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prettiestgrlinthemorguexo · 3 months

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Can I request an Lucifer Morningstar x fem reader??

This like came up in my mind recently and I’m going feral over it

So Reader is Adams third wife that he had begged again to god to make him another wife (this is way before the exterminators fight with the devils when reader was created) and with that god made reader to be his wife that is different from both lilith and Eve, when reader was visiting The garden of Eden, she met lucifer who was on his way to do a meeting with the angels about the populations or the updates(idk you can do something like that) and lucifer was strolling through Eden again like going through a flashback when it all happened until he met reader who was sitting down underneath that same tree where he met Eve

Lucifer found reader enchanting and alluring since she was more beautiful then his ex wife, and soon had an urge to seduce reader like he did to adams other ex wives as lucifer held an apple to reader to tempt her with free will, reader was hesitant and tempted but asked lucifer “what did you do to make adams ex wives to leave him for you?” (She wasn’t told how adams ex wives fucked lucifer but she does know about the free will but what happened to Eve since she knew about the whole story about lucifer and lilith) it made lucifer smirk and told reader “would you like to know?”

(I’m sorry but like I’ve been thinking so much about it🤭🤭🤭)

Third times a charm (Lucifer Morningstar x Adam’s wife! Reader)

Legit love this idea, this a smut for obvi reasons

At this point, Adam just needs to stop because no one wants him also this takes place like 2 year-ish after Lilith left Lucifer

This is not proofread!!!

Also I’m not christen so I don’t know everything about Christianity. So I’m going off of Hazbin hotel and how I interpret the things I do know from the Bible

Reader is female in this

Warnings: smut, P n V sex, oral sex (reader reserving), reader is a virgin (Adam doesn’t get pussy) , dom! Lucifer, outside/public sex, Y/N is suggested to have big thighs, Lucifer comforting reader, Mentions of blood

⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧ ⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧ ⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧

No ones POV

After Lilith and Eve both falling for Lucifer’s tricks, Adam begged for a new wife. God obliged gave them one more, he named her Y/N, they had H/C hair and the most beautiful E/C eyes. They were a few form of beauty never seem before, oftenly considered the ‘beautiful one’ of Adams wives by the head angels. You lived with Adam, but due to Adam off doing heavens know what, she spent most of her time in the place it all started…the garden of Eden.

Y/N was told about how Lucifer ‘bewitched’ Lilith and eve to betray God and Adam and the heavens itself, but was never really known why they did, why did they choose Lucifer? It was a question they asked herself quite often.

On one summers day while Adam was off doing what Y/N could only assume to be ‘work’, she was once again in the garden. Y/N couldn’t explain why they like the garden so much but they felt so drawn to it. On this day, Y/N wasn’t the only one in the garden. This was one of the days the Angels were meeting with the king of hell himself, Lucifer.

Lucifer had to attend another meeting due to the population still not going down as much as the Angels hoped. He truly didn’t want to attend such a meeting, but he had to. To avoid the meeting as long as possible he decided to take a walk in the a Garden of Eden, this garden help a special place in Lucifer’s mind, where he met he ex wife Lilith and where evil was created when Eve eating the fruit of wisdom.

Today he chose to visit that very tree, the large tree where everything happened. As the walked through the greenery he way the opening where the tree sat but there was something else, someone else. They’re laid a woman lying in the shade of under the large apple tree wearing a white angelic bread, her beautiful H/L H/C they laid against the bed of grass. Her facial features were gorgeous, things he’s never seen before. She had E/C eyes. Everything about her was enchanting, as he was admiring her the noticed something on her finger, a gold wedding band with a large “A” ingrained on it…she was Adam’s wife.

Lucifer was surprised by the knowledge, when had Adam gotten a new wife? God actually gave him another after what happened to the last two? Lucifer remembering the every tree she lied under. Lucifer idea came to his head, why not keep up the streak of stealing away Adams wife? Lucifer moved swiftly over to the tree taking one of the hanging apples before appearing infront of the woman.

Though Y/N eyes were closed enjoyed the sounds of the garden, they felt an unfamiliar presence around her. She shot her eyes E/C open to see a pale man with blonde hair, we wore a white suit with red detailing along with the snake along his hat,then they notice this hand, he was holding a apple.

Y/N nearly shot up from her previous position, she knew who this was…it was Lucifer. She’s hear stories of the fallen angel, but has never seen his face before but she knew it was him. “Hello my dear.” He said with a smile was he stepped closer to her. She didn’t looked scared more intrigued than anything, which he wasn’t expecting considering the stories told of him by the angels. “Did God not give you a voice dear?” He asked seeming more of a joke. “No,” she said to this, her eyes not leaving his face, “I have one..”

He leaned down get on one knee infront of her, “then why don’t you use it? You could be free…” his clawed hand that held the red apple extend to her, the red apple begging to be taken. She stared at the apple debating it for a moment before her eyes moved back to his, “I have a question for you..” she asked him, she seemed so unmoved by the chance at free will. It caught him a little off guard, “she is truly different..” the thought to himself. “Ask away Dove? What on your mind?” He ask the woman curious what question could be more important then free will.

“What did you do to make Adam’s first to wives to leave him for you?” She asked him, curious

Lucifer smug smile feel into a shocking look, did she not know about what happened? Is Heaven really hiding this from her? Then it hit Lucifer, what a better way to teach then show her. He let the apple drop to the ground as he crawled over to her, moving between her legs, he moves one of his under her chin tilting it to him.

“Would you like to know? I could show you..” he said to her in a low voice.

She looked at him a little shocked, what was this feeling? Y/N had never help this before, she felt hot. “Yes..” she said to him, he smile widen as he lead his face in more. “Are you sure..?” He asked again, in an almost teasing way. Y/N nodded their head, “I am…show me..” and with those words, Lucifer kissed them deep.

It caught Y/N off guard but quickly kissed back, wrapping their arms around this neck pulling him closer Lucifer was quick to move his free arm around your waist and pulled you in. Making her body press against his. The feeling her body pressed again his, Y/N couldn’t help but moan at this foreign feeling growing in her. Lucifer heard her moan, it was like a siren call to him. He took the hand that was on her cheek and moved it down under her dress, brushing his fingers over her clothed pussy.

The feeling of his actions made Y/N jump at the feeling, she’s never felt this, it sent an aching feeling into her cover, it felt as if her body was begging for more. Lucifer pulled away from the kiss, a smile string of saliva connecting them. Her face was flushed, a perfect shade of red. Lucifer pressed against her pussy again feeling a wet pool form, almost like on command she let out another moan, her nail’s scratching the nape of his neck.

Lucifer smiled at her reaction, before moving down. “Let me help you with this…” he said in a low voice full of lust, his voice alone enchanting her. Lucifer spread her legs wider and lifted her dress up, revealing her stomach and clothed pussy. Y/N gasp at the action, a little embarrassed and how relieved she is. Lucifer kissed her stomach as they removed their panties, revealing their soaking wet cunt. Y/N watched him as he kissed down her stomach before pulling away, his eyes moving up to look at hers before back to her pussy.

Lucifer moved her thighs onto his shoulder, knocking off his hat, allowing him full access into to her, before he could react to her lower body being lifted up, Lucifer licked her wet folds. Y/N gasp letting out a moan at the feeling of this long tongue lick her. Lucifer let out a groan, she was he best thing he’s ever tasted, he was quick to move in closer, his mouth pressed against her wet cunt, eating her out like it was his last meal. Y/N couldn’t help but become a moaning mess quickly, the feeling was so foreign but it was the best feeling she’d felt her whole life, she wanted, no, she needed more.

Her hand reaching down and tangled her finger in his blonde hair, pushing his head in. It caught him off guard but he loved seeing her so eager. Lucifer happily fulfilled her wish for move , he slipped his tongue in her as he continued to eat. Y/N felt a pit form inside her, she needed it to go away, he needed to make it go away. “Fuck..please!” Y/N moaned out louder. Lucifer could tell she was close by the feeling of her tightening around his long tongue, he groan at the feeling, feeling his pants tighten up. His groans send a vibration into her.

Y/N clinched her thighs around his head, moaning as the vibration. She felt like she was about to release something that she didn’t even know of. After a few more swift motions of Lucifer, Y/N felt the pit release, she let out a loud moan, she attempted to muffle it out by covering her mouth. Lucifer moaned and slurped up all her juices, it was the perfect taste.

Y/N felt like she was floating, this feeling was so knew but she never wanted it to stop. After he sucked her dry, Lucifer pulled away his chin glistening with her juices. When Lucifer go back onto his knees, he stayed between her now shaking legs, he looked at her flushed face, her eyes clouded with the new pleasure. To him she looked perfectly, he was quick to kiss her deep, yet every passionately. Y/N was quick to kiss back softly playing with his hair. While they kissed, Lucifer was quick to undo this belt. Before he could finish undoing his pants, he pulled away hovering over her.

“Are you ready..?” Lucifer asked softly. Y/N nodded their head eagerly, “Please…I need this..” she said through heavy breaths. Lucifer smiled as he undid his pants pulling them down. His cock springing to life. Y/N gasp softly, mesmerized. Lucifer moved in closer in, when he did Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck. She felt him pressing his tip against her entrance, she shivered at the feeling.

After a moment Lucifer slowly entered her stretching her out. She gasped loudly moaning, she felt the sting of him stretching her out. She felt tears peak the corners of her eyes. Noticing this Lucifer stayed still, moving his face down to place butterfly kisses on her face, moving his hand to her cheek holding her kissing away her tears. “It’s ok dove..” he whispered in her ear and he continued his assault of kisses. “Just tell me when to continue, ok..?” He said softly to her, she nodded her head and held him close as he continued to kiss her face, wishing sweet nothing in Y/N’s ear.

After a few minutes, she whispered to him “you can continue..” she said quietly. Lucifer nodded his head as he continued to push in, she whinned a little but it wasn’t as painful as before. Soon he was all the way in, all 8 inches. He was still for a moment looking into Y/N eyes, waiting for her permission to move, Y/N nodded. With the affirming nod of approval, Lucifer pulled nearly all the way our all the way out and slammed back in, making Y/N throw her head pack and moan loudly. It was a perfect mix of pain and pleasure.

Lucifer couldn’t help but moan himself, Y/N was so tight it was a knee feeling to him. He loved him. As he slowly continued his thrust, Y/N could held but moan into Lucifer’s neck. This feeling was new to Y/N and they didn’t want it to end. “Please!” Y/N moaned out to him between this thrust, “more please..” Lucifer smiled at his words as he sped up with his thrust. “Fuck..” Lucifer moaned out as he held her tight. There body’s pressed against each other, Y/N nails were dug into his back nearly tearing his suit jacket, Y/N could feel the pit reforming in her as a fast past, Lucifer could feel it too.

Lucifer could feel him release building up, and it was only getting closer as he felt her squeeze around him. He could only let out groans as he digs his nails through her dress, piecing her skin, drawing blood. Y/N’s head was thrown back they felt like they were about to release. “Please!!” Y/N’s nearly screamed out to him. Lucifer smiled obeying her orders, speeding up for her and his own release. Her blood began to slowly stain her white dress, after a few more thrust Y/N let out a moan as they came again, coating his cock with them. Her body was shaking as he continued to thrust. Feeling the tight wetness, he came into her, painting her wall white. After he was done he clasped onto her, both panting heavily.

Y/N was a shaking mess, Arms wrapped around him tight, almost as if she let go they’d both disappear. “Are you already little dove..?” He asked soft to her. His cock still buried inside her still. “I feel great..” she said softly, nuzzling into him. “Good..” he said quietly kissing her cheek, “now you know why Adams first two wives left him..” Y/N looked at him her E/C filled with wonder and questions. “What does that mean for me.” Lucifer let out a small laugh. “That means your mine now sweetheart..”

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dwellordream · 2 months

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“Like the Christians’ Eve, the Iroquois Sky-Woman had an insatiable desire to satisfy her hunger. At first she sought her husband’s guidance, but in time she struck out on her own. Her curiosity brought her to the sacred tree at the center of the Sky-World--a place where, as she soon discovered, the floor of the sky was very thin. Losing her footing, she slipped through a hole at the tree’s base and fell headlong ‘toward the great ocean far below.’

…Like her Iroquois descendants in North America, this first fallen Sky-Woman farmed the rich earths she created, gathered its fruits, and built a hut upon it to live in. After a time, her pregnancy ran its course and, legend says, she ‘was delivered of a daughter.’ The girl and her mother continued to look after their lands till one day, ‘when the girl had grown to womanhood,’ a man appeared. He stayed only briefly--just long enough to impregnate Sky-Woman’s daughter. When her time to deliver arrived she, like many women during the premodern period, died while giving birth. Her offspring survived: two boys who would come to rule the earth their mother and grandmother had made.

…Every native group had its own account of the world’s beginnings. For the Pueblo of the Southwest, human life began underneath the earth when a woman named Tsichtinako (Thought Woman) nursed two sisters: Iatikyu, the Mother of the Corn clan, and Nautsiti, the Mother of the Sun clan. The Ottawa, an Algonquian-speaking people living in the northern Great Lakes region, traced their origins to a male figure called the Great Hare and his younger brother.

…To the Protestants of New England, the followers of the teachings of the Swiss theologian John Calvin, the devotional practices of the Catholics in New France and the Spanish colonies seemed as alien as those of the Narragansets and Wampanoags who lived among them in Massachusetts and Rhode Island. In turn, the faithful in Virginia and Maryland, who followed the orthodox traditions of the Church of England, considered New England’s Puritans to be overzealous reformers.

…Even in the most physical, tangible sense religion was a constant presence. From the stark clapboard spires that capped New England’s Congregational meeting houses, to the sturdy brick of Virginia’s Anglican churches, to the poles marking the underground kivas in which the Pueblo held sacred rituals, places of worship dotted the landscape. Each and every day, the English villages lining the eastern seaboard would have been alive with the sound of church bells.

…Every part of colonial America had its own rhythms of religious devotion--rhythms that helped women and men make sense of their lives. But nowhere did religion play a greater role than it did in early New England. Almost without exception, the leaders of Massachusetts, Plymouth, Connecticut, New Haven, New Hampshire, and Rhode Island were dissenters from the Church of England.

…No matter whether they enthusiastically supported or dared to question the Puritan mission, all law-abiding New Englanders gathered in their local meetinghouses every Sunday, and often once during the week as well, to hear their preacher expound upon scripture. One perennially popular sermon topic was the nature of women. Between 1668 and 1735, women’s lives were the subject of no fewer than 75 printed treatises. Some of these tracts were funeral sermons that eulogized an especially pious female parishioner; others were more general “how-to” homilies dealing with marriage or mothering.

…Pious women were praised by ministers and neighbors alike. If they resembled any Old Testament figure, it was the industrious Bathsheba (the ‘virtuous woman’ described in Proverbs 31:10-31) rather than the perfidious Eve. Where Eve tempted, persuaded, and seduced, Bathsheba planted, prayed, and spun. Her every word testified to a womanly brand of piety: faith tempered with respectful submission. More than one New England minister echoed these verses from Proverbs, exalting the woman who ‘openeth her mouth with wisdom…in her tongue is the law of kindness.’ As the biblical passage suggested, such well-spoken women were indeed more priceless than rubies.

…In fact, New England’s ‘virtuous women’ may have been even more devoted to religious practice than their husbands and fathers. At the very least they were more dedicated churchgoers. At first, men and women joined the churches in equal numbers. Within a generation, however, women outnumbered men in many if not most of the churches in Massachusetts and Connecticut. By the mid-1700s, women comprised nearly three-quarters of many congregations.

…One of the more radical groups in the entire spectrum of dissenting English Protestantism, the Quakers granted female believers an extraordinary degree of autonomy and equality. …Converts of both sexes were encouraged to preach about their religious experiences, and one of the movement’s early and most prominent leaders was an English wife and mother, Margaret Fell. …Where Quaker women were concerned, Massachusetts authorities made the links between female preaching, rejecting ministers’ teachings, and worshiping the devil even more explicit.

…Black women and men brought a very different set of religious beliefs to the southern colonies. Their traditions concerning the supernatural were as diverse as the many African peoples from which they came. There were, however, important common threads; most West Africans believed in more than one God and made the veneration of ancestors an important part of their worship ceremonies.

…Until the 1730s, southern whites made little effort to convert their slaves to Christianity. But in the late 18th century, evangelical sects such as the Methodists and the Baptists appealed to blacks and poor whites alike. …Call-and-response hymn singing and joyful shouting are examples of African forms that influenced the style of worship practiced by both whites and blacks in many southern denominations.”

Jane Kamensky, “Daughters of Eve, Daughters of Zion: Women and Religion” in The Colonial Mosaic: American Women, 1600-1760

#colonialism #colonial #american #indigenous #history #religion #gender #christian #jane kamensky #the colonial mosaic

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giuliadesu · 1 year

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you were 19 when you met miya atsumu for the first time.

ŌSAKA, 21:00

“i mean, yeah, it’s a nice way to get some extra credit.”

it was one of the first colder nights of the year, autumn making its presence known.

the loud group was the last one to occupy the seats at onigiri miya. the shop had been closed for about twenty minutes or so, giving the people inside some time to chat freely.

a very intrigued miya osamu was cleaning the wooden counter with the white rag he specifically assigned to that task; a visiting suna was busying himself on his phone — probably cleaning his camera roll of the hundred of photos of his first onigiri dinner in months. hinata and bokuto were intently listening to the blond setter, who was currently recounting his latest university adventures.

“so? you gonna spill the beans or gonna keep everythin’ to yourself?”

osamu was starting to get impatient, and even suna perked up from his phone.

“jeez, okay. so, you know how i applied to that virtual exchange program, right? well, i’ve got the results back, and i’ve been matched with this girl, she’s a bit younger than me, but boy am i curious!”

to say atsumu was ecstatic was and understatement; unable to contain the grin slowly spreading to his face, he tried to at least minimise it by passing his tongue on the snakebites adorning the sides of his lower lip.

despite people often pegging him as a womaniser, someone who had a lot of hookups and one-night stands, and as someone who would judge a woman only by her physical appearance, he simply shrugged it off. he was just so focused on his career (both the athletic and the academic one), that he didn’t have much time left to enjoy the normal life of a 22 years old guy. yet, he considered himself lucky: he managed to work the job of his life and share it with his friends, and was living close to his twin — that sounded a lot like privilege to him.

YOUR LOCATION

it was a cold day in october during your first year of university. majoring in japanese language and culture was your biggest dream, and you managed to enrol in a college that was far enough from your family and acquaintances.

as part of a partnership located in ōsaka, your professor insisted that every student participated in a sort of virtual exchange program: each coursemate of yours would be paired with someone from the japanese college, providing a great opportunity to practise the language with a native speaker. you weren’t particularly thrilled by the idea — there were enough things to do as it was —, yet the prospect of having some extra points for your main class made it rather tempting.

after a week or so the application process was complete, and the results came in: you had been paired with a student older than you by two or three years who was in his last year of a bachelor’s degree in athletic training. you noticed he was following a peculiar path: considering he was a professional athlete, his course had been arranged to take a longer amount of time compared to someone focusing on academics full-time. the file you received provided some contact info, among which were listed his preferred one — in this case, his phone number.

YOUR LOCATION, 15:00

it was the day of your first call with miya atsumu. you talked a bit over message in the days leading up to this moment, mostly because of the different time zones and the busy lives you both had — it was rather hard to find a moment that would match your free time.

sighing, you smiled to yourself. after some thought, you decided this was going to be a nice and welcome change from your usual routine, and you really hoped you’d be able to hit it off and enjoy the experience. you agreed that atsumu would be the one to call, as he wasn’t sure he could be home in time. with one last check at your reflection in the facetime camera, you turned off the option to blur the background. you hadn’t moved so far away from your home and acquaintances just to start hiding parts of you again; this time you wanted to do things right: being yourself and showing your true self was just the first step.

the ringtone from your macbook brought you back to the present. you took a deep breath, switching your brain to japanese and accepting the incoming call. a small smile made its way on your features.

“good evening, miya-san!”

ŌSAKA, 23:00

it was time. atsumu had just finished showering after a gruelling practice, and was now ready to start his first virtual meeting with you. he made himself comfortable on the bed, ipad propped up on its stand, set on your contact page. the setter spared a glance at the clock: he was right on time. “perfect.”, he thought to himself. dashing his pr smile, the snakebites moving along with his lips, atsumu was ready to meet you.

“heya! nice to finally meet you!”

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jennycalendar · 5 months

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pls explain the jennyangel thing because i truly do not understand

yes absolutely! my jennyangel tag is a mess. it would help all of us as a society if i consolidated my thoughts.

so let's start from angel's perspective. jenny is someone who in a lot of ways metaphorically represents the enduring spirit of the girl he killed -- the girl who also changed his life by being loved, because her family made him who he is. the fact that such store is placed in that girl as a martyr to the point where her descendants are willing to serve one of their own up on a platter to angelus, putting her in close proximity to him in such a way that will place her in serious danger should he feel inclined to hurt her -- a young woman with lots of potential, her life ahead of her, moving through this world with genuinely good intentions -- is so fucking loaded. jenny being here and believing in him is really significant considering what he did to her family. she represents a chance at redemption. being forgiven by her means that there is a possibility that he, as he is, can be seen as a good person. her belief redefines his curse as something given to him to resurrect a man who she believes can do good in the world -- and i think angel would find that tempting in a whole lot of different ways.

and also -- hello! amends! jenny as the most constant face of angel's torment! jenny as the one who is most effective in pulling him down into the darkness! leaning in all close and being all touchy and whispering about how nice it would be to fuck buffy and give up! jenny represents SO MUCH to angel, even if he doesn't ever actually articulate it!

meanwhile, on jenny's side of the equation, angel is literally the same thing to her that he is to buffy and drusilla. she was introduced to the concept of him in the formative years of her life -- possibly even earlier than buffy and dru, as we'd ballpark their first encounters with him as in their teens, & jenny has known about angelus since CHILDHOOD -- and while she initially comes to sunnydale to watch him, we don't see her as ever actually dedicated to that mission. she's mostly just living her life before the (poorly written horrible bad) backstory kicks in. which, sure, retcon consequences, but also: there is this accidentally created implication that this has never been a mission jenny's wholeheartedly believed in, & that angel saving her life was really the final nail in the coffin (in more ways than one! ha ha ha). she has spent her entire childhood with the threat of him hanging over her head, and i think it would be more than natural for her to be curious in a lot of different ways, including (privately) sexually. there is nothing more Gothic Romance (and also nothing more jenny) than the allure of the forbidden, and this is a mysteriously murderous older man known as "the one with the angelic face" who ostensibly took an interest in one of jenny's family members. AND, again, this is exactly the same sitch as buffy and drusilla! she grew up in the shadows of what was done to the people around her. so much of what she became was in response to shit he did. he had a huge hand in shaping her and i think she'd have very complicated feelings about that.

i say very flippantly sometimes that i think making out would solve them, but my honest onion is i think it is such a compelling and fucked up and deeply weird dynamic & there's definitely mutual unresolved/unrealized sexual attraction in canon. i don't think it's ever anything either of them would pursue or even want to admit to -- and i also don't think that in canon it ever really becomes A Thing -- but i do absolutely think that at the very LEAST jenny considered the notion of being courted by angelus in her teens (in a subconscious sexual fantasy kinda way), even if she's mostly let go of that by the time canon starts. they have had a huge hand in shaping each other's identity and that is so weird and i think they should kiss about it.

#asks #jenny and angel #i hope this helps!#it's really hard to articulate them in a way that makes sense #beyond This Is A Vibe #and most of my answer really does boil down to This Is A Vibe

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camping-with-monsters · 2 months

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When Robin Hood and Snow White were ushered to the dungeon for that pep talk that would embark them on their unlikely quest, it was the warden, named Atalanta Rancoreed, who stayed put, listening in, taking in every word the King said…

Atalanta’s job is simple. To tend to the cellars, to deal with the rough prisoners, to guard Lord Whistlegrimm when he steps into this dark ended place. Atalanta takes this job with pride. It’s a surprisingly perfect fit for a strong-willed guard who’d usually not be fit for a war. Atalanta loves the work. Practically lives for it too. To serve the king with your life is admirable to this warden, even if the job is as quaint as standing by the king should he enter the depths of the dungeon. But it’s still very much an important role. And after having to escort these two idiots and their pet bird down so Lord could give them the scoop, it was just another day.

But that day… Atalanta’s world suddenly changed. When your job is to stand guard to the king while he speaks down here, you just know you’re going to be overhearing a lot. And listen thoroughly to Lord’s words did Atalanta do so well! So much so that the words suddenly got to her head… a tincture that could rise the dead. How curious! You’d think she’d be smarter than to consider what she did, but that strange concoction that Robin and Snow would have to be questing to create sounded awful tempting. But it would be foolish to leave her post like this, especially if the King caught wind of it. But it’s far too promising for her. It’s the stuff of her dreams. And so, enlisting some help from her own brethren, the woman soured by greed snuck away, seeking out the very thing Lord recalled, wishing to claim the cure for her own reasoning. Reasoning she deems much more important than someone as simple as a gardener…

And so Atalanta will be a reoccurring obstacle, hoping to get her hands on what is not her’s to begin with for personal gain. This will be the first time she may resort to villainy to prove her perspective…

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A MASSIVE thanks to @pazam for being a huge help with this design!

I’ve been super excited to show this one off! She’s got a lot going for her in terms of her character and has some twists with her motives. Needless to say though, these are technically still the reference rough drafts and I promise I’m working on her official reference!

A cool thing to note is that the reason I went with an apple theme is because of some iterations of Robin Hood being presented with shooting an arrow into an apple, and the poison apple of Snow White! This was… actually an unintentional coincidence I did NOT think about until I started thinking more about what kind of villain BMB would have! So Atalanta’s character is kinda an unintentional coincidence!

…as is with a lot of DDG and BMB. I have this weird habit of making spontaneous choices and then those seemingly random choices having meaning later. Pfft.

Fun details here: Atalanta has an arrow shaped tattoo/scar (I haven’t decided yet actually) on her eye to reference Robin Hood (or other iterations of Robin Hood since it’s not strictly to the original story) and the red parts of her face are vaguely shaped like a skull to reference the poison apple! She’s a golden apple though since not only are those common, but also a focus on the original Greek mythology story of Atalanta, who she’s truly named and based after! Rancoreed is a last name I made up with a surprising amount of depth to that I’ll get into later.

#appel :)#she’s uh. not nice though #cue bad apple Touhou or some shit #hey I mean that song would technically fit her for other means💥💥💥#Atalanta Rancoreed #Blind Man’s Bluff #Tags of Whistlegrimm #ocs #original characters #original stories #art #digital art #character references #character refs #character bios #The Kiwi Draws

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icecoldwilliams · 24 hours

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𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐋: 𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐈𝐙𝐘𝐒 | ✲・*:✲・*:･ﾟ

|| TW: Grief, drinking, death, hinted suicidal ideation (if you brought your magnifying glass)

Humanity has such a understated habit of spreading turmoil.

Various causal hubris's parallel incurable viruses running rampant across the globe, left undetected by the immune system even without a soul spared from the infection. War, misgivings and countless tragedies often rooted in the minimized concepts of pride, jealousy, and senseless rage ; Mere misguided ideations disguised in order to justify even the indefensible.

Assumptions. Even something so simple, so moronic as assumptions could control the world in the right hands.

— Cold, cruel, merciless, unloving. An emotionless robot only capable of caring about monetary gain.

Idiots spread the labels given her throughout the masses in the form of insults, as if she didn't meticulously craft the initial mask herself.

She'd load the gun with blanks. And if it meant shrouding the more... undesirable truth, they could pull the trigger over and over again as many times as they please.

Let the bullets hit the frozen glass window on dreary grey nights, let them rain against it with the water dripping from the sky - but never, ever, pull back the curtain to the dim-lit condominium. ; Blind your eyes of the blonde sitting at the kitchen island, empty bottle of Jameson and it's half empty friend joining a downed glass of kin.

Fatal digits tonight not gracing euros, yen or dollars, but instead infirmly running across sorry excuses for 'names', made up of mere letters and numbers. Listed in a worn file only alongside otherwise meaningless dates, biological info and synonymous statuses printed in bold ink:

'ꜰᴀɪʟᴜʀᴇ ; ᴅᴇᴄᴇᴀꜱᴇᴅ'

Victims of supposed sepsis. Embolisms. Organ failure. Repeated into the double digits. The words littered the pages like the alcohol tainted the assassins typically rational mind. Tempting her to again sit here, head in hand senselessly pondering the negligible. Reviewing the short lived, the manufactured, all that were apparently unfit for the cruel fate forced upon them. Debating useless questions in regards to how their lives could've played out.

Some nights it revolved around names and the string of them that followed based on whatever pleased the cold woman's ears. Others, inherited traits, interests, career fields, genetics.....

Maybe they would've inherited her infamous azures, currently staring yet not seeing. Sans any despair.. ; Glassy yet winning against any hint of tears.

Any hint of love.

If anything, outsiders wouldn't see the traces of responsibility lacing the withdrawn for mere blips with only two left to remember their existence.

For those on this list who wouldn't have been tortured, poked and prodded from the day of their conception to the day of their death if it hadn't been for rare misjudgment, and those who wouldn't find solace in a frigid heart, but atop resolute shoulders.

Only momentarily slumped under their weight.

Because come tomorrow, the sun would rise even if behind remaining clouds. Her head would pound. Files would again be concealed both where only she would be able to find them and where she would never look without whiskey's aid. And just as expected, ever frigid Nina Williams would walk per usual, head held high, shoulders back.

No cracks in the apathy. Burdens invisible and never assumed just as she preferred. Spite fueled and dwindling will again go toe to toe with loose ends. ; Bodies lost to an uncaring and all but considered mythical sea.

— Even had fate been different, the mercenary wouldn't love the negligible names. One sole survivor walking this earth was enough. - But for now, at the very least, this cold hearted bitch would live for them to both be remembered and stay drowned far below sheets of ice another day. | ✲・*:✲・*:･ﾟ

#⁺˚*𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝟥 𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈’ 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒*˚⁺ - Drabbles #⁺˚*𝐹𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝒾𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝑜𝓊𝓉*˚⁺ - 𝕋𝕎 #|| hello hello - this is another thing that's been sitting in the notes on my phone for around a year now #|| hesitated on posting it bc of the themes present #|| but to prove to myself that my brain could still function this year I decided to try rewriting it as a drabble #|| and heyyyyy in spite of it all guess what c':#tw: drinking #grief tw #tw: grief #death tw #drinking tw #tw: death #long post tw

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beliscary · 3 months

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@necromycologist #👀 prev im begging you to elaborate on your vision for them

oh my god. im so sorry. I have can't shut up disease. so many series spoilers here we go

for context, these were my tags on user cemeterything 's post featuring this gem:

#nick & sam mutually in the trilogy postcanon I made up in my head #shut up you're not transmuting into a sword and/or stone and I'm not becoming primordial destructive light let's think this through #very much IF I CAN'T NEITHER CAN YOU

ok I gotta bring up Nehima

The ancient Clayr made sure that the sword Nehima and the Dark Mirror found their way to Lirael. Lirael in turn will find Sameth, who passes the bells and the Book on to her. Eventually, she passes the panpipes and then Nehima on to him so that he can forge what they will need to defeat Orannis. This sword bears the inscription: 'Remember the Wallmakers. Remember me.'

Now, here's this passage from the very beginning of Abhorsen, which has been the rock in the shoe of my brain since I read it:

"He was a Wallmaker as well as a royal prince, but what did that mean? The Wallmakers had disappeared millennia ago, putting themselves into the creation of the Wall and the great Charter Stones—quite literally, as far as Sam knew. For a moment he wondered if that would be his destiny too. Would he have to make something that would end his life? At least as a living, breathing man? For the Wallmakers weren't exactly dead, Sam thought, remembering the great Charter Stones and the Wall. They were more transformed, or transfigured, not that he fancied that either. In any case he was far more likely to simply get killed..."

Nehima made something that ended her life, at least as a living, breathing woman. 🤷‍♀️

With Sam's canonical fear of capital D 'Death' Still Very Much Existing, I feel like the best course re: future character development would have been to dig into the tension between immortality as a construct/weapon vs. accepting death and deciding to be fully human. Is that very narrow eternal life as a part of the Wall, or a weapon to be wielded, or a Charter Stone… tempting? terrifying? Does he feel becoming some kind of weapon or tool is inevitable? Has he ever wondered what the inscription on whatever remains of him should be? Has he written it somewhere and burned it like all those letters to his parents he was too afraid to send?

Time and again in the books, Sam thinks to himself how glad he is that he's not the Abhorsen and how happy he is to be able to make things, to be Of Use to the Abhorsen/the Kingdom. He feels awful about what he considers his moments of cowardice and his abandonment of his responsibilities. I think he's in the perfect pressure cooker to be an enormous idiot about what duty calls him to do, while also struggling internally with his own fears. 'I can make this ultimate sacrifice... and also not die.... am I being a coward.... no one has to know.... is this a fate worse than death?... maybe I deserve that. maybe what I deserve has nothing to do with it, and this is simply what I must do, just as the Abhorsens must walk in Death...'

I think Nick needs to kick him in the shins about it (ughgbhfhfhh there's that part in one of the later letters Nick writes in the books that's like 'come here and tell me I'm being a stupid asshole so I stop being a stupid asshole'... fave. this vibe, both ways.) Sam never got to see Nick possessed by Orannis so I feel like Nick should get to deal with Sam, sometimes unsettling conduit for The Charter's intent. ('I Didn't Get Possessed In His Place And Temporarily Die For This!')

and Nick!!! arghhh WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO BE THE SURVIVING VESSEL OF ORANNIS?! his skeptic's worldview is shattered! he's traumatized! he's IRRADIATED! he has sooo much to feel guilty about and thinks he has to make up for, especially with regards to what he thinks he owes the Kingdom and the survivors of Forwin Mill.... but his very existence disrupts the Charter. Not too long ago, he was walking talking anathema to life itself. also he has these weird temptations to shuck off his mortal body and become a being of pure Free Magic??? Is it worse that he's still alive, because he's so dangerous? He came back from Death, why him when so many others died? Shouldn't he have just taken what was left of the hemispheres' powers to the grave with him? I'm sure he gets in his head about 'I need to do something with this life I got to return to because otherwise...'

obligation v. guilt v. desire. basically so much trauma and also Need To Make It Right. Sam would kick him in the shins about it except then he'd have to recognize the self in the other and 😬 he's probably still emotionally recovering from Nick saying those exact words to him and coughing his dying blood on his face. I digress

I think too that even though nick's irradiated and the Charter goes all wonky around him, the fact that the baptism took and the mark stays Means Something, and I choose to believe that in this strange way Nick is the new walking talking Destroyer, and that remnant of the Destroyer which exists as Nick wants to be a part of the Charter this time around, and with Sam having so many of the bloodlines it's just.... the most bizarre mutual understanding of what being alive means, as kids who used to vault desks at boarding school and also as... living manifestations of the cycle of creation and destruction. and they both have to constantly grab each other by the scruff of the neck to remind each other they're allowed to live too, not just throw themselves "into the making" like the Bright Shiners

(at my Most Bittersweet I think about how maybe it's Sam who passes away first, and until the very moment he goes, Nick can't quite believe he actually decided to die a man and not forge himself into some other thing. they had of course talked about it before but there was always a part of Nick that wondered...

and when he does cross into the River, Nick is the one to perform the final rites and burn his body so it can't be used because oh boy he Gets It)

#SORRY I'VE BEEN THIS WAY ABT THESE TWO SINCE LIKE 7TH GRADE #I THINK I STOPPED MAKING SENSE BUT. WHATEVER I LOVE THE WALLMAKERS I'M ROTATING THEM IN MY MIND ALWAYS #long post #under the cut at least dkfnf #also they should kiss #old kingdom posting

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variousqueerthings · 1 year

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@jerottblyth I was writing this in the replies of your “ a glimpse of BJ's post-series white picket fence” and then I got annoyed with the limit, so!

I just rewatched the episode with Hawkeye's ex that he didn't marry (twice), and BJ talks about how he's never even been tempted by another woman, vs later on cheating once (I believe in s5 -- the first BJ episode I really commented on, because it surprised me at the time and I couldn’t place him or it), and then later on him considering leaving Peg for the reporter...

and then I watched some bits of Inga (s7 -- the last of the relatively what I call “good boy BJ” seasons, and the season that ends on all the main cast family members meeting one another, which idk, I just place at an interesting juncture narratively) in which he talks about himself and Peg as equals/her as a woman who has a mind being a good thing, and how that contrasts with the especially 8-onwards intense reactions he has to her growing into a more and more independent person -- changed beyond the person he knew before he left, changed without him, changed to no longer needing him, changed into a reality he cannot return to and pick up from as if he never even left in the first place (not that I read BJ as conservative for the day technically, but that she’s not the person that said goodbye to him and that manifests in unintentionally sexist ways, where he gets upset by her just living her life, when he needs her to be a symbol of unchanging normality that turns back on the second he’s back in the picture and youknow... that’s fucked up sir)

I think it fits with the weariness of the later seasons: BJ s8-onwards getting more cruel and lashing out more, and him and Hawkeye increasingly acting like an unstable relationship in which Hawkeye often plays the role of the placating wife to an emotionally unpredictable husband. I make it heterosexual on purpose, my headcanons about BJ do veer more towards him having a het read of whatever is going on between him and Hawkeye -- first evidenced that one time he was physically violent, and Hawkeye was both an outlet and a consoling partner and BJ was jealous of not getting to be a partner to Peg/father to Erin, and jealous of Trapper’s relationship to Hawkeye at the same time???

Long story short there is a trajectory for sure, from the man who arrives to the guy I’m seeing now (one more episode left before the finale!), and yeah, I definitely like to read it as the fantasy-of-home bit by bit falling to pieces around him, and also the guilt at all of that heroic all-American fantasy of war not being what the reality is, and maybe feeling like an idiot for believing in any of it in the first place (he had that line where he mentioned that he had the chance to not get drafted and he wanted to do the honourable thing, or something along that phrasing, and he has a few episodes in which he does try to play hero of a kind, like in BJ Papa San and he gets very upset when he can’t save the day), and of course the guilt at all of his personal failings, especially -- I decide to headcanon -- the fact that he did cheat. The evil of the situation seeped into him and made him a “lesser” man than what he was

and all of that manifesting his pettiness (which was clearly something that was already there, although pointed in the direction of acceptable targets like Frank or bad guys of the week, or that old friend he had who was Also A Dick and how that suggests some of BJ’s past, or even Charles, soz Chuck -- because BJ is a Good Guy Honest).

And now I’m on my rewatch at the same time, and almost finished s4, and looking at it from the pov of that trajectory, it’s very fun looking for early-season-in-hindsight cracks in the “good boy persona”

and with all of that, I do enjoy currently joking about how he’s the end-series villain (Frank is gone, Charles isn’t the main source of conflict, Margaret has long since developed into the love of my life...) but the most interesting thing about it is of course that the story doesn’t end with a villain, it just ends with broken people, from what I see -- BJ is not a bad guy, certainly not in comparison to the likes of someone like Frank, he’s just... not coping at all. And some of the things he does are seriously messed up, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he does more things like that before the end.......

I do like seeing how different characters break, and BJ’s breaking is oh so very messy/shrapnel filled

#bj hunnicutt #im watching MASH #MASH meta #MASH #hawkeye pierce #peg hunnicutt #tbh dont think you can fully piece together bj's character without the last three seasons which is interesting on its own #when everyone else felt pretty clear to me from the get go #this was a very ramble in phrasing but i hope it makes sense #bj as a batman villain who wants to commit naughtiness but tries to direct it at worse bad guys #bj as a great depiction of a man who returns from war and gives in to bitter feelings about whats been lost and takes it out on family #bj as a heterosexual man in a wartime relationship with a queer man who is forced into the role of a heterosexual woman #bj as a very bomb that exploded 10 minutes after trapper's plane left the runway #bj as a mask under a mask under a mask under a mask #bj as romance narratives about a straight frat boy that the lead heroine wants to punch in the face but secretly isn't so bad #bj as the posterboy for early 50s america gone on the fritz #bj as knowing he's the shadow of a man he'll never meet #etcetetc.

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levis-wii-controller · 3 months

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She's a Lady and I am just a boy (Arataki Itto x Gorou/Ms.Hina /One Shot Smut/)

Tags: Arataki Itto/Gorou, Ms.Hina, She/He pronouns for Gorou, Bigender Gorou, Intersex Gorou, Omegaverse, Omega Gorou, Alpha Arataki Itto, Gorou can’t figure out their gende, Mating, Alpha/Omega, Anal Sex, Hand Jobs, Grinding, Crossdressing, Fingering, Pheromones, Fake Tits, Womb Fucking, Flirting, Idiots in Love, Humping, Intercural sex, Getting Together, ~3K words.

It's been so long since Gorou was on the mainland of Inazuma. It’s also been a while since he’s lived there full time. Ever since the war ended and he’s been able to live normally he’d felt as if he was missing something. Love. He had friends, but he hasn’t had a lover in a long time.

Now that he didn't have a job in the army he, unwillingly, worked for Yae Miko at the Yae publishing house. His job was easy, dress up, take photos, do meet-and-greats, promote books, do advertisements, and read-and-reply to letters.

It was decent apart from sitting for six hours and getting into costume. The worst part was getting a fake chest done on him. It covered his chest scars but still, fake tits were not fun to get done.

His average process went like this; Get undressed and put on a robe, get his make-up done, get his chest done, get his hair done, get his costume on, get his tail fluffed and add on any jewellery.

It was worth the money but he was mad that he was the only man having to do this! Although, an odd part of him liked being a woman. He felt pretty, he looked pretty. All the letters seemed to agree. He sometimes wished he could actually be the pretty Ms.Hina and get a husband just like the many men who swooned over her. It was a weird dream, but nonetheless it was one he had daydreamed about.

His only problem was his close friend, Itto. He…loved…Ms.Hina to put it lightly. Ms.Hina was a lovable, kindhearted and flirty woman. She was usually very open with men, using her charm while faking innocence, a sly dog.

When it came to Itto however she could not keep her cool. She would actually blush when he fangirled over her and she would stutter over her words. Gorou himself couldn’t deny how awkward it was but no matter what gender he presented as he would react that way to Itto’s fanboying.

He liked Itto. He'd liked Itto for a while. His crush was pretty strong so this only made it worse, well techincall better; stronger.

Now he was in that same situation, Itto was the last customer to come, which was odd but no matter it meant he didn’t have a real time limit considering no one else was waiting.

It started with his usual fanboying and she was already flustered, trying to accept the compliments with grace. She covered her face with her fan, waving it gently to calm herself down. It was so nerve wracking. Though she pushed through and they started talking normally, Itto being himself, giving less attention to her. It felt…comfortable.

She leaned closer, resting her head on his shoulder as he talked. Itto jumped as she did, completely shocked by her making a move.

“Oh! I am very sorry, it was not right of me to touch you” she apologises, blushing profusely.

“No! No! You’re very welcome! I was just..surprised” He rubs the back of his neck, looking at her very apologetically. The shy look in his eyes looked so tempting, she lowered her fan down, and they both looked at eachother.

Her eyes sparkled as she nervously pressed against him, their lips meeting in a soft, sensitive kiss. Their lips parted and met once again, repeating as they started to kiss more and more, she fiddled to fold the fan and tossed it on the floor before wrapping her arms around Itto’s neck.

He wrapped an arm around her waist in return as the continued mouthing at eachother, her lipstick smearing messily across both their mouths. Itto’s tongue glided across her bottom lip, parting them in shock as he slipped his tongue in.

It felt so good as his strong arms held her, He felt small and feminine. Maybe it was the fact he was an omega that made him so excited to be seen as small and wanting or maybe it was the fact that his pheromones started filling the air a while back and they were playing with her head.

The kiss ended and they both heaved heavily as they looked at eachother, Ms.Hina’s eyes glazed over with lust as she looked up at him.

“I- I- I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t have done that” Itto said with a panic, letting go of her. She quickly snapped back, her mind more clear.

“Is this enough for you?” She asked more plainly, still excessivly intoxicated by his scent.

“H- huh?!” He spat back, looking down at her with shock. Her hand ran over his lap, gently stroking his thigh.

“Your pheromones, they’re really strong, and I” she whined, unable to finish the sentence. Itto panicked even more.

“Wait- so you’re like- actually a shiba inu?” he said, more shocked now than worried, but still concerned for her.

“Y- yeah, it’s not fake! I’m actually a dog” He knew what breed she was? Was he that observant? Maybe he just read the book so much it was imprinted on his brain.

“Mnn” She nuzzled against him desperately. She was desprate, she needed to have him. Itto knew, he was an Onii he kinda had to understand the basics of their biology.

“Wow- wow- we can't, I'm an alpha.” She shook her head and climbed into his lap. Her tail wagged excitedly, his pheromones were the most attracting she’d ever smelled.

She kissed him again, her hands scratching at his back through her gloves. He kissed her back, automatically losing his worry and kissing her back. His lips moved down to her neck, kissing her gently as not to leave any marks. Her own pheromones exploding with passion. Itto was enthralled and Hina could feel that as his trousers had a large rise in them.

She grinded her hips down onto his erection, the groan that left his lips sending a chill up her spine. The air felt hot as Itto looked back at her, raising his head.

His hand traveled up to cup her breast stopping as he felt it. It was stiff, unnatrual. She looked back at him with a worried look.

“Are they…” Itto started, not knowing whether to say it or not. Hina nodded, looking away with shame and embarrassment.

“Yeah…they’re fake” she takes her arms out of her sleeve and pulls down the top of her dress. Revealing a somewhat realistic mound of dry clay stuck to her body. The shape was perfect, the shade matched her skin and the clay was smooth. From the normal view they looked real, even having a very simular looking texture to human skin.

Itto pulled at the clay, letting it peel off from her body, leaving minimal residue.

“So…you don’t have a chest?” he asked blunty, still keeping a content smile. She nodded in response as he removed the left over dry clay from around her chest, every little touch making her shiver.

“That’s fine, you look beautiful like this as well.” he says, kissing her cheek. Hina’s face flushed even reder, unable to respond. He actually thought it was fine?! She was happy, yet still a little ashamed.

Itto leaned down to the chest, sucking on her right nipple playfully, biting it. Hina squealed, throwing her head back at the pleasure. He actually found her natural chest attractive, he liked it. Flat as a board and yet he didn’t bat an eye.

“Hmn~ Feels good” she mumbles, running a hand through his hair. She grabs one of his horns mindlessly gripping it. He growls in response, feeling a heavy wave of lust from it.

He takes Hina’s tail in hand and pulls on it, her voice echos so beautifully when she moans. Itto could never have imagined he’d be having sex with the woman he loved most. He pulled the bow of the dress off, letting it fall to the ground. That’s when he was met with another surprise.

“You- you’re a man?!” Hina nods, once again turning shy and flustered. She should have said something but she totally forgot, there was no way in hell she could remember, she felt so feminine like this.

“That's really hot.” Itto wraps a hand around Hina’s length, stroking it slowly, his hand enveloping the entire thing. She let out a quiet moan, too flustered to be as open as before. This man was perfect. She was having sex with her best frined and he adored her body. He was too stupid to know who she was but that didn’t mean anything.

She pulls him into another kiss so she wouldn’t have to speak and Itto’s other hand made it around to the back of her body, prodding at her entrance. She was dripping already, her soaking wet hole opening desperately around his fingers. He chuckled into the kiss, thrusting two of his fingers into her.

Hina whines into the kiss, both with a mix of pleasure and pain. His fingers are so much larger than she is and together with him stroking her cock she felt like she could expload. It didn’t take long for him to start scissoring her open.

They were both getting drunk off pheromones and lust.

She bounced up on his fingers, riding them sloppily. He didn’t care whether or not she was truly a woman nor how her body was depicted, she was just as beautiful to him.

He pulled his fingers out and took his hand off of Hina’s dick. He quickly unbuckled his belt, pulling out his neglected cock, fully erect and dripping. Hina looked like she was about to start drooling, she wanted him so bad, his dick was huge, she wondered how long she could last if that thing were to pound into her. There's no way she wouldn’t be full of his puppies by the end of this. Her head was spinning as Itto stood up with her in his arms.

“Itto,,” she breathed out softly her breath thick and hot as she looked up at him with desperation. He stroked his cock with his hand before placing it at her entrance. He slowly pushes in, stopping every few seconds to make sure he didn’t injure her. Hina Breathed softly, trying to adjust to the girth that slowly pushed his walls apart. It took a while for him to bottom out, his length being rather impressive as well.

“You feeling okay, Ms?” Itto asked with a low growl, kissing her forehead lovingly.

“Yeah- mn- move, I’ll be fine” she whines, stroking his arm with her hand. He smirks and starts to pull out half way before thrusting back in. Hina moaned and Itto’s patients was dwindling as he repeated the action. He wanted to breed her. Like a wild animal, he wanted to rut into her ferociously. She could feel it as well. She pushed back against him, whining.

“Don’ tease. Jus’ do it. Fast.” She demands, looking at him with desperation. He couldn’t deny her, and he didn’t have the time. They were in a studio for fucks sake! He pulls out all the way before hammering back in. Hina’s back arched, it was a strong sensation but it felt so fucking good. SHe didn’t even have a chance to take that before he grabbed her hips and continued. Not stopping between eac rythmic thrust.

“Good girl, you sound beautiful.” Hina’s walls clenched around Itto again. She felt so excited being called a ‘good girl’. She liked being seen as a woman no matter how her body showed in this moment. Right now, she felt pretty and delicate, and feminine.

“You like that, hm? You like being a good girl?” He asked, stopping for a second to lift her hips to get a better angle before pushing into her again, once again getting into a rhythm that made Hina lose her mind. She whined and nodded shyly. It felt better than anything to be given such affirmation right now.

Itto moved one hand to her head, playing with her ears. He could feel her juices leaking out around him as he did, stimulating her further.

“You’re so wet, fuck. Feels so good inside you” he praised her again and she moaned loudly. He pounded into her hard, his thrusts getting more sloppy. He was so close to cumming in her. His cock hitting up to her womb.

She screamed in pleasure, her womb would be filled with hot thick seed. Her mind was clouded with pleasure, her vision going white as a hot wave of ecstasy washed over her. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she came, her cock releasing a few strands of cum.

Itto sped up even more wanting to finish as fast as possible for her. The overstimulation hit hard when he got harsher and faster. It didn’t take long for him to release inside her, groaning loudly as he emptied his load with a few harsh but slow thrusts.

Hina’s hand reached to Itto’s cheek, holding it lovingly.

“Thank you for helping me” she replied, a little more shy now.

“Hm, anything for you” he said with a soft smile, pulling out slowly. He sat up on the couch, pulling his pants back up and buckling his belt.

“Leaving already?” she asked with a saddened look, covering her body slightly with her arms, the post-nut clarity finally hitting.

“No, no, I just wanted to know if there was something I could find to clean you with. You know, you’re covered in- yeah” he said, lost feeling awkward about using crude language in front of her.

“Oh- uh- in my sleeve. I have a few handkerchiefs.” she replied, trying to stabilise her breathing and to calm herself down. Was she really sad-? There’s no way she could expect, no, there's no reason she should expect him to stay. But she didn’t want him to leave, ever. She…truly loved him.

He pulled the handkerchiefs out, using one to wipe her own mess off of her chest. His large hands felt good on her skin still, even when it wasn’t due to excessive pheromones and lust. She wanted his love.

“Hey, um, Ms.Hina” Itto said with a very worried tone. She looked back at him, finally paying attention to the situation.

“You’re uh- you’re not…y’know, you’re not leaking” he said, facepalming at how stupid he sounded. She opened her legs and slid a gloved hand down to her hole. She…she actually wasn’t emptying herself.

“I- I’m on birth control it shouldn’t matter” she mumbled, half unsure herself if that was true.A wave of guilt overcame her as she sat up, looking back at him.

“I need to tell you something!” She exclaimed. Her eyes filled with tears, all of them about to spill.

“I’m- ‘m Gorou” she muttered, scared to see his reaction. She looked down, a few tears falling from her eyes. Her ears twitched as she heard a loud laugh coming from next to her.

“Yeah, I know. I figured.” Itto said, pulling her into a tight hug. She looked at him wide eyed. He did?

“I know I was dumb not to notice earlier but as soon as I saw you had a dick it kinda clicked. I mean, surely two pretty shiba inu boys with the same coloured fur wouldn’t be working at this place.” He said, kissing Gorou’s cheek.

“So- so you-” Itto cut him off with a kiss.

“Yeah, I like you. I love you, Gorou” His tail wagged excitedly as he heard his actual name being used.

“You like me- like me, me not Ms.Hina. Me.” She stated, absolutely baffled by the confession.

“I like both of you. But I’d rather be with you since you do truly care about me”

“But why didn’t you say something sooner?” Gorou asked, perplexed. He nuzzled closer into Itto, feeling warm and safe.

“Because you really seem to enjoy being Ms.Hina. Well…I can’t say it also wasn’t a fantasy of mine to fuck her.” He said embarrassed, chuckling nervously.

“Does it bother you?” Gorou mumbled, not looking up as he buried his head in Itto’s neck

“What bothers me?” he asked with confusion, stroking Gorou’s back gently.

“Y’know. Being both Gorou and Ms.Hina? I mean, don’t you find it weird that I want to be a woman?” He asked, almost disgusted by himself as he said it.

“You want to be a woman?” Itto replied. Kissing the top of Gorou’s head to comfort him.

“Sometimes.” He replies blankly, not sure how to feel. Itto was so…calm about this but did he actually not mind or was he just saying that to be nice?

“What do you feel like right now?” he asked sweetly, running a hand through Gorou’s long hair.

“A woman,” he replied weakly.

“Then, will you be my girlfriend?” Itto whispered into her ear, wanting to make sure she was calm and comfortable. ! She hugged him even tighter a smile appearing on her face.

“Yes!” She exclaimed excitedly. Itto chuckled, kissing her head lovingly.

“I’m glad.”

#arataki itto #genshin gorou #smut #gay #fanfic #one shot #itto x gorou #genshin art #ittorou #ms hina #a/b/o dynamics #a/b/o #alpha/omega

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wolffyluna · 4 months

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I keep coming up with ways to make Always Evil DnD Races 'Better' (both "less alarming biological determinatisn" and also "more appealing to Wolffy's taste")

Sometimes, this makes sense, like with the Drow, who are both iconic and really easy to fix, actually.

But sometimes it doesn't, like my deep desire to fix the Vashar (an obscure species from the Book of Vile Darkness that runs almost entirely on Evil Vibes).

So, canon Vashar:

the gods tried to make humans, but their first draft went poorly ie he immediately grabbed a stick and tried to stab all the assembled gods. so the gods killed him, and went on to make Humans 2.0. A demon found the dead guy, rezzed him, made a woman, and thus The Vashar Started Existing

they are still incredibly deicidal

society and psychology runs on ~For The Evulz~. They have no concept of kindness or mercy, to the point they don't consider using it for leverage. Their society is full of rape and incest. They have no disgust reactions ("if a Vasharan believes eating maggots will somehow help her, she won't hesitate to do so")

society is fairly non murdery, for unclear reasons?

society is a democracy, because "no Vasharans would abide a despot." Though there's nothing on the mechanics of... how... that happened.

Is fixing them worth my time? No. But I am sorely tempted.

(Under a cut for a discussion of rape and incest in the context of worldbuilding.)

I am charmed by both the deicide and democracy. I know I was not meant to be charmed, and should not be, but I am. I'd just want a) more clear reasons why they hate the gods? (do they personally think sentient life shouldn't exist? are they allergic to the idea of people having power over them, esp in an infinite afterlife?) b) more clear reasons for how they ended up a democracy

I hate the thing where not having a disgust reaction is coded as evil, but in a way where I want to keep it. Put the cockroach eating in the same "charming" bucket as the deicide and the democracy

The way the Book of Vile Darkness treats rape and incest is… bad. Because it's trying to be dark and ~really exploring evil~ while being pg-13, the whole book is just. deeply shallow poorly thought out grimdark. And there's a thing where. Hmm. Rape and incest are evil as keywords. No thought is put into "what would a society be like if rape and incest were normalised and common?" other than "well, that would be bad." Which. Sucks. Because that is how societies actually are sometimes? I am legitimately somewhat pissed about how The Book of Vile Darkness handles this, Because of the fact that societies with entrenched systems of rape and incest are real.

I feel like you could get somewhere if you had a society that was very "either you hurt people, or you get hurt." That way abuse can sometimes make people really sadistic, because if people higher on the hierarchy hurt them, then they deserve to be able to hurt the people lower than them. that tangled set of dynamics you get in incestuous families, expanded out into a whole society. a society that is a cult with hazing rituals and a hierarchy, that hates hates hates hierarchies so much it ended up becoming a democracy because it was the only way it's leaders didn't constantly get murdered. man hands misery onto man, it deepens like a coastal shelf

and man would that be. too dark for a dnd book. if only there were other mediums that existed. (and if only the book of vile darkness people thought through the flaws with their plan.)

also the whole "first draft humans" is setting off my Implications-dar, and I don't know why, but I do want to change it

…I should not write anything with serial-numbers-filed Vashar, but I want to.

(Just, picture this: someone who is a mighty wizard, who has left the small, incredibly evil society he has lived in his entire life, and is having to learn how to like. interact with people for whom the concept of "mercy" makes sense. slowly learning there could be a better life. that horrifying mixed realisation that he has been 🐛 hurt in a culpable way, and he has hurt others, and apparently none of this was necessary. trying to pick apart the good in his childhood from the bad, the democracy and the deicide and the mealworms covered in chilli powder, from the way his whole family was constantly tearing it apart so someone could be On Top and Able To Hurt Everyone Else.)

(This is, I admit, prime Wolffy bait.)

#ideas

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Doomsday gets bored a lot. Being dead and missing all of her senses - save the ones that are severely damaged and altered - and being unable to sleep or fight anybody - save for when her living counterpart wants to - doesn't leave her with much to do, much less ways to experience anything. It also doesn't help that she possesses 1019 of her own soul from different timelines, thus compounding her already easy tendency to grow bored.

Needless to say, it doesn't take much for her to wander, looking for trouble.

Currently she is out hiking around on what's left of the Earth in this dimension. Rather, the Earth is just fine, it's the humans that are mostly gone. Most humans were fitted with a so-called life-extending chip that was meant to extend a human's shelf life, but was instead hijacked by corporations who then used that chip to project ads directly into people's brains. When those malfunctioned, people became a form of zombie, until they were released hundreds of years later upon the destruction of the satellites that projected the ads. Upon being set free, a good many of them died then, as their bodies rapidly withered and decayed while they were still using them.

Now, very few surviving humans have gathered in groups, although not many of them are in the area of the Haunted Office, so Doom finds it a bit curious when she sees two of them nearby. She spots their souls before she physically sees them. Her damaged vision makes it so that she can't really see things - she instead sees them as iridescent blobs and swirls, like looking through a bubble. The souls she sees are also colorful. One of them seems to be a greenish-blue color, like teal, while the other is more indigo.

She has to wonder who they are and what they're doing over in this area. Equally important to that is whether or not she should greet them in a friendly manner, or try to scare the shit out of them. Mischievousness is extremely tempting, especially given how bored she is...

Well, that makes up her mind in a hurry. She rushes into a nearby building, one that they are about to walk past, and suddenly lets out a loud cackle. "Ehehehehehehe! Who are these two lonely morsels out for a midday stroll? I mean, mortals. Hehehe."

@the-haunted-office

The two had been walking for a while now. The power of their crystals was more limited up here, so they had, once the technology developed, jerryrigged batteries to power their flying machines up here (which was an ordeal in itself, figuring out how to securely attach the auto batteries they used to an aktirak, chosen because of its speed and ability to comfortably seat two people, without impairing its flight). The solar battery and chargers had been the true game changers, for centuries.........until now, when their last batteries had blown and the stone shark had crashed, grounded unless they could find more batteries. Considering humanity hand made anything in centuries, they weren't optimistic about finding any.

Which was why the two were walking now. Their trips to the surface had become less frequent as humanity seemed to stagnate under the sky ads and the influence of the chip implants, with centuries between their trips instead of decades. Which was why they found the desolation surprising.

"We might be the last people left on Earth." Milo said, "I haven't seen any signs of human life yet."

"Me neither. Even the buildings look like they did the last time we were up here." Rourke observed. He left out how much the place reminded him of a war zone, though Milo could probably guess that. He knew Rourke well enough, they've been together for so long now.

"Kinda....creepy." Milo stuck closer to Rourke. He'd seen a lot, but he could still scare easily compared to Rourke.

So he practically jumped into the larger man's arms when they heard the cackling, followed by a woman's voice. Rourke, however, was not amused, and glared daggers at where the voice seemed to come from, while urging Milo behind him. Just in case.

"I've been on this earth for centuries, kid, and I've seen things that are ACTUALLY scary. You'll have to do better than that if you wanna scare me." He growled. To Milo, he added, "Guess we aren't the last people on this planet after all." Milo just nodded.

#muse: lyle rourke #muse: milo thatch

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bewarethewolfarmy · 2 years

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The Price of Secrets

(Tonight on Spencer Reid and Tsuki's Adventures in Innocent Love: Babysitting!

Masterlist

I'll Crawl Home To Her (chapter seven)

Speculations and Lies (chapter nine))

Hotch had made it very clear that Spencer was not allowed to come back to work for at least a week after his anthrax scare and thus the genius took advantage of the remaining four days of forced sick leave to not leave Tsuki's side. It was likely the calmest days he'd had in a while; he got to help her out with the store, read books in her apartment, play with Charlie, and not worry for once about saving lives or hunting monsters. Her customers were sometimes strange but they didn't come off as especially dangerous for the most part and watching her work with them, seeing her in her element, it caused his heart to flutter all the more for the woman with the amber eyes. He'd never imagined wanting to kiss someone as much as he did her and multiple times a day he got to hear her giggle as he wrapped his arms around her to lay dozens of butterfly kisses all over her face and neck; sometimes it lead to more, sometimes it just got him just as many sweet kisses in response. But he had to admit that one of the best things about the time was waking up every morning to her in his arms and realizing all over again that it wasn't a dream, hearing her heartbeat, her breathing, feeling her warmth and being engulfed by that intoxicating scent of hers and knowing she was real and his. Spencer Reid was happy, he truly was.

The fourth day started with Tsuki waking first. Sunlight started to filter through her windows as daybreak came and the small woman pulled herself from her slumber to find herself buried in tangled sheets and the form of her taller companion. It was warm and comforting and even she was tempted to not ruin it, but she knew it was morning and that that meant they would have to wake now; the store needed to be open, customers helped, and as her stomach grumbled some, food needed to be eaten. Still the sight of Spencer still asleep beside her, his dark curls half hiding his face, looking peaceful and honestly quite cute, she wandered if waiting a little longer would really be so bad.

She leaned up and kissed his cheeks, then his forehead, then finally a light peck to his lips; the man grumbled and made a face but he wrapped his arms tighter around her and pulled her closer, pressing her against his chest as he whined, “Nngh, not yet...”

“Spencer, sweetie, we need to get up,” she told him, somewhat muffled by being held so close and tight.

The man did not respond verbally, instead, snuggling her and burying his face in her hair. Tsuki chuckled and kissed his chest, making him wiggle but not release her from her captivity. After some more attempts to escape, she was ready to give in and just spend the day in bed with her favorite genius when her phone started to ring; the familiar ringtone, set to the song “Walk the Dinosaur”, made it all too clear who it was. She wiggled. “Spencer, come on, I need to answer the phone.”

He mumbled something that sounded like a rejection of that, causing her to sigh. Tsuki attempted next to tickle him and force him to let go, but this only seemed to make him cling tighter. Who knew the man was the clingy type? She should she supposed considering the last few days and normally it was okay but right now she needed to get to the phone and she couldn't with him holding her hostage.

“Spenceeeer, please?” she whined and she managed to turn her head to look up to see him making another face; it was terrible how attractive he was even grumpy, it made it hard to deny him or get angry with him.

With a grumble he moved and Tsuki believed for a second that he was letting her go but instead he grabbed her phone himself, making her exclaim in surprise as he answered it. “Hello this is Tsuki's phone, she can't come to the phone right now because she's too busy being cuddled and loved on but if you'd like to leave a message-”

“Give me that you!” she yelled, laughing as she pulled the phone away from him; he seemed awake now, looking at her with warm brown eyes and a mischievous smirk. She glared at him, with absolutely no venom, and he kissed the top of her head, nuzzling her as she put the phone to her ear, “Hi Abby.”

“Loved on huh?” Tsuki would definitely need to scold Spencer later for that one; she could hear the amusement in her best friend's voice and she felt her face heat up. Still Spencer was being affectionate and she maneuvered so she could get her hand on his chest and push him gently.

“Don't you dare start,” she told her friend then looked at Spencer and lowered her voice, “And you, go.”

“Can't I stay here?” he asked in that sweet way of his; part of her couldn't help the way her heart skipped a beat when he spoke like that, like he wanted desperately to stay with her, but she did her best to ignore it for now.

“You need a shower and I need to talk to my friend. Now go, you troublesome puppy.” He always pouted when she called him that but that was part of the appeal of calling him that; still he obeyed, very hesitantly letting go of her, though not without a lot more face kisses and giggles from her, and pulled himself out of bed to head towards the bathroom. She smiled after him, only catching herself staring when Abby cleared her voice, reminding Tsuki of who she was on the phone with.

“Sorry,” she said and heard a chuckle from the other end.

“It's fine,” Abby answered; there was a softness there and Tsuki knew what her friend was going to say before it even left her lips, “I'm just glad that you seem to have found someone better for you.”

“So what's going on, Abby?” Tsuki said, choosing instead to change the subject; she pulled herself up in bed and checked the nearest clock, squinting as she realized she was doing so without her glasses. Well easy fix; she grabbed them off the nightstand, put them on and read the time, “It's not often you call me at 9 in the morning.”

“Okay then, I'll just have to interrogate you about your new boyfriend later. I need a favor, as much as I hate to do it; work just called, there's a problem and I need to get in as soon as possible.”

Tsuki smiled some. “Got it. I'll happily babysit Tyler for you.”

“Are you sure?” Abby sounded strangely hesitant; the bookseller could pretty easily guess at what that might be about.

“It's fine; I was mainly planning on working today anyway, no special plans or anything. We were just waking up actually but you can totally bring him by and I should be ready pretty easily.”

“ 'We' were just waking up?” Tsuki winced, realizing what she had just done to herself.

“Abby....”

“Hey you said it, not me. Come on, tell me about your new boy; he sounds nice and if you actually let him stay over at your place, then I'm sure he has to be something. Is it that cute guy you've told me about, the one who keeps showing up at odd hours with the big puppy dog eyes? I mean that would explain you calling him a puppy.”

“I thought you needed to get into work quickly, Abigail.”

“I can multitask, Tsukkuyomi. So tell me about your boy.” There was a crash, some swearing, and Tsuki did her best not to smirk.

“Uh-huh. I'll see you when you get here.”

“But Tsukiiii!”

“Bye Abby.” With that she hung up, not allowing her friend to try to get more information. Tsuki adored Abby, she was probably the only person outside of her family that she honestly trusted and definitely the only outsider who knew about her past, but that was the problem too she supposed. Abby knew and being the elder of the two of them, she worried a lot about her, a kind older sister type. She meant no harm of course but Tsuki didn't want to think about the past.

She heard the water in the bathroom stop and she glanced over at the closed door. There was something far better than the past, those things she did not wish to think on or remember at all; a small smile left her lips and she waited, watched, focusing. It felt like an eternity but the door opened and Spencer walked out, partially covered by a towel and drying off his wet hair with a different one. Her face flushed, warm and bright, and she buried her face in the sheets.

“Something wrong?” He sounded amused, not concerned, and she refused to peek out to see what kind of face that strange handsome man was making.

“No, just thinking how best to make you pay for embarrassing me like that.” That was a lie of course but neither of them needed to admit it.

“Make me pay? But I was kind enough to answer the phone for you.” Tsuki did not fight it as she felt him pick her up, instead deciding to give him a huff and pout as he bundled her up in the sheet. He seemed all the more amused by this and kissed her a few more times. Her annoyance could not survive that onslaught and she laughed before pushing his face away.

“Hey no, stop, I'm trying to be angry with you!” she complained.

“Then don't be,” Spencer told her and kissed her fingers, making her huff again and wrap her arms around his neck to pull him close, pressing her lips to his. It lingered, childish and playful, for a moment before she let him go.

“You're terrible. Now put me down.”

“Yes ma'am.” He set her down on her feet and his smile softened at her as did his voice. “I didn't mean to upset you, really I didn't. I just was being playful.”

Tsuki looked at him and smiled in kind, reaching up to touch his still wet hair. “I was teasing you about being upset, Spencer. I appreciated you being playful.”

He closed his eyes, enjoying her touch and hummed softly. “So what did you and your friend talk about?”

She blinked, remembering suddenly what she was supposed to be doing. In her defense though Spencer was very distracting. “Oh right, my friend needs to do something so I volunteered to babysit her son for her; it shouldn't be for too long but they should be here soon.”

“Babysitting?” He knew it wasn't his place to complain or disapprove, this was her place and he was admittedly sort of just hanging around because between what had happened to him and how happy this place had made him even before his revelation, he didn't want to leave. As far as Spencer was concerned he couldn't just tell her no and he had no intention of doing so; still there was a part of him that did feel a bit jealous that someone else would be intruding on their time together. Customers were one thing but this wouldn't just be for a few minutes, not if it was something important her friend had to do. It seemed Tsuki expected some sort of disappointment from him, hence the comment about it not being long, and it made him feel guilty knowing that.

He continued to smile at her and shook his head. “Well then, you better go take a shower and get ready. I'm going to get dressed and then I'll make us some coffee; I think I'll leave breakfast to you.”

“Thank you, Spencer.” Tsuki leaned up to give him another light kiss before turning to go to the bathroom herself. Again with the heart fluttering; it was fascinating really how much she seemed to affect him, the power she had. It had only been a week since he had realized his feelings, four days since he learned she reciprocated; statistics and facts told him that the intensity would more likely cool than not but honestly he didn't think he wanted to ever become used to the way he felt with her. He wanted to always be delighted by how wonderful it was to have her by his side and be by hers in return.

Tsuki made pancakes for breakfast which was enough to distract Spencer when the bell for the front door went off and with a bright smile she went downstairs. He could easily guess why; it was the visitor, her friend's son, and as he sat in her kitchen, enjoying the sweetness of her homemade pancakes, he could hear voices below. Someone older, gentle, someone who had known trouble in their life; that was the first voice, the friend's he guessed. Tsuki's voice was next, sweet as always, warm as always, melodious even when not singing. And a third, childish, loud, energetic; that one had to be the kid and Spencer heard running, footsteps coming up the stairs, and before he knew it he had his first face to face with the child.

He had to be no older than four, with bright eyes and messy dark hair. He wore a t-shirt with a red t-rex on it and had a small backpack on, his pants messy and his shoes glowing with those strange lights that kids shoes seemed to have often these days. The child stared at Spencer and Spencer stared at the child, the two simply silent for a moment, a golden second, until finally the child lifted a hand and yelled loud as he could, “YOU HAVE PANCAKES!”

“Yes,” Spencer answered, wincing only a little at the volume, “Would you like some?”

The child grinned and ran over, Tsuki appearing soon after with a chuckle. Spencer barely caught the sound of the bell ringing downstairs but wasn't paying it much mind, focused more on the whirlpool of energy that was rushing into the kitchen, trying to reach for his plate. Thanks to his advanced height he was able to defend his breakfast, holding it higher and out of the boy's reach.

“Tyler, please don't climb Spencer, that's not nice,” Tsuki scolded softly, walking in as well and Spencer immediately moved to her side.

The boy Tyler stopped and looked at her, eyes wide before he pouted. “I wasn't gonna climb Mister Spencer; I just wanted pancakes.”

“Well then how do we ask for pancakes?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

He smiled, showing off missing teeth. “Auntie Tsuki, can I pleeeaaase have some pancakes?”

“That's my boy.” She reached out to ruffle his hair before moving to get him a plate as well; she made eye contact with Spencer in the process and he chuckled. Honestly it was cute seeing her with the child; Tyler cheered and ran towards the small dining table nearby, climbing onto one of it's three chairs and sitting down. It was obvious to him that there was a rapport there, an ease in how the two interacted, Tyler chattering on about something as Tsuki pulled together his food and food for herself; it was sweet and innocent and he couldn't help but feel both a bit jealous and a bit left out.

“Spencer.” Still he heard her call his name and saw her set down the plate for the child before standing beside another chair; she was watching him and it occurred to him waiting. Tyler looked over as well, with all the fascination and curiosity of a child, and Spencer froze, confused and uncertain. Tsuki chuckled. “Come on, silly, join us.”

She wanted him there too in their moment. This made sense but it still managed to make his heart skip a beat and he made his way over, putting his plate down in front of the last of the chairs. He did not sit down immediately; instead he leaned in and gave her one more kiss upon the temple, causing her to close her eyes for a second. He wanted to say something but he wasn't sure what to say; the genius sat down and found Tyler's eyes on him.

“Hey Mister Spencer are you Auntie's boyfriend?” The innocent question made him pause again and he turned to Tsuki with wide eyes of his own, wondering what to say.

They had not made any indications in four days of what this was. He knew his feelings, she seemed to know hers; the two laughed easily together, were happy in each other's company, he thought her wonderful in many of her ways and she had told him repeatedly how adorable and attractive he was to her. But the words “boyfriend” and “girlfriend” had yet to be spoken and he saw her blush brightly, sitting down as well and trying suddenly not to look him in the eye. It wasn't shame or displeasure though that seemed to drive the action but embarrassment, the same sort of sweet embarrassment that often followed his more mischievous comments to her in the last few days. Still he couldn't help but feel like it was tinged strangely with some sort of fear.

He smiled gently and took another bite of food. “I don't know, I think that's something up to your Auntie.” Spencer would have been happy to be hers and to have her be his but still a small part of him who remembered many of the serial killers they had hunted who preyed on women could not help but fear the idea of making the decision for himself. She needed to be the one to tell him it would be okay, because the last thing he wanted was to actually truly upset her.

Tsuki cleared her throat. “Tyler, why would you ask such a thing?”

“Because he kisses you and looks at you and smiles at you just like Mama's boyfriend does!” The boy seemed all too happy to reply and started to dig into his food with all the excitement of a child his age.

Tsuki's eyes lit up and Spencer got the sense that that was exactly what she had wanted. “Oh, your Mama's boyfriend huh? She hasn't told me anything about him yet.”

“That's because he's supposed to be secret,” Tyler said and put his hands over his mouth, getting his hands sticky with syrup from the pancakes that had gotten all over his mouth; she chuckled again moved to clean his face up with a napkin, the boy pouting but allowing her.

“Secret even from me?”

“Secret from everyone; Mama really likes him a looooot but he's special so we're supposed to stay quiet about him.” Once clean he resumed his massacre of the food.

“Well I promise not to tell anyone,” she said and then grinned, “I'll trade you.”

Whatever that meant Tyler seemed to understand because Spencer saw the boy's eyes widen and he nearly knocked the plate over with how fast he sat up, exclaiming happily “Really?!”. Tsuki made the boy sit back down and gently admonished him, telling him to eat; the excitement turned to childish pouting but he seemed to obey. She certainly seemed to have a way with the child and the profiler was content to listen and watch, enjoying the show.

Tyler did as told but he looked at Spencer and then turned back to Tsuki. “But Mister Spencer....”

“Oh I'm great at keeping secrets,” Spencer tried to defend himself though he wasn't too sure why he needed to. He probably would overhear anyway if Tyler told his secrets at the same volume he normally talked.

“You know Spencer, Tyler really likes dinosaurs,” Tsuki said suddenly and gave Spencer a smile.

He raised an eyebrow, not sure at first what she was talking about. What did dinosaurs have to do with secrets? It doesn't seem like it was connected at all but she had to have brought it up for some reason and hearing her mention the prehistoric animals seemed to make Tyler start yelling again, talking loudly as many facts as he could. And it struck him suddenly what she might have meant; he smiled some as well.

“I see,” Spencer said and chuckled, “Well do you happen to know what the largest dinosaur happens to be?”

“Brachiosaurus!”

“Actually, while that would be the largest complete fossil found thusfar, scientists believe that the Argentinosaurus, of which only parts have found, is likely the largest land dinosaur to have lived.” Tyler's eyes got even wider and there was a combination of fascination and adoration in his face that Spencer wasn't sure how to deal with.

“Really? Really really? Mister, you like dinosaurs too?!”

“What little boy didn't love dinosaurs?” Though admittedly he did love books more, dinosaurs were among the many things he seemed to have a near endless collection of facts about.

“What's your favorite dinosaur? Mine is the T-rex, they're the coolest!” With that he pulled up his shirt, showing off the cartoon image on it and causing Spencer to chuckle and Tsuki to laugh some.

“Based on bite marks found on the fossils of other dinosaurs it has been theorized that tyrannosaurus' were able to bite through bone. In addition it is believed that they not only were able to hunt living prey based on the size of their olfactory cavity in their skulls, they were also potentially scavengers as many carnivores are.” The boy seemed to be delighted by the dinosaur facts and Tsuki sat back to eat her food as the two started sharing what they knew. Spencer seemed happy which in turn made her happy; she knew how much he enjoyed sharing his knowledge and it couldn't be easy when people often seemed content to stop him from doing so. Or at least that's what she got the sense kept happening to him; he seemed almost shy at times to infodump on her despite the fact that she personally loved it. She loved to hear him talk and tell her random, obscure and even generally known facts; the way his eyes lit up, the way he smiled when he talked, the small notes of his voice that changed when he was happy and excited, it was all extremely pleasing to her and she was happy to let the two boys converse while she finished her food and gently, carefully, reminded both of them to eat.

Tyler to turned to Tsuki after Spencer finished explaining the newest discoveries found involving the velociraptor and with a quick movement she saw coming he launched himself onto her in a tight hug. She caught him with a laugh and he looked up at her. “Auntie Tsuki, he knows sooooo much about dinosaurs! I like him, you should definitely keep him!”

“I will take that under advisement,” she told him and snuggled the wiggly child, “So about those secrets~”

Tyler giggled and tried to break free as she started to tickle him, laughter and cries for help quickly filling the air. Spencer didn't move a muscle to help, just watching as the two played. Tyler screamed happily. “Noooo stop tickling meeeee!”

“Tell us all your secrets!” she demanded and picked him up, getting up and swinging him around in the living room.

There was more laughter and the boy relented, screaming his submission and she set him down, smirking. Spencer cleaned up the table, setting the plates in the sink before going to join the others. Tyler was giggling and rolling around on the ground, looking rather hyper for so early in the morning. Then again Tsuki had just fed him pancakes which likely didn't help his energy levels. She pulled the boy up and he put his hands over his mouth again, still giggling and Spencer moved to be beside Tsuki as she spoke, “Okay then, spill.”

“Trade first!” Tyler responded, grinning at her.

“I'll make you dino cookies.” This seemed to make the boy all the happier and he jumped up and down.

“Dino cookies! Dino cookies!”

“After you tell me about Abby's new boyfriend.” Tyler pouted and crossed his arms. Spencer chuckled.

“Fiiiine. Mama's boyfriend is Mister Aaron, he's super nice and cool and he really likes Mama a lot, I can tell. He's soooo tall, he can definitely reach the top shelf which is good because Mama can't and she won't let me climb on the cabinets anymore. He's got a kid the same age as me and Jack's my new best friend; he's really nice too and he likes dinosaurs and we met at Mama's work place because Jack's daddy was taking him out like Mama does me and we met and they wanted to know about dinosaurs and I know sooo much about dinosaurs though not as much as Mister Spencer seems to. Mister Spencer, you never told me what your favorite dinosaur is, what is it, what is it, what is it?”

Spencer was only partially listening. He had been listening entirely for most of that, though young children seemed to talk so fast sometimes and even he had a little difficulty following it all. But when Tyler mentioned a child named Jack in conjunction with the man named Aaron his brain immediately wandered off. No, that was impossible, wasn't it? Of course the chances were not that bad but at the same time, it seemed like a strange coincidence. And the Aaron Hotchner he knew was many things, he was a good leader and he did care but the idea that a child would call him “super nice” felt a bit of a disconnection. But how many Aarons with sons named Jack could there be in DC, in this close area? Still too many to count and he decided that it did have to be a coincidence.

“Why would Abby wanna be so secretive about such a great sounding guy?” Tsuki asked curious.

“That's because he asked her to,” Tyler answered and grinned and motioned for them to come closer; the two adults exchanged a look but leaned down to his level, allowing him to loudly whisper in their ears, “See Mister. Aaron is a secret agent! But don't tell anyone.”

“A secret agent huh,” Tsuki said and Spencer froze up. No, that definitely would be way too much of a coincidence: named Aaron, son named Jack, “secret agent”? There was no way....

“Do you know what his last name is?” Spencer asked and Tyler furrowed his brow and shook his head; the profiler sighed, supposing that would be too easy. Tsuki looked at him but he smiled at her, choosing not to answer the question in her eyes. Saying he might know the mysterious Mister Aaron would only mean revealing his own true identity and he still wasn't quite ready for that; he needed more time before he puts Tsuki in danger or worries her with the knowledge he was a member of a team that hunted serial killers.

“He sounds good to your Mama,” Tsuki said and smiled gently, reaching out to ruffle Tyler's hair, “I'm glad.”

Tyler grinned. “Yup he's really nice, I like him a lot too. I wouldn't let him near Mama if I didn't like him. But he is always looking at Mama the same way Mister Spencer looks at you.”

“Oh?” She looked at Spencer who moved to wrap his arms around her and nuzzle her again. It had been too long since the last time he was close to her and he couldn't help himself; she smiled and giggled some.

“Yes exactly like that!” Tyler exclaimed pointing at them, “Mama and Mister Aaron are just like that, always touching and smiling all goofily! It's so yucky but it makes Mama happy and I want Mama to be happy so I don't complain.”

“Your Mama definitely deserves to be happy so it's kind of you not to complain about the PDA,” she told him.

“You deserve happiness too, Auntie,” Tyler said and he put his sticky kid fingers on her face, “So I won't complain if Mister Spencer is all touchy and kisses you and looks at you with mushy faces cuz Mama says you're too nice and that she worries and I worry too. You're a good auntie so Mister Spencer better be super nice to you or I'll have to do something about it.”

“I promise I will do nothing bad to your dear auntie, Tyler,” Spencer said, resting his head on Tsuki's shoulder, “I want her to be happy too.”

Tsuki blushed some and Tyler nodded as if in approval before grinning again. “So about those cookies...”

“Alright alright, if Spencer would let go of me so we can stand up.” Spencer made a noise like he was thinking about it but did release her, getting a kiss to the cheek as reward. He smiled and she took Tyler by the hand to lead him back to the kitchen. The profiler followed, partially out of curiosity, partially because he got the sense that if he didn't she'd call out to him anyway. The feeling of not belonging was gone and the trio started to bake together.

By the time Tsuki's friend Abby came to pick up Tyler, a few hours later, cookies had been made, decorated and eaten; a movie had been put on for the boy to watch which ended up with both adults curled up on the couch as Tyler rampaged about happily. The store stayed close the majority of the day which didn't seem to cause too much issue and Tsuki didn't seem to mind; Spencer saw the surprise in Abby's face when she came by, taking in as much information about the stranger as possible. She was pretty and at least a few years older than Tsuki; she seemed nice enough and her look of surprise hearing how Tsuki had not opened Nevermore all day turned to curiosity as well as she looked at Spencer and smirked. He just smiled, staying by Tsuki's side and Tyler excitedly told his mom about their cookies, the movie, and the facts Spencer told him about dinosaurs; the child sounded so happy and it made Spencer delighted to have been able to share with someone else like that.

The moments following their departure were mostly quiet and still, until finally he felt her hand take hold of his and he turned to her. She was smiling, continuing to stare at the door before speaking, “Thanks for being such help with him; I know you probably didn't want to deal with a hyper kid on a day off.”

“It's fine,” he said, “It was honestly fun,” it didn't feel like a lie to say that.

“I'm glad to hear you say that,” she answered then squeezed his hand before looking at him; she looked happy and a little messy, which made him wonder how he had to look.

He reached out with his other hand to pluck some dried frosting out of her hair and she chuckled some, muttering an apology. Spencer popped it into his mouth, enjoying the sweetness of it. “You're really very good with kids; I'm a little jealous truthfully. I don't mind kids but I never feel entirely comfortable with them.”

“You were really good with Tyler too though. He really liked you; I'm sure he's gonna be singing your praises for days at this rate.”

Spencer blushed some and rubbed his head. “I just did what I always do: talk too much and at too much length.”

“Yes well we both liked it when you talked too much about dinosaurs and at great length,” Tsuki stated and leaned up to kiss his cheek, “I always rather enjoy listening to you talk about things that come to mind.”

“You never seem to stop me at least.” Not that he was complaining, he would definitely not complain about that. It was one of the many reasons he liked her and felt so comfortable there after all; she always listened to him with such a kind smile, seeming as if she actually did enjoy hearing what he had to say. Spencer knew he could go too far and be obnoxious but still, Tsuki never felt that way; she always made him feel like he was perfect just the way he was.

“And miss out on hearing what brilliant ideas and facts are in that head of yours? Never.”

“You're far too sweet to me, Tsuki.”

“Never sweet enough I think,” she said then was silent and he watched her, able to tell from her face that something else was on her mind; there was honestly a lot on his, thoughts he didn't expect and wasn't sure about vocalizing yet. But he was willing to wait and hear what it was she was thinking about, wanting to know; he wanted to know everything about her, including why it was that Tyler and his mother seemed to worry over her.

“I wouldn't mind,” Tsuki said after what felt like an eternity; he had to have looked confused before she blushed and added quickly, “What Tyler asked you about earlier and how you replied; I wouldn't be against it.”

Spencer didn't need to think too hard to remember; after all he remembered pretty much everything in his life, whether or not he might want. Tyler had asked if he was Tsuki's boyfriend and he had said it was up to her. He didn't expect her to respond to it, not then at least, but seeing how flustered she was, looking strangely shy and uncertain about such a thing, he remembered too how she had looked when it had come up the first time. Like she was embarrassed at Tyler asking about it, and like something in the idea of it scared her somehow.

He smiled and gave her hand what he hoped was a reassuring squeeze. He wanted to say so many things, tell her it was alright, that he didn't want to push her, that he wished he knew why she looked worried about such a thing. To Spencer it didn't much matter what they called this, if they were boyfriend and girlfriend or if they were something else; he was happy with her and if she wasn't ready to label them, then he didn't have the inclination to force the issue. But though he knew all sorts of facts, he knew the traffic statistics for cities miles away from there, he knew about animals that had been dead for billions of years, he knew about the general attributes of an average arsonist and what made a spree killer different than a mass murderer, Spencer didn't quite know what the words needed to best comfort her would be.

Yet still he tried. “As I said before, that is up to you.”

“I really don't mind. I just....”

“Just?” He tilted his head.

She hesitated and leaned against him, placing her head against his arm and he was hit by how small she really was. Small and light and sweet; he wanted to hold her close and more than ever he found he wanted to protect her. Though from what he wasn't sure.

“Are you sure you want to be with me?” The question confused Spencer and he furrowed his brow at her. Of course he was sure; he had spent three days thinking over and spent the last four confirming it. Tsuki made him happy, she took care of him even when she didn't need to and he wanted to be able to return the favor. There were many things he could be uncertain of in this world but as far as he was concerned this was very much not one of them. He cared about her and he wanted to be with her.

Letting go of her hand he moved to wrap his arms around her instead, pull her close and bury his face in her hair. Those all too familiar scents filled his senses, mixed with the newer smell of vanilla and syrup; it was all very sweet and he smiled to himself, closing his eyes. “I'm sure. Right now there are few things I am sure of more than that I'm happy being with you and want to make you happy too. I think the better question is if you're sure you want to be with me.”

Spencer knew there were likely better choices than he for having as a boyfriend, someone who wouldn't disappear all the time, someone who didn't have scars like his and didn't have addictions like his. The fact she'd smiled at him, kissed him, let him be there and hold her and spend time with her, even let him see a portion of the wider world she had in helping her babysit Tyler, it was all such a miracle to him he couldn't start to express. He wasn't sure he'd be willing to let her go if she asked so why did he even ask? He figured it was still not wanting to be the kind of monster he often saw, to treat he with the same kindness as she always showed him.

Tsuki leaned into him and placed her hands over his, allowing herself to melt into his warmth. A light chuckle left her and she shook her head. “Of course I want to be with you, Spencer; I mean it's not every day you get to meet someone as lovably adorable as you. Besides who will reach the top shelves for me if I let you go?”

Spencer thought of what Tyler had said about Aaron, about the man he was certain he knew, and he chuckled, nuzzling her hair and squeezing her tight. “I am certain you could figure out something but for the sake of your safety I will stick around so you don't have to.”

She giggled and the sound was like bells to him; he picked her up with ease, listening to her laugh more, feeling her arms wrap around his neck as he held her and nuzzled her playfully. The store was still not open and their task for the day seemed to be complete; he figured he might as well make use of the time before she decided she absolutely needed to open and get in some affection.

Thus went the seventh day of Spencer's forced sick leave.

#fanfiction #spencer reid #spencer reid x oc #criminal minds #babysitting fluff #the continuing adventures of these two fools #fanfic

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mangodestroyer · 25 days

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Because of some bad life experiences, I've been looking into unhealthy dynamics in relationships quite a bit. I even have a list of books to read at this point (two books that I always see recommended are "The Gift of Fear" and "Why Does He Do That?" and I seriously want to give them a read).

Now, one type of abuse I want to see discussed more is financial abuse. I currently have a relative who has made it his career to be a leech. He's caused tons of drama in the past year and just keeps getting worse. He's also started acting more and more threatening. ALSO, he's gone out of his way to abuse me for well over a decade so this crap he's pulling now is just him letting the mask slip for EVERYONE.

Why haven't I left? I've tried a couple times in the past and it hasn't worked out. But this time, I've really, REALLY had it! And I also have a much more effective plan for getting out in about a month.

And yes, I'll also admit that I think I put up with it and normalized it for the longest time because... I grew up pretty much being trapped with this person. For my own survival, I had to just sort of dissociate from my feelings over it. That hasn't served me well as an adult because mania and dissociation cause me to overlook situations that are stressing me out (and they are coping mechanisms intended to protect the brain from excessive stress). But good lord, after being away from him for a few months, and now seeing him in person on a regular basis... now it's kind of hard not to get angry about it. I've forgotten how insufferable he really is!

So, he doesn't care to contribute, he takes my shit, he shows a very dishonest character, he doesn't want to do anything with his life, he's always treated me like absolute shit, and he starts doing crazy and threatening shit when confronted. Some of this is financial abuse, but people tend to focus on the threats and emotional abuse parts of it. But the financial abuse is a huge burden too.

I want to know how to avoid people like this in the future because I can NOT deal with another individual like this again. I see so many horror stories of women getting stuck with these useless men who eat all their food and never pay for groceries, lounge about playing video games all the time and refuse to work, help out with kids, or do the household chores. Leave all the bills up to the woman. Never give their girl any attention and expect them to be their mommy. Well, mommy until they need the girl to service them (but never do anything for her in return). Emotionally dump on them and again, not care about her. Sometimes, they get like this after trapping her with marriage and kids. Sometimes, they're like my brother and get weird and threatening/stalkerish if they don't get their way because they're manchildren.

What are the redflags for this? I think I can sorta see some redflags over unhealthy views of finances in my last relationship, considering they were very materialistic, seemed unimpressed with me not making lots of money at the time (as someone who was still fairly young and in college, and also, we weren't living together), and got annoyed with my needs. But that person at least seemed like someone who wanted a nice career and wanted to accomplish things in life. They probably wanted someone with lots of money while also making a good salary themselves. So it seems like I have a bad habit of going for the opposite end of the spectrum: materialistic workaholics who are more perfectionistic. Again, that might be a response to my trauma.

I don't want to be with someone who is uber materialistic and feels like their life is ruined if they can't have it all RIGHT NOW. Or treats those who make less as lesser individuals who oughta be grateful and let them have all the say because they make the money. I don't want to be a mommy for a leech either. I would literally rather ditch everything and live in some shack to avoid that (I was almost tempted to because of said relative). Finances are important to a relationship and I want someone who will be more reasonable. More like my friend, who tries to make things equal during trips (or who is willing to cover a little more without complaint if you're going out of your way for them/doing them a favor).

I just think it's strange that finances are not talked about more. It can be all too easy to control and manipulate someone with them. Even if you're the one who owns. They can still try to fuck you out of shit legally. I also live in a state with laws that have made the shit involving my brother a fucking hell! We also have terrible divorce laws here... so idk if I'd live in this state while married.

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proudpokemonmama · 7 months

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The Nymph's melody

Chapter 2, Setting up to new journeys

Warnings: None

POV, Third person

The sun has already set and Kelly had just bid her goodbyes to Chairman Rose after the long meeting in an office he has in Motostoke. On the agenda was the discussion of her participation in the Gym challenge and she would participate like any other challenger with only small differences.

First it was agreed without any type of privileges or favoritism to benefit in battles or anything like that just because she was promoting her career in Galar. Kelly has no interest in competing for the title of champion, but as a Pokémon trainer she would give her all and felt offended when one of the employees commented that she would only partcipate in exhibition matches against members of the master league or in non-competitive matches against gym leaders and without influence the ranks.

The man was verbally torn apart when Kelly said how irrational this was, there were several trainers giving their blood along with their Pokémon to participate in the Gym challenge while she would have every chance of facing powerful opponents delivered on a silver platter.

Did they really think she would accept something like that so easily? Did they think she was a petty, selfish opportunist? She actually felt insulted, not commenting on how the pokeballs on her belt rattled in agreement and her pokemon felt equally insulted. Both she and her Pokémon wanted to give their all and also have the opportunity to witness what Galar's trainers have to offer and have the same starting point like everyone else, that is, really from the beginning.

Even trainers with great achievements and champions were not given privileges to participate in the champions cup, how would she be an exception even if it was the regional league? In the name of Dialga and Palkia, simply no! She even considered being endorsed by the Chairman himself to be too much a “privilege” for her while anyone who wants to participate needs to work to their bones to get endorsed, just like every trainer who will participate in the Gym challenge.

Chairman Rose was fascinated by her honesty and how irreverent and direct she was in expressing her opinion, deciding that it would be as she wanted because there was truth in it. A talented Pokémon trainer accepted the proposal to abandon her life in her home region to live in a new one, obviously she would be thirsty to see the potential of trainers and the wonders she could find in a new region as Galar.

In fact, it would be an insult for any trainer of her caliber to receive a proposal like this, indeed this young woman was very intriguing and showed that this year's Gym challenge would be very interesting.

Now she had finished having dinner with her Pokémon at a restaurant and after paying for the meal, Kelly walking with her Pokémon back home after taking a flying taxi to the area closest to where her mansion is.

Fortunately, on the way back, still in the flying taxi, she managed to make job announcements and that she would be hiring urgently. The sooner she interviews candidates for the vacancies, the better.

Whike walking down the street she talked to her Pokémon, already thinking about strategies for when she would battle in the gyms and having one in mind. Kelly was commenting on challenging the Motostoke gym first not because it was the closest but because she heard that the gym leader is such a formidable opponent that he made many challengers drop out the gym challenge.

And who would she be to turn down a challenge as she returns to gym and Pokémon league challenges after years of focusing on her career as a singer? Having such a tempting offer...

Well, not that her Pokémon didn't think the same. Some could already feel their blood boiling, eager for a good battle, such as a bipedal wolf Pokémon with blue and white fur and intimidating red eyes letting out growls while smiling and the way the growls sounded seemed like maniacal laughter.

Kelly: Eager to battle, aren't you Diane? – she asked smiling looking at the blue-furred wolf Pokémon whose species is known as Lycanroc, being in its midnight form.

Diane: “Ya bet!” – she replied, laughing with growls – “It’s been years since we participated in a championship or league! Just imagining what strong opponents we gonna encounter makes me want to howl!”

- “She’s not the only one.” – commented the haxorus known as Arthur with the other pokemon nodding in agreement.

Kelly: Then it's settled, let's face Mr. Kabu's gym first! Wow, how nostalgic, competing in a league again. – She smiled and her Pokémon agreed.

After a few minutes they arrived home and she greeted her mother who was watching a soap opera with her Pokémon, Kelly kissing the top of Isabel's head and announced that she was going to bed after saying that she already had dinner.

When she got to the room she gave her Pokémon some routine care before bed since she wasn't able to do it yesterday and when she finished she took the same pajamas as yesterday before going to take a good shower to sleep.

After finishing everything she needed, she was already under the covers hugging her toxicroak this time as he snuggled up against her. Wishing them good night, she surrendered to the world of dreams.

Kelly's POV

Oh my sweet squirtle, time passed much faster than Gabby racing with other Pokémon and as far as I know she’s much faster than the average of her species which are rapidash, well at least being the Kanto variation.

Luckily, I managed to find a trustworthy maid to help around the house and an experienced gardener who knows what he's doing as well as people to work on the ranch with my grandparents. The good thing is that I was able to find out from Starry if they were hiding anithing, watching each candidate, reading their thoughts and I feel guilty about invading their privacy without them knowing, but... I don't want to risk it and need to deal with those three idiots...

Another good sign is that Lanceot and Seiji had carefully monitored the body language of each of the candidates, alerting me when someone did not qualify for the job or was lying about any qualifications or previous experiences on said job, as suach one of the candidates showed disgust when she saw Anitta, my Ariados and called her a disgusting Pokémon for being bug type.

She could only be joking... This idiot applied for a job without considering that she would be around other Pokémon during work hours? I don't want a Karen person working for me... That crazy woman is enough...

But the person I hired as a maid is totally different from the candidate I mentioned before, and her name is Briella and she’s two years older than me. Maybe they accuse me of favoritism, but... She really is someone committed and determined, and she's doing this for her daughter.

Briella is a single mother of an almost one-year-old girl, as her ex-boyfriend left her when she told him she was pregnant, what a jerk! I honestly feel like my hand itches to punch this guy if I ever see him...

The boy who is working as the gardener is also a good person and his name is Leif. Margaret the Florges and Alphonse the Venusaur realized that he’s really a good person and loves what he does as well as his love for grass type Pokémon. He also looked like a child when he saw Alphonse since his Since the specimens that form the evolutionary line of the bulbasaur in Galar are not common, as far as I know they are not that easy to find in the wild, most are found and acquired from Pokémon breeders. But also, Leif gets along with my mother, after all they both love gardening.

The two I chose to work on the ranch are also serious people and enjoy what they do, as well as Pokémon lovers and have loved helping on the ranch and taking care of my grandparents', my mother's and my own Pokémon. The two are nineteen-year-old twin siblings, their names are Ellie and Jacob and they both want to study to be Pokémon doctors, but they would need money to pay for their study expenses even though they won scholarships that would reduce part of the costs. Now they have won the lottery for being able to interact with species not native to Galar for future references in studies.

Even though I arrived in Galar a month ago I still have some difficulties navigating around, the last time I got lost was when I went to Turffield to interview candidates to work on the ranch and got lost in the forests around Postwick and I had got separated from my team.

And "luckily" for me the battery on my Rotom Phone had run out so I couldn't contact anyone, and I couldn't get Charlie's help, while I was waiting for Diane or Starry to find me I had found a pokemon that I saw around Turfield when I came to visit the ranch at the time was for sale and its species name is rookidee.

The little one was hurt and I used my handkerchief to bandage it, I didn't have my backpack because we had taken a break to eat something when we were attacked by a bunch of Crawldaunt and while we were avoiding the attacks we got separated because I fell from one ravine that led directly into a river.

I swear I saw my entire life pass before my eyes and honestly thought it was the end of me when two Corvinights appeared who were undoubtedly the rookidee's parents and would think I was trying to hurt or steal their baby. But to my surprise they carried me to the nest, and I saw that one of the Corvinight had a necklace with a medallion that had the crest of the clinic that my mother worked at and they recognized me as the human baby of their kind, human savior.

They helped me find my team, because on the way we met Starry and managed to get to the ranch with some help from them after we picked up the others.

Now returning to the present moment it was mid-afternoon and I was in Hammerlock on my way to a hotel or inn to spend the rest of the day and most likely the night as in a week the Battle Gala Ball would be held.

But due to unseasonably strong winds, flying taxi flights were canceled as a safety measure. So, I tried to call a conventional taxi or app driver to get to the nearest hotel, but for some reason it was out of service and my guess would be that the windstorms must have damaged a transmission antenna or caused interference.

Charlie was trying to figure out what was causing the interference while I took the risk of getting there even if I walked and... I got lost AGAIN!

I don't even was to be able to find any sign of the subway station because thanks to the trick Ingo and Emmet taught me, I’m always able to locate myself using the railway maps and now I'm lost somewhere wondering which part of Hamerlocke I am in, without being able to use the GPS to locate me.

Now I'm sitting on a bench in a small square because my feet hurt, seriously! I barely had time to go home and change my clothes after the photo shoot and MV filming for my new album that will be released soon. I also fell asleep on the way so I couldn't exchange my high heels for my combat boots during the way here and worst of all I ended up forgetting them in the cabin of the flying taxi... Wonderful...

I never had a problem navigating around during my journey days, I'm sure my brothers would be disappointed if they knew I got so miserably lost...

Kelly: Somehow, I can feel Ingo's disappointed stare pircing into my skull and hear Emmet's mocking voice... - I couldn't help but whimper, mentally exhausted from this whole mess - Why? Why does Galar have to be so big...? I feel like a child lost in the market...

Oh how wonderful! I got lost trying to find a hotel or inn to spend the night, I will definitely end up being late for one of my first commitments in the Galar Pokémon League or appear in the headlines “pop idol found sleeping in public park” which will definitely affect my image and I'm going to have to put up with Oleana lecturing me about “Chairman Rose” this or “Chairman Rose” that.

I could ask Starry to go find an inn or hotel nearby and teleport us to our destination after they come back to me, but I didn't want to risk them being seen even though they are part of my team and eventually they will participate in a battle. Also how would I explain my sudden appearancein a hotel hall with a mythical pokemon like a Deoxys?

I have Katty's Pokéball, my beautiful Charizard, with me at Chairman Rose's request and she’s extremely fast, much faster than a corviknight. But there would be no point in asking her to help me get to the hotel or Wyndon if I have no idea where in Hammerlocke I am because something is interfering with the GPS, that is, if I'm still in Hammerlocke.

Kelly: Can this day get any worse? - I muttered to myself, almost crying from exhaustion.

- “Miss, are you okay?” – I hear a young male voice sounding worried.

When I looked at it, it was a small Pokémon that reminded me of a mareep and if I'm not wrong, the name of this little guy's Pokémon species is...

I do not own Pokémon or any element of the franchise, I only own any original characters and the plot of the story created for the sole purpose of entertainment among fans. Any type of reproduction or plagiarism of my content will not be tolerated in any way.

#The Nymph's melody #pokémon x reader #pokemon swsh x self insert #pokémon sword and shield #pokémon swsh #pokémon black and white

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