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generalsmemories · 9 months

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HELLOOO FRIEND :DD I just wanted to say that i really like your stories :33 So, can i request a Jing Yuan x reader where they meet in the past? Like Jing Yuan just accidenly bummed into Reader while walking/shopping?

Sorry if it doesn't make sense Also can i be a Hachimi Anon?

A voice unheard

✧ jing yuan x gn!reader

✧ synopsis: If you're given the chance to meet someone you thought you wouldn't meet again, what would you tell them?

✧ contents: fluff, hurt/comfort, sort of an open ending, idk what to even call their relationship, almost lovers to strangers?? mentions of other characters, namely: trailblazer (gn) and herta | word count: 2.3k (i don't know how.)

✧ a/n: i do admit i pondered a bit on this. it may not be what you had hoped but i hope it was still to your liking! also you can of course be hachimi anon so welcome welcome! also this idea popped up after listening to jjk's season 2 opening "ao no sumika" just as a lil fun fact if ya want some more suffering

✧ note: this drabble is mostly written through Jing Yuan's pov, so the sentences written in italics are jing yuan's thoughts!

"Do you have any regrets, general?" Jing Yuan blinked in surprise, the usual smile he sports on his lips slipping a tiny bit before directing his gaze down towards the trailblazer who curiously looked up at him, patiently waiting for an answer, "Why the sudden interest?" he asks instead.

He doesn't get an answer immediately, but he can tell that the trailblazer before him is witholding some information with how their eyes dart back and forth instead of facing him directly. When they peek once again over to Jing Yuan and sees that he's still staring down at them, they let out a sigh before looking ahead once again, "There's this one member of the Genius Society..." they start. which makes Jing Yuan more confused than before.

"... Do I assume that this member of the Genius Society wants to use me as some sort of guinea pig?" he asks outright, the trailblazer once again losing any ounce of confidence they had just gathered to say that one sentence, turning around while scrambling for words, "I did offer that I could do it again! I mean I already do her Simulated Universe testing, but when I offered she just stared at me with such a dead look! And then she told me I would have nothing to give her because I don't have enough memories-"

Oh, so that's what it's about.

The proposal seemed intriguing enough, "Why not? It would make for quite an enjoyable day, seeing that there's not a lot to do today. What do you need to know? I would have to make you aware I'm not able to leave the Luofu in it's entirety, so making the trip to this members abode would not be feasible at this time," Jing Yuan huffs out with a laugh, the trailblazer merely shaking their head, "No, she gave me one of her puppets to bring with me on the express if she ever wanted to do some testing."

"... Gave you one of her puppets?"

"It's a long story, general. But she is already waiting for you by the express, if you would have the time to make the trip to Cloudford for a few hours at most?"

Which is how Jing Yuan finds himself strapped to a bunch of wires and holding a peculiar looking helmet with even more wires attatched on the outside. Glancing towards the side, he can see a smaller person beside the trailblazer, her obvious ball-joints fully on display - he assumes that this person was the rather... "Eccentric" Genius Society member the trailblazer was referring to.

"... So you're the general of the Luofu, I had assumed you would be far older appearance wise," Jing Yuan merely gives her a cheeky grin and a tilt of his head, "Anyway, I wanted to see if I could perfectly replicate a certain memory that's buried deep down within your brain with just a few important keypoints from the recipient within the Simulated Universe. Of course we could've had a broader scope if the trailblazer had just dragged you to my space station, but alas," she says, gesturing for Jing Yuan to put on the helmet before nodding towards the bed, "We're only limited to one particular strong memory. So general, what's your biggest regret?"

"Ms. Herta, I would have a lot of memories being that I've lived for this long, no?"

"Which is why I'm telling you to think of one of your biggest ones, every human has tons of regrets - you just happen to have way more than the average which makes you a perfect candidate."

His attempt on making a lighthearted joke was quickly shot down. However now that he's being forced to think over all the people he's had to let go of during his life, he finds himself in quite a pickle.

But somehow, there's still one foggy memory that yet seems so clear to him.

"... There's one individual who I would want to talk to again. If I remember correctly, the day I met them again after centuries apart was nothing more than half a day at most. But I wasn't aware that meeting would also be the last day," he starts, about to continue before Herta raises her hand to stop him.

"That's plenty already. I'm now going to transfer your consciousness to small pocket reality where that exact memory happened. You just do whatever you want once you're in there - any data is data after all."

The artifical sun seems somehow brighter than it usually is when Jing Yuan opens his eyes again. When he finally gathers himself and starts to look around he realizes that he finds himself at Starwatcher Avenue overlooking the street from a higher spot - the familiar yells of street vendors and laughter of passing families or merchants clear in his ears.

Everything seemed so real that it was quite honestly terrifying.

The people greeting him with a smile or a bow when he descended down towards the street, the Cloud Knight giving him a salute and even to the finches landing on his shoulder or head.

If he hadn't known any better, he would've genuinely thought that he was for once experiencing quite a pleasant dream where the Luofu wasn't dealing with the problem of a stellaron.

"Does the newly appointed general really have time to laze around the Avenue like this?" he immediately stiffens up upon hearing that voice. A voice he was sure he had already forgotten what truly sounded like , but yet when he heard it again he knew he would never be able to forget such a lovely voice.

If he didn't knew any better, he would've thought that fate was toying with him by giving him such a nice start only to crush him completely.

"... Jing Yuan?" you call out once again, a bit more nervously since the general before you didn't even turn around to address you.

Ah, if I remember correctly I did immediately turn around when they first called out.

So he takes a deep breath, holds it in for a few seconds before he lets it out and turns around. And the moment he does he's awestruck.

How in the world was Ms. Herta able to recreate your whole appearance to such a degree? Granted she probably took the little information he had provided and done something, but to be able to fabricate your apperance, behaviour and manner of speech in such a short time?

Jing Yuan doesn't know what he should be feeling.

"I thought a busy ranger like yourselves would be far too occupied to take the time to talk to a general, but here you are as well," he jokes back, hoping that you can't tell that his smile is a bit more wobbly than usual.

He forgot how captivating you looked back then.

"Please, I have time to sit down and chat with an old friend, don't I?" you joke, gesturing him closer to you as you sat down at one of the many cafés the Avenue has to offer, "And I bet you also have time seeing that you took upon the offer to sit down and have a few drinks," you added on with a gleeful smile.

He also forgot how easy it was for you to make him feel at ease - even after centuries apart.

[And exactly what part of this memory is your biggest regret, general? It seems like you're having the time of your life here.]

A sudden textbox appearing right before his eyes made Jing Yuan's eyes widen, the general blinking owlishly at it in amazement. Your own eyebrows raise at his rather surprised face, tilting your head with a frown, "You're acting unusually weird today, is everything alright?"

"Oh, yes. I might've had too much work lately for a proper nap," he lies effortlessely - a trait he found that he would habitually do centuries later.

[Oh, don't worry, you can just answer. I'll just make them forget that you answer me the moment you do.]

Jing Yuan sighs, "I mentioned that this would be the last time I would meet them, right? They're a part of the galaxy rangers. We've drifted apart when I got appointed general and they found a chance to join shortly after. If I remember, this would be the first time and last time in over a decade we meet again."

[... Ahh, I see now.]

He's sure that Herta understood what that meant, being that she was part of the same society as the alleged perpretator.

So Jing Yuan decides to omit the details on how much closer the two of you actually were. The night late banters while overlooking the same avenue you were currently seated in, the countless sparring matches that always "coincidentally" ended with either one of you on top of the other in a fit of laughter (Ignoring the fact that his arms are 90% of the time wrapped around you in a vice grip during these moments).

He excludes the joyous moments you had spent with him and his other close friends. How your fingers twirled around his longer strands and bringing them to your lips with a smile, or when you lightly squeezed back when he entertwined your hands together when the two of you decided to slip out of a rather large gathering after a succesful expedition.

He omits the fact that you're both currently wearing (and in his case still wearing till this day) the accessories the two of you had previously gifted each other. He can faintly see the necklace you have tucked beneath your shirt, and he's aware that your gaze is on the tassel he has attatched to one of his belts.

It was the last time he would see you after all. And yet, even with this knowledge he has now - he still finds himself doing the same mistake he did all those centuries ago.

He's still quiet. He's still dead silent even when he knows what kind of fate awaits you when you rise up from that chair before him and continue your initial plan for the day.

You let out a quiet laugh, perhaps mistaking his quietness as awkwardness as you start to stand up in your chair, "I can't take more of the generals' time with my selfish request, so I should probably go and gather what I was originally supposed to get," you inform whilst rising from your chair. Meanwhile Jing Yuan was rooted in his spot, looking down at his teacup without answering you. He's aware that your gaze is on him.

And yet he doesn't dare to look up to make eye contact, just like back then when this was all not a simulation. Instead choosing to swivel the contens inside the cup he was gripping.

He pauses in his movements, blinking as realization slowly dawns down on him.

That's right, this is a simulation. What has happened has already happened, I can't change that.

"Ms. Herta. If I were to do something else than what I had originally done, how much of the response back would be genuine?" he whispers lowly, he can tell that you're starting to move away.

"... Well, it was nice meeting you again, Jing Yuan."

[90%. This is all a code, yes. But I can assure you that whatever response they give you now would mimic exactly what they would've initially responded happened back then if were you to say what you're about to say instead.]

Jing Yuan didn't know he could add more to this regret than what had already transpired. But there it was, a new regret on this memory served to him on a silver platter.

"... Wait, [Name]," he calls out as he gets up from the chair, the screech it makes against the pavement being loud enough for you to turn around to face him with wide eyes.

And he's stunned. In the past, he had stayed rooted in his place and thus not even seen your back as you walked away from him. He knew your voice was a bit wobbly back then, but now he's properly staring at you and taking in more of your appearance. Your reddened eyes and slightly agape mouth, slightly swollen from how you most likely bit them to reduce any noise.

He finds himself suddenly unable to let his voice out.

"... If we were to not meet again at all after this," he finally utters after a while, trying his best to ignore the urge to get closer to you. Instead he sucks in a deep breath before giving you the same easy-going smile he's gotten used to wearing at all times. The starting sentence makes you furrow your eyebrows in confusion, turning your body fully to properly face him while awaiting his next words, "... What would you do?" he asks in the end, staring as your eyes go from a widened state to gazing at him softly.

"I would tell that I loved you," you answer immediately.

Now it's Jing Yuan's eyes to widen.

"And then I would cease to exist sometime in the future without being able to see you again, the end," you add whilst turning around again so your back was facing him.

"Was that a joke?"

"...Unfortunately not."

You still don't turn around, but you're rooted in your spot for a few minutes - as if giving him a chance to do something, anything.

And it's at this moment that Jing Yuan comes to the realization that he's no good with emotions. He knows he's opening his mouth, but he's also aware that they keep closing too. The words die at the tip of his tongue, and his eyes are still staring at your back as you start to move further away from him.

He comes back to his senses far too late, only able to walk a few steps while reaching out a hand, "We'll meet again, right...?" he cries out, although he's fully aware you can no longer hear him.

[Well I got what I wanted. Jing Yuan I'll bring you back now.]

Jing Yuan can feel his consciousness getting dragged away from the simulated scene before he can answer. But just before his vision completely blackens, he can see you turn around while raising your arms up, seemingly waving at him - he can make out your smile as you open your mouth.

"Goodbye."

#honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #honkai star rail imagines #honkai star rail x you #hsr x you #star rail x reader #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan x you #x reader #reader insert

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hitomisuzuya · 1 year

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I NEVER WENT TO TUMBLR AO FASTTTT AFTR THAT NOTIFFFF yes i have notifs on for u i love ur writing!! PLS A THREESOME XIAO AND SCARA X READER college au after they’ve been fighting over us throughout the day like the classes n stuff ☝️and then after the day ends we gi back to our dorms and then yea 🔥🔥

Scaramouche x fem!reader x Xiao Threesome. Smut. College AU.

a/n: Aww, really?🥺🥺 thank you so much for your support and kind words😌 I hope you enjoy. I swear I am not playing favorites here, I am not lol. Here is the pitch ❤️ It's been awhile since I have written a threesome, so forgive me if it sounds rusty.

Tagging @xxventiswindblumexx cause they are the local Xiao simp and they are the one I am doting on😌 Kichi, darling, if you are here, don't read this unless you are comfortable<3

Your eyes were darting back and forth between the two boys in front of you. It was your final class of the day.

Scaramouche and Xiao were staring each other down, Scaramouche with his arms crossed.

"Move on to another table, you have sat next to y/n the last two classes. I won't let you sit next to them, this time. It's my turn, so be gone," Scaramouche said, smacking a hand on the table in the lecture hall to emphasize his point.

You sighed.

Scaramouche scoffed.

Xiao looked right back at Scaramouche, not willing to relent.

You stood up. "You know what, both of just sit down. I'll go, I don't need the credit anyways," Gathering your books, you slug the handle of your bag over your shoulder and headed for the door. "Can you tell the Professor that I left early, and that I will email my paper or be by to drop it off later?" You asked another classmate in passing, who nodded.

Seriously, those boys..what were going to do with them? It was starting to stress you out how hard they were fighting for your attention.

But, you didn't mind it either.

Scaramouche went after you first with Xiao right on his heels.

Scaramouche held the door of your dorm open when you tried to close in their faces. You sighed and Scaramouche just knew you were going to sass him. And he couldn't wait.

"Be careful, Scara, I have been known to close the fingers of bratty boys who can't be patient in things. I did that to my brother once when he thought I wasn't opening the window fast enough. He learned his lesson," You said, setting your eyes into a defiant stare.

"You wouldn't..would you?" Xiao peered around Scaramouche, curious.

"Try me. Use it as a lesson not to get in the way of a girl and her naps. You are playing with fire with this one," You countered. You put a hand on the doorknob to emphasize that you were capable of backing up your words.

Shh, you didn't mean it. Scaramouche just needed to be handled a certain way. You raised an eyebrow. "Well, no come back, Scara? And here I thought you could handle me."

Scaramouche's flashed with lust when he glared at you. "Such insolence. It almost sounds like you want to be put in your place.." He loved it when you got uppity.

"Then by all means, lay into me," You purred, looking at both boys.

"Close the door, Xiao. It won't do much to muffle you screaming and moaning while we fuck you senseless," Scaramouche growled, grabbing you by the elbow and flinging you onto your bed. "I'll even be kind and let Xiao fuck you first just to prove I can make you scream louder for me."

Hasty hands started to remove clothing, Scaramouche slightly tearing at yours while Xiao was a little more gentle despite the same strong lust that gripped Scaramouche.

Scaramouche's lips were against yours, biting your lips, his tongue demanding to curl around yours. Moaning, you gladly obliged him. Rolling off of you, Scaramouche tore his lips from yours, batting your legs open, his head dipping down to flick his tongue over one of your nipples before sucking harshly, making your back arch off the bed in pleasure as Xiao got on top of you.

You put a hand on the back of Scaramouche's head, tangling your fingers in his hair before tugging on it. He sighed, content, smirking that he had drawn the first moan from your throat. His hand moved to press circles on your clit, determined not to be out done by Xiao.

You trembled in pleasure, leaning up to rest your forehead against Xiao's. "Just take me, Xiao, please," You pleaded, kissing him open mouthed and passionate.

Xiao was glad you said that. It had been hard for him to contain his lust, he was just quieter and more dignified about it than Scaramouche. Biting down on your shoulder, he thrust his cock inside of you, groaning as he bottomed out immediately. "So needy..so wet," He babbled, grinding his teeth against the fold of skin in his mouth. Now it was his turn to smirk because he had put the first blossoming hickey on your skin.

Marking you first was something Xiao enjoyed beating Scaramouche to. You mewled, crying out as your walls started to clamp down around Xiao's cock.

Scaramouche's fingers left your clit, putting them immediately in your mouth for you to suck on. He moved them in and out of your mouth, making you drool before pressing down on your tongue, making you gag so he could add a third finger. Your tongue lapped at his fingers in appreciation.

Xiao's thrusts turned sloppy, his cock twitching before his cum spilled inside of you, making you writhe, moaning muffled around Scaramouche's fingers. You were twitching from overstimulation by the time your orgasm washed over you.

The second Xiao rolled off of you, stroking your cheek as he kissed you, Scaramouche pulled his fingers from your mouth with a wet pop. "Now scream nice and loud for me while I fuck you dumb, and call me Master."

#genshin impact #genshin smut #fem!reader #college au #scaramouche #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x y/n #xiao #xiao smut #xiao x reader #xiao x y/n #xiao x you

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the-fiction-witch · 29 days

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ȳdragon

Media House Of The Dragon

Character Daemon Targaryen

Couple Daemon X Reader

Rating SMUT

Hello! Thank this amazing individual @madame-fear for helping me find the link for the translation for all the valyian language, please please go check them out there is so SO much good HOTD stuff they've done, but big thank you for helping me out with this one!

I lay on my back surrounded by the red and black sheets, many of them tossed and strange from my squirming, my hands tied against the bedposts with silk red fabric, my body covered only by my thin white cotton dress, my hair sprawled on the pillows, my body squirming and contorting, my knees up and my legs pushed as far apart as they will go. Daemon's rough hands against my thighs his fingertips squeezed into my skin forcing my legs to remain open no matter how much I squirmed against my bed. We had been at this for hours and we would be at it hours more if he had his way, His Targaryen hair was all I could see if I glanced down as he buried his head between my legs, he teased me licking my outer labia before his deep voice vibrated against my skin.

"ȳdragon, [Speak]" he demanded,

I whined feeling my cunt throb with desire for his attention, "Daemon please I-"

"ȳdragon. [Speak.]" He demanded again with more authority,

"kessa ñuha jorrāelagon, [Yes my love,]" I cooed,

"Sȳz dārilaros [good princess]" He cooed peppering kisses against my throbbing clit,

I gasped and pulled at my wrist restraints, "Uh..." I squirmed against his kisses, "Kostilus dombo, iksan already sīr ēdrugī daemon, [Please no more, I'm already so tired daemon]"

"Daor ēva ao've tetan rehearsing dārilaros, [Not until you've finished rehearsing princess,]"

"kostilus seper syt iā mēre tȳne" I whined,

"kostilus sepār syt iā mēre tȳne, [please just for a one second]" He corrected as he moved down to let his tongue slip inside me moving back and forth to thrust inside me,

"Ahhhh ughhhhh!" I squealed squirming against the bed feeling his firm wet tongue slipping in and out, "Kostilus! dombo. kostilus [Please! no more... please....]" I begged,

"Sȳz dārilaros [good princess]" He cooed moving back up to kiss my clit giving it soft little tender kisses that only wind me up further,

"bisa iksis cruel! [This is cruel!]" I whined,

"Kostilus lo ao practiced hae nyke eptan, nyke wouldn't jorrāelagon naejot sagon cruel dārilaros. [Perhaps if you practised as I asked, I wouldn't need to be cruel princess.]" He growled,

"Ikcen trying ñuha sȳrje," I whined,

"Iksan trying ñuha sȳrje. [I am trying my best]" He corrected moving down to tongue fuck me once more,

"UHhhh no!" I whined, trying to squirm and resist the pleasure, "Daemon please!" I whined,

"Ah." He warned, "ȳdragon. [Speak.]" He demanded,

"Kostilus daemon dombo, nyke kivio nyke'll sagon sȳz, nyke kivio nyke'll gaomagon tolī practice [Please daemon no more, I promise I'll be good, I promise I'll do more practice]" I squealed,

"Sȳz dārilaros [good princess]" He cooed moving back up and sucking on my clit clamping his lips around my clit and sucking hard,

"Ughhhhhh ughhhhhh!" I squealed fighting against the ties kicking my feet a little but he gripped my thighs harder,

"AH. ah. ah." He warns, licking my clit with each word,

"AHhhhhh!"

" ȳdra daor squirm dārilaros, ao'll sepār jiōragon aōla punished syt longer [don't squirm princess, you'll just get yourself punished for longer]" he growled between kisses,

"Daemon..." I whined throwing my head back, "Kostilus ñuha jorrāelagon, [Please my love,]"

"Kessa dārilaros? [Yes princess?]"

"Kostilus. ivestragī nyke rest, [Please... let me rest,]" I whined squeezing my thighs on his head, "Kostilus zȳha tolī olvie, iksan already overstimulated daemon, kostilus. sepār iā tȳne hen rest, [Please it's too much, I'm already overstimulated daemon, Please... just a second of rest,]" I begged him,

"Sȳz dārilaros [good princess]" He smirked, pulling back his eyes and staring at me from between my legs, "Se skoros kessa gaomi? naejot ensure gaomā hae emā vestās dārilaros? [And what shall we do? To ensure you do as you have said, princess?] "

"Whatever kessa kostilus ao ñuha jorrgalagon." I cooed,

"Whatever kessa kostilus ao ñuha jorrāelagon. [Whatever will please you my love]" He corrected a glaring look in his eyes as he returned to my dripping cunt,

"Daor kostilus ñuha jorrāelagon! [No please my love!]" I begged before he could slip his tongue inside, "Please... please... please..."

"Kessa dārilaros? [Yes Princess?]" He smirked,

"Dombo tonight, [no more tonight]" I begged,

"se instead? īlon kessa gaomagon skoros ñuha dārilaros? [and instead? we shall do what my princess?]" He growled as he knelt on the bed over me staring down at me,

My eyes wander his bare chest but I am unable to open my mouth,

"ȳdragon. [Speak.]" He demanded as he leant down and held my jaw in his grip,

"Īlon could mazverdagon se olvie vigorous devoted passionate hen bed-breaking jorrāelagon, īlon could sagon isse each tolie's nesh ēva se ñāqes breaks rȳ Zōbriēdar rāenion, īlon could spend se bantis insuring aōha qogron hae ao bury aōha nūmo iemnȳ aōha dārilaros, [We could make the most vigorous devoted passionate of bed-breaking love, we could be in each other's arms until the dawn breaks across Blackwater Bay, we could spend the night ensuring your line as you bury your seed inside your princess,]" I whispered as seductively as I could against his lips, "Would bisa kostilus ao daemon? [Would this please you daemon?] "

He chuckled and stroked down my arms untieing my restrains before he grabbed my hips and forced himself inside me,

"AHhhhhhh!" I screamed feeling him suddenly force himself inside me without warning, feeling his hard cock throb inside of me,

"sȳz riña dārilaros [good girl princess]" He growled holding my jaw as he pulled me into a kiss and began his thrusts, I kissed back throwing my head back as we kissed, clawing my arms down his back and moaning into his mouth as he thrusted...

#matt smith x reader #mattsmith #matt smith #daemon targeryen #hotd daemon #daemon x reader #daemon #daemon targaryen #daemon targeryan #daemon targeryen x reader #daemon x y/n #house targaryen #house of the dragon #houseofthedragon #hotd x reader #hotd

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konigsblog · 7 months

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minors dni, 18+. all i can think about is gym instructor!konig who's a huge pervert for you. using any opportunity to his advantage and groping you whenever he possibly can

warnings: word vomit, female reader, könig being pervy

gym instructor!könig admiring the way your tits bounce as you run on the treadmill. skin tight clothes sticking to your curves, giving him a perfect view of your ass from behind as he praised you with a low tone and a deep accent, palming himself discreetly.

and god, how good you felt pressed right up against him; the curve of your ass just fitting perfectly against his bulge, wondering and fantasising about what you look like naked and glistening with slick running down those perfect thighs. how breathless he leaves you, your face flushed as he straddles you, using the opportunity infront of him to grind his bulge against your clothed crotch.

those pretty tits pushed right up against his brute chest as he pins you to the training mat, bucking his hips into you and rubbing his bulge back and forth along your covered sex while you're distracted— imagining how vulnerable and hot you'd look naked beneath him.

and when it comes to showering, his eyes don't leave you, not once. holding your panties he'd found in your locker tightly and huffing at them greedily, the water running down your perfect body making him grunt from pleasure. how bare and wet you were, it was all making him so hard, pure desperation rushing through him at the thoughts of corrupting you. perhaps he'll just have to take your pretty panties, you'll be alright without them.

you're so lost annd dumbfoundednon where you put your panties, not thinking once that your perverted gym instructor took them. but you figure you'll put another pair on once you're home, hoping no ones willn notice. you were planning on saying goodbye, but couldn't seem to find him anywhere... könig's hand wrapped around his thick cock, your panties along with it. each stroke made him shudder and grunt loudly, moaning your name and fisting his huge dick erratically and rapidly — desperate to ruin your poor pussy for any other man.

a white substance crusted on the fabric, stained into it and stuffed into his pocket before he leaves. you're ao nïave that he's sure you'll never catch on, obliviously allowing him to rub up against you in the guise of “training you” his huge cock straining his boxers as he pushes his crotch against your ass subtly.

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thegreatwicked · 3 months

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Bait the Beast by @more-cardigan-than-womanLord help me, I found a new little gem. You cause a bit of a ruckus with Coblepot and Roman thinks you need a lesson.

Yours by @tarrenterror25set in the AO! Verse Roman is having some trouble during the holidays overcoming everything the Joker did to him, good thing he has you. Because he does. You're his now. Melt. Sorry about the mess.

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Water and Rock by @split-spectrum I honestly cannot say enough good things about this story It follows Obi-wan/Fem Reader in the classic Master/Padawan troupe and it. is. SPICY. Up to twelve chapters which I have read MULTIPLE TIMES and it hits so hard. Go read this story it is sexy as HELL and gives you the feels. She's so damn good at writing Obi-Wan it hurts, but like in a kinky good way.

The Gift by @ladyinwriting18 I have already spoke at length about the fabulousness that is Lady in Writing and her amazing content. This one is a favorite! Its a Maul/Reader Insert and it is smutty sxy and kinky. Seriously if Maul is your fictional crush (Hi me too!), go read this.

The Three Princes Part One: The Oldest Profession by @thenightmarketofdathomir This writer is freaking legendary. I do not know the collection of words in my own language to describe the eloquence and sophistication this writer possesses. Just go. Go read this and you let me know if you're ever the same again. This gem stars our boy Feral and is a you/reader insert. Oh damn, this story makes me want things...

Birthday Wish, Romancing the Pages, The Write Seduction, To Create Life, by @jedianjakenobi Y'all, this author holds a special place in my writer's heart. She's a published author on Amazon and she's truly amazing. Her works are all Obi-Wan-centered and reader inserts. Birthday Wish is a birthday crush from your sexy neighbor, Romancing the Pages is a fake relationship/summer romance with a reclusive shy librarian (Ben) and a best-selling author, The Write Seduction is a professor Kenobi/writing student story and it is SPICY. And my favorite To Create Life is a Jedi Council green lights a baby-making program and who else is the reader paired with? Their good friend Padawan Kenobi. My darlings, my friends, if you like Obi-Wan smut then you are doing yourselves a disservice by NOT reading these.

Empty Me Out by @221bshrlocked reader insert/DOM Obi-Wan I'm tellin y'all this story NEARLY killed me. I've lost track of how many times I've readit. You're an entertainer and Master Kenobi needs information from you, so you give him what he wants and then he gives you what you want. Where it Wasn't massage therapy reader insert/Obi-Wan, do I need to say more? Pretty sure I melted into the floor with this one.

His Loving Satine by @waterlily707 I love reader insterT and OCs but these two Obi-Wan and Satine are a joy to read. Temporary paralyzed Obi-Wan at the "mercy" of a slightly dom Satine. Juicy, gorgeous, little bit of fluff. Love it.

Room 24 by @murdockussy Little angsty Obi-Wan/reader insert enemies to lovers in an undercover assignment-type situation. Spicy, dom Obi-Wan give. Me. More.

Tea with Lemon, Tea with Honey by @wickedscribbles an established relationship as a reader insert and Obi-Wan. If you want honey then you get to take care of a sick Obi-Wan and kind out you have a new kink, if you want Lemon then Obi-Wan takes advantage of said kink and whisks you away to another planet for some R&R under the guise of "work." Enjoy!

Actors/Characters

Ben Hardy

Hold Me Close, Don't Let Me Go by @stray-kaz God. This one shot is just sxy as hell, it's a Billy/Four fro, 6 Underground/Female Reader. Our boy comes home to one hell of an 'I missed you, I need you right now' welcome. GO read it. Right now.

Such an Experience by @rogermyreligionOk. Guys... FUCK, this is a hot little oneshot Roger Taylor of Queen/Female reader and OMG. Just go read it. I've officially stopped counting how many times I've read this. Smutty/Sexy. I'm dead.

Long Distance by @acciotwinzwinz. Y'ALL. Sit your asses down and read this Roger Taylor/Reader insert/You. It's fluffy, its sexy, its cute and the smut is -chefs kiss- Yes, I read this one a lot too.

For now, these are some of my favorites that I frequently reread because I love them. I'll probably be adding more, it's more than likely I've forgotten some...

#fic rec #ben hardy characters #star wars #dc comics #jason todd #roman sionis #all smut all the way #billy/four x reader #roger taylor #obi wan x reader #obi-wan smut #roman sionis smut #jason todd smut #darth maul x you #darth maul smut #Support writers content #My favorite fanfics

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kleftiko · 7 months

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❦ HOUSE OF SILVER

cw: mature themes (paid sexual favours), implied historical violence, historical ideologies regarding sex, fem!reader

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The Edo period—the final era of feudal Japan. daimyos, samurais, and the common class, all with a purpose to help society. After her father lost his money and status when she was a child, y/n works as a maid in a teashop, following courtesans and cleaning up after their jobs. When the head of the Gojo clan comes in one night, she doesn’t expect to see him again, much less have him call on her.

Madame Ino is a few seconds away from breaking her nails clean off of her fingers. In the rising sun, her panicked look reminds you of an ao nyobo, with you being her victim, waiting to be devoured for trespassing on her house.

She takes a look at your clothing, which isn't very different from when she left you at the door to the room a few hours ago. You can't tell whether she feels relief or disappointment. Her eyes dart back and forth, searching for any signs of mischief or wrongdoing. It's as if she's trying to piece together the puzzle of what transpired in her absence.

"Tell me." She speaks, her wide eyes locked on you. And you're waiting for her painted lips to unhinge and swallow you whole.

A shallow breath hisses from your teeth as you try to figure out where to start the story.

"He didn't..." You begin, "Lord Gojo didn't call for me to... satisfy him."

An audible click resounds through the room as the Madame's red nail clatters to the floor. Her gaze intensifies, her voice trembling with a mix of relief and disbelief.

"Are you certain?" she asks, her fingers gripping the edge of the table. The weight of her trust hangs in the air, urging you to continue your explanation.

You nod fervently, assuring her that you did not jeopardize the teashop's reputation with your clumsy inexperience. As her breathing calms down, her eyes flick down to her thumb, now without a nail, dripping small bits of blood onto her pale skin.

"What did he want?" Her voice is barely above a whisper as she tries to steady herself. The tension in the room is palpable, and you hesitate for a moment before responding, carefully choosing your words.

"He asked about my family."

You can see a flicker of fear in her eyes as she processes your words, but as quickly as it appears, she snubs it out. The Madame takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself before speaking again.

"Why would he be interested in your family?" she asks, her voice filled with concern.

You shake your head with genuine confusion.

"I told him everything I know; I was brought to you when I was 10, before that, I have no record of where I was or who I was with."

She nods her head, focusing elsewhere as her anxious fingers run over her bloody thumb. If she's not careful, she may get an infection or stain her clothes.

"Madame?" You draw her attention back to you. "Shall I get you a towel?"

A soft sigh escapes her lips as she realizes the state of her thumb. "Yes, please," she replies gratefully. "Thank you for your concern."

The bumpy road slightly rocked the carriage along the road. The passengers inside could feel the vibrations of the uneven terrain as the carriage made its way forward. The constant swaying as a wheel overcomes a stone is the only sound heard besides Lord Gojo's hand fiddling with the chasen mage atop his head.

A small pout sits on his lips, eyes trying to peer to the top of his hair as he mumbles, "I don't like having my hair up."

The samurai you'd seen once before sits beside him, his gaze fixed out the window and not on the Daimyo.

"Take it out." He simply states.

The pout is redirected to the samurai.

"Tsumiki worked hard on this; I can't just take it out."

"Then don't."

You blink a couple times, the sleep surrounding your head still fogging up your mind, so you can't quite tell if this is a dream or not.

You remember footsteps and the Madame's voice bringing you out of reverie.

"Lord Gojo, please." Her voice was in the hall but quickly gained volume. "You can't just take the girl away; you know that's going to cause trouble."

"I find that trouble doesn't bother me much." The Daimyo's voice made your eyes open and your head lift from the futon.

And that's when he opened the door to your and Miwa's room. His enchanting smile was casual as always as he looked down at you.

"Good, you're awake." He said. "Get dressed; we have somewhere to be."

And that's how you ended up in the carriage with the two men, apparently on the way to the Daimyo's place.

You clear your throat, wondering whether or not you were allowed to speak, but when the two pairs of eyes are on you, you manage to ask, "May I know your name?"

The samurai bows slightly and says, "Geto, ma'am."

You replicate his move, "Y/N. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"I didn't get a proper introduction." Gojo cuts in, not looking upset in any way. "When we met, you looked like you wanted me dead. The next time, you just started undressing."

In harsh embarrassment, your eyes fall to the floor, and you feel heat spreading through your skin.

"I apologize for that," you mumble. "I was under a different impression at the time."

Gojo doesn't answer, and out of curiosity, you looked up to find an amused smile on his face as he watched you.

"Well, so long as that's cleared up, we have something to ask of you." Geto interrupts, and you look towards him. Despite the intimidating implication of him being a samurai, having a sword, and towering over you, his presence was far more comforting than the Daimyo's.

Gojo makes you act irrationally, so for the remainder of the carriage ride, you focus on Geto.

Upon arrival, you look out the window.

The scenery is breathtaking, with lush green fields stretching out as far as the eye can see. The vibrant colours of blooming flowers and the gentle sway of trees in the breeze create a serene atmosphere. It's a stark contrast to the bustling city you left behind, and you can't help but feel a sense of tranquility wash over you. Coming up is a stone courtyard, adorned with intricate sculptures and a beautiful fountain at its centre. The sound of water cascading down creates a soothing melody that adds to the overall peacefulness of the scene. As you step out of the carriage, you can't help but be captivated by the elegance and tranquility of the courtyard, willing to explore what lies beyond its inviting entrance.

You open your mouth on instinct, about to comment on the beauty of the daimyo's court, when Geto leans down and whispers.

"Try to keep compliments to yourself." He side-eyes Gojo and says, "They all go to his head."

Though the silver-haired man must have heard because he rolls his eyes,

"Honestly, Suguru, with your sharp tongue, I'm surprised I'm still standing." But he looks at you. "This is a school of sorts, so if you do have compliments, I wouldn't be the one to direct them to."

His smile is playful and mischievous, as if he's hiding a secret. It's clear that Gojo enjoys the banter between him and Geto, adding an air of lightheartedness to the atmosphere. It becomes evident that their playful dynamic is a reflection of the unique camaraderie within the walls of this... school.

"Where..." you can't help but be distracted by the scenery, "where are the students?"

"There are only a handful of them, but they should be around here somewhere." The Daimyo waves you off before walking towards the steps that lead inside. "I'm sure you'll see them sooner or later. But wouldn't you rather learn why I've asked you here?"

You don't mention that he didn't exactly ask you here, but more just picked you up and brought you, as you follow his long strides. He leads you down a hall to a room with an assortment of pillows on the ground surrounding a low table. There's a view of the courtyard through the window, and you follow Gojo and Geto as they take a seat around the table.

"You truly don't know anything about your family?" The Daimyo gets straight to the point as he leans forward, his gaze piercing into your eyes. You feel a slight unease, but curiosity compels you to answer truthfully.

"I'm sorry, I really don't."

Gojo slumps rather dramatically, and you furrow your brows, not remembering him being this lax when you last met, though that could be because you were too concerned with something else.

He sighs. "I really hoped this would be easier."

You stare at him; is he... pouting?

"The reason we ask," Geto interrupts, "is because we believe you come from either the Kamo or Zen'in clan."

Blinking, your face reflects that these words mean nothing to you.

But you don't get a verbal response; instead, your gaze zones in on a bug crawling up the samurai's shoulder. At first glance, it seems to be a beetle, until it reaches closer to his neck, where a long tail follows the hollowed body of the creature. Its tail is something like that of a mammal, with fur at the end and completely out of place for an insect. Looking again, you notice other oddities in this bug, ones you would have dismissed if it hadn't captured your attention with the low moaning of something.

With wide eyes, you're completely still as you make out what the being is saying: low whispers of, "My dear husband..."

Your mouth is dry, but Gojo catches your attention.

"So you can see it, then."

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quitealotofsodapop · 4 months

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In both the jttw stone egg au and the slow boilednegg au, you said Tripitaka at first thought the egg was a metaphor and not an actual pregnancy/egg. How did he find out/realize Wukong was actually pregnant??

YUP!

Tripitaka was raised super-sheltered, so he just assumed Guanyin and Gold Star were talking in metaphors for a bit. He def had a mental loop of "Oh thats a pregnant person" + "No wait, men can't have children" when Wukong joined the party and it continued for while.

Guanyin: "Your companion is carrying a great burden, a Stone Egg." Tripitaka, nodding sagely: "Ah. Unrecognised potential that needs to hatch forth so that he can obtain enlightenment." Gold Star: "No, she means the monkey is pregnant." Tripitaka, confused: "With guilt and bad karma?" Gold Star & Guanyin: *look at eachother and sigh tiredly* Gold Star: "Ok, lets go with that."

Tripitaka eventually does learn... after the White Bone Spirit chapter where he banishes Wukong. Ao Lie immediately breaks character as Wukong flies away, yelling "HE'S HAVING A PUP YOU IDIOT!" at the monk.

After the shock of his horse yelling at him + the revelation that he's been using the Headache Spell on a pregnant person sets in = Tripitaka immediately feels mega-guilty and wants to put the trip on standby so that they can follwo Wukong and say sorry. He also immediately scolds Zhu Bajie for goading him into using the spell, when the pig demon def knew based on scent alone that the monkey was with child.

As punishment; Zhu Bajie has to provide a monk-friendly version of "The Talk" for demons/celestial animals to Tripitaka afterwards tho.

#slow boiled stone egg au #jttw stone egged au #stone egg talk #pregnancy tw #sun wukong #lmk tripitaka #lmk zhu bajie #lmk ao lie #lmk gold star of venus #lmk guanyin #jttw #jttw aus #journey the west #lmk #lmk aus #lego monkie kid

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drippingmoon · 4 months

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Merry new year to everyone, again! 🥳💞🥂

I know it wasn’t an event this year, but writing a yearly wrap-up is really therapeutic, you know? So I decided to continue the tradition, and if anyone wants to join me, absolutely view this as an open invitation^^ Introduction is over, and now let’s see what 2023 looked like:

(spoilers: I adored it. I'm also probably going to make this my fixed post, in case anyone ever wants to catch up with me. And also because my second baby, AoS, is growing, and it doesn't have an intro, but I can't leave it out.)

Stats

Aquiver, Aglow: 181k (draft 4) + 195k (draft 5) + hmm, draft 6 is an outlier, because I didn’t rewrite from scratch, so I’m unsure of the written word count. I didn’t change much from draft 5, so I’d say an extra 15-20k. Total word count: 376k+

Remains of a Night: 120k

Aberration of Sunlight: 134k

This was definitely my most productive year to date. And I got so hungry: the more I wrote, the more I just wanted to keep writing, and honestly? I’m proudest of myself for literally carving writing time whenever I got a spot into my schedule. Mostly it was from 8pm-11pm, but I had a mad run where my only free window was from 1am till I literally felt I was dying… I’ll talk about that separately🤣🤣👌

Though, I'm seriously understating it.

Like a lot of other people, I would have all these hours when I was younger when I didn't have anything to do, yet I'd still find some excuse not to write. "I'm waiting for the right time." "I'm anxious I'm not going to get it right." "Tomorrow! Tomorrow I can start right from the morning, and I'll have more time to write, yeah?" or "I'm too tired now, it's late..." and so the snowball rolled down and downhill and I found every reason under the sun not to write, now that I think about it. Sigh. So much time wasted. But I can't regret it either, because I needed those baby steps at that time.

And now! Now I do what I thought I'd never learn to: I prioritize, and I actually organize my daily stuff so it's not so impossible anymore to have a little bit of writing time. I don't take it for granted either. It feels like such character growth for me, I'm immensely proud of it.

And for the record? This year was a huge improvement over yesteryear mentally, too. It turns out, what I needed to get over my word count anxiety… was to be faced with people who literally didn’t give a fuck about it, and just cared about the story. One of the most unexpected things beta stage managed to do to me… was to quench all my anxieties. It’s as simple as that. I read and enjoy very long books. People also do that. So, I’m very happy to say I’m no longer in a tizzy about ‘quiv. It might kill my chances for trad publishing, it might not. I’ll be happy come what may.

Because it’s so simple how working on ‘quiv or thinking about it makes me joyous, and now I can just enjoy that freely. I will miss writing this story so much. I really will. But at least I’ll have it forever to reread, and I hope this thought brings comfort to everyone who also has problems letting go, like it does to me.

Let’s break it down a little, shall we?🤩

Aquiver, Aglow◇◇◇

My little star of the hour. How fond I am of it.

Like you could glean from above, ‘quiv went through three drafts this year. More specifically: in the first part of the year, practically almost as soon as February arrived. I knew it was getting closer to the final version, and gave me the push to finish all three back to back. I couldn’t justify anymore the bazillion AUs I do with rewrites (basically, WHAT IFs from events, WHAT IF it went this different way, WHAT IF Tyrone actually said this here… and so on and so forth. I wanted to test out as many pathways as possible, and did I exhaust every one of them in existence? Definitely not. I don’t think that can happen, you just keep getting new ideas. On and on. What happened, instead, is that these couple different pathways, at some point, cemented themselves as canon in my mind. I didn’t want to tease myself with alternatives anymore, and that’s when I knew they would be it. Some bits from the first draft, some from the third, some from the second. Some were even draft 6 originals!

It’s a bit of a weird process. I definitely didn’t need to reach draft 3, and meet Mezusa, because I could’ve feasibly made it work with just Yles in the story. It still would’ve made sense, though in a different way. But if I hadn’t… I might’ve missed one of the best characters I’ll ever probably have created, and the story (and Yles) is much stronger for her, if you ask me.

For that matter, yes, full rewrites every single draft might take a lot of time and effort, but honestly I don’t think I’d ever change my writing process (save for the moments of frustration when I think I will lol) because of the sheer satisfaction of it. Whoever said so long never to settle on the first version, I owe you a beer and probably some curses as well lmao, but very lovingly. You shaped my writing life.

I don’t have much else to share about ‘quiv, other than it’s off with my beta readers my beloved, and maybe a tentative promise that, if anyone wants, you’ll be able to read this precious ball of hope of mine relatively soon. This story is so gentle to me. And as much as I loved to write and work on it, I dearly hope that whoever decides to give it a go, is treated just the same. That’s the only wish I have.

I also don’t know if I’ll go trad or self-published. Instincts say trad, because I fuckin’ suck at marketing (fact), and I know I’d grow resentful if I’d have to put so many hours into advertising when I know I could instead… write. I’m a writer. That’s the only thing I know how to do. Trad, however, might not be as kind on a ~200k as life’s been, so I might not have a choice. If it comes down to that… I’ll just treat it as I do everything. I don't love this story any less if I just write, publish without a fuss, hope that maybe, just maybe, a reader or two will stumble upon the story and we could talk. Maybe we can have the fun of our lives, create some genuine connection. I know that’s applies to a lot of writers. I hope we can accomplish it.

And so, I’ll finish this section of the wrap-up with a kiss to my ‘quiv, for all the warmth it’s ever brought me. It’s come so far, I know it can live distinct from me from now on. It brings me great comfort. And I look forward to the times I’ll reread it, and we can relive our best experiences together. Never thought I’d get to this point. Thank you, ‘quiv.

Remains of a Night♤♤♤

Mwhahaha! And because ‘quiv took all the pressure, this left AoS to be an extremely fun and spirited experience. Literally the chillest I’ve ever been writing. In many ways, it’s more my thing than I expected ‘quiv to be: I get to murder characters left and right, it’s more plot-heavy and banking on the tension created by a creature that horrifies the characters down to their marrow, but still the only way to defeat it is to know it better, which, uh, might have unpleasant consequences for them. It’s got chase and stealth scenes, and it always shoots me with adrenaline to think about them. In short, exactly my jam.

It’s not a new book, nope. You knew it before as Aberration of Sunlight, but from the get-go I felt it would be bigger than ‘quiv. Very fortunately for me, I had a place where to break it, and behold: there’s RoaN (book 1), and AoS (book 2). There might be a third book, which I dearly hope not because titling sucks, but it depends on the Sycamine arc. More on that in AoS.

One last thing to note, before we delve into the story (hoo-ray for earlier drafts, because I can talk more frankly about them). This is the culprit of my 1am writing adventures!!😫❤ My schedule became too packed, then NaNo came round and I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to honor how AoS began, because it was last year’s NaNo, aaand I’m happy to say I won NaNo, somehow, with 56k down before I died. At that time, I only had one section left to write (from both books), otherwise, hahahaha, yeah, it wouldn’t have flown. Still, most of draft 2 I’d written in September-October, with my fairy lights, late nights, and cups of hot cocoa, exactly like how life should be<3

Alright. We’re going through them chapter-by-chapter again, exactly because I love seeing the titles so much:

ACT 1

Cracked Visor, Scorpion Grass

I did it! I did! Twas another shower thought I managed to get down in time. Bare broken sentences, but they did the impossible, and arranged this chapter into a structure I adore to bits and won't ever change. (And 'quiv's naughty voice left me alone for once and I could write it properly!) While I don't think I'll ever be happy with a first chapter (not as a concept, but the writing — part of me will always wish that the reader just had all the information already lol), this one is in the right place.

It pays its respects to the story of the broken helmet at the foot of a spaceship, and how it reconnects Madigan with all the people who'd suffered from being tethered to the planets when they yearned to fly, but the Beast punished them cruelly for it. It makes him feel phantoms of their efforts. The tone is exactly what I needed this story to start from: melancholy and numbly hopeless, against the backdrop of the Beasts's echoed cries.

Rain Through the Universe

Unlike 'quiv, because RoaN and AoS are way more plot-heavy, it's not as easy to change things willy-nilly (whereas 'quiv was all about character bonds and dynamics). As such, it's very similar to draft 1. Because of that, I'll frankendraft next (select and combine drafts 1 and 2, rewrite to connect them) and afterwards I'll try something I've always wanted to. (Scrivener keeps hinting at it!) I'm gonna split the chapters into scenes, and focus on those individually and how I can just rewrite them and set their purpose in stone<3 I'm excited!

As for the chapter itself, gods, I love the atmosphere. Just the wreckage of a sundered ship, and Madigan’s sudden madman appearance making a lasting impression on Spica, because how could it not. They no longer answer distress calls in that age, it just means more dead bodies. In fact, they're forbidden to. Madigan instead brings him what he himself lacks: hope. And a lot of crawling around while dreading the Beast's lambent eye opening, and oh my, the moments are really flying by😈👏 extreme fun for me as the writer.

Aberration of Light

If you remember, the books follow two timelines, which will connect at some point. The first and main one is Madigan and Spica’s story. The other is Holloway’s, in the distant past of that universe, and who’s been dubbed the most selfish man in existence. That’s important, because of how the Beast came to be. But that becomes important later. For now, a weird-ass new recruit has joined the ship, and the witchy crew will very soon start making bets if she’s the Beast in human flesh, which really wouldn’t bode well for their future.

Night Falls On Their Reflection

Draft 2 became Spica’s draft. It was high time. He didn't exist in the original idea beyond chapter 2, but he refused to die with his story untold. And now he's one of the most independent thinkers I've ever written. Now he's Madigan's son (yes, even at 25), best friend, back-to-back partner all in one, and I could watch the trust and mutual respect between these two forever. To be sure: Madigan comes up with the dumbass plans, and Spica's only too happy to follow him through everything (it is good fun.)

He's repaying the incredible kindness Madigan's shown him when answering his distress call, after all.

But it goes a bit further than that, doesn't it? Madigan is used to watching over myriad people. He's the Superintendent of his planet, and while he genuinely loves people, kindness is his default. It doesn't go further than that for him. He doesn't necessarily think people need, much less desire his presence there beyond Madigan extending help, and most of the time, he's content with that. Kindness does make him happy. And it should be the same with Spica now, shouldn't it? He's kind, but he's not Spica's family, nor ever will be. Yet he immediately feels a connection with the boy, that has nothing to do with bonding over escaping-a-cosmic-disaster. And so does Spica.

This is the moment when Madigan starts feeling guilty, for stepping where he should not. But here's the beauty of Spica's character: he's nothing if not dead sure of his own feelings, and what he sees with his eyes. It's okay if Madigan keeps unexpectedly taking steps back. For very long, there'd been nobody to support Spica's beliefs. So he does the same, as when he followed his heart to go into dead space: he believes in himself and Madigan, and that their paths aren't meant to diverge. They mean too much to each other for that to ever happen.

(In short, and legend says you can still hear me screeching about these two ten thousand years later, I love these two so much, and especially the parallels between Spica going alone into outer space and loving Madigan.)

(And, okay, obviously all these developments don't happen in a single chapter, but I couldn't stop gushing🤭🥰.)

Who Puts These Tombs in Ice

Overall, I think draft 2’s Luitgart performed worse than draft 1. Mainly it's the setting I want to revert (still an icy, sempiternally dark hell, but with different ice constructions) because some of the beats are a huge improvement, and again, I gotta combine the two. Otherwise, I’m still as obsessed about the Luitgart arc as I’ve ever been, and huge thanks to it for being so strong it could function as an ending of its own, allowing me to split the book.

Gettin’ into spoilery territory, but I have to un-kill Madigan so many times it leaves me in hysterics. That was what I was supposed to fix this draft. It got worse. Considerably.

(One constant: the chapter being a love letter to Madigan, and how his first answer will always be to help the other, no matter if they deserve it or not<3 and finally, finally, he gets acknowledged for it, and the favor returned.)

ACT 2

Lemon-Dotted Days + Remnant

Two Holloway chapters! I’m actually massively pleased with how they’ve turned out. Last year, I said the main issue was that I had an outline, and that never works for me. So I did what I do best and rewrote everything from scratch, and the result is both uncanny and… unexpected.

Unexpected, because I never in my life thought Holloway’s voice would make me laugh so much. He’s supposed to be unsympathetic, but then you get his interactions with Saintlark (the new crewmate, possibly Beast) where they’re contemplating the harvest of a nebula, and he’s harshly critical of it, which gives Saintlark hope… only to go deadpan One Moment Later: if they’d used the nebula to prolong their lives instead of bolstering the war, they wouldn’t have died like clown idiots.

And, they could’ve maybe stolen immortality from the nebula. They would've had to share it with him, of course. Or he would've murdered them to get it.

That, my guys, is his personality in a nutshell.

I have a lot of feelings on Holloway now, and most involve me huffing and slapping my forehead while groaning, but oh my gods. Was it ever so fun. And wait, wait, wait. Since I'm talking of humor (apparently a lot of comedy fit into this horror lmfao) I have to show you guys the following section🤣🤣👏:

Corpse Snow

The drifters are set howling on the ice. They share glances, five separate vehicles nodding at each other. Madigan revs up the engine, splitting the air with a jet of steam and vibration.

The last of the marines are climbing into the box. A figure flashes past Madigan’s drifter — and he leans over, teeth grinding because of his ribs, and he does his very best to grab someone by the back of their suit and pull. Workout days were never his strength, though. He only succeeds in stopping them in the frost smoke.

It’s Spica dangling from his hand, expressionless.

Lieutenant Hahn instantly seizes on the situation. He throws Madigan a long, withering look. “Whatcha doing, Boss?” he asks softly, about to unhinge his jaw again.

Madigan nudges Spica into the drifter. “Picking up your boy.”

Spica gets the hint and deposits himself into the front seat, glancing from his father to his Superintendent. He seems to give up on whatever’s going on, and makes himself cozy in the frosty spot. And Madigan, of course, pretends not to notice Hahn’s drifter sliding closer.

“And you didn’t consider I might want to have my son with me?”

Madigan looks up and sighs. “Lieutenant, dear Lieutenant,” he starts pleadingly. “Why won’t you show some leniency to a poor, wounded man?”

Hahn’s drifter stops, summoning a breeze across the icy floor that gently rocks the other vehicle. His breathing distorts the comms with static. “And what exactly is my son right now?”

“My trusty navigator,” Madigan answers easily.

“Sir’s emotional walking stick?” Spica pipes in at the same time.

They both look over. Spica’s quietly turned to the navigation, as serene as daylight, seemingly oblivious to how Madigan's expression changes, lightning-fast. He quickly hides it under the guise of a polite mask, as the marines stir and turn their attention on them. They’re snickering.

Lieutenant Hahn throws up his hands, giving up on everything.

This is also the first 30k chapter I’ve ever written. It's everything I've ever wanted to do with ice.

Heart of the Void

The end of the book. Originally, it was the ending section to Corpse Snow, but since it already got so ungodly long, I chipped off that bit and I have to say I’m very happy with how it works as an epilogue! So it ends the frosty, weary journey, and I can’t see the two books as separate yet, but here we bid goodbye to the first.

Aberration of Sunlight♧♧♧

I did the unthinkable and created a fifth arc. This might not seem like much to you, but I was screaming bloody murder you guys😭😭😭. Sigh. It’s so sigh. For so long, AoS consisted of four clear-cut acts, but it was necessary. With the introduction of Sycamine, and making it two books, it was just needed. It’s still one of the worst things I’ve ever done because I was used to four😃💔

(The chapters continue from where RoaN left off – from chapter 10, to 21.)

ACT 3

Retro Spectrum

Sycamine, oh Sycamine. Definitely the break I needed before Days in Darkness. It made for a really neat beginning. It’s calmer, focusing on the knowledge they have on the Beast. It’s also a reflection on Procyon (their main star) and the story of the two straggler dog constellations, and what they'd been running away from. I liked the direction it took. It veered away from the Beast for a bit, so the tension kept expanding in the background. And when it returns, well... maybe they shouldn't have been so eager to see it again🤭.

It suffers from the same syndrome as draft 1’s first chapter… it’s there in the vicinity of the idea, but too much to the left. Not bad for a first attempt. The setting annoys me – I really don't enjoy writing cities, and AoS didn't change that. So, for our next try, I was thinking... maybe we don't need to be on the planet, but up close and veeery personal with it. It's a secret❤.

And, oh gods. I put a moustache-twirling villain in this. And then I couldn’t stop myself from naming some sucker Sweetman Calories. I don’t know what happened to me during those days, but I’m crying🤣🤣🤣.

Toast to the Light

Holloway and Saintlark’s story is slowly coming to an end. Unexpectedly bleaker than draft 1, yet it feels much more sincere. Holloway has a way of saying everything Saintlark needs to hear. No surprise. They did that to themselves.

Dissonant Recognition

Ahhhh, the Madigan-is-slowly-losing-his-grip-on-reality chapter, or maybe he should really stop staring into the suns. One of my favorites<3 Also because it features Moren (!!!) who has a blast staying in the grey morality area, because she doesn’t know if her actions could ever matter, or if she could change anything. Does she just exist? Is she a player or just pawn? Who knows. Besides that, she gets along great with Spica. They form such a teasing duo, the level of mutual respect they felt for each other on sight was a delight to write. My favorite ally of theirs, even if her destiny lies elsewhere.

Night Beneath the Elevator

Best title hands down, dethroning Solgesis. I’m going batshit crazy about the visuals, it's exactly my thing. This half-light slanted over an elevator waiting in a rundown basement to be boarded. And there's something underneath it, and always has been. Something insidiously creeping up and waving its tendril fingers at you as you're just waiting for the fucking thing to ascend. Immaculate, guys, I'm telling you, and I'm cursing my hands because I can't make a wallpaper of this. I want to eat that atmosphere.

Time-sensitive missions, y'all.

And why the heck did nobody inform me I was going to add Command as an actual character and have them talk with Madigan?! That entire convo, made up entirely on the spot but somehow with a direction, made me realize what an idiot I’d been for not doing it sooner. They mean so much to Madigan, after all.

(And Mariya. So much Mariya in these chapters.)

ACT 4

Loop System

Like Who Puts These Tombs in Ice, draft 1 might’ve done it better. Not Spica and Madigan, though, because of the sheer development Spica’s been through and the dynamic he’s managed to form with the crew. It's different from Madigan’s, but similar enough that it’s got Hahn commenting lightly: [Spica’s] picked up quite a few habits from Madigan, hasn’t he? Almost as if they’ve gotten very very close, huh? How about Madigan tell him more?

(I adore writing Hahn.)

Outreach

Another Holloway chapter. Doesn’t have the punch of the kids subplot from draft 1, but this just makes it worse for Saintlark personally, because, this time, the consequences are on her.

Days in Darkness

I knew the moment I first got the idea this would be my favorite chapter. Well, it finally happened in draft 2: when the entire crew is here, this time, and ready for the final countdown, to relive the experience of being trapped in a ship that's disintegrating. No more heroes left behind. I'd been so tired writing this chapter in draft 1, but this time around it was incredible. Everything went up sharply from here, both in terms of events and how on fire I was.

(Maybe less than the gorgon, but I was.)

ACT 5

Echo Terminal

The first of the two log chapters.

I've never written smoother, more visual chapters than in this period. Days in Darkness changed me so much, I was writing day and night by this point and couldn't get enough. Well, I hit my limit in the second half of the very last chapter, but I am beyond satisfied. Even the Beast's metamorphosis took me by storm, because I'd been wondering what the final verbs, the final images, the final design for it was going to be. I didn't expect it to come to me this early, and with such thrill. Those were my very best days of the year, and I toast to them.

(And I knew it was going to be fantastic when Halo's Warthog Run OST started blaring in my head, with as much adrenaline.)

Where, Now? + Solgesis

My beloved. The second and last of the two log chapters, but it’s Noelle Saintlark’s log.

Holloway’s timeline ends here. Or maybe it just gets carried into the future. I thought I’d want to rewrite his parts again, make the plot just a tiny bit more psychedelic and nonsensical because it’s so close to the Beast… but Solgesis put all my fears to rest. Even the formatting and layout is a bit of that special thing I’ve always wanted to try, and it really changes the perspective of the previous chapters. There's a new confession that stands at the heart of Holloway's stories.

Honestly, the only thing that needs urgent working on is the anger at the end of the chapter.

Anger is so hard for me to write sometimes. Not because I don’t connect with it, but because I feel self-conscious writing it. The wildest I felt it was when I tackled 'quiv's chapter 3 and Imera's Turning speech, both in quick succession (before I'd even written draft 1. I'd been taking notes.) Since then... I just thing back to how keenly I'd felt that anger, and I kind of intimidate myself out of it. Kind of like a natural resistence, I quench it from myself. Which is actually hilarious when you think about it. It’s like I’m going I BANISH THEE FROM MY BRAIN because generally, as a person, I dislike feeling and operating on anger. But no worries. I’m going to find a way around it.

Watch me😎.

What Goes Around…

(Now it’s the time for me to start crying some rivers, and, alright, it won’t be visible so I’ll say it: the chapter titles are holding a conversation, guys. They speak to each other. And sometimes it’s both sides of the same coin, like how What Goes Around (comes around) hints here. If you take two chapters, one from the beginning and one from the end (for example 1 and 21) it'll tell you a little secret. Okay, What Goes Around and Rain Through the Universe communicate through their plot, which I can’t spoil but of course it has to do with Madigan and Spica and how they first meet… but there is one title pair that does it best visibly.

Lemon-Dotted Days and Days in Darkness.

And I hadn’t even planned this. All the parallels I wanted to draw… I feel like they built themselves, guys. They really did, and it makes me so wildly happy I don’t even know how to stop my hands from flailing.

And, with them being 21 chapters, they meet in the middle, on the one unpaired chapter.

Called Toast to the Light.

I friggin’ love everything.

New Sunrise, Forget-Me-Right

Of course, Forget-Me-Right is a play on Scorpion Grass. But it’s also such a gentle name for the chapter, because everything ends here. Lying on their backs, staring out into the universe, and it really, really is over. Just a dark horizon on which stars flare and bloom. And suddenly, that maddened rush to make every sacrifice count, to remember every soul they’ve encountered because the legend says the Beast absorbs you when it kills you – all that suffocating pressure dissipates. Lightness remains. Because they’ve protected each other.

For the first time in my writing journey, blood rushed to my head with such emotion I had to stop writing, which never happens. I had to look up and exclaim, holy fuck. But how could I not, considering how the story ends for the Beast? I am speechless. A lot of gorgeous surprises this draft.

Conclusion□●□

Whew, what a year it's been! As for how 2024 will probably look like, though I don't like making plans: finishing the beta stage for 'quiv, and tackling RoaN and AoS's draft 3. Thaaaat one I'm actually starting on Christmas, when I can (finally!!) reread draft 2 with my mug of hot cocoa (or maybe mulled wine for a change) and, no surprises here, I'm hyper stoked for that<3 <3 <3 I legit can't wait to see where the new draft brings them. I might not have set any expectations for them, but they're vying to keep up with 'quiv and I adore it🤭❤

As for my lovely friends... well, you know by how I spam your tags how much I adore you and wish you happiness forever🤩🥺🥳 I don't know what my activity will look like in the near future, so for now I won't be saying anything, and my semi-hiatus continues. Semi, because you're unforgettable and I crave to see what everyone's been up to and (!!!!) what you've written!

So let's meet in 2024 again, and all the best wishes to you, the reader🥰🥂❤.

#ayearofwriting #2023 #aquiver-aglow #aberration of sunlight

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sponesevents · 5 months

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The idea of this blog is to have one place people can go (on tumblr) to see what they can get involved in. The focus is spones, but I want to know how broad I should be in what posts I share.

I have some basic guidelines already

Included: zines, art challenges/swaps, interest checks, sign ups, fic exchange, holiday themed activities, celebration days, dtiys starter posts. Inclusive of tos, aos, tas, books, so on and so forth

Not included: individual fanarts, fic rec lists, fic requests, commission stuff, private events or one for one art swaps

Please reblog! This blog is new and hasn't been found by many yet!

I want to be clear, tho, this blog will not be reblogging exclusively spirk or mckirk events. No insult to those ships, y'all are wonderful!! But this is a spones space. Genuinely tho, it's n easy sideblog to run and if you want a spirk one or whatever, make it! It's an absolute piece of cake!

#spones #spock #mccoy #mcspirk #star trek

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weebsinstash · 10 months

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I sent an ask responding to the Izuku parts that I hope you got.(if not fml)

But I figured I should send a separate ask to talk about Miguel.

So like my thoughts have been centering on this scenario where you're his secretary or assistant because he is the CEO. He's a beta and you're an omega.

You guys have a purely professional relationship, tbh half the time he doesnt even realize you got you're heat and just finds out you called in when you dont respond. Really the only thing he cares about is you doing your work, getting it done on time, and not half-assing it.

But then he gets the spider DNA and everything goes to shit. Not only does the spider DNA give him extra abilities and enhanced senses, but it also gives him some alpha traits/tendencies.

He goes in to work thinking it'll help distract him and get him back in the rhythm of everything only to just get fucking hit in the face with your scent. Queue him rushing past because it takes everything in him not to just pounce on you.

But as I said, he only got a few alpha traits. He didnt actually become an alpha. So while he's out here wanting to just pin you to his or your desk, knot and claim you....he's completely incapable. His body is completely incapable of performing those actions and it only leans into his yandere behavior and tendencies.

I've also been think like(depending on how one writes abo), sometimes betas dont have a sent or if they do its extremely faint. Yandere beta miguel who cant even smother you in his scent because he basically doesn't have one, meanwhile you dont even realize he's changed at all because you cant smell it.

Though because he doesnt have a scent he would absolutely sneak into your house/appartment. Its basically the only upside in his eyes.

Also anytime you go into heat and have to miss work? He is immediately taking your seat from your desk and huffing it while he touches himself. Then at night as spiderman will come just close enough to be able to smell you but still not lose control of himself, absolutely getting off on your scent and sounds of pleasure from you using a toy.

God this shits been living in my brain rent free for like the last week and wont go away 😭

I got the Izuku ask :) trust me when I say I am simply dogshit awful at getting back to people and being consistent

Picture if Reader is actually a really competent employee of his at Alchemax but Miguel like BARELY pays any mind to you because, you know, he's got all sorts of shit constantly stressing him out and occupying his mind on top of migraine, and suddenly you're going into work and bringing him his preferred coffee as usual when, he tries to make small talk? You've worked for this man for like at least a year, basically only speaking when necessary, and one day you lean over to put a coffee or some papers on his desk and that brings you just close enough for him to take in a breath of your scent which instantly helps alleviate his headaches

You're basically done giving him what he needs and you're literally about to leave the room when he suddenly calls out (almost in a "wait I need to catch you before you leave" kind of urgency) and you pause and look at him with those big eyes of yours he suddenly can't stop staring into when Romeo hits you with "so .... how are you?"

And you're just kind of stunned for a few moments because this is a man who basically doesn't speak to you unless he needs something, even when you go to him to pass along a message or something or other about his schedule and your secretarial duties it's typically just a sort of "got it, thank you" sort of response and you're sent on your way again, or given another task, so in ao forth. You basically can't get a good read on the man's personality because he simply doesn't talk to you enough or at least about anything other than work

He officially enters the Goo Goo Eyes Zone where when you like someone almost everything about them is so cute and had more meaning than it actually does and is basically finally seeing you for the first time. He FINALLY notices what kinds of perfumes/body mists you like to use to smell nice even if it's something you've worn for ages, the ways you prefer to style yourself, which little accessories or rings or whatever may be your favorite, little mannerisms you may have like clicking pens or singing little songs when you think you're along, like when you're doing something and it's you're just like occasionally singing, like he finds you washing a coffee cup in the break room all "--and its doooOooone!"

The need to learn more about you escalates because suddenly he's like "wait I've known them for all this time and never noticed all these things, what ELSE don't I know?" And it really is an obsessive infatuation. You live in a high rise where you don't really have to worry about closing your blinds or anything which is perfect for Miguel "don't you know i have enhanced senses" O'Hara to watch you from the roof of the next building over. You never lock your windows because, what's the point? He starts learning your schedule and meticulously taking all kinds of notes until it's the level of him outright entering your apartment to snoop through all of your things and potentially plant bugs and cameras

One day you're opening your window and kind of poke your head out to look at the city and you notice weird sorts of, almost gouges in the wall outside? What are those from? (Well sweetie, turns out, when you were going to town on yourself last night to relieve a little stress, he was the equivalent of like 10 feet away, clinging to your building, listening to and potentially recording every little gasp and finger flick)

But he gets SO frustrated when you're, you know polite, but, not exactly as receptive as he's hoped? When in reality he's still being awkward as fuck and you're still kind of adjusting to him paying attention to you, and it probably feels good to have him seemingly recognizing your efforts but like, you don't wanna. date him??? At least not so suddenly or anything, so he's trying to court you, but, it's becoming harder and harder to be around you at all, let alone when your heats start coming up. He could never tell before that your scent starts changing when That Time is coming around, gradually shifting and becoming something he finds differently hypnotic, something that makes him want to bury his nose in your neck while also, being buried in you period

He'll grow the balls to be more direct with you eventually, but he justifies everything by telling himself he just wants to get to know more about you, and that the stalking is just him trying to get to know you a little more, so when he sees you face to face he can win you over and make you his mate treat you better, obviously! He'll... he'll ask you out to dinner next week, he promises! But for now, he's just gonna, stay right here perched under your window, seeing and hearing and smelling everything

#yandere spiderverse #yandere miguel o'hara #sinprompts #yandere stuff

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keldae · 2 months

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This sounds like Gale: letting them ramble when they need to let off steam

Uneducated though Devi might have been, she wasn’t stupid and she knew it. Her learning had come from the streets of Baldur’s Gate. She could read, of course – Jehn had taught her how when they were children. But she much preferred to learn through doing something rather than reading about it in a book (much to the shock of a few of Gale’s peers, who firmly believed he could have chosen a more suitable partner for his station than an uneducated Baldurian thief. One had been foolish enough to state that opinion in front of Gale. Nobody else had been brave enough since then to say anything.).

Although, she thought, she could learn just as well from listening to her betrothed venting about a new theory of the Weave, without needing to be a wizard herself.

“... preposterous,” Gale said, scowling down at the book in front of him. “Anyone who has studied the Weave even casually knows that it certainly does not work like this! The Weave cannot be utilised like what they’re proposing!” He sighed. “How did this drivel get past Blackstaff Academy’s academics?”

Curiously, Devi curled up on the couch in Gale’s study, watching him get up from his chair to pace back and forth, the book in his hand. “Explain it to me like I’m five?” she asked.

“And one of the smartest five-year-olds in existence, my darling.” Gale paused his pacing and looked up from the book to smile at her before he resumed his rant. “This nonsense proposal states that, if a construct were to be imbued with the Weave, that they would become capable of manipulating the Weave itself. Imagine, if you will, one of Gortash’s Steel Watchers attempting to cast any sort of a spell! Or that guardian we encountered in the Grymforge on our adventure!”

Devi wrinkled her nose. “They were already tough enough to fight without them using the Weave,” she grumbled.

Gale nodded his agreement. “Very true. But beyond that, such a thing would be impossible. You simply cannot channel the Weave without having been truly alive at some point! Even the undead or the reanimated who were wizards in life struggle to touch the Weave. And Mystra would not allow the Weave to be used as some sort of… of life-giving substitute! You need to have your own soul in order to touch the Weave!”

Drawing her feet up on the couch, Devi followed Gale with her eyes as he resumed pacing. “So if you need a soul to touch the Weave, does that mean mind flayers cannot use the Weave?”

“Correct! Mind flayers have their own psionic magic that Mystra has no influence over. Even an illithid who had been a wizard before undergoing ceremorphosis would have no connection to the Weave. There is a reason the Emperor never tried to use the Weave during our adventure, despite all his other substantial abilities – and I have no doubt that, if he had been able to do so, he would have used it in a heartbeat.” Gale paused. “Where was I going with this?”

Devi thought for a moment. “You need to have a soul to use the Weave?”

Gale snapped his fingers. “Thank you, my love. A construct, even one infused with the Weave, can never learn to channel it on its own. The Weave is magnificent and powerful, but it is no substitute for a soul! Not even with an artificial heart or brain could a soul be replicated – such things are the realm of the gods. And I daresay even Ao would not put a soul into a construct! One may as well try to put a soul into a sword, or a cooking pot! To access the Weave, you require your own soul.”

Smiling, Devi nodded. She loved watching and listening to Gale when he went on a ‘Professor Dekarios’ spiel. One of these days, she thought, she would have to sneak into one of his classes just to watch him lecture like this more. “So by that logic – any lifeform with a soul could learn to channel the Weave?”

“Precisely. Some people will find it easier than others – take you and I, for example. You require assistance and a conduit at this stage in accessing the Weave – although, with practice, I’m sure you’ll learn to use it at will without my help.” Gale pursed his lips in thought. “In all fairness, that could also be due to our drastically-different upbringings. If you had been raised by wizards, like I was, you would probably be able to touch the Weave much easier, especially with your Elven heritage. Alas – we’ll likely never know.” He shook his head. “All that to say, this idea is ridiculous.”

“So if a soul is the critical component to channeling the Weave,” Devi started, “could you not take a soul out of a person and put it into a construct?”

Gale opened his mouth, then paused. “What you're proposing is highly unethical, my love,” he said after a moment's thought. “And frankly, I'm not sure that transferring a soul into a new body is even feasible.”

“But if it was?” Devi asked. “If it was possible to transfer a soul into a construct, would that construct not be able to learn to channel the Weave?”

Crossing his arms, Gale leaned against his desk, head tilted as he considered the idea. “... It's not completely out of the realm of feasibility,” he finally admitted. “But whether the soul would be able to sustain itself in the construct's body is a different question entirely. The construct would lack a heart, a brain, blood, organs…”

“But it would have an engine of some sort,” Devi pointed out. “That would keep it alive.”

“The construct, yes – but what of the soul itself?” Gale stroked his beard in thought. “A more learned cleric could probably argue the point better than I can, but I read a book once that indicated a soul needs life in the body it inhabits. Purely mechanical organs would not be suitable to keep the soul itself alive and in the construct's body.”

“So if a soul can't be permanently transferred into a construct,” Devi said, “and a soul is required to touch the Weave…”

“Then we circle back around to ‘constructs cannot access the Weave’, and I will not be at risk of losing my position in the Academy to one such construct.” Gale grinned, looking immensely satisfied. “Thank you, darling – I think we have just collaboratively written a responding paper to this ridiculous theory. I'll be sure to give you the appropriate credit.”

Devi laughed as Gale tossed the book that had so offended him on his desk, then tilted her head. “So, if you're up for another intellectual puzzle from your uneducated partner…”

“You may not have been formally educated, Devi, but you are every bit as intelligent as any of my students or peers,” Gale assured her, crossing the room to kiss her forehead. “What new puzzle do you have for me?”

“If illithids can use psionic magic without needing souls, could a construct use psionics too?”

Gale blinked, then frowned at the ceiling of his study. “Psionic magic… I hadn't even considered that. But given the nature of psionics and illithids, I should think that the concept would…”

Devi smiled fondly, watching her betrothed as he went back to pacing the room while talking, still deep in his role as an impromptu lecturer. She loved watching and listening to him at work like this – Gale’s mind never ceased to amaze her, and she loved how he included her in discussions without patronising her. He never made her feel inferior with her lack of formal education, and she loved him all the more for it.

#bg3 fic #bg3 #gale x tav #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #deviali #post game #philosophical discussions on magic

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