wont hur-” the man started, however, his words were cut short as you pointed a branch at him. He simply raised his hands in a bored way, prompted by his actions you stood up, without lowering your weapon.

“Can I talk now?” he asked.

“Where am I?” you replied.

“You’re in Narnia,” he said. Up close, and without the sun blinding you, you could see that he was actually rather handsome. He had dark brown hair, kind blue eyes, and a sharp jawline. He was dressed in weird clothes -beautiful, but weird-, he wore a thick dark green cape that was embroidered with intricate silver patterns over a white silk shirt, and brown trousers. Overall, he exuded an air of regency, (which could be mostly given by the fact that he was also wearing a crown), however, you would not allow yourself to lower your guard.

His reply only prompted more questions. How could you have fallen asleep in your garden, and have woken up in the forest?

“Have I been kidnapped?” you asked.

The man laughed, and he lowered his hands, to which you jolted your stick at.

“Put that down, will you, if I had wanted to harm you, I would’ve already done it”, he said, as he swiftly swept his cape away, so that a seathed sword came into view.

“I really don’t understand how that is reassuring,” you replied, the branch not leaving your firm grip.

He sighed and just extended his hand. You eyed it for a second, and then looked at him before returning your gaze to his hand as you promptly shook it.

“I’m Edmund Pevensie. It’s nice to meet you”.

“I’m not telling you my name Edmund Pevensie, for all I know, you might just be a well-dressed murderer”.

“He did say you were quite ‘peculiar’,” Edmund said as he chuckled. He turned his back on you and went to mount his horse again.

“Wait. Where are you going? Are you leaving me here?”

“That’s what you wanted, didn’t you?” he asked in a mocking way, as he sat on top of the horse.

You lowered your weapon and sighed, “Well, not really. I mean, you brought me here -beautiful place, by the way- but I’d like to go home now, please.”

“I didn’t bring you here, Y/N.”

“Then who di-?” you paused as you came to a sudden realization. “How do you know my name?”

“He told me. And He told me where to find you as well”.

“You do realize that most of the things you’ve said at this point haven’t made sense, right?”

He laughed once again, you seemed to amuse him, “You are breath of fresh air. I’m sure my siblings will have no problem getting along with you,” he said. “Now, if you wan’t answers, you can come with me, if you don’t, you can stay here,” as he gave you your options, her extended his hand towards you.

You pondered your options for a moment: mounting a horse with a total (handsome) stranger, or stay here, in this (admittedly, beautiful) forest. Unfortunately for you, you would have to choose the first one. You sighed and dropped the branch before making your way to him. Before taking his hand, you eyed his silver crown and then looked at him.

“Am I supposed to bow?”

He chuckled, endlessly amused by your behavior, “I think we’re past that now.”

You chuckled as well before taking his hand, and being pulled up by him to mount the horse. When he was sure you were secured, he turned his head to the front and patted the horse’s neck. “Take us home Phillip, please”.

The horse apparently understood, as it neighed and apparently nodded before turning around and galloping to God-knows-where.

That had been nearly two years ago, when Edmund was merely an 18-year-old boy. Now, you were running around the castle grounds, making sure that everything would be perfect for his birthday ball, where single ladies form all around would presents themselves to him as future possible wives and queens. He didn’t have to choose a wife, however it was now a tradition since Peter had had one the year you had arrived, at the request of the Beavers.

“At least give it a try My King,” Mrs. Beaver had said. And so he did, however, he didn’t chose a queen, something that disappoint every available lady in Narnia and beyond.

So now, here you were trying to make ends meet so that Edmund could have a nice birthday, and he could pick a queen.

“Do make sure the trees are happy, they look their best when they are,” you said to a maid.

“Yes, My Lady,” she replied.

Even though you weren’t exactly royalty, being their advisor/ representative/ local magic healer, amongst other unofficial duties, you were treated like the next big thing.

“Oh, and also the food must not go in the ballroom, but rather in the conjoined rooms. The satyrs have agreed to pass out drinks, haven’t they?”

“Yes, My Lady.”

“Perfect, and the centaurs will be receiving the guests, right?”

“That has been taken care of already, My Lady,” a voice interrupted the usual affirmations of your female companion.

Edmund stood in front of you with a grin. The maid immediately excused herself, not before wishing him a happy birthday, to which he offered her a sincere smile and a gracious vow.

“Good morning Ed, I suppose you’re getting ready for your big event,” you said as you flipped through the stack of papers in your hands which were filled to the brim of things you had to take care of.

“Actually, I was about to ask you if you wanted to go for a ride,” he said as he joined your side.

“Ah, I wish I could, but unfortunately, I have a lot of things to get done for the party,” you replied, taking a quick glance at him.

“Phillip does miss you,” he said.

“I’m sure he does,” you said in a sarcastic tone. In reality you could imagine he actually missed your mare, Kamaria.

“Come on-” he started,but he wouldn’t get the opportunity to finish his thought, since you heard a voice calling to you from the other side of the gardens. It was Susan, who has pointing at her wrist, indicating you were late.

You groaned softly, “God, I have to get my dress fitted,” you said as you covered your face with the papers. “I’ll see you tonight!” you spoke as you started to make your way to Susan, to which Edmund wanted to say something, but a sudden thought halted your steps.

You ran up to Ed once again and threw your arms around him, “Happy Birthday, your majesty,” you said up to his ear. You felt him wrap your arms around your waist and hug you tighter. You eventually let go, praying that your face wasn’t as red as it felt. You looked at him one last time and as you ran towards Susan, you looked back and yelled “Save me one dance, will you?”

You saw him laugh softly, before going to face Susan.

“Oh Edmund, please dance with me!” she said in a sing-song voice.

“Be quiet,” you hushed and gently nudged her.

“Just kiss already.”

The night had been lit up by the various candelabra that gave life to the ballroom, as well as the stunning gowns and dress robes that the guests were wearing.

You stood by the King’s and Queen’s thrones, always at their left side. You were wearing a beautiful gown that had been tailored just for you, which made you feel like a star. However, you knew that was not the case, this night was not about you, it was about Edmund, and the girls that came here to be courted.

Once everyone was settled in, trumpets sounded throughout the room, which prompted the guests’ attention to move towards the thrones. Peter, Susan, and Lucy stood up, and the room cleared out for them in a semi-circle. They were to choose their first dance now.

Lucy went first, she immediately went up to one of the satyrs that were passing out drinks and asked him to dance. He happily agreed, as he set down the platter on his arm and bowed to her. Susan went next, she graciously picked one nice looking guy from the crowd, and curtsied, he returned the gesture by bowing. Last, was Peter, you saw as the girls in the crowd straightened their posture. You smiled at that, knowing that if you were in their position you would’ve probably done the same, it filled you with endearment towards the girls. However, you soon saw their posture deflate, and their eyes fell on you. You came to the sudden, and mortifying, realization that King Peter the Magnificent was standing in front of you.

Your eyes went wide, and as much as you wished to ask for an explanation, you couldn’t.

“Can I have this dance?” he asked, a shit-eating grin on his face.

You saw Susan trying to hold back her laughter at your reaction as she gave you an encouraging nod.

Turning your attention back at Peter, you felt as if your blood has been drained; you were used to being the center of attention, however, this felt different, it was as if you were being judged by your own people. “Peter, what the fuck?” you whispered harshly, as you offered him a tight-lipped smile along with your hand.

Since having arrived to Narnia, you’ve abstained yourself from cursing, mostly because you knew that people here weren’t as used to it as you were back in the twenty-first century, however, sometimes you just couldn’t help it.

“Ah yes, always with the sailor mouth,” he chuckled, as he led you to the center of the ballroom. “You don’t see that a lot back home.”

“So you’ve told me, but what you haven’t told me is what are you doing.”

“Is it so bad that I want to take my advisor out to dance?” he asked, positioning his hands on your waist.

“Not at all, my king, but I’d rather not be the target of the death glares coming from the fine ladies here,” you replied just as the music started to fill the room.

“Then you’re going to hate what comes next,” he said, you could hear the grin on his voice. You tensed under his touch, and he felt it immediately, as he spun you around and smiled. “Enjoy yourself Y/N, don’t worry. You’ve been doing that a lot lately.”

“What do you mean Peter? What are you guys up to?” you were starting to get worried now.

“You look beautiful,” he said as a reply. “I’m sure he’s thinking the same thing.”

You remained silent, a silent confused noise was the only thing that escaped your mouth as he spun you around again. It was obvious that he was playing a game, and he was refusing to give you any answers. From the corner of your eye you saw Orion, his usual stoic expression seemed a little off, he was looking at Edmund, who was now making his was to the stairs in front of the four thrones, meaning that he was now going to choose a woman to dance with. Not just any woman, but the one that could possibly be his next wife.

Right on cue, the music came to a swift stop, and Peter set you right gracefully. He then bowed and offered you his arm as support.

You knew Peter, and you knew the Pevensies. You knew they would never do something bad to you, or something that would make you uncomfortable in a way that you couldn’t handle, so why was it that you felt dizzy with nervousness?

“Relax,” Peter whispered reassuringly.

“I’m trying,” you whispered back.

“Just so that you know, you never had to worry about anyone else,” he spoke. “He only has eyes for you. Ever since he found you in the forest.”

You gasped softly. The sudden realization about who he was talking about all along dawned on you. But it couldn’t be, could it? You were so lost in your thoughts, that the gasps of surprise, as a certain king approached you didn’t seem to faze you.

“Would you do me the honor, of conceding me this dance?” Edmund said, as he asked for your hand. His blue eyes were soft, and they shimmered with the light of the room. A small (and beautiful) smile adorned his features.

Peter smiled at him, and then at you. Shocked was a small word to describe your state at the moment. Never would you have imagined this was how the night was going to go. Still in your state of shock, you were barely aware of your hand moving to be in his, and of how his fingers wrapped around it as if they were welcoming you home.

“You look beautiful tonight Y/N,” Edmund said while taking you in.

“Ed…what is this?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“I’m afraid not,” you whispered as the music filled your ears once again. “When I asked you to save me a dance, this wasn’t what I meant.”

Edmund inclined his head a little, so that he could look at your eyes, “I’m mad for you Y/N, and this is my way of telling you that. I wanted to sort of give you a heads up, and maybe even propose today when I asked you to go for a ride with me.”

“Ed, listen…if this is a joke…”

“What? Why would you think this is a joke?”

Your eyebrows furrowed, it all seemed too good to be true. You knew your relationship with him had always been sort of playful, borderline flirtatious maybe, but you’d never thought that your feelings were reciprocated.

Lucy was the first to find out about your feelings for Edmund, albeit it was not because you had wanted her to, but because the young Queen was so observant that nothing went unnoticed by her. Of course, after Lucy found out, Susan did as well and she was not going to be subtle about it. So one day, as you were making some jewelry as a gift for the fairies for your upcoming diplomatic trip, Susan barged in and demanded to know everything, Lucy rushed behind her, trying to get her to calm down as to not frighten you. You had thought that Peter didn’t know about your ‘secret’ but after tonight, you were starting to think that you were a little more oblivious than you had previously thought.

“Ed, I- I don’t know. I just… this is,” you tried to explain whatever it was you were feeling. You were confused, overjoyed, overwhelmed, you felt weak and powerful at the same time. You felt as if you had been put on a pedestal the moment Edmund chose you, as if the fact that he had picked you in a room full of beautiful girls made you worth looking at, but you also felt exposed, as if the same fact meant that you were now like a piece of meat on display.

Edmund’s eyebrows furrowed. “Listen Y/N. I don’t want you to force you into anything that you don’t want to do. I don’t know how you feel about me, or if I misinterpreted our relationship. What I do know, however, is that this is not a joke or a prank, this is truly how I feel about you, and that I will make every effort in me to make sure that you have the life you deserve, whether that is with or without me. I know that there’s no one else in this room, or in the entirety of Narnia or even Archenland, for that matter, that compares to you. I want to spend the rest of forever with you Y/N.”

You were left speechless, and the silence was loud. The music had dissipated along with Edmund’s words. He kissed your hands and with an adoring gaze got down on one knee as he took out a beautiful silver ring from his pocket. The ring had an amethyst in it, your favorite stone, and your birth-stone as well. You gasped, and your hands flew to your mouth, the room gasped along with you.

“My dearest Y/N, would you do me the honor of being my wife?”

You saw Peter, Susan and Lucy beaming at you. They stood by their respective thrones, Lucy held on to Peter’s hand tightly. You looked down at the dark-haired boy in front of you. His eyes never seemed to leave yours. Your chest filled with warmth and you allowed yourself to relax, a soft smile appeared on your face as soon as you gave him a soft nod.

You would be honored to be called a Pevensie.

“Yes my King, I would love to be your wife,” you replied as you extended your left hand, were he slid the ring into your nuptial finger. He promptly stood up and swept you into his arms as he spun you around.

The whole room exploded into applause and cheers.

“You are unbelievable Edmund Pevensie. You know that back in my world, skipping the dating stage is unforgivable, right?”

He laughed and pressed his lips to yours, “It’s a good thing we’re not there then, yes? Because now I can tell the world how lucky I am to call you my wife.”

You giggled and burrowed your nose into the crook of his neck, “Not yet charming, we have to go through the actual ceremony.”

“Yes yes, formalities my love. If it were up to me I’d have it done tonight.”

“You’re starting to sound like Peter there Ed, maybe marriage will make you more impulsive,” you replied as you giggled into his neck.

“Maybe,” he said as he pulled back a little, just enough to see your face and press his lips against yours once again.

“I love you Ed.”

He smiled, and his eyes took you in, he didn’t need to say it back, you knew he had already. In every action, and every moment you had spent together. But he did, and your heart soared.

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katyspersonal · 12 days

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What are your opinions on our Lord and Savior Gywn?

He didn't save SHIT!! He took the perfectly (?) functioning humanity and ruined it! Look at it, it got Hollowing!!

Okay, I am making the 'Marika is a MILF Gwyn' jokes here and there, but 1) Marika is a bit more of a straight up cold and mean person, all things considered 2) Yet she still has enough nuance, and a lot of her actions might be written on reasonable fears and 3) Gwyn is even MORE nuanced than Marika, from what I have concluded so far! Laurence is a similar kind of sinner too. Comparison of the characters that share a trope is helpful for my thought process, so bear with me a little! With Marika I see a more direct disdain and fear before the very nature of life, cyclic and treacherous, uncontrollable, being meant to perish one day but with new life sprouting from it, and thus doing lovely things like shunning Crucible-related lifeforms. With Laurence, we have enough evidence so far that beasthood was not created by Healing Church but something already lingering in the human code after Pthumerians and Loran, so ambition to seize and control it it was risky but understandable!

But with Gwyn, we are confirmed that human nature itself is dark, undesirable an terrifying, as well as how he sorta had the chance to see it 'in action' during uniting with humans to take war on dragons. And also in Dark Souls the cyclic nature of Ages is just a fact, and it would make sense that should Age of Dark come, he and his family would be the first to go as beings of Light. It is a combination of things: his kind being in true danger and not just "risking to lose power", the treacherourness of how political allyship simply works (your today's ally country against the common enemy could tomorrow ally with someone else to start the war on YOU) and simply the not-so-metaphorical horrors of the Dark itself! is not a speculation, the dangers are RIGHT here!

Gwyn messed the natural order of humanity in a way that I personally dislike and express it on multiple occasions: trying to get rid of what's barbaric and dangerous yet natural and not accepting that there is no light without shadow, or life without death. But I also feel sympathetic because he had a legit reason to fear the darkness within men. In is not as much philosophical but a literal concept in Dark Souls lore. He acted out of fear, backed up with a precedent, and it brought the ruin to himself and everyone else. Writing this I'd say he sorta falls for the type of a person I can only like in fiction but resent in reality. I guess I don't need to explain what kind of people this is, paranoid "but for a valid reason", being "preventive" with their drastic measures.. Good intentions path to hell self-fulfilling prophesy blablabla. His specieism doesn't help his case in the slighest. Ironically, all extremely human behavior of him!

(LOL thank you based Goldmask as usual xddd) At the same time, he is not entirely corrupt with the power he seized and used to strip humanity of what was natural for them; he, in the end, committed to what he believed was better for everyone and sacrificed HIMSELF too. I can respect the cunning and machiavellian person who, in the end, is above the vanity of a 'savior' and can give themselves too, not only others. He also did share his power with some humans, showing that he can take kinda benevolent choices even with those he fears. Yeah, part of calculated risk could be there; dude gave the city and his daughter to the Pygmy to, again, preemptively avoid some animosity. But in the case with the four kings, did he HAVE to? Or Seath for that matter, who is a dragon, another species he doesn't like?

I find it hard to detect 'truly' corrupt people in Soulsborne setting in general, and yeah we can fiddle with 'nuanced character' and 'everyone is morally grey' forever and never discover THE big bad we'd love to hate. But, out of those big bads, I think he deserves the benefit of being seen as a way more nuanced character than the corrupt leader the most! It is the case where he should not have done anything, but also should not have NOT done anything.. Soulsborne is eager with placing characters in a position and knowledge where every choice is wrong and they just pick a poison for themselves (and everyone else xd). Jokes about "haha people in power moment" are still mostly jokes for me. He is sympathetic in a way not like I think I'd have done the same (let's be real, I revel in darkness gfjjghk) but in a way where I understand too much to feel negative 🤔

#though you can NOT take my word since I apologize aldrich and mico lmao #dark souls #dark souls 1 #gwyn lord of cinder #I say all this but after writing all this I feel like liking him more xd #closer examination helps!#also sorry this is not my average infodump essay I just need more time!#i try to cram more DS lore in my brain but it gives me 'STORAGE FULL REMOVE SOME BB/ER LORE' error gghhh #again I just need (more eyes on my brain) time xd #also am I tripping or I had ask about Gael too?#i need to fix my inbox its so broken #but also yes advantage of asking my DS opinions is that they're ACTUAL opinions #and not autism xd #ask replies

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blueparadis · 2 years

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▏rose bath ▏k.hitto ▏

CWs— female anatomy, she/her pronouns, voyeurism, sensory deprivation, edging, praise, established relationship. 0.5k word count.

notes — part of sizzling sextember. also tagging @lalunanymph

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Kakucho was laying down on the bed with his chest against the mattress being half-clad in boxers. He was barely awake when you almost jumped over him after taking a shower. Last night was long and awake. He has not left any part of your body unmarked.

Within just a month, your married life was not full of horrors as you thought it would be. You wanted to feel him again, his cock burried inside you as he fucked you witless, the same coiling orgasm that made you scream from the bottom your lungs.

Kakucho shifted a little before leaving the bed. He was already leaving? You cleaned yourself properly so that he can have you again, seath his cock in your gummy walls. Being younger to him came with certain cons. Like he could see right through you, almost could read your mind. When you asked how he can do it, he simple said he loved you leaving you speechless.

“I’ve work. You need to wait till I come home.”, he blurted out without hesitation watching you sit in your white bathrobe on the bed. But you wanted him , you wanted him so bad that you did the unthinkable. What does a child do when they are deprived of there toy? They throw tantrums , don’t they? Moreover, you did not wanted the morning shower to go waste.

“Why do you think I need you for that?” as soon as your response faded Kakucho's eyes shone in surprise watching your hands slip under your nightgown. You bunched the clothing near your pelvic to spread your legs further. Kakucho stood and watched as you touched your folds slowly, sloppily.

“Use two fingers”, he commanded. Even though you have been naked in front of him many times you still felt embarrassed pushing two fingers inside you. “That’s better.”, his praise made you move your fingers roughly, string enough that could feel the same burning orgasm in between your legs.

You rested your body on your knees as he walked toward you. He was getting hard but he did not bother with that since he was a man of great self-control. “Are your fingers doing well there? Do you need my help?”

Of course, it was not enough but you did not want to give him the chance of being soaked in victory. You bit your lips hard enough to have your begging moans under control. But Kakucho had a better idea for you. He kissed your lips dryly and pulled back watching your frustrated eyes roll heavenwards.

“at least kiss me”, you begged, “Kiss me please”, and you were rewarded with something else. He held your wrist depriving you of aiding the pooled orgasm in the core of your vagina and sucked the fingers clean. Your eyes flared in surprise at his behavior. He was impressed that you came without his help, touching yourself and thinking of him as he stood in stoic face, watching you cum. What a blessing to start a day!

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thedepthsoffandomminds · 7 months

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The subtleties of the Force - part four

A/n: this part is a little shorter than normal.

You are from this world, but at a convetion you stumble into the world between worlds, eventually falling into the Star Wars galaxy. Slow burn Anakinxreader content due to reader trying to keep the timeline straight.This is a long one, as I had put all chapters below so strap in. Begins at the start of AOTCFem reader, I hope you enjoy.

Click here for part one

Obi-Wan opens his eyes, looking around himself at the cell, he is strapped to a table, his arms pulled out to the sides. Across the room he sees, you, Anakin and Ahsoka in the same positions.

"Anakin? Can you hear me?" He tries to call out without alerting any guards. Anakin lifts his head, blood stained his clothes and face.

"Obi-Wan?"

"What is happening? Anakin, your arm?" Obi-Wan's eyes were locked on to his Padawan's arm, ending just below the elbow.

"Dooku." Anakin breathed out. Exhaustion wreaking havoc through his body.

Ahsoka moves and groans against her restraints.

"Snips?" Anakin asked.

"I'm alright, master." She Huff's out the words. "We came to save you." She winced.

"Good job, snips." Anakin tried to laugh.

With your eyes still closed you listen to them, your mind danced with memories that don't feel like your own. No it's not a memory, it's what may yet come to pass.

"Anakin," you breathe out his name, "no matter what happens to us, you must choose to stop the Emperor." It hurts but you force out the words.

"Y/n, what are you? Are you…did he hurt-"Anakin couldn't finish his sentences.

"I'm alright, we're alright." You think the words and Anakin understands your meaning.

"Thank the gods." Obi-Wan sighed.

"Listen to me, Palpatine has control of Padme's mind. None of this was her fault. If she has not yet she will give up the Jedi's location." You try to keep your thoughts strong and neutral. "R2 was on the ship, we managed to get a message out to them before…before we were taken." You squirm against the table you had been strapped to feeling the sabre at your back. "You all have to stay strong." You say finally.

"You're right y/n, if we wish to be any help we cannot continue to succumb to this game." Obi-Wan agreed, "We have already weakened his side. Ventriss has been dealt with. We just need-"

A door sliding open behind you all made you each still and close your eyes. Heavy boots walked in. Ahsoka is unstrapped by the Bounty Hunter, his face still covered. He drags her toward Obi-Wan.

"Your involvement in all this caused my father's death, so I'm taking something from you." His words seathed and Obi-Wan knew who he was.

"Bob's, I'm sorry about your father but is shooting me not good enough?" He raised his head to look at him.

"I'd kill you all if they'd let me, but apparently the Emperor wants him and wants what's in her mind." Bob's laughs, "you're just a bit of fun!" Turning quickly he drags Ahsoka beside him, her strength rendered useless by the suppressor cuffs on her wrists. Her eyes look back at Obi one last time before she is dragged away. You feel the pain in Anakin's mind as a tear falls from his face and splashes the floor. The man you had fallen in love with was breaking in front you. You were supposed to stop it, it had been your reason for being there, for being in this world. Though you could no longer recall the world you came from, this world had become your home and you could do nothing to save it. You couldn't even speak.

"Is it true?" Anakin finally spoke, keeping his lowered. "Is it true what they said about the two of you?"

Your heart clenches at the words.

"I don't understand what you're asking, Anakin." Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes.

"Before I came here, someone came to me, they said you two have been, that they saw it in your minds."

"Anakin, no." Obi-Wan tried to argue.

"Is the, baby is it yours?" He finally raises his blue eyes to meet Obi-Wan's.

"Of course not! Y/n and I have only ever been friends. We have spoken about this!" Obi calls out.

"Anakin, there is no one else, only you. Obi is like a brother to me."

If he was honest those words did sting the older Jedi's pride, just a little, though he hid it well.

"I don't, I don't know what to think any more."

He is crying again and you struggle against your restraints hoping to get to him.

Imperial soldiers marched into the room surrounding the three of you. Count Dooku's foreboding body stepped into the doorway casting a long shadow across the room. Stepping you can feel the concrete he has for the two men radiating off him. Dooku walks over to Obi-Wan.

"What a disappointment you would be to my Padawan. The death of Qui-gon was a great loss to this galaxy. If only you'd done better." His deep voice cut through Obi-Wan like a blade. "Take him to the pits." He ordered. You watched as another of your friends was dragged away.

"Anakin, what do we do?" You scream into his mind. Anakin watches, fear filling every inch of flesh on him. Dooku spins to face Anakin pushing him hard against the table with the force.

"You, you are nothing. The faith the Emperor has in you is misplaced. You are not a chosen one, are you? If you were, you'd be able to stop this." His hand flew out in your direction and pain ripped through you. Though you try to scream, only a strangled echo emits from your throat.

"No, y/n, stop it!" Anakin's anger begins to rise. "leave her alone! I'll kill you!" He shouts, finally using his full powers to fight against his restraints. The metal crumples below the weight of the force and falls to the ground. Dooku backs up but does not cease the barrage of pain on your body. Anakin pushes himself off his knees and lunges forward to tackle the Count. Both fall back and you see them grapple for a moment before Anakin spins backward with a lightsaber in his hand. He ignites, the red painting his skin. He lifts the weapon ready to strike Dooku down when he hears you. Not ij his mind but your voice.

"Stop. Please don't kill him." You cry. Running to you, Anakin uses the sabre to cut your bonds and you fall against him. He struggles to hold you up with his missing limb.

"We can't leave him alive." He growls.

"Ani, no. Killing him begins your journey to the darkside. Please don't." You beg him through your mind. Anakin blinks several times, thoughts rushing through his mind and he lowers the sabre. The two of you turn to walk away when you feel a change. Swinging back and pushing Anakin aside, you dodge the Count's attack. Your body reacts before your mind understands what is happening and you have the older man on his knees, your hands wrapped around his neck. Drawing in a breath you resign yourself to this and use all the force you could muster to twist his neck, separating his spinal cord. The Count drops to the floor. Taking a few steps away from him you too drop, falling on your knees.

"Y/n? What did you do?" Anakin asks, his voice breaking.

"Anakin." Your throat has loosened enough for you to speak small words, but your heart has fallen into the pits of your stomach.

"Come on, we need to get moving. Make contact with the Jedi and find Obi-Wan." Anakin had clipped the sabre to his belt so he could hold his hand out to you. You don't want to take it, you want to where you are wolow in the self putty you were feeling.

"Y/n please?"

****************

It was in the ship whilst standing alone in the bathroom that you looked at yourself in the mirror. A small flutter in the pit of your stomach made you consider yourself. Closing your eyes you focus on your body looking through your blood and you see it, new life growing inside you, but wait that isn't just one, two new lives have begun to grow inside you.

"I'm pregnant." You think to yourself. Your body shakes with a new fear, the need to save Anakin and Obi-Wan greater than ever. There is a knock at the door and you quietly step over to it.

"Y/n, we are coming up on the third blockade." Ahsoka's voice calls through the door. You press the button to slide the door open and beckon her in before closing it once more. Unsure how to really tell her you search around yourself.

"What is it? Has something happened?" Ahsoka asks, panic filling her eyes. You shake your head and shrug. Taking her hand you do the only thing you can think of and place it on your stomach. The realisation hits her instantly.

"You're..? Oh, what does this mean? The timeline, it's back on track now that means everything will be okay." The hope she feels echoes in her voice. You shake your head.

"I don't know about that, but I have a bad feeling about this. Like I've done the opposite of what I was sent here for." You think at her.

"It will be okay, y/n we'll find them and bring them home. We did loads of missions just like this during the war." She smiles at you. Every part of you desperately wanted to believe her.

The ship shaking around you took you both out of your conversation and running to the cockpit.

"What's happening?" Ahsoka asked. Padme looked round from the pilot's seat.

"They are not accepting my credentials. I'm afraid they're coming in hot." The senator stood from her chair. "Don't worry, the troopers have been dealt with."

"Dealt with?" Ahsoka lowered her hand to her sabres.

"Please Padawan Tano, there is no need for violence." As Padme spoke a larger imperial ship docked onto the Naboo royal starship, rocking each of you slightly. You had a moment to look back at the Senator seeing her place a mask over her face before your mind fell to the noxious gas pumping in around you.

—

The Emperor's hand hovered over your head, his control over the force probing into your mind. Searching for any information you could give him.

"Hmmm yeeesss, remember it all. Show me everything."

For hours you had fought against him. Pushing against every wall he tried to break. Tears had long passed and dried on your cheeks. Your mind wriggled against the feel of his fingers worming through blurred memories until he stumbled on one. You're standing against the wall, dressed in a simple black dress, watching as your mother's coffin is lowered into the ground.

Pushing against him again the memory ripples away. Flashes of a life so far removed from this one flashed in front of both of you.

"No!" You burst the word through your mind. Closing every door, rebuilding each wall and pushing against Palpatine. Unsure of how you do it you are inside his mind. You see him as a child on Naboo, the young Sheev hiding away to watch his politician father. You feel his adoration for the Sith artefacts appearing in front of. The thrill of meeting Hego Damask and realising he was more than a businessman, more than a man at all. Yellow eyes welcomed Palpatine to the world of the Sith. You watch as Palpatine kills his own father and becomes Sidious as Sidious becomes senator, chancellor and Emperor. You see him slice through Plagueis. He takes on an apprentice, trains the Zabrak in the ways of the dark side whilst running his political career. You couldn't lie, the way he loved his double life was impressive, even to you. It wouldn't be long until Count Dooku arrived in his life and soon so did Anakin. You see him planning his course, his manipulations of the child known as the chosen one. Finally you see yourself looking back at him.

Sidious calls out in anger and reals away from you.

"How? How did you do that?" He yells at you.

You breathe heavily, exhaustion ready to take over your body.

"Enough of this. Bring me Skywalker!" He growled out men clad in red suits. How did this happen? Anakin and you had escaped your restraints, killed Dooku and were making your way to Ahsoka. You couldn't understand how everything had gone so wrong. It had been so many hours since that moment.

A broken Anakin is dragged into the room, no restraints held him as he falls limp on the ground. You try to call out to him through your mind, but he doesn't move. The Emperor laughs as he passes by you.

He waves his hand and lifts the Jedi into the air, with his other hand he releases your restraints allowing your body to flip down to the floor.

"You see here, Anakin Skywalker, I give you a choice. Join me and be my apprentice or I'll kill her." You hear his words and know what is about to happen. Pushing yourself from the ground you pull the lightsaber from behind you. The Emperor raises his hands and blue lightning bursts from his fingers. You feel the heat of it as you ignite the purple sabre, the lightning bounces off and hits the Emperor. A similar scene fancies in your memory. You chance a glance at Anakin who is no longer in the air but crumpled on the floor like he is in pain.

Of course he is in pain, he was shot and had his arm cut off, but this was a different pain. Like his mind was trapped inside the pain. Palpatine growls as the lightning courses through his own body, tensing his muscles so he is unable to stop. Slowly the power twists his flesh and he no longer looks like himself. A burst of strength goes through him and he manages to shoot a wave of force at you sending you flying backwards.

Much to your surprise you feel as a knife, a normal everyday knife slips through your skin just below your shoulder. Enough to splatter blood across the floor without touching anything major. You slump and land beside Anakin, who finally looks up.

"Y/n?" You don't hear his words as you slip unconscious.

Anakin pulls you closer to him, feeling your blood saturate his hand.

“There is but one way to save them, what is left of your family. You must choose, Skywalker.” The Emperor approached him, a hood covering his now deformed face. Defeated and broken, Anakin looks up at the man he had once thought would be a friend. A man who had enslaved a galaxy of people and taken the person who had given him hope above all others. Killed the man who had trained him and held the life of his Padawan in his hands.

“What must I do?” He asked through tears.

“Become my apprentice and destroy the Jedi order.”

“I can’t.”

“You must, or our dear Ahsoka here will die. Will you gamble her life as you did your master’s and the woman you love?”

You realise the Emperor is making him see things that are not there."

“You’re a monster.” He growls.

“No, I am an Emperor.” Palpatine cackles. “Make your choice.”

"Bow to me and kill all the traitorous Jedi."

Anakin breathes out slowly, those words, there was a warning about those words. He opened his mouth to talk, stopping when he felt it, felt you. A voice in his mind, quiet but there.

"Anakin, please. You must stay in the light. Stay with me. Anakin, I love you." His hand clutches at your body, holding as well as he can with one arm.

"I will never join you." He spits through gritted teeth.

"Then you will die with the rest of them." The Emperor laughed, throwing his head back as he did.

Anakin isn't sure what happens, there is a rush of activity, several Jedi dart around him and he briefly sees lightsabers dancing a duel. Then a ship is taking off from the platform outside. Two hands drop down to his shoulders and Obi-Wan's eyes appear in front of him.

"Give her to me, Anakin. You cannot carry her." He lets his Master pull you from his arms. Stronger arms clutch him from behind and help him to stand. Mace helps Anakin to a starship, Ahsoka behind them pushing Padme, still in her hypnotic state.

"Where is Y/n?" Anakin asks weakly when he is placed on a bed.

"She is close by. Rest Skywalker." He felt the gentle hand of Jocasta Nu stroked his hairline.

After situating you with the healers in the ship Obi-Wan drops into a chair in the main living quarters. His clothes are torn, he is missing his belt and top layer of Jedi robes. Blood stained his chest where the blaster shit had penetrated his skin. His lungs were beginning to ache with the efforts of the day.

"Well you have done, master Kenobi, rest you may now." Yoda took a seat beside him.

"How many did we lose?" He asks, sleepily.

"Too many. Waiting for us they were, once more into hiding we must all go." The grand master replied.

"Who is left?" Obi-Wan asked, not really wanting to know. Mace sat down across the room.

"Shaak-ti and Plo were killed. Kit, Eaoth Koth, Kellern Beq, Junda, Taron, and a few others are still with us. Not enough of us to fight again. We are returning to Anch-To. The younglings there need us." He announced the names and plan as if it was obvious. Obi-Wan nodded, finally dropping his head back against the chair and closing his eyes.

"We've lost." A single tear escapes his eye.

"We haven't lost, master." Ahsoka stepped up, "it's time we focus our efforts on training the new generations. Stay hidden until we are ready."

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Six months after losing his arm Anakin had a cybernetic one attached and held his son in his arms. He stroked back your hair as the healers helped to bring your daughter into the world. You aren't sure why but you're compelled to call them Luke and Leia. Some strange memory that clouded your thoughts. Anakin could not have been more proud of you in that moment, he would even tell people that no person in the galaxy was as strong as you.

Obi-Wan beamed with joy to see the babies, and cradled Leia against him.

"You'll be the best uncle." You say smiling up at him.

"It would be my pleasure." He laughed.

Obi-Wan didn't stay for long but helped Anakin to settle the twins into their baskets before leaving you both.

Anakin rested back on the bed beside you. His flesh hand stroking your face. ."it feels wrong to be so happy when we have all lost so much." He admits with a sigh.

"I know, there may still be a bigger fight left for us, but for now we can rest and just be a family." You say bringing his lips to yours.

"What happened at Padme's trial?" You ask.

Anakin puffed out his chest.

"It wasn't great, it took for members of the new council to break the conditioning in her mind. She is herself once more but still confined." He sighed.

"Well at least she can't hurt anyone now." You say as a yawn takes you over.

"Rest my love, I'll be right here." He pulls you into his side and you settle, his warmth comforting your aching body. You relished the feeling of him against you.

"Oh, I forgot. The mandalorians will be arriving tomorrow. We're going to set them up on the east side of the planet." He spoke quietly against your hair.

"That's good."

—

Four years later you stand by your hut watching your two children running around and laughing, Anakin chases them happily. He has recently shed the robes of the Jedi for a more comfortable linen shirt that shows parts of his chest. His sandy hair had grown longer still and curled up at the ends. Your son Luke's was beginning to grow just the same. It filled your heart with Joy to see Anakin so happy. Across from your home, Obi-Wan stepped from his own. A sleeping baby in his arms and his wife, Satine trailing behind him. When the Mandalorians had settled alongside the Jedi they had reunited and rekindled their love for each other.

There was little you remembered of your life before falling through the world between worlds. You no longer cared for it, this world had become your home. This was all that mattered to you. The threat of the Emperor grew closer with each passing year, but for now you ignored it and lived happily with your family.

—

R2's frantic beeping woke you from your sleep.

"What is it? Where is Anakin?" You ask the astromech. He whistles and wobbles his body before leading you out of the house to the temple.

"What do you mean? We've had no contact from the galaxy for years." You hear Mace state.

"Senator Organa made contact last night. He has sent a message." A droid said.

You see the flicker of a hologram and the old senator sparked into life.

"This is a message for Obi-Wan Kenobi or anyone left of the Jedi order. The Emperor has grown too powerful, you fought alongside us during the clone wars. We beg you to help us again. You're our only hope." The holographic flickers away.

"That is not much information." Mace sighs.

"There is this." Your son Luke speaks and you decide to walk into the room. He clips a data stick into the holodec and a diagnostic appears.

"They are plans for the Emperor's new ship. It's called a death star and it can destroy planets in seconds." Luke explained.

"There is a weak spot, just here," Anakin pointed to a spot on the hologram, "if we hit it, we can destroy it. We have the fighterships. We can take clone troopers and mandalorians with us."

"Very well, Skywalkers and Kenobi shall go, take as many as you see fit." Mace announced, "y/n you will go with a garrison, find the rebel base and extract everyone there."

"Yes Master Windu."

Anakin frowns at you before marching to the flight deck.

"Anakin?" You call after him.

"I don't want you to go." He said turning to you so quickly you stumble into his chest.

"Anakin, I cannot simply sit here and wait for you to come back."

He brushes your hair back from your face, wrapping his other arm around your waist.

"I know, we've been so happy, I hate that we are being thrown back into this." He beds and kisses your lips.

"If we do not go, our children will. They have strong wills and cannot be kept in one place. If we do this there may be a chance of stopping the Emperor for good." You remind him.

"I know, sometimes I forget they are almost adults. What about the little ones?" He asks, keeping you close to him. You think about it for a moment .

"Shin and Ahro will stay with the other Padawan's, little Shmi will stay with her aunt."

"I don't like leaving her, she is so young." Anakin admits.

"She is strong like her father." You bop his nose with the end of your finger. Having five children had not been the plan but a happy deviation nonetheless. Three boys and two girls were the lights of their father's eyes. He adored them with every part of his being.

"Okay you two, can you keep that mushy stuff to yourselves." You hear your eldest daughter giggle behind you. "We've got a job to do."

You and Anakin laugh.

"I'll see you on the way back in." He presses another kiss to your lips and you pull away from him. A quick hug to the twins followed by good lucks and see you soons before you climb aboard your own ship. Much larger than the fighters and ready to carry hundreds of rebels.

—--

You felt the loss of Alderan as the Laser shot through it, killing more people than you'd like to count. It shook the force and your mind.

"No time to lose, Senator Organa, are your troops ready?" You ask through the Comms. He agrees and you begin your descent to the rebel base on Yavin 4. There is a fight but the droids were old and slow so it took no time for your large ships to wipe them out.

As you guided people onto your ship from the ground you hear your husband over the the commlink in your ear.

"You guys ready? We're just about to blast this joint!" He laughed. You had to admit that this was Anakin's calling. He had always been one of the best fighter pilots in the clone wars, rivalled only now by his children.

"Almost there. Keep em busy." You laugh.the voice of a wookie catches your attention.

"Chewie!" You call out. It had been a long time since you had seen him last, years ago on Kashyyyk with Yoda. As you ran up to him the wookie threw his arms around you and pulled you into a tight hug.

"I missed you too buddy. What's going on?"

He makes a series of growls and moans in his own language and you roll your eyes.

"The Millenium falcon?" You breath out, looking at the grand ship.

"You're Solo, you made the kessel run in-"

"Under 12 parsecs!" The man called back to you. "Listen lady, it's great that you know who I am but no way am I getting on your ship when I have one of my own."

"Of course not. What's wrong with her?"

Your question takes him back a little.

"Nothings wrong, she just needs fueling." Han Solo crosses his arms over his chest.

"I have fuel tanks, spare ones. Let's get you flying." You say, an excitement for seeing the ship bubbling inside you though you can work out why. It was silly to waste time on this but how could you pass up on the chance to see the Falcon flying.

"The death star is blown! Y/n time to get going!" Anakin's voice came over the Comms and you knew something was wrong.

"Ani? Are you okay? The kids?"

"Fine we're all fine let's just get home."

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A new war began. The Jedi could not stay hidden any longer and into the new world of the Empire you all went. With your youngest children still safely hidden you head the army alongside your husband and Obi-Wan. Luke was now the head of the rebel flight unit and Leia had found herself as a general working alongside Senator Organa. Still even with everything going your way it didn't feel right. There was a voice niggling at the back of your head telling you something else needed to be done. Your husband must have been feeling something similar as he jumped awake, his chest rising and falling heavily.

"What is it?" You ask, rubbing his back.

"I don't know. I keep having dreams. I don't understand them." He turns to you. "They feel like memories, but not my own. It's like I'm watching things happen to me on a security feed."

"Wait." You sit fully up facing him, "you don't think you're having my memories do you?"

Anakin sighed, "I don't know."

"Should we talk to Obi-Wan?" You ask.

"Tomorrow. I want to spend more time with you, before I have to leave again." He pushes back your hair, cups your jaw in his hand and brings your lips to his. The kiss is soft and slow, like he is memorising the feel of you. He tries to ignore the communicator that beeps incessantly on the cabinet beside your bed.

"Anakin, sweetheart, we really should answer that." You say between kisses. With a word Anakin flings the communicator into the rubbish bin, which makes you giggle. He moves his mouth to your neck and your fingers grip his shoulders.

Bink bink bink

The doors bleeped, indicating someone was behind them. Anakin growled into your neck. With a soft smile you push him back.

"Duty calls my dear husband."

He drops his head down again, catching one last whiff of your scent.

"Duty calls." He huffed and stood up. Commander Cody stands outside the door.

"General Skywalker, we've had a communication from Leia, they are on Both. It has been some time since they had any contact with your son. General Solo has been sent out to find him." By the time he finished speaking you had walked up behind Anakin, panic setting in.

"Thank you Cody." He turned to you, putting his hands on your shoulders. "I'm going after him. Stay here, you're needed here."

You nod.

"Go get our boy." You say.

Anakin is gone before you have a chance to worry and you head to the command centre of your starship. The fleet you commanded was heading for Bespin, the floating cloud city planet. Intelligence had come in that a sith apprentice was there.

"Have we had any updates?" You ask the people in the room. One man in Beska armour stood. To allow you to sit.

"We have little, Madam Skywalker. But Cody and I believe we have a plan. There are several places along the underside where my team can gain entrance. We shall send you, Cody and three others of your choice into the belly."

You nod.

"Thank you Djin," you pick the troopers you want to go with you, it's an easy choice and no one was surprised. Hunter, Echo and crossfire stood behind you as you boarded the stolen Imperial shuttle. The rewired droids in the pilot seats got you easily through the landing guards.

"You ready?" Hunter asked you.

"You know, no matter how many times we do these things I've never got used to it." You admit to the four men. They laughed and shuffled about in their imperial suits. As you step out of the ship onto the landing platform you see a flamboyant man walking towards you. A cape draped over his arms, blew in the breeze.

"Welcome, welcome to Bespin. Please come in from the wind. My name is Lando Calrissian and this is my little slice of the galaxy." He assured you all inside.

"Thank you." You reply in the poshest voice you could muster. Lando leant down to you.

"I am sorry." He whispers before showing you to a door. "Please, please go in and relax a little." His eyes shift awkwardly between you all. Your heart feels like it might break though your rib cage at any moment as you press the button for the door to slide open. A man clad in a black uniform and mask sits at the long white table.

"Welcome, Madam Skywalker." You know that voice. Behind you all more men in black appeared.

"Inquisitors." Hunter Huff's out.

"Who are you?" You ask.

"You would not recognise me now, Madam Skywalker, it has been many years." He lifts his rounded mask. You could not deny the blue eyes that stared back at you.

"Dume? How? We thought you'd been-"

"Killed? No, just left for dead. The Emperor found me. He found us all."

"Alright enough with the reunions. Time to go!" One of the other Inquisitors growled, grabbing your shoulder and pulling you back to her.

"I don't think so, sunshine." Hunter pulled his gun from his belt.

Chaos broke out, the Mandalorians appeared alongside droids and everyone was fighting. You drew your lightsaber and fought as best you could, managing to put down the ninth sister. As you ran down a hall behind Cody you felt the heat of the blast shooting by your face and finding a home in Cody's back. He called out and lunged forward.

"Cody?" You drop beside him trying to pull him up.

"Y/n?" Anakin's voice comes over the communicator in your ear. "Y/n what's happening? I can't get your ship!"

"Ani! It was a trap, there are too many of them."

"Get yourself out!" Anakin's panicked voice shouted to you.

You clutch at Cody's clothes dragging him along with you, blaster shots just missing you until one hits you. Falling to the ground the last thing you hear is your husband.

"I have Luke, he's safe."

Part five - final part

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wutwutno1 · 9 months

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Can I request some J x reader comfort vore?

One J x Reader comfort vore coming up!

(Content warning: vore, insults, abuse, mentions of abuse)

"Stupid defective miscreant!" James roared as he hurled a glass in your direction. It smashes on the table next to you on the table you were standing on, barely missing you as it shattered into a wave of shards. "Can't you do anything right‽" He seathed with rage, every vein in his neck looking like they were about to rupture at the slightest prick. "I don't see why Tessa would even care for a defective piece of junk like you! Get out of my sight!"

You climb down from the table and dash away to the safety of your safe space, the supply closet. Digital tears threatening to show as you do so.

You had been cursed with a size defect since the day you were built. You stood at no more than four inches tall on a good day, and it's plagued you all your life. Tessa doesn't seem to mind your height, finding it rather cute, but her parents begged to differ. And they showed it constantly.

It wasn't long before you found yourself crawling under the door door with tears flowing from your LED eyes and sobs buzzing from your voice box. You curl up behind a mop bucket and lament in your perceived failings.

A few minutes later, the door opens with a soft click and creak. One of the maid drones, J, walks into the room holding a feather duster. "Jeeze for such a small robot, you sure do have a loud voice box," she sneered harshly, placing the feather duster down on one of the shelves that lined the walls. She flips her hair, her pigtails swishing. You don't respond to her comment, only sobbing slightly quieter as you try to stifle a hiccup.

J turned to the direction of the bucket, her face softening. Although she paints herself as an all important heartless managerial type, she still has a heart. J closes the closet door slowly, leaving just you and her inside. She slowly walks over to the bucket, her shoes clicking softly on the linoleum floor, and she kneels down on one knee. She leans over to see you hurled up in the corner with your knees tucked up to your chest, hyour head bent to rest on them.

"Hey, are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?" J reaches out her hand, laying it on the floor inches away from you, palm up, for you to climb on. You slowly stand up, your knees shaking, and you slowly make your way over to her hand. You crawl atop it and sit down. J brings you up to her chest and holds you in a hug, letting you wail into it. She presses her back against the wall and sits down on the floor.

"There there. Everything's going to be alright." J pats your back. Her voice was soft and caring, revealing a side to her few ever saw. "Here. I'll give you a nice place to calm down, how about that?" You look up confused, your crying paused, and J picks you up by the armpits with her fingers. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you."

J lifts you up to her mouth. Her lips part and she pushes you inside. You lay on J's spongy tongue as she closes her mouth, leaving you in almost total darkness. The tongue lifts and you slide backwards into her throat, which sucks you down into her depths below with a soft gulp.

J follows your trip down her throat with her finger until you reach her stomach, when she lays her whole hand across it. Inside, the mechanical flesh pulses, and yet don't move. The soft silence only being broken by her heartbeat and the occasional stomach groan. The warm flesh and calming atmosphere allowing you to let yourself relax. Her stomach was as soft as a pillow, and you felt all your worry melt away.

"There, now you can stay there for as long as you want. I need to get back to work." J stands up and grabs a broom. She pats her stomach before finally emerging from the closet. After several minutes, her warmth and softness lulls you into a nice deep sleep.

#murder drones #murder noms #murder drones j #vore writing #j x reader

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findinghomesomehow · 2 years

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REACTION TO NEWS OF KORN'S DEATH : The Theerapayankul Brothers.

Ok so I did notice it during the show, but now @summersoldier-barnes is responsible for making me overthink Kim here. Anyways let's go.

So the primary two reactions of the Theerapayankul brothers to Korn's death were : Kinn & Kim being seemingly calm about it while Tankhun brought is all the feelings and crying.

TANKHUN

He has the most normal reaction of all. He showed how a child usually reacts to the news of their parent's seath - crying, howling, breaking down.

KINN

Even though kinn seemed essentially calm about the news. He was actually very moved. He had to take a moment to get himself on track and remind himself of the role he's going to take over. He basically had to get his mask up and be strong even though he was breaking inside.

KIM

Kim's reaction, though projecting calmness as well, is different from Kinn. He takes more time in consoling Tankhun and making sure Kinn is ok (even if that's just by a look). His bigger priorities here are his brothers. He knows how emotional tankhun is and he knows what responsibility is falling on Kinn.

However Kim, when it comes to him, he seems more unfazed by the news. His expression before and after the news didn't necessarily change much. You could say it's because he masks his feelings better. And yes that could be it, but I'll throw in my not so normal thoughts here.

He is upset, yes I get that. But again we know Korn faked his death and it's very clear that Kim knows a lot more about Korn than anyone else. It's highly possible that Kim anticipated this move by Korn. Going back to the fact that Korn had called in Kim when he last came to the main house and we still don't know what they talked about.

Another thing is that if anyone knew about Korn's plan about faking his death, it would be Chan.

And this look cannot not mean anything. Kim looks at him knowingly. He looked at him with questions which he probably also had some answers for.

In conclusion, Kim knows a lot that we aren't getting to know and I need S2 asap for that.

#i definitely need sleep #this episode only left me with a heartbreak and multiple questions #kim knows ok?#he knows a lot more than is showm to us

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spencermyangel · 2 years

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Could you write a chapter in which after some years have passed by and a youmg genius girl comes to work to the bau and she looks just like Spencer because she's his kid dun dun duuuuun.

The kid is Cat and Spencer's daughter because in this os Cat was actually pregnant with Spencer's child but he never believed her. This kid did know she's Reid's daughter but never told him cos she didn't think he would care or would hate her for everything her mother did in the past. She has a rough past (you know... abuse, child neglect and that kind of shit) because, being cat's daughter isn't a easy task. And spencer is surprised at the fact he has a child but he's happy and sad at the same time cos he wasn't there for his daughter just like he didn't have his father growing up plus knowing the fact that his kid didn't have a great childhood and you know... just drama!

Oh and some auntie jj cos she's gonna be this childs godmother! Please?

CW - Neglect and abuse references, sexual assault mention

Spencer peered out of his office window as the young new agent Emily, who was now the director, had recommended to him. A young woman with a genius level IQ, and remarkable talent for the job.

He smiled as he noticed the girl let out a nervous breath as her eyes curiously darted around the room. She moved a piece of her long, curly, brown hair behind her ear, and began walking towards his office.

“Come in,” Spencer said when he heard a knock at his door. He stood up to greet the girl as she entered, “I’m Dr. Spencer Reid, you must be Dr. Saeth Bowen. Agen-” Spencer cut himself as he looked into her eyes. There was something so familiar about them. He quickly cleared his throat and continued, “Agent Prentiss spoke very highly of you.”

“Thank you, it’s so nice to meet you.” Seath reached out her hand to shake his.

Spencer awkwardly stared at it for a minute, “oh um, I’m sorry, I don’t…”

“Oh! Of course,” She lowered her hand, but continued to stare at him with eyes full of wonder and admiration.

“Um, well, your desk is just out there. Why don’t you get situated and then we can talk about what you’ll be doing.”

“Sure,” Saeth agreed, giving him one final glance before exiting his office.

“Hi, nice to meet you. I’m JJ,” JJ introduced herself to the new agent, with a handshake.

“You too, I’m Saeth Bowen,” Saeth smiled. She could hardly contain her excitement at meeting her father’s team. At becoming a part of it. The only thing was, she didn’t know how, when, or even if she should tell Spencer she was his daughter. What if he didn’t accept her? After all her mother had put him through, Saeth wouldn’t be surprised.

“Saeth?” JJ questioned, “that’s unusual.”

Saeth let out a laugh, “My adopted parents gave it to me. They are Welsh-American, adopted me when I was ten. I have lived between Wales and the United States ever since.”

“The unsub seems to feel abandoned, probably suffered abuse,” Luke theorized.

“Maybe they grew up in the foster care system,” Saeth blurted out.

“What?” JJ asked.

“Um, well,” Saeth blushed, “Abuse is common in the foster care system. Kids can also feel alone and abandoned.” Saeth avoided the team’s eyes as JJ gave her a sympathetic smile, gathering this was based on personal experience, based on how Saeth was adopted at ten.

Spencer considered this, “that’s a good idea, well done Saeth.”

Saeth beamed at Spencer's compliment, her smile not leaving her face all day.

When the team finally arrested the unsub, 20 year old Peter Brooksfield, he explained how he had grown up in the foster care system and when he was an adult he tried to connect with his biological parents, only to be rejected and turned away.

Throughout his story, Saeth tried to blink back tears. But as she felt a lump form in her throat and her eyes burned she quickly stood up, “sorry,” she apologized as she darted out of the room.

Spencer looked after her in concern, taking a step forward, but was stopped by JJ.

“Hey, let me talk to her, Spence,” JJ told him.

Spencer longingly glanced at the door, but reluctantly nodded.

JJ exited the room and rushed to find Seath. She eventually found her sitting in one of the spare rooms, her head in her arms as her shoulder shook.

“Hey, Saeth. Are you okay,” JJ sat beside her and placed a reassuring hand on her back.

Saeth only responded by shaking her head and continuing to sob.

“I imagine this was personal for you. You mentioned to me once how you were adopted when you were ten. Were you in foster care before that?”

Saeth nodded and mumbled, “I was moved between houses so many times, it felt like each one was worse than the last. But that’s not… that’s not why I’m upset.”

“Why, then?”

“My father. I want him to be in my life, to be my father so badly. But, I’m so scared he won’t accept me.”

“Oh, Saeth. I’m sure once your father got to know you he would love you. I don’t know why he’s not in your life, but if you want I can help you find him,” JJ offered.

Saeth shook her head with a sad laugh, “I already found him.”

“You have?” JJ asked with furrowed brows.

“It’s Reid,” Saeth admitted, “Reid is my father.”

JJ stared at Saeth wide eyed in disbelief. She tried to conceal her shock as she questioned, “how?”

“Cat Adams,” Saeth simply said, “Cat Adams is my mother. I was born Katelynn Adams. She wanted me to be named after her. I was immediately put in foster care.”

“Oh, Saeth,” JJ sighed, “Spence would still love you.”

Saeth shook her head, “I would understand if he didn’t. I mean, I know the whole story. I know I’m the result of sexual assualt. I know the pain my mother caused him.”

“She did cause him… so much pain,” JJ agreed, “but you didn’t. He would never blame you for what she did. Spence has always wanted kids, honestly Saeth, he deserves to know he has one.”

Saeth considered this, “could you help me tell him?” she asked, wide brown eyes begging JJ.

JJ smiled, “of course.”

“What’s going on?” Spencer asked, sitting down on JJ’s couch, “you said it was important.”

“It is,” JJ said, as she took a seat next to Saeth, “Spence, Saeth has something very important to tell you. I have to warn you it may come as a shock.”

Spencer anxiously looked between JJ and Saeth, as he began to rock slightly, the stim helping to calm his nerves slightly. “What is it?”

Saeth took a deep breath before speaking, “please don’t interrupt, I have to say this all at once,” she paused, only continuing when Spencer nodded, “I grew up in foster care until I was ten, when I was adopted by a couple. I call them my Aunt Efa and Uncle Rhys. I was in foster care because my mother was in prison and they didn’t know for sure who my father was. My mother is Cat Adams.”

Spencer took in a deep breath as he dug his nails into his thigh at the mention of the name that was the cause of some of his worst trauma.

JJ quickly moved positions and took Spencer’s hand in hers to stop him from hurting himself, “Hey, don’t do that,” she whispered.

Spencer took in a shaky breath, “and, who is your father?” he asked, but in his heart he already knew the answer.

“You,” Saeth confirmed his suspicions, “you are.”

Spencer was silent for a while, his brain taking in this new information. He had a daughter, who he had never known. He felt a horrible pain in his heart at the thought of his baby daughter growing up abused and neglected, memories of his own childhood flashing in his head, but he pushed this aside for the time being. They would talk about that later. Right now, Saeth was looking at him with anxiety as if she were scared he would reject her.

“I’m not perfect,” Spencer finally said, causing Saeth to look at him with confused eyes, “I have… issues. I have a lot of trauma, I’m autistic. I may not be what you wanted in a father. But if you want me to, I would love to be you dad,” Spencer’s voice broke as he spoke.

Saeth burst into tears and rushed towards Spencer, giving him a hug. Spencer froze for a moment before quickly hugging his daughter back, his heart warming. Both of them felt a sense of relief and belonging at being accepted by their family.

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pawsthec · 2 years

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I hate you

She truly didn't mean to peak, it was a simple misunderstanding. That Maid was in the wrong place at the wrong time and another maid, the favourite and Alcina's secret little lover, just so happened to also be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

She watched with horror as those claws tore through the maid as if she was butter. She heard the body hit the floor and heard that dark chuckle from her darlings lips. Her head went fuzzy as the next thing she saw was her lady tearing into the dead woman's arm as it wore chicken.

The maid gagged and Alcina looked up at her and her heart broke at the look of disgust. The arm fell from her mouth and her claws retracted.

She tried reaching out towards the woman cowaring behinde the door but she ran.

Alcina sat there on the floor of her Bathing Chambers in the pool of blood creating by the corpse silently crying as she looked down at her gloved hands in disgust of her own actions and fear of what would come.

She didn't see the maid until almost two weeks later, she hadn't arrived in Alcina's Chambers during the nights like she normally would, and she was silent as she watched every move made by the lady.

Alcina requested for her to follow her to the Opera Hall for a shred more privacy than the dining room surrounded by her daughters and staff provided.

As soon as they were alone the maid started crying silently.

Maid: are you going to kill me now?

Alcina: do you really think of me as such a heartless and cruel beast that I would harm someone I care deeply for?

Maid: you killed Clarissa without hesitation

Alcina: she had walked in on me changing into my clothes afte my bath, would you not protect your dignity?

Maid: yes I would, but I would do it by telling them to get out. Not by impailing them

Alcina: darling please, I need to explain myself

Maid: you don't need to explain anything, I am going back to the maids quaters

Alcina: *grabs her arm* wait!

Maid: Let. Go. Of. Me.

Alcina: please, let me just...

Maid: I said let me go you heartless and freakish monster!

Alcina: *silence*

Maid: *looks away*

Alcina: *disbelief* you didn't mean that

Maid: I hate you...

Alcina: (maid's name) dear, you aren't thinking clearly

Maid: *seathing and shouting* I fucking hate you!

Alcina: *clicks tongue* calm yourself, you are not thinking straight. I suggest that you think over your next words carefully

Maid: why?

Alcina: because... Because your words are harming me

Maid: Clarissa can no longer feel harm because of you

Alcina: *quietly* she was trying to make a move on me

Maid: what?

Alcina: she was...

Maid: no, I heard you. Is that why you...?

Alcina: I did try and tell you

Maid: that bitch, she said she would but I didn't believe her. Alci, I'm sorry for both not letting you speak and for saying those awful things

Alcina: I am also sorry for you having to witness my anger

Maid: *hums* truce *holds out hand

Alcina: *chuckles before taking the maids hand in her own and politely shaking it* truce, for now

Maid: what?

Alcina: due to our little disagreement, we have a few nights to catch up on. Do you really want to solidify that truce now or would you prefer...?

Maid: later, dinner is finished anyway. Shall we?

Alcina: *glad to have her old maid back* why did you change your mind so suddenly after I told you what she did?

Maid: *chuckles* Well, let's just chalk it up to old memories

Alcina: for my own safety and sanity, I will not be asking any more questions

Maid: *laughs*

#lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #alcina x female reader #alcina x y/n #alcina demitriscu #alcina x maiden #alcina x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #re village #re8 fanfiction #x reader #resident evil #re8 lady dimitrescu #re8 village #re8 lords #re8 shitpost #re8 headcanons

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krikidilly · 2 years

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A Mirror Sleeps

Ever since Niseru has begun living with Emmet as Ingo, he has dealt with nightmares nearly every night. Usually he can at least handle them by himself though..

Content warnings will be in tags but I will put them here as well: Nightmares, throwing up/emetophobia, strangulation and claustrophobia. Be safe

And thank you SOOO very much (kisses and hugs) to @tuusenarts for drawing the scene that was killing me💗

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A soft sigh breaks the stillness of the room as Ingo's heavily lidded eyes turn to gaze at the window, tracing the shapes of twinkling moonlight with his gaze. The tempting prospect of sleep weighed heavily on his mind, yet, something was keeping him from giving in.

He always thought sleep would be so peaceful back in ultra space, where time was merely a concept and his body had no need for it. Experiencing it now.. it frightens him. He hates the nightmares. Hates, hates, hates. They were cruel, dredging up every fear he swallowed down and shoving it in his face. He could deal with it though, for Emmet. He would take care of this body's needs even if it were as frightening as sleep! It was fine! Everyone has nightmares sometimes.. He could handle it. Pulling the blankets up to his chin as he shifted to lay on his side, he let his eyes close, bracing for what was to come.

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Blank.

That's the only word that felt appropriate for what Ingo saw. A blank empty room with him in the very middle. It was almost calm besides the unsettling pit of dread swirling in his chest. Nothing was ever calm in his dreams, and this room wouldn't be the exception. He sat, his nerves eating him alive as he waiting for something to happen.

Yet, nothing did. He blinked, tempted to laugh. His own subconscious was toying with him. He smiled and pushed himself to stand only to immediately lose his balance as a horrible tremor overtook him. He sputtered and coughed, watching in horror as a dark blue substance spewed from his mouth.

No, no, no, no. His mist began to seep from his eyes and mouth beyond his control, his hands slapping over his mouth to try and stop his horrid coughing but it wouldn't stop, his body wouldn't stop. At this rate he'd- "You deserve this."

The voice snapped his head upward, eyes dripping his condensed mist like thick, unyeilding tears. It was Ingo, another Ingo, glaring down at him with seathing hatred.

"Be rejected by the body you stole, reflection."

He sputtered, voice lost as he choked on his own mist. The only noise he could make as this duplicate grabbed his throat and wretched him from Ingo's body, was a desperate, choking, sob. Niseru twitched and shook as he tried to recover, his single eye staring at the duplicate in utter terror. He wanted to wake up. He wanted to scream, hide, find Emmet, anything. Anything that wasn't this.

No matter how desperately he clawed at the others hands, how he struggled and tried to beg, Ingo's grip wouldn't let up. No. Emmet's grip wouldn't let up. His eye widened and he felt his terror grow as in a flash that other Ingo had become Emmet, choking the life out of Niseru.

"You're nothing but an imperfect stand in. Your mere existence makes me sick."

Niseru shook his head and choked on a sob, his eye dripping down the side of his face.

He couldn't take this. He wanted it over now, now, now. He wanted the real Emmet, the one that.. at the very least tolerated him. If, that was even true.

"You know it isn't." The Emmet's voice dripped with venom, eyes filled with hateful mirth as his hands wrung the ultra beasts neck "You're good for nothing. Worthless."

The pain from being strangled he could almost bear but hearing his own fears echoed to him by the voice of someone he held so dear was something else entirely. It made the strength in him falter, hands falling away from the crushing grip around his thin neck.

Maybe it was better to let the dream run its course, deal with the agony and try to brush it off in the morning. Yet the moment he gave up, he was tossed to the ground. His mist echoed his cries as he meekly raised his head to gaze up at Emmet, but he wasn't there. Niseru was alone again.

Alone and trembling in a room that seemed more claustrophobic the longer he sat there. His claws dug into the floor suddenly when he realized it wasn't just a feeling, the room /was/ becoming more claustrophobic. The walls had began to swiftly close in on him as some horrible disembodied voice laughed at the sight.

He frantically clawed at the blank surfaces around him in some feeble attempt to escape but it was for naught. No matter how desperately he scratched at the walls and tried to flood it with his mist, nothing would stop the room from crushing him. His pleas for mercy were nothing but white noise.

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He awoke with a wail, trembling and still fighting against whatever had a hold on him, like a frightened animal. His panicked cries stilled for a moment, however, when he noticed how gentle the touch was. His eyes slowly focused to see Emmet before him, tears wetting his face. The real Emmet, his Emmet. His brother.

Dark tears rushed from Ingo's eyes at the sight, desperately throwing himself at his brother and clinging on, to the other man's surprise. His arms hovered around Ingo's shoulders before he pulled him into a tight embrace, rocking the both of them in a gentle sway. "It's okay.." His voice was soft, so much softer than the one in his dream. Soft. Kind. So kind. "I'm here. I always will be... You know that, right?" Niseru's voice caught in his throat as his mind flashed an image of that hateful gaze, making his body go tense if only for a moment. "Ingo."

"I know.." He murmurs, face burrowing into the other's shoulder as he took a deep shuddering breath. No matter how cruel his subconscious could be, he would trust Emmet, the real one, more than anything.

"Thank you.. Emmet."

A hand ghosts through his hair, gentle. Comforting.

"Of course, Brother."

And, Emmet would trust him.

#ITS HERE.#i will stay quiet on my in-tag rambling for now #so please enjoy Niseru fans #my art #falseimpressionau #my writing #submas #subway boss ingo #subway master nobori #subway boss emmet #subway master kudari #pokemon #pkmn bw #Niseru #cw nightmares #cw emetophobia #cw strangulation #cw claustrophobia

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loyaltyworn · 8 months

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@rxmlxw || continued from x. || cause i'm just gonna.

Unprepared.

It's word that doesn't process inside the weapon's mind. They are always prepared in their mission. Down to the last possible second. The smallest detail highlighted, gone over. Filed down to the barest part of itself so there are no mistakes. Mistakes get people killed. People that are not supposed to be killed. People that are his responsibility to bring out of the mission alive. Canonfodder to some in HYDRA's ranks. But the Asset? They've perfected his need to complete his mission to the point that he does not like losing those he has considered his comrads.

Or is it something else? Something deeper? Something he can't see? Or understand? Or grasp? Or know? Only FEEL the ghost of?

Yes. He's programmed to deal with the occasional twist. The inevitable times where even the smallest scenario that's been prepared for twists into something that isn't. What kind of weapon would he be if he misfires under pressure? One that isn't much use. And use is all that he is. All that he knows.

When the doors open to the guards. When Rumlow is face to face with a barrel that could erase him with the flinch of a finger. As well as each one of the others are? Including one pointed at him? It's not the shouting or the removal of safetys or dropping of bullets into chambers or clicks of triggers that the Winter Soldier hears.

It's silence. And stillness.

A slow breath that exhales into a blur of violence. His fingers clutch a blade because a gun at this closeness is damn near useless and that's the fault in their plan. Because the man beside Rumlow is quick to bury it into the temple of the one who would have ended his handler's life should Rumlow move an inch. The eyes of his would-be assailant were taken out on the blade's pathway there. An agony in one sweep of his blade that left the man screaming and the frenzy that started. Bullets fired. Not from their end but randomly and in a panic from their enemy's. Until one after another. The guns stopped. Fear. He felt and smelled fear fill the room deeper and deeper. From the friendly side, too. Bodies began to litter the floor. Bloodied. Blankly staring into empty space. Limp and lifeless with no hope of being saved. The last two died in quiet resignation. Damn near looking as though they accepted there was nowhere to run.

The last one was dead but still in the grip of a metallic hand squeezed tighter and he heard bone shattering. His head tilted. Skin and mask splattered in crimson. Dark hair hung in his face, stuck to his cheek. Blue eyes barely moved to the source of the voice. Only registering the noise once he noticed the warmth of the touch on his flesh and bone shoulder sinking through the leather. The touch to his cheek comes muted but it's enough to jar him out of his mindset. Blue eyes close and open back onto his last kill still dangling from his hand. He drops it. The body heavy enough to rattle the floor under his shoes. Seathing the knife out of his flesh hand into it's place at his hip, he reaches back with a steady hand and unclasps his mask now that they are alone.

Head bowed forward, he stares down at the body as if measuring the damage and without lifting his chin, he flicks his stare about the room.. seeing what he did through a curtain of dark hair before meeting Brock's stare through the mess, shielded behind strands as if it's on purpose.

#chapter thirteen: he's a ghost story. (the winter soldier)#featuring: brock rumlow (rxmlxw)#rxmlxw #this is me continuing this answer you did #from forever ago #cause i found it #and it is too good #so there!

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digitalsatyr23 · 9 months

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Dark Sparks - Dark Souls Bug AU

Okay, I have no idea if this has already been done (and I mean Hollow Knight is basically this anyway) but I just felt inspired by seeing artists and writers come up with AUs for some of their favorite IPs. With that little disclaimer out of the way, here’s my idea.

A long time ago in a distant forest, there lived great and powerful lizards. These lizards were masters of the forest, and lived so long that many believed they were immortal. If the insect denizens of the forest ever stepped out of line, the lizards were quick to eat them. Because of this, most of the insects lived beneath the forest. Then one day while burrowing tunnels, some of the insects discovered the First Flame deep below the world’s crust. Great sparks from the fire brought with it power and wisdom, raising the tiny insects up from what they once were. These insects were known as the Beetles.

Lord Gwyn (Firefly): Also known as the Lord of Sunlight, he was a king of the underground and had many loyal beetles under his rule, including his army of stag beetle knights. The power of his Lord Spark gave him the ability to manipulate light, as well as channel bolts of lightning he would later use to smite the lizards.

The Witch of Izalith (Bombardier Beetle): She and her sisters gained power over a burning caustic substance similar to the First Flame with their shared Lord Spark. Joining the war against the lizards, they weaved great firestorms to strike down the lizards and burn their homes. When the First Flame began to falter, the Witch of Izalith tried to make a new flame using her Lord Spark, but something went wrong, and she birthed the Arachnids of Chaos into the world. It is said that these arachnids still haunt the old tunnels beneath the trees.

Nito (Carrion Beetle): Once an ordinary beetle, he gained power over death and decomposition with his Lord Spark. His miasma proved to be the killing blow on the lizards, and after the war, he and the rest of the dead found a gigantic corpse of unknown origin which they buried and hollowed out. This corpse would later become known as the Tomb of the Giants.

Seath the Scaleless (Bearded Dragon): An outcast among lizard-kind, Seath was born without scales and envied his brethren. When he heard of the newly empowered beetles, he betrayed his people and told Lord Gwyn of his kind’s weakness to lightning. For aiding in the war, Lord Gwyn granted Seath a piece of his Lord Spark and made him a duke. Seath would later become a scholar and become increasingly isolated in his library...

The Furtive Weevil: This lowly beetle nurtured his Lord Spark while the others fought the lizards. He would later split his Lord Spark into countless pieces, raising up countless other insects that would collectively become known as the Swarm. Despite being a type of beetle, weevils would later be considered separate from other beetles (and thus not part of the ruling class) due to the Furtive Weevil’s lack of participation in the war.

After defeating the lizards, Lord Gwyn ushered in the Age of Fire. The beetles left their underground homes and climbed up the trees of the forest where they built great kingdoms under the sun. Ages past them by and before long the First Flame began to dwindle once more, so Lord Gwyn sacrificed himself to the flame to prolong the end of his era. It was clear, however, that this too would not last forever, so a plan was hatched to push other insects towards the First Flame as a source of fuel in order to keep the Age of Fire from ending. A primordial serpent (blind skinks) by the name of Kingseeker Frampt would aid this plan while another serpent named Darkstalker Frampt who act behind the scenes, doing what he could to usher in the Age of Dark. Meanwhile, a strange curse began to arise amongst the other insects where if one were to die, they would simply get back up later. However the more they died, the more a strange fungus-like growth would take over their body, eventually turning them into mindless undead insects. This process would become known as going hollow, for at the end stage of the curse, it seemed as if the insect were nothing but a hollow corpse that the curse fungus controlled. No one knows where the curse or the fungus came from, but as the First Flame grew weaker, the curse grew stronger. Slowly but surely, this brought the world the beetles and other insects knew to ruin.

A lone insect with signs of the curse was trapped within a great prison known as the Insect Asylum, along with other hollow insects. Freed from their cell by another insect, they would later escape the asylum with the aid of a raven and pursue a prophecy that would require them to ring two bells and ascend to a kingdom under the sun. Would the Age of Fire continue, or would the flame finally die out, ushering in the Age of Dark? Only the Chosen Insect would know for certain.

The World

The AU takes place in a vast forest where insect people have built cities made of rocks, sticks, silk, and other natural materials, all along the branches of trees. Anor Londo is a famous city that was built on the very top of one of the trees - or so they say. Beetles are considered among the ruling class, and they’ve even enslaved non-insect creatures that they’ve used for labor, warriors, and other roles. The characters and enemies you encounter are primarily different types of insects, but just about any creature you could find living in tree tops could be encountered. Demons, unsurprisingly, are themed after different types of arachnids, such as spiders and scorpions. I’d like to imagine the Centipede Demon in this case would be an arachnid creature that has somehow fused with centipede people to become a truly abhorrent abomination.

Bonfires are scattered all throughout the world, like normal. Resting at one is said to stave off the effects of the curse. You can kindle them with what I’ll call a swarm shard, which is a wisp of inky darkness that looks like it’s comprised of countless tiny insects. Rather than look like a beef jerky zombie after you die, your body gradually looks like it’s being taken over by a strange fungus which is worming its way through you from within. Using a swarm shard at a bonfire somehow burns away this fungus, effectively curing you of your infection until you die again and the infection has the chance to spread once more. Rather than collect souls, you collect sparks, which are warm wisps of physical light that all insect-kind covet. Lord Sparks, in this case, are especially powerful sparks that came from the First Flame and empowered insects such as Gwyn, making those who possess them effectively deities compared to other insects.

Overall, the world, mechanics, and characters are similar to Dark Souls, with the main part of the AU being about bug people, fungal insect zombies, and a strange tree top world with a similar vibe to Lordran but scaled down. Humanity translate to swarmlings, which are various types of insects separate from the beetles (with weevils being considered swarmlings for lore reasons mentioned above). The bug people are vaguely anthropomorphic but no obvious human features could be seen on characters. They’re still just as intelligent and capable of speech, though (as all animals would be in this setting). I’d also like to imagine that in a world like this, metal generally isn’t a thing so stuff like weapons and armor are made out of other natural materials such as wood, stone, chitin, animal bone, and stuff like that. Because characters are various types of insects, I feel like that should extend to the MC, so a “chosen insect” could a moth, ant, weevil, bee, or things like that.

Example Characters

Crestfallen Warrior: A lowly wheat weevil that has given up hope. Offers good advice but mocks your journey. Despite appearing quite ordinary, this weevil seems to know a great deal about the world and certain insects, so it proves worthwhile to visit him every so often, and he becomes much friendlier after you give him a gift of grain.

Petrus of Thorolund: A cleric awaiting other members of his church, the Way of White. Members of this church are primarily ants and are considered followers of Lord Gwyn, and Petrus introduces you to this covenant and can even teach you miracles. However, you can’t help but feel something is off about him. After discovering he betrayed Reah of Thorolund (an ant priestess), you learn Petrus isn’t an ant at all, but rather an ant-mimicking fly (Sepsisoma).

Solaire of Astora: A friendly eastern tent caterpillar man who wears a sun emblem over his armor. He seems fascinated with the sun and can often be found in brightly lit areas basking in its rays, though he can also be found in silk tents taking a break from questing. If you save him later and help him complete his quest, he cocoons himself and emerges as a beautiful moth.

Lautrec of Karim: A wasp man wearing unusual but brilliant golden armor that matches his black and yellow carapace. Found in a lonely prison cell along your path to the first bell, he seems standoffish, but still offers you aid against certain bosses. He can typically be found sitting across Anastacia of Astora, a strangely quiet cicada woman who appears to have had her wings plucked. One day you find him missing and Anastacia dead, prompting you to seek him out...

#Dark Souls #Dark Souls AU #Dark Sparks AU #Dark Souls Bug AU #Insect People #dark fantasy #my writing #fanfiction

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solardick · 2 months

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Uh. The Vatican has its own country of 500 people.

India 1,4 billion. China 1.4 billion. Canada. 38 million.

So what came first, the chiken or the egg? It’s so odd. Create the image, influences then come to being. … how does that work?… at any rate, the card works. Works as a powerful transmuted christian image. Helpd to pull the carnivorous nature of reptiles, dinosaurs and monsters into a positive momentum. Bearing semblance to magestic creators. Fear in knowing the dangers of its rebuke. If thats not too harsh of a word. Not knowing the still pressence of what should be radiating light. Warm rays of sunshine on a cool departure. Intimidation. Engagement is perplexing.

This card placed ontop of the deck. Centerd between the two 5’s of ten. The pope raising its hand. Two fingers to the sun. Pointing up about to infinity. Save that it can replace the pope card. Breaking out a barrier. balancing the equation between sexes.

Adds definition to strength as harmony. Clashes horrendously with waites magician. Belittling the serpent as a belt to hold up his pants with. Is that its purpose? Well people back then were fucked. Thats the generation that started ww 1 and 2….

It becomes the center card of the deck layout. And the pope card doesnt lose any signicance as it is p’aced above on a spot on high. A throne. Which he is clear’y occupying.

Anyway the two infinity cards from the tarot become the parents to the serpent. Showing the emperor’s holy lineage. Ideally the devil card 15 from tarot modified to the likness of the serpent shows from what the empress is descended from.

Connected to my personalize oO death card numbering 15 connects it again to the sex. Symbolizing that wanting inrush of potency towards the creation of kin. Or to what id expect it to be in reality. Those glowing red cheeks. Mmmnn. Theres nothing more beautiful.

So i was watching some gay porn just the other day and, i felt bad for the bitch. Poor guy. So i went and jerked off to a hot russian getting banged in a sports bar toilet stall.

Well think im just going to start smoking whole cigarettes now and stop ripping them in half, so the girl has less reason to swoon over me. Hate being psychic like that. Since her nature is like that. She locks on to a small detail of something that isnt up to standard or whatever and goes obsessive. Seek and destroy based on her own delusional egotistic set. But. Everything i do is wrong and over agrandized. Its like they all pretend to be my mother. While others do the same. Its on’y a problem if its coming from me. Hows its always been. Time to eeupt. Hurt me some more. Whole other around do worse. Yup. Thats life.

Oh no i no i daid atupid. Time to start freaking the fuck out in bits of over energized destruction! « Hey mom can we” ehat! I said can we…? What?! I said can we? Ehat?! I dont understand you! Blag blah blah. Ok start beating in my face. Sorry i suggested soemthig helpful and posiitve. Oh well, guessnom never talking to you again even ifbit was a life of seath situation. You would listen anyway. Just beat on me some more. While playing to good christian. To all the girls and boys. Fuck off.

Not allowed to escape that reality by the maneuverings of other people. Im here for the sole purpose of being fucked. Laways was. There is no such thing as justice in life. Only punishment. Theres bothign to learn in life except not to try. “Shouldn’t we try to fix this family? Maybe go see a family therapist?” Oh yeah right. No one else cares. You wouldnt even send me to thearapy to save my life. Why did i try?

Your all fucken dead to me. The only differenve i dont go out of my way to fuck your lives. And gere i am 39 years later still being raped by existance. Its all its ever been. Nothing to learn. No wag to grow. Just the same bs from others. The way its alway been. I do t want to be alive anymore. All life does is fuck with me by criminal minds. Unyilnyou lose your sanity and then get fucked some more vause theres actually a good excuse this time. Hahahahahha the world Always sides with evil. There’s noyhing in life for me and theres nothing to do. Dint really have much choice in the matter, being abused into suicide.

While i spend my days serounded by the corrupt, the criminal, the degenerates, the effeminate, the violent and the brains washed gay’s. God forbid if i rather not spend soemtime with members the opposite sex or the proactive masculine.

Now excuse i have to go get high for breakfast and waste the day. Its ok. Im used to it. 25 years and counting. And excuse me if i have flair ups soemtimes. Its alot of pressure. While i wait for yhe first aid training and possibly the organization of health and saftey. After all i may need to save your fucken lives one day. Yay!

A wise serpent without a dove isn’t very gentel now is it?

What?! Sorry i capuld hear you you spoke at the same time as the crows. All i heard was “Caw! Caw! Caw!” Oh, we’re going to be partnering up? Awh…… no. Considering you’re relying on a drug dealer to drive you home everyday. And thats the guy i get paired with. Well either that of the “dipshit” as everyone calls them. Talking about gays and dildos, and sagitarian rape court case and a pimp civic under various trafgic violations whom doesnt take working seriously? Uhm. The gay guy, the criminal, or the combination of the two? Uhm, well, i lose. While i get sexually harassed by a “22” year old whith a similar sounding name as the lygbbq organization that continued suggestion i was a cocksucker after i repeatedly asked her to stop. Durring 2022… ok. Sure why not. What door number is that. The exit door number 22? What is that the fireextinguisher convineently olaced next to the males washroom? Exinguisher number what? 22? What? My ninimum credit payment is what? 22? At the same time as they pulled this shit? Ok.

Am i supposed to learn somethign here? Or is my spyche getting drastically raped by evil? What card is number 22? Nothing by the tarot. Maybe the fool. Maybe the world card. Maybe that magically missing number 22. In the typewritter its thr star card. A naked woman pooring out the spirit. The bestowment of a hope to meet the dream. Passivity to the reception from the collective.

Im not allowed to have a life free from captivity and malicious influences. Why try? I literally don’t know anything else. They’r eproba ly just framing me up to spend the second half of my life in prison.

Om now the small buzz in bottoming and i think my coffe is wearing out. Think i beed to go take a nap.

If one used the wheel. Thinking astrologically. As the twelve seasons. Then thr minor arcana would all occupy a quarter season. The four A-1’s place in the center of the circle facing out. On yhe wheel. One is traveling up. While the current is pulling down faster then one can move. Is consistent the lunar/solar cross sections with that of a serpent. While one swims agaisnt the current, one will only slow the final destination. Until one circles around the circle to the last quarter of fears and dreads, now helplessly trying to swim away from it. Creating this complex based upon repression of lies and delusions as the explanation. To the coming fate. I hate astrology. A fear. And the will to not accept whats (not really) inevitable. Give in to the lie. For when one passes that descendant point the half way. One tries to swim for that balance. Towards the 6th card of the lovers. But, its a lost cause. While one is helplessly being pulled away from it.

… the right side of the circle is comprised of the wands to swords. The left side coins to cups. The angles are A’s and each zodiac house is assigned three cards. The semi-square angle holds a conflict card. The left side of the circle is the individual. Number one. He is surrounded by life affirming cards and accomplishments hard work and discipline. And the bounty of a happy home life is where it ends. One can rise to career or descend to the self and family. Resources ideals, dreams accomplished. On the right side of the chart is all the bad. A relationship to bs. Starts with a desire to leave home. See the world have fun with friends. And where one has to pay the penalty for being alive. It’s pretty depressing. As all things tarot. Which is here shown by the split natures of white and black both cancer and Capricorn share.

Maybe since there’s already an arian plan in opperation all future arians are forced down and oppressed from any divergence. Which isnt set and bound for them to attend. Mostly its just a trophy. Good’lad heres a loolly pop. There’s only death and sorrow if you go any further. Better save it for the militant going on and beyond the capricorn point. To death and war.

So when doing a reading with the minor. Its best to see where in the zodiac it is placed and see what planets are aspecting those degrees. The self then has an added layer of information that isnt neccesarly allocated to “fate”. One then takes the major arcana and plug in the proper card to the appropriete number based on cyclic repetition. Thats what a circle is. The only problem here is that circles are only found in nature in the form of pulses. A ripple in water. The ring of a tree. Its never singular. Beyond that of the sun and the moon. Or a bubble. Circles are never still. Always in motion. Growing outward until it fades. Relying on that drop in its center.

Now the minor arcana is paired to a planet and to a major arcana. Precision grows more clear. Complexity adds reaction. And the star card always fallows the threat, and violence. Which may lead into a world of metal illnesses. As the child tries to distract it’s attention into something else, for the violence goes counter to its well being. Creating a world of delusions and retractions from the world. Adopting a passivity to action. And further reception to something more pleasing. It being a dream. These conditioned dreams based from the collective reception of information, all gets poured into the same cup. There’s no segregation, no separation. One becomes what it is being fed. A desire to do good. And a motivation to be receptive. Like i said. Theres nothign to learn in life. There’s just punishment. Fromoutsode violebce while it being twisted as an echo to be villainized by. Where the origin of the destructive acts take a place of innocence. On and on. From time memorial. Do now the next moon card comes in and the one is screaming at the world. Causing a ruckus. Howling at the moon. To be futher punished by the “good”. Or to praying to god for salvation, or getting shitfaced drunk or using other intoxicants. Which are made abundant and always is easy reach. From time memorial. Cant even be int he seclusion of solitude. Without it. Sorry mom i’m smoking my brothers pot i found hidden behind my poster. In the same room im forces to share with him. Eith this dominant pluto opposition aspect. Fun fun. And well the world as shown me profusly that im just a bitch. Nothigs changed.

What i got an attitude problem needing correction?! No thats ok. Ill a nother beating after they just jumpednon my face. Ok. Sire why not.

Hey! Ho. Stop tellign at your daughter! Your other one detaching from reality right noe becaus eof it. No! I font want to sleep woth you. You have a boyfriend. Fuck off. Stop insisting.

God dames women stop being sexually suggestive! Im trying to socialize jesus! If i wanted to see you naked id just go watch some poor they’re way hotter than you. And if that was the case. I aint no single stand. Cant sleep eoth you even if i wanted to if i don’tt know what im dicking. Kind of hard to enjoy. Maybe the lesson here , Is that i should. Hey stranger. You got a pretty mouth. Wanna fuck? Why you making it sexual for. Now im turned off.

It’s fun to play with power words like this.

God

The son the father and the Holy Ghost.

Draw out the chariot! Move!

Careful what you eat.

-I expect there to be a top qualité Asian movie involving a dove and a dragon coming out. Hopefully it won’t be toO fif.

And thé on l’y appropriate letter to assign to infinity is temperance. Letter R. Not of it directly. But as the minusculed r. Becoming EFr. But this is a new area for me. So I don’ know. The minuscule R serves quite well as temperance’s white dove wings.

DEF as mother, son and father. As the 0-5 card speaks for itself. Def., equals absolute. A definite act. From nothign. O. If one extends on this the holy ghost as the emperors foundation is balances by the empresses dragon/devil card.

As E moves into F. F moves into the equalavent of a capitalized minuscule sembling letter r. Above and beyond that, one finds a straight line. Resembling the capital i as the sun and the minusculed L of the hermit. Or as the number 1 and another journey.

I cleaned her up, coloured her in and her prettier her’d up while, she did the laundry. 14-18

Though it becomes curious when one stops and writes. BRP and again it shows symbolism in motion.

- Doesn't this card just say R. The mirrored angle for the water is neat.

Chicken and the egg and all that. Temperance. On the study of letters.

#tarot #qwerty #tarotblr

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Demon Slayer:

Bloodlust arc. #3

Badum Badum Badum

That same feeling again… What would happen??

Badum Badum

The young demon wipe her eyes this time. Recognizes this is night time, but soon notices the small figure near her

“EEEEEK!”

Jumped backwards when sees it’s a single head. And it was disturbingly eaten. Kicked it away by reflex, pure demon stared it by thrill. This one is a mature man, she can tell he was rich by the short stylish black hair and glasses, which is broken now. Chakira don’t know why but fact that victim being rich, give her more stress

Ooof, i done this again. I can’t prevent it… i can’t prevent it…

She gulps the tingling feeling from her throat again. While calms her breathing she slowly standing up. Wipes her mouth

“Chakiraaa! Where are you again??”

Chakira turns to direction of that familiar voice. Soon recognizes the person, even he is transparent

Aah, i remember now. Oof..

“I am here, Mimikki-san”

Miko’s floating spirit stumbles even no feets touching to ground. Once look at the ripped head on ground but ignores it. Then look at back to Chakira

“Mimikki-san?” He raises a brow. But prevent his putting hands on hips “Who you call Mimik? How can you forget my name again?” He looking at her like about to scold. Yet he only grabs her hand and drag her away “Whatever, just stop waste time here… “

Chakira surprised to he can touch her again. But her mind was still on that ripped head. Eeped a little, but didn’t resisted

He was always that cold, right? I feel soo bad for this unknown man. But Mimik is right, i can’t struggle my mind. Also i don’t think i want to remember all those horrible things my instincts put me… Soo what i need to remember? That i am a monster now? Now my friend is ghost. He trying to help me not do bad things. But now what?

Chakira overload her head with such a things while Mimik keep pulling her. What were she supposed to do now? Do she have any more to do? What can she do? But Mimik seem somewhat rely on her. Maybe she can have to do something for him, she thinks. Her eyes down to her seath

“A sword? A chain sword, when we get that??”

Mimik stop pulling her and turns head “I told you, this sword was belonged to me” he repeated, again…. “And it’s a nichirin sword, a metal that can kill demons” slaps her hand when she try unseath it “And no! Don’t try to lay finger on it, like previous time”

While Chakira rubs her slapped hand, Mimik points something on afar. Chakira immediately see it, surprisingly sees soo well. A village? She can spot any person even. But those other spirits roaming around woods is still make her uncomfortable. Even someones looks soo weird, like mix of beings. She thinks it’s hard to describe

“You see there? Maybe we can hide in this village for a long. What you say?”

Chakira check her demonic hands again “It’s good for shelter, but… who we are hiding, Mimikki-san?”

Mimik trying to not get angry, but give a cold stare “Stop forgetting things. Demon slayers, Chakira, there is demon slayers. And don’t call me Mimikki-san!!”

“Demon slayers?” put one finger on her small lips

“Yeah”

“What are they? T-They hunt demons?”

“I think i told you before, but that’s exactly what they are. Even one trained better than any normal swordman practicing. Soo better not catched to one”

A shiver down on Chakira’s spine. There is a squad will kill her, just because this demon blood

I can’t belivie how many trouble this cursed blood comes with! I need to hide… and even cannot stay in one spot. Not only that, and i couldn’t even tame my demon instincts… But… but… how can they kill me? I-I… I was regenerating my any flesh! Ah…

Chakira looks down on her seath again. Carefully pull the nichirin sword out then examines, looks carefully the curvy metals on it. Soo with this she thinks. Lightly run down her fingers on the metals and blacked flex in it, don’t want to make Mimik angry again. Draws it high, spin it with her fingers around. Soo light or i overpowered swings it and sword tip droops, swings it again and sword gets normal. Chakira kinda tested it in awe

“Soo?”

She keeps stare at the sword. Not saying anything yet and think about something

“Mimikki-san…”

“I said don’t call me Mimik!”

“I… I… can’t stay like this, right? I can get normal again, r-right?”

Now Mimik raise eye brow again “What are you talking about?”

“I.. I wan to fix this…”

“Don’t even try it, just listen to me and-“

“Because of me you in this situation!”

“No you not! You were in demon instincts, remember?”

“I-I just mean, m-maybe we can turn it backwards”

“What??”

“Turning into us human back… t-turning into your body baaack…”

“And how you think you can do it? You are a demon, remember”

Chakira furrow brows, this hopeless feeling is getting intense each second. Same as demonic feeling, she afraid to lose control anytime. She can’t stand to stay like this soo she want to do something about it. While she can still think about it. Looks at the woods one more time

Her face filled with worry and fear now “I-I just need some solutions…”

Uuugh, now she make that face. How she think she can turn back into human? We managed to survive few days, but this is not the best surviving decision. I can’t help her like this…

The demonic face of Chakira still reminds Mimik of past times, even her face changed a little. She is the same girl with oddity toughts and cheery smiles. It’s sad she lose her smile. More sad she still hopes. Mimik looks away at this, turn his eyes to view of woods again, then village. Let out a distressed sigh

“Let’s go…”

***

Chakira walk down at the hill. The little demon roam around the trees, glance at the every spirit she walk pass by, but avert eyes when they glance back

They are death people… they must be know something. Uhhm, not that… not that long-neck giant squirrel thing… Maybe this kid? What a kid can know? No no no… i have to get the use of every information now. Hmm?

She sees a spirit of horse running around. Her eyes follow horse until the end. Maybe she must not stop to make theories about it

Mimik only tsk when sees any new spirit. He only see them as freaks because he managed to connect Chakira in a spiritual way

“Does they can see I can actually see them?”

One kid spirit wide his eyes and run with a high-pitched scream

“Yeah, now they can” Mimik decided to stay at behind to watch any danger

Pure demon already felt sorry for this kid spirit. But just ignored it, decided to ask to other spirits

“E-Excuse me, are you know about demons? I-I am a demon” she asked, the spirit of a young woman just look at her in uncertainty confusion, then shakes head and go

Chakira startle and embarrased “Hope she not think i am a freak…”

She try asking to another spirit, this one was a cool looking man “H-Hey, i just can see you. C-C-Can you tell about demon slayers?”

The man look at her, his stare get sharpen “I am a demon slayer”. Chakira eeps. She leave immediately

“Hey, Heeey! How you even can see me?!”

After makes sure she left the demon slayer spirit, Chakira try her chance more one time, this time chooses more adult spirits

“Hey sir, have you swordmanship in your life before?”

“……”

“………..”

“Satan?”

***

Our demon try bunch of spirits. But never found a valid information, only cold shoulders and a story about some old man’s irrelevant persons

“Have you find something” Mimik comes with same cold attitude, like he almost cross arms

Chakira hopelessly sigh “Not.. not yet…”

Mimik sighs back “Well, what about this one?” points one spirit of a woman, who watching them afar

Demon stare back the spirit. She slowly walk towards her. This one look mature, a pretty and sharp looking woman. She can tell that her was a mother once. But startled when spirit speaks first

“You can see me?” The voice indeed sounds deep but sweet

“I uuuh… i can see spirits with bare eyes…”

Yet woman was sounds sweet again “For a demon you look soo innocent”, that stun Chakira

While trying to blush as she keep talking “Y-You know about demons…”

“It’s was an experience, darling. What you think that killed me?”

I kinda forgot about there is spirits from demons caused “P-Please tell me about your experiences”

“Experiences, it’s not always about fighting demons”

But then woman grin, Chakira confused more

"What you want to hear, exactly. Most of them not stayed naive like you. I only meet one, and they was too powerful"

"How a-a demon can be that powerful??" She keep listening with hint of curiosity

"With the demon arts"

"D-Demon arts??"

"Yes, I am sure they called demon arts"

"How even d-demon arts work?"

"Just as how you can see me, you must be eat a lot human. They depends how many people you devoured"

Chakira stunned again. No no no no she shakes her head rapidly, reminding her possible crimes gives her face flush. The woman spirit chuckle at how cute the demon acting

"H-How you even know that??? To learn the demon eat a lot of people, have you even see it happened???"

“I-It’s not? Then what is it???”

The woman spirit only give an implying look. When Chakira understands it she blushed more

“Ooh, i-i… don’t think i want to hear the rest…” said little demon, immediately get away. The spirit laughs gently more

Oh my, the demons sounds more complicated than i think. Never tought demons can be like this to humans. Who can think that?! It’s rather very embarrassing. And that woman still staring at me. Like it's soo normal

Are there aren't... aren't somebody to help me?

What was that?

“I was too late…”

The sudden noise and senses get Chakira out of rushed toughts. Chakira turns into that direction. One presence of another human, she can sense it! But other one is same as hers? The woman spirit point the same direction too. With Mimik, she approached the demonic presence

Once she was walking, then she thinks better walk faster. Then think it's better to run. She run faster, even faster than any normal human should. Little demon noticed that. She just use that speed and turn around trees and...

Crounches in front of the dead body, it was leaned to a tree. Probably have her last breaths. Just to thinking about it give her heart shutter. Carefully runs her hands on the corpse, completely died…

Another demon? Dang, now i have to share!

Again, random voices coming nowhere. But it didn't took long to Chakira spot the other presence

“A scaredy and fast one for sure, but the chase worthed it. Hahah! I love my food adrenalined!” The demon keep speak with arrogant tone but Chakira didn’t reply, “Do say, you want to share it?”

“Ooohh, you found my victim? I was chasing that for hours!” here is, the demon approached from behind, even sounds soo disturbing. Chakira stop touching the body

Are demons that cold and savage? He speak like a murderer, yet i can feel the blood thirsty smile on the face. I can't be like them, right? I can't be that crazy...

Her hands gripped, slowly turns her head to demon. He can now see her face, a deep sadness and fear. Even took demon's confusion

“Eeh?”

SLAAAAASH!

The demon head fell on ground with thud, then within the rest of body. She stare down the sword she holding

Did i just slayed the demon? I moved by instincts? B-But not demonic instincts…

“That was good”

Both look back to corpse. The woman spirit finally arrived, she look at the corpse too, then the demon body that turn into ashes

T-They become ashes when get cutted by this sword?!?

“Good job, you can still help, don’t you think?”

Chakira inhales, seathes the chain sword carefully, but there is still something stuck to her mind “Uuuh, Mimmikki-san?”

Uugh, if she keep calling me Mimik, even i will start to belivie that is my name “Didn’t i said don’t call me that?”

“I… where we got this sword again?”

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