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We have our first real event in Neural Cloud! It looks relatively lightweight comparatively - structured somewhat like an Arknights event (shocker, right) with a series of story stages and a fairly simplistic event shop. I also absoluvely love Kuro’s actual livestream in the event page, it’s adorable. “If only she played like she talks”...
Some basic bullet points on what to expect from the event:
Story event stages only drop donations once. In order to farm donations, you need to do the challenge quests. The first one looks very approachable so this is more of an organization thing than an actual “challenge”.
Once you’ve finished a challenge quest, you apparently get a substantial combat boost, so that you can farm them more easily. Entering the stage doesn’t cost keys but collecting drops does (like main story nodes).
Be mindful of the event quests as they award additional donations! Every little bit helps!
I haven’t seen any indications that there is a daily limit on the number of drops or runs you can make at the event stages. However, I would discourage using keys or sand for the current farming stage. I’ve seen indications in a few places that there are multiple farming stages despite having only unlocked one personally, so it’s possible that they’ll open up later in the event cycle, and with how expensive the event shop is I have to imagine the drop rates will be better as time goes on. In before I am wrong heehee hoohoo.
Kuro is GAY. DEAL WITH IT.
Meanwhile, here’s a breakdown of what’s actually in the event shop you will be spending donations on. Bear in mind that there are three different sections to the shop - the first has the “most valuable” and unique rewards, the second has more generic rewards, and the third is the “hey you have extra drops? cool dump them here!” section.
in “Love Conquers All” (total prices shown, not per-unit):
15x Kuro Neural Fragments for 750 donations
15x Kuro Neural Fragments for 1500 donations
3 advanced search commands for 900 donations
150 neural kits for 3000 donations
Two equipment choice boxes for 200 donations
Two equipment choice boxes for 400 donations
Four equipment choice boxes for 1200 donations
Three reconfig generators for 600 donations
Six reconfig generators for 1800 donations
Event dorm poster for 200 donos
Profile card background for 200 donos
Clearing this section of the shop would cost 10,750 donations.
In “Die-Hard Fan’s Edition”:
45x three random equips for 2700 donations
20x blocks of 9000 xp for 1000 donations
30 gold sniper chips for 350 donations
500 furniture coins for 1000 donations
12,000 skill samples for 750 donations
12 skill pivots (!!) for 400 donations
6 lots of 9000 diggcoins for 300 donations
Clearing this section of the shop would cost 6,500 donations. Despite the name implying that this is the “die-hard” section, I would clear this side first, especially if you aren’t confident that your dolls are up to snuff. This is a lot of very valuable gear.
Finally, you can offload excess donations for XP, skill samples, or diggcoins. The conversion rate is about twice as expensive as the lots in the die-hard fan’s edition so you will want to make sure you’ve cleared those out before spending any drops on these. The total cost to clear both sides of the shop is 17,250 donations.
#project neural cloud#also unrelated: what the fuck i love her?#of course mica team takes like 2 seconds to focus on a doll that's a fan favorite but always felt kind of shallow to me#and suddenly i'm instantly enamored with her#and also holy shit she's SO gay#once again i realize how much i miss mica's writing#i love how the first story dungeon has story in the anomaly nodes#also NARRATIVE AREA#that's so cool#the premise of this event is awesome
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HELLO, can I request Mihawk, Buggy, and Shanks dating or married to an elderly fem reader (late 40s or early 60s) hc's? Basically, the reader is genuinely so sweet and protective and rocking like she is in her early 20s. Despite her kind nature, the reader is also surprisingly strong-willed. And is also insecure about being too old and tries to convince them to move on and find someone else who is the same age as them. (also she ate a devil fruit that gave her teleportation powers and is a teacher and teaches fencing to young children).
Headcanons: The One Piece Old Men with an Older Fem! S/O
A/N: I fr had no ideas for this so I'm really sorry if it's not exactly what you wanted sdfghjkl
Word Count:698
Warnings: nada, all fluff here
Buggy:
• K so, the first time Buggy meets you is when he happens upon your fencing class during an exploration of your island.
• When you see him approach, you instantly teleport in front you students to try and protect them from whatever he may do.
• Once he realizes that you're also a Devil Fruit user, he's almost instantly enamored with you.
• Initially, it's just because he sees you being useful to him in some way but as he gets to know you more, he grows to genuinely love and respect you.
• After getting together, Buggy revels in the affection you show to him and his crew. He can't recall the last time anyone saw them all as actual people, let alone get to know them like you do.
• He also respects the fact that you don't hesitate to call him out on his bullshit or straight up kick his ass when he needs it.
• And while he might give you crap about teaching sometimes, he still gives you the all the regard you deserve for doing a rather tough job like that.
• When you get insecure about being older, he makes sure to remind you that he is also kind of an "old geezer" and that he'll still love you when you're both as old as the sea itself.
Shanks:
• You met Shanks when he and his crew pulled into port where you were staying, them needing to restock supplies and rest for a while before going off on another adventure.
• He meets you in a small bar where he sees you chatting and laughing merrily with some of the staff as you sip on a fruity drink of some kind.
• With an intrigued smile, he struts over and introduces himself with all the usual charm.
• As you two idly chat for about 15 minutes, you stop mid-sentence when the girl you mentor hurriedly runs into the bar asking for help with something quick.
• You excuse yourself with an apologetic smile before suddenly vanishing from sight, surprising Shanks as he confusedly looks around the room for you.
• A minute or two later, you pop back to your original position and continue on the conversation like nothing happened.
• Impressed at the discovery of your powers, he begins to ask all sorts of questions about it, which eventually leads to a friendship and later, a relationship!
• He loves being with you! Seeing how kind and helpful you are with most anyone you come in contact with is so refreshing for him to see in a world where other people seem to not care about anything but themselves.
• Shanks also admires the friendship you have with the girl you mentor, it reminds him of his relationship with Luffy.
• And when it comes to your age, he couldn't care less! As long as you're a truly good person, he'll love you with all his heart no matter how you perceive yourself.
Mihawk:
• You meet Dracule when he arrives to an island near yours while on a bounty search for the Marines.
• Having been hired alongside him due to your powers and skills with a saber, he is a little hesitant to be around you due to him preferring to work alone.
• But once the job is done and he's spent more time with you, he actually finds himself enjoying your company a lot!
• He likes how headstrong you are and how you aren't afraid to let someone know exactly how you feel.
• And that combined with the fact that you teach a very useful fighting style to the next generation, he's sold on the idea of the two of you being something more than friends rather soon.
• Mihawk also adores just how sweet you can be with those you care about. Whether that's with your students or with him, he's absolutely smitten when you're being your typical, cuddly self.
• There are for sure times when you convince yourself that your age is a problem and that he'd be better off with someone more youthful.
• When you have those doubts, he's right there to assure you that he doesn't mind at all. He's glad to be around you because you're you, older than him or not.
#one piece#one piece live action#one piece imagine#buggy x reader#buggy the clown x reader#shanks x reader#dracule mihawk x reader#mihawk x reader#headcanon
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blue haired girl
hado nejire x reader
warnings: growing apart, unrequited feelings, abandonment, non-descriptive self-harm, lesbians (the horror!)
a/n: there's a bit of time skipping in this, so i’ve labeled things as their verses in the songs and the years (1, 2, and 3A) + semesters of high school they took place in. is nejire adhd/autistic coded? i cant tell, maybe its because i see the way she is as my normal (adhd) that i cant tell. i'm basing her personality strongly off the wiki bc she really hasn't had that much air time.
word count: 2.9k
inspired by and based on tv girl's- blue hair
Verse 1 - First Semester 1A
You and Nejire met on your first day of high school, class 1A. Both of you had quirks that were more powerful than the rest of the girls in your class, assuming that the two of you thought that you were superior to them and were already looking down on them, they took initiative and distanced themselves from you at the start. This left the two of you with only two options, have no friends, be a lonely outcast for the foreseeable future, or become friends. Obviously, it was an easy choice, and it was nice that the two of you got along well, and probably would have become friends even if you weren’t put in that unfortunate social situation.
She was a blunt girl, not really knowing when it was the appropriate time, if at all, to say something that she wanted to say. She often ended up saying things that were accidentally hurtful, though if you let her know, she would instantly feel remorseful and apologize incessantly. She wasn’t always sure how to make a joke, often her attempts falling flat, but she was bright, and cheery, and had so much knowledge that she longed to share. You couldn’t help but find yourself smiling at her as you listened to her ramble about the newest thing, she learned that week on national geographic.
One day, in the middle of your first year, she asked you how to be funny. You were taken aback, and asked her back, “you think I’m funny?” She nodded with a small smile.
You contemplated on how you should respond to her difficultly abstract question, “I don’t think that’s something you can teach.”
She looked down, her smile falling off her face sent a pang of guilt to your heart. You quickly tried to backtrack, “I think you’re funny though Hado! You’re constantly making me smile and laugh!”. Her eyes met yours, a furrow forming on her brow, you stammered on, “Maybe not everyone thinks you’re funny, but I think that’s true for everyone! You just got to find the people that do think you’re funny and like being around you… like me.” You held eye contact with her despite the bright flush that made its way to your cheeks, ask if you were trying to transfer your conviction over to her. She brushed off your almost confession with a giggle and a change of topic.
Chorus 1- Second Semester 2A
As you both aged, Nejire started to get more notice than you. Not that you were jealous, you being too enamored with her to care, no, you were just happy that she was getting the recognition you thought she so obviously deserved. It did sting though, when she would turn down your invitations for afterschool dates poorly vailed by you as hangouts. She needed to train though, she would say, and dismiss you with a “next time, okay y/n?”
Sometimes as you left the school building on your way home you would take the long way, past the training fields to watch her for a little bit, training with two boys from your class. You wondered why she didn’t ask you to train with her, to help her. You would never ask though, far too afraid of the answer that seemed to be pulling at the hem of your shirt, demanding your attention.
She’s just focusing on training, it’s not like she suddenly stopped liking you. It’s not like she wanted to stop being your friend. It’s not like she was purposely ignoring you. Right?
Verse 2- Third Semester 1A
The two of you were sitting in a cafe after school, one that Nejire had shown you a picture of on Pinterest and said the two of you had to go for their cute specialty foods. You had gotten a parfait, the cream on top having been manipulated into the shape of a cat, Nejire got a jasmine tea latte, the art in the foam had her swooning and whipping out her phone to snap pictures of it in multiple angles as she told you about her Pinterest page’s aesthetic, you listened along, slightly confused at the idea of people posting on Pinterest like it was a social media but not questioning it. After she had taken enough pictures of both her and your orders, the two of you started on your treats, she took a long sip from her latte and when she placed it back down on the table, she had suddenly grown a distinguished mustache made of foam. It made you smile so hard your cheeks hurt, trying to keep your laugher a courteous volume to the other patrons was exceedingly difficult as she didn’t seem to notice her new facial accessory and was looking at you very confused. In spite of your shakes of laughter you managed to raise a shaky hand to point at your upper lip, signaling to her what you had found so funny. She raised a finger to her top lip, touching the foam and then pulled it back to see what was on her face. Realizing what she had done, her face blushed a warm pink as she quickly grabbed her napkin to wipe it away. You had finally calmed down and noticed that she had missed a little bit on the far edge.
“Nejire, you still have some,” you told her and pointed on yourself where it was on her, picked the napkin back up and scrubbed at her face, but on the wrong side.
“No, other side,” you specified. She again rubbed at her face with the now crumpled napkin but somehow still managed to miss the small smudge of foamed milk.
Not thinking, you rose and leaned across the table, before wiping the white away with your thumb. You sat back down, and without a thought in your head, licked it off of your thumb.
You noticed her face flush, even more than before, now a hot red; you realized the suggestiveness of what you had just done, and at the same time, felt an explosion of butterflies manifest themselves into your gut.
She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, looking down with a slight smile on her face, and you reddened.
The two of you sat in silence for a while before she broke it.
“Do you think I’m pretty?”
You didn’t think before you responded.
“Yes.” You hesitated and then added on, “I think you’re really beautiful.”
The two of you fell back into silence.
The purgatory of not knowing how the two of you felt about each other was horrible, but the fear of rejection, not just of a confession but of you as a person, rejecting your identity, kept you in your place.
There really was no winning.
Chorus 2- First Semester 3A
It hurt, seeing her every day, but not being able to talk to her about anything and everything in the way that you had grown used to. She was part of the big 3 now, she was revered by everyone now, she was strong and kind and smart and now they were all seeing what you had from the start. It was selfish of you, you knew, but you wish they hadn't noticed.
She wasn’t being purposefully cruel in her withdrawal from you, she wasn’t doing it to be mean, she had just forgotten, she had just been stretched too thin and something had to go. It was still mean though, and it was still cruel.
You felt the loneliest now, so much so it was almost incomparable. Your days now spent in silence, and slowly falling into the motions. School, train, sleep, school, train, sleep, school, train, sleep. With nothing to break the monotony, life became dull, and you were sinking into a different kind of blue, not the blue of an eye like you did when you first saw Hado Nejire, but into the blue of the mind, getting darker, muddier, harder to see what’s in front of you.
You became more reckless, not in retaliation but due to a slow building and concerning lack of self-preservation. Often throwing yourself into dangerous positions with villains, jumping solo into fights, you had no probability of winning alone, asking for more and more hours at your internship. It kept it at bay for a little while, the numbness, but as with most things, it did not last. You feared you were slowly but surely becoming a shell of your former self.
You needed something more, you needed to keep yourself feeling, needed to keep yourself human, needed to keep yourself. So, you resorted to means you probably shouldn’t have. Flame, blade, burns, blood. You knew it wasn’t healthy, but it was something.
On an especially hot September day it was odd to see students wearing their long-sleeved winter uniforms, but not enough to raise many questions. One girl asked, “Aren’t you hot?”, but you brushed it off, explaining that you just ran cold. A bold-faced lie to anyone who knew you, but none of them did.
As you were working on your lesson book, Hado Nejire walked past your desk on her way to the front of the room, glancing down at you, maybe out of habit, she got a glance of lines of damaged skin, some already faded, but many varying degrees of red. She faltered in her step, double taking, confused as to what she was seeing. Not wanting to cause a scene in class or be caught staring, she almost seamlessly continued walking, and if one hadn’t been watching her, they wouldn’t have noticed her split second reel.
She stopped you by the door after class, and when you tried to scoot by her, thinking she wasn’t aware she was in the doorway, she blocked its entirety with her body, staring you down. She grabbed you by the hand and led you to an unused stairwell as you stumbled behind her hastened pace. You didn’t notice it at the time, but she was especially careful when grabbing you, fearing that she would take hold somewhere that would cause you pain, fearing to reopen possible wounds.
There was a furrow in your brow as you looked at her, wordlessly questioned why she had dragged you there. She turned your arm over, her hand still holding yours, and gently raised your crisp white sleeve, a gasp of dismay escaping her lips as her eyes raked over your battered arm. She dropped your hand only to quickly grab your other one, pulling the sleeve of that arm up too. You were watching her face as she grit her teeth at the sight, her eyebrows pushed into an expression you didn’t know, one you had never seen before even after all the years you had known her. Her head turned and her eyes met yours, weirdly, you thought, they were filled with tears.
“Why?”
This pushed some button you did not know you had, and an unexpected, hot rage filled you.
“What do you mean, Hado?” you did not spit her name, but she flinched as if it was filled with venom.
“Y/n…” she trailed off. You remained silent, seething.
“This isn’t like you, why would you do this?”
You didn’t answer her for a long time before sighing, “You wouldn’t know Hado, you haven’t spoke to me in well over 5 months.”
“I’m sorry, I-” her words almost a whimper, but you interrupted her.
“Please, don’t. I don’t think I can stomach it Hado, I think, whatever you’re going to say next, will only make things worse.”
She clamped her mouth shut, her lips in a pale line, and nodded tearfully, before choking out an “okay”.
Things didn’t change much after that, though she was more watchful of you, you could, at times, feel her eyes boring into you from across the classroom or training halls and fields, and you started feeling a little different, slowing down in your efforts to drive away the numbness, as the numbness seemed to seep away from you. Less and less, you found yourself feeling as if there was nowhere else to go with a knife in your grasp.
You also no longer prayed that she would make time for you, disillusioning yourself, and realizing that she was not perfect, though feelings as strong as yours don’t just simply disappear due to disillusionment.
Verse 3- Third Semester 3A
Her hair had been burnt off, now in a blunt bob, and what once had been marred and blistered skin was now just slightly tinged pink. It still hurt you to see though, quietly observing. She was different now, bolder, more self-assured, Maybe, you mused, something had been burnt off along with her hair. You were different now too though, you were better. You had sought counseling, speaking to the trusted hero you were interning under, and they helped you find and utilize resources to mitigate your mental health. You felt lighter, you were still lonely, but you were now a little bit more at peace with your solitude, and less afraid to put yourself out there, slowly becoming friends with the sidekicks at your internship who were just a couple years your senior.
Chorus 3- After Graduation
Sometimes you would see her on TVs in coffee shops, or in ads in magazines, though if you looked you could find yourself too, maybe not as often, but still there. Both of you were making a name for yourselves in the hero world.
You had started dating a pretty sidekick from your agency, she was one of the first people you had befriended when you started putting in the effort to get better, she had been there for you through many bad nights, and many more good ones. You really, truly loved her. And yes, sometimes you would miss your first love, but not in a way of current longing, but for a past. You would never leave your girlfriend though, even if you got the chance to go back, even if they told you everything would turn out the way you had begged and hoped and dreamt. Those were no longer your dreams.
It was in line at a coffee shop that you ran into her. She looked nice, more mature, gracefully slipping into her early 20’s, face less youthful, but still bright with a smile.
The two of you chatted as you waited for your orders to be taken, and continued afterwards, as you waited for them to be made.
She was direct in her flirting, touching your arm, complementing you, laughing a little too much at things that weren’t that funny. You did not reciprocate. 5 years ago, if she had been doing what she was doing now, you would have been over the moon, indescribably happy, but now, you didn’t feel much of anything at all. You were flattered, maybe a bit annoyed, but the feelings were so watered down, so muted that you could barely describe them as anything. You were happy to talk to an old friend though.
“We should hang out some time,” she told you after your orders had been picked up from the counter and the two of you started towards the front doors, “go on a little afterschool date like we used to.” She smiled and winked.
You politely smiled back at her and opened your mouth to reply, when your phone started going off, the ring tone you had affectionately assigned to your girlfriend, playing.
“Oh, sorry it’s my girlfriend, let me answer real quick,” not waiting for a response from Nejire, you picked up the phone.
“Hey love, what’s up?” You inquired through the phone.
“Are you almost home yet?”
“Yeah, I just picked up your coffee from the coffee place two blocks down.”
“Oh yay! Thank you baby, see you soon, I love you.”
“I love you too.”
You ended the call and turned towards Nejire apologetically, “Sorry about that!”
You exited the shop, Nejire holding the door open for you, and stood next to her on the sidewalk, close to the building and out of the way.
“Oh!” you realized you hadn’t answered her question yet, “yeah, it would be nice to hang out and catch up.” This time, hangout had no hidden meanings or crossed fingers. It was purely platonic. “I miss you,” she confessed. Your eyebrows shot up in surprise, you were really never expecting her to say that.
“I guess things ended up differently, not the way I wanted I mean.” she clarified. “It’s hard seeing you in the news, or in my fashion magazines, but not being able to see you in person anymore. I just… miss you a lot y/n, even though you’ve not gone anywhere.”
You hmm and nod, “you’re right, I haven’t gone anywhere. That was you, Hado Nejire. I’m proud of you, you're becoming a great hero.” You smiled at her softly. She stood, unmoving, looking at you, maybe waiting for something more, but you were no longer the person who would be able to provide that.
“Well, I need to get going before all this ice melts,” you shook the iced coffee in your hands, “or my girlfriend will have my head.”
“Oh, uh, okay” she stammered.
“Message me! My numbers still the same, if you still have it. You could meet my girlfriend too, I think you’d like her, she’s amazing.”
Nejire nodded, watching your figure as you walked away, bitter jealousy and remorse making their home in her sour stomach.
Hi! I know it may seem like I am romanticizing self-harm in this but I promise I am not. As it is something I have struggled with for many years I am just reflecting my own struggles and thoughts, and trying to represent a mental illness as what it is. That doesn't mean it is something you should do, and if you struggle with it and are tempted after reading, here are some healthier alternatives. Please do not hurt yourselves, lovelies.
#bnha x reader#mha x reader#boko no hero academia#my hero academia#bnha x reader angst#fanfic#bnha nejire#mha nejire#nejire hado#nejire x reader#nejire x you#nejire x y/n#hado nejire#bnha#nejire x f!reader#yuri fanfiction#yuri mha#tw:self harm
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Hyper Grinding Part 1
An rp between me and @godlikegnostic where Jade helps Polypa grind out a level and get even more bigger.
godlikegnostic: polypa, how're you? easy to talk at a size like THAT?
pyrophoricgoddess: Im doing fine *| why wouldn't it be *? especially since i have the gift of gab badge *|
godlikegnostic: well, yeah, makes sense! you're just...
[She spreads her arms out wide and zooms off and away, taking in the full breadth of Polypa's COMPRESSED enormity with a great smile.]
reaaaaaaaaaally big! :D
i was wondering if your voice could even escape through the chasms of your muscle groups, but i guess it can!
pyrophoricgoddess: sgrub bullshit magic *| also this is a compressed size for me *| [polypa smirks]
godlikegnostic: i... wow, really? impressive, impressive- i can get beefy, but this at a minimum- how the hell did you level so hard, so much, so fast? i'm enamored!
pyrophoricgoddess: My version of the game had to be glitched * if you couldnt tell from how winning sent us back to alternia but game enemies spawn everywhere *| i just got a shit ton of exp from everything * i reached max level * which is near infinitely more than 99 * by like the halfway mark *|
godlikegnostic: and you just keep going? my goodness, even i wasn't that lucky! i mean, sure, i got power elsewhere, but such brute strength is...
... i mean, i dunno, it's alluring! exciting! :D
pyrophoricgoddess: Hot *? Intoxicating *?
godlikegnostic: intoxicating! hot! fucking awe-inspiring!!!
you're unlike anything i've ever seen and i want to make it even more obscene. and i know just how!!!
pyrophoricgoddess: With your space magic *?
godlikegnostic: not just that- no, i wanna make your level breach even further past infinity!
any cap that exists is just a guise, i learned that years ago! :P
pyrophoricgoddess: Oh hell yea *!
godlikegnostic: and for that, i've got a real easy idea. i'm gonna breach portals into a bunch of alternate timelines and warp the denizens into your hands for you to crush. it'll be the single most efficient xp farm ever!
pyrophoricgoddess: Wow * that is really easy *|
godlikegnostic: of course i dont expect to cause any discernible change to your level because that number is fucking BIG BIG
but...
[She lets out an adorable laugh as she extends her arms and legs out, spread eagle in the depths of space as a thousand thousand thousand portals suddenly appear all around Polypa's body in a flash of green light. They all flicker open...]
pyrophoricgoddess: [Countless denizens spew out of the portals onto polypas body. Looking unconcerned she lets them pile up on her for a few minutes before she FLEXES and her already immense body instantly swells even larger in a just a fraction of a moment, crushing them all between her impervious muscles.]
godlikegnostic: [The sound is deafening. The destruction absolute- there is nothing but godlike musculature for miles around...]
[Not just miles, no, no, LIGHT YEARS.]
holy... oh my--
[ENEMIES DEFEATED. XP GAINED: 4.429x10^20002^95^5]
pyrophoricgoddess: Oh wow * that actually moved my exp bar a hair *|
godlikegnostic: ahah- ahahahaha! and that was just the test run to make sure that would even work, i can scale this up so much now, so much, so much...
godlikegnostic: [The number of portals doubles. Triples. Octuples. Squares. Cubes. Orders of magnitude thousands of digits strong as Jade employs spatial distortion on the level of the Big Crunch in order to fit as many portals as can exist per square micrometer into every piece of space around Polypa's body. There is naught but endless timelines numbering in the googols staring at the musclefreak...]
pyrophoricgoddess: Im going to get so much bigger ***|
godlikegnostic: you ARE.
[The portals open, all at once. The flood is immense- the denizens are compacted down to trillionths of their size just to fit across Polypa's impossible figure...]
pyrophoricgoddess: [Polypas body is completely covered in beasts. Not just covered but miles deep with denizens. With all these enemies Polypa might even have to use a fraction of.her power.
Nah lol, not at all.
With a resounding crack that could be heard through all of paradox space the planet of muscle that is polypa explodes in size. The already mountainous peaks of her body now dwarf entire planets. What few monsters aren't crushed between the yawning deep crevices beyond human comprehension that are merely the striations of her muscles are ejected from her body so violently that the g-forces don't just liquefy but are turned into a stream of plasma. With that flex she becomes the largest object in the galaxy.
ENEMIES DEFEATED. XP GAINED: 4↑↑↑3
LEVEL UP! RANK 9↑↑↑9 + 1
But once she relaxed her flex Polypa was the same size.]
Youre going to want to brace yourself *** actually itd probably be safer to hop to different dimension for a sec while i uncompress myself *|
godlikegnostic: [Jade's boner is very obviously visible now- she never wore clothes, duh. With a nod does she wordlessly leap through a portal and transform it into a viewport, allowing her to see... god itself unfurling.]
pyrophoricgoddess: [It's a good thing Jades viewport is omniscient otherwise it'd be impossible to see how big Polypa is. If you tried to zoom out from where Polypa was to her normal size even going hundreds of times the speed of light it's still take millennia to reach out. Against her true size entire star systems were like atoms, galaxies were little better. Super clusters were barely on the level of viruses.
When she did view the whole of Polypa she would find her infinite bulk straining against the bounds of the universe itself, the peaks of her many muscles tearing into paradox space.]
godlikegnostic: [Jade starts to salivate and grind her cock against a planet as she watches this incomprehensible mind-bending display. With the largest, strongest thing ever now clearly on display- and only decompressed by a factor of a few googolplexths of a percent- she is now firmly in love.]
"Holy... Polypa, you GOD!"
pyrophoricgoddess: [Polypa smirks at Jade's reaction.]
"You're just figuring that out now *?"
godlikegnostic: "W-Well okay, no, I was just-- I'm really, really..."
[Staring, awed, s-she can see her smirking so fucking smugly at her it's hot god it's really hot-]
"...I'm impressed and kind of monstrously turned on. Is that cool to say?"
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Aria di Capri (Carthusia)
Years ago, when Facebook still had me in its sinister clutches (I have long since banished it to the shadow whence it came), a friend DM'ed me a tale of grief over a long-lost love. A relative of hers had visited Italy and brought back a bottle of perfume-- an extravagant floral, pure springtime in a bottle, the most beautiful thing she'd ever smelled. Its name was... Flora Capria? Flowers di Capri? She despaired of ever finding this mystery scent again...
A quick search of Perfumed Court's database turned up a "Fiori di Capri" by Carthusia-- a name familiar to me from Perfumes: The A-Z Guide. Therein, Luca Turin waxes eloquent about another Carthusia fragrance called Aria di Capri. He described it as an astringent "iced amaro" scent suggestive of "a delicious drink of Italian bitters called a lavorato, which I had over ice with a view of the Duomo in Milan", and spoke of its ability to bestow the "invigorating sensation of increased clarity". Worded thus, how could it not appeal? Onto the wishlist it went, to remain forgotten until my pal told her sad story.
I found and emailed an image of the Carthusia label to her. Did it look at all familiar? She replied almost instantly with palpable excitement: It did! Now we had a dual mission: to reunite this lady with her long-lost favorite perfume and (I hoped) to gain a new favorite of my own. I duly ordered decants-- Aria for myself, a small sample; for her, a larger-sized spray bottle of Fiori. Done and done.
While waiting for our scent-soulmates to arrive, I read up on Carthusia's history. It was founded within a religious cloister (the Monastery of San Giacomo) on Capri a full two hundred years before Florence's Santa Maria Novella. Its exclusive line of perfumes incorporated essences derived from island-grown rosemary and carnations, resulting in a true local product. According to official apocrypha, production had slacked off over time until even the original formulas were misplaced. After World War II, the monks "rediscovered" the formulas and applied for a papal dispensation to have them analyzed by a chemist. Their cooperative efforts resulted in the relaunch of the Carthusia fragrance line-- five hundred years after its inception.
Alas, sometimes things die for a reason.
Aria di Capri started off crisp, clear, and cool, a benevolent floral-creamsicle accord that turned warm and vanillic as it developed on my skin. I could have forgiven it for being nothing like the promised licorice-bitters accord if only it had stopped there-- but no. Odd things started to occur, the first being a sudden twitch of the steering wheel that sent Aria di Capri into braunschweiger territory.
You heard me: my wrists suddenly smelled like liverwurst.
Lest I be accused of making this up, please know that my husband was offered a sniff of both the opening notes and this latter phase, and his verdict was the same as mine. And while our shared experience with Breath of God's smoked-meat phase proved amusing and edifying, there was nothing here to tempt us into thinking we were having a good time. For no woman wants to smell like the dourest of all lunch meats-- and no man, however enamored of a good sandwich, wants his woman to smell like it either.
But I'm not done. When the liverwurst accord (what IS it? what combination of scent elements is to blame?) was over, a dill accord kicked in. (Pickle with your sandwich?)
Now, I like the scent of dill as much as anyone else, and no one liked it better at that time than our cat. He was a veritable hog for fresh dill. We bought it by the bunch, and the beast positively trembled with desire whenever we cut off a sprig to feed him as a treat. So when he woke out of a sound midday nap and looked at me expectantly, I knew I wasn't dreaming that smell up. It lasted just long enough for me to decide for posterity that dill does not belong anywhere near perfume.
Period.
By the time Aria di Capri reverted back to something presentable on skin (the original floral accord, only wan and unenthusiastic), I'd had about enough. Clearly, whatever Luca Turin was drinking, it was more pickle juice than lavorato. And that wasn't the Duomo in his line of sight-- it was a delicatessen.
Later, I received an email from my friend, to whom I had sent Fiori di Capri via mail. In words of simple dignity, she thanked me for the perfume, even though it was nothing like she remembered. I understood then that no matter how let down I felt by Aria di Capri, at least I had not known it as any other scent than it was when it came to me. She'd known a better Fiori di Capri, once-- and never would again.
Et in Carthusia ego....
Scent Elements: Mimosa, iris, jasmine, laurel, licorice
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ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ: (ANON) hey i just stumbled on your stuff. it's really good!! and this is my first ever request so i don't know if i'm doing it right, but do you think you could write something where the reader is insecure about her body hair and bucky or steve is just like comforting them and maybe some slight smut??
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: SMUT 18+ minors dni, major fluff miss girl
ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: idk if you were looking for just coochie hair but this was really real for me so i made it like an all around insecurity about having hairy arms, shoulders, back, belly, the whole shabang i hope that was ok . this really hit home as a Latina/Hispanic with prominent body hair so i really hope you guys like it
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“What about this one?” Nat held a silk dress, the front cutting low as well as the back.
“It’s pretty,” you started.
“Yeah?”
“Pretty revealing,” you snorted.
“Nat I already told you, I was thinking maybe something with long sleeves, maybe a pant suit? That's a power move,” you laughed.
“Y/n, you have a gorgeous body and you should show everyone,” she said smiling softly.
“It’s not that, it’s just….”
“Just what?” she asked concerningly.
“It’s stupid,” you chuckled nervously.
“It’s not stupid if it’s bothering you this much,” she said.
“I don’t really like to wear clothes that show off a lot of skin because I don’t- ugh,” you huffed out, “I have a lot of hair, Like everywhere.”
“You’re human; you’re supposed to,” Nat chuckled.
“I know, but it's very visible and I get a bit insecure,” you mumbled.
“Awe, it’s ok. You’re still the most beautiful girl in the whole world, did you know that?” Nat smiled hoping to lighten the mood.
“Shut up,” you pushed her playfully.
“No seriously, you’re so stunning and if a guy, who probably looks like a fucking werewolf, has the audicity to say you’re too hairy can literally stick a razor up their ass,” she said making you giggle.
“You know Steve wouldn’t care,” she wiggled her eyebrows.
“Stop it,” she was always teasing you about Steve, and as much as you did like him, it’s so embarrassing.
“Come on buy this one and flaunt that gorgeous body so y’all can fuck.”
“Oh my- If I buy it will you shut up?”
“Yes.”
You snatched the garment from her hands and walked prissily to the counter hearing the red head snicker behind you.
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You stood in front of the mirror staring at your appearance. Your skin glowed against the silk fabric, the tie resting on the side of your waist pulling the fabric in to accentuate your features. The back was cut low with practically no fabric above your sacrum.
Those little hairs crept along your back and you couldn’t help but frown at them. The fuzz was so visible and you just wish you had thin hairs, hardly noticeable like those girls on social media. Growing up people always had something to say about the hairs on your shoulders and your arms. Nothing’s changed as an adult now and it fed horribly into your insecurities.
“You ready?” Nat came into your room, making you snap your head towards her.
“Oh my goodness, you look so beautiful!” Wanda said walking into your room as well.
“Thank you, guys,” you smiled softly. You couldn’t help but hide your arms placing your hands over your forearms and Nat looked at you gingerly and grabbed your hands softly.
“Everything about you is beautiful, ok?” she smiled.
“Thanks,” you responded before heading downstairs.
The music seemed quiet compared to the voices that chattered up and down the halls and rooms. It was very crowded and you were quickly left alone; Nat headed to the bar and Wanda instantly spotting Vision.
You held your head high and walked through the crowd to the table where Tony had appetizers and snacks for the guests. You felt confident after Nat’s words and you definitely caught the eyes of many different oglers there. One particular man had walked with poise stopping before you with a smile.
He was quite handsome and you returned a smile, casting your eyes down shyly. He wore a classic all black look, a black button up collar with sleek balck suit pants. His shoes were also black and he looked very put together. He had pitch black hair and gorgeous green eyes. You were hypnotized.
“You look absolutely ravishing darling,” he spoke smoothly.
“Oh, uh, thank you. You look very nice too,” you said timidly.
You two made small talk before migrating to the bar. Nat gave you a look before Wanda spoke to you, her eyes as well as yours glowing red and her voice echoed in your head.
What about Steve?
Get out!
“Woah, what’s with your eyes?” the guy said surprised.
“What?” you retorted.
“They- They were red for a second,” he stuttered.
“Maybe you’ve had a bit too much to drink,” Nat swooped in.
“Yeah, probably,” he chuckled.
You two continued to talk until he asked the dreaded question. The question that always makes you unbelievably self conscious and gross. The question that every goddamn man on earth feels they need to ask for no fucking reason.
“Why don’t you shave your arms?”
“What?” you asked dumbfounded.
“Well, you’re very uh- hairy. Do you shave your legs?”
“I- uh. I don’t understand.”
“Well, I just noticed you’ve got a lot of hair on your arms and your shoulders. You should probably shave it, you know?” he said.
Nat and Wanda exchanged shocked and foul looks, rolling their eyes at the man’s remarks. You smiled sarcastically before storming away. Men seriously have nothing but the audacity. You covered your arms and caved yourself in just trying to run from the situation. Before you could head to the elevators you bumped into a strong body.
“Y/n, I was looking for you- Wow, you look- wow,” he said with wide eyes. He’s never seen you in a dress quite like this. The silk was shining beautifully like your glowing skin and the straps fell from your shoulders making Steve fight the urge to kiss and nip at your soft skin. The color complimented your skin tone incredibly and he was so enamored by your beauty; not that you weren’t always the most beautiful.
You were angelic.
“Thanks um, I’m gonna back up now. Not really feeling too hot,” you mean that quite figuratively.
“What, but the party’s just getting started! I haven’t gotten to dance with you,” he gave that gorgeous smile that would make any woman fall to their knees.
“Steve-”
“Come on just one dance?” he grabbed your hand.
“You have to buy me a drink first,” you smirked, dragging him to the bar. Upon arrival, Nat smiled knowingly at you before making your favorite and Steve handed a twenty dollar bill. The later the night got, the more Stark’s guests drunken themselves into a careless party vibe.
The lights were dimmed and the music grew louder. You finished your drink and Steve raised his brows waiting with a grin on his gorgeous face. You grabbed his hand and made your way to the makeshift dance floor that Tony’s guests had created.
Steve came up behind you with his hands on your hips and swayed with them to the beat of the music. Strangers around him had created quite a sexual tension filled aura that definitely affected you both. Your head was thrown back on Steve’s shoulder and your eyes were closed.
Steve looked around before catching his gaze with Nat’s smirking and nodded as if to tell him to make a move already. He looked down at you again, you were so beautiful in his arms. He ran his nose along the side of your face and sensed your head slowly leaning into him.
You smiled slowly and Steve pressed a soft kiss to your temple. He kept pressing faint kisses down your neck as his hands trailing up your sides giving your goosebumps. He ran his nose along your shoulder and pressed kisses there too when you suddenly became overwhelmed with insecure questions; what if he notices the hairs? What if he asks the same question? Or worse, what if he gets disgusted by that?
You pushed him off and quickly ran away through the crowd. Confused, Steve chased after you. You walked quickly after leaving the crowd and made your way back to the elevator as you did earlier in the night. Steve was concerned that maybe he might’ve done something you might not wanted and scared you away.
“Hey, hey,” he reached for your arm, of which you quickly retracted.
“Wait, Y/n,” you avoided his eyes as you round the corner towards the elevator. Steve stepped in front of you, pushing your back against the wall caging you with his arms.
“What happened? I thought- I thought we were you know, having a moment,” he smiled guiltily.
“Steve, I’m sorry but…” you trailed off.
“Is it me?”
“No! J- Ugh, Steve. Please,” you just wanted to go to your room and cry; you let your insecurities get the best of you once again and ran away from something that could’ve been.
“Then what is it? Because I like you; I really like you. And I need you to tell me if you don’t feel the same because I’m just gonna think that I did something wrong and that I hurt you; and I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I did,” he told you.
“You didn’t do anything,” you teared up; you brought his forehead to yours and brushed his nose against yours.
“Growing up people always teased me for my body hair. Guys always told me that I needed to shave my arms because being able to see the hair was gross. I feel so ugly. And that fucking asshole tonight; I really thought he was gonna be different. They’re all the same.”
“Y/n, look at me. You are so fucking beautiful. Everything about you is perfect and I want nothing more than to show you.”
“You don’t think I need to shave,” you pouted.
“No, and anyone that tells you that, you let me know and I’ll punch them,” he said with a deadpan look making you grin.
“Sorry. No one’s ever said those things to me, about you know,” you cupped his face.
“Can I kiss you?” he asked.
You smiled softly before leaning into him and pressing your lips against his gingerly. You could feel him smile into the kiss and his hands cradled the back of your head as he deepened the kiss.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” he said against your lips.
He pulled away and turned around briefly to call the lift. He grabbed your hand and pulled you inside pressing you against the wall to kiss you sloppily. Your chest heaved up and down at his passion and when he pulled away you were left breathless.
He led you to his room where he was on you in an instant again, your back pressed against his door and his lips on your neck. Your head was thrown back as you basked in the feeling of his lips against your neck. Your hands making home in his hair.
He pulled your strap down pressing kisses along your shoulder. You tensed a bit out of natural habit but his lips felt so soft and gentle, you relaxed and indulged in his attention. Your finger made work with his baby blue button up that complemented his eyes perfectly and pushed his collar shirt off his broad shoulders.
You grew a bit of confidence and pushed him off backing him up until he sat on the edge of his bed. When Steve plopped down he couldn’t help the huge grin on his face. His hands went under your dress caressing your thighs with his thumbs waiting for your next move.
You bit your lip as you slowly untied the string that cinched your waist; unveiling your body to him wearing simply a pair of nude lace panties. You could hear the lustful groan that came from Steve, his eyes wandering your body as if he were memorizing everything about you.
Hyper aware of your insecurity now that you’ve told him, he noticed the soft hairs that gloss over your skin. He had no problem with it. He thought it was beautiful; especially the little happy trail down your stomach. His hands came up your side and he leaned forward to kiss your belly. You instinctively pulled away and tensed before muttering apologies under your breath.
“You don’t need to apologize, doll,” he looked up at you.
He leaned forward again, his lips making contact with your hot skin this time. The eyes he gave were soft yet hungry and you couldn’t help the arousal that pooled between your thighs. He pulled you forward so you sat comfortably on his lap and grabbed your hands in his own. He placed them around his neck turning his head to the side to kiss the inside of your forearm all the way up to your shoulder.
“You are so gorgeous, absolutely ethereal, celestial, heavenly, god I could just look at you all day,” he said, making you grow flustered.
“It’s true, darling.”
“Thank you,” you said with teary eyes.
Beautiful. Angelic. Divine. Perfect. Steve whispered those words against your burning skin as he turned you over to lay on your back. You kissed him messily before he moved down your body slowly practically peeling your panties from your body.
The sight of your dripping cunt was enough for Steve’s cock to harden painfully. He stood up eagerily and dropped his pants and boxers surprising you. He was much bigger than you had anticipated and the nerves fluttered in your belly whether he’d fit comfortably or not.
“You ok?” he rubbed your leg when he saw concern in your face.
“Yeah, you’re uh- you’re really big,” you said, making him chuckle.
“We don’t have to do anything if you’re not comfortable,” he reassured.
“No, I do! I really do,” you said quickly making him laugh harder this time.
“Here, I think this will make it easier,” he grabbed your hand so you could sit up easily before quickly grabbing a condom and handing it to him. He pulled you close to let you straddle his legs as you did moments ago. He pumped his erect cock for a second before tearing the foil and wrapping it around his girth.
You stood up on your knees and stared into his eyes as you felt his tip at your entrance. You slowly sank down onto him feeling absolutely stretched to your fullest. You and Steve both moaned simultaneously as you took his entire length. You hadn’t even moved yet and Steve could you feel you pulsating around him.
Your walls were so soft and velvety, Steve knew he wasn’t going to last long.
“Ugh, baby, you gotta move please,” he moaned.
“You feel so good,” you whimpered. You lifted yourself before returning to settle back down over and over again.
Steve leaned forward pressing kisses to your breasts whilst holding your waist to steady your bounces. He looked at you with nothing but adoration and devotion relishing in the moment he has with you. You were so goddamn beautiful above him, Steve couldn’t help the quickly approaching release.
He could feel your wall clenching around him signaling how close you were. You began to grow tired and you were no longer bouncing up and down but rather rocking your hips forward and back now. Doing this stimulated your clit, rubbing against his pelvis and soon enough that had you body shaking in pleasure.
“Fuck, Steve, I’m coming!” you gripped onto his shoulders. His finger dug into your own flesh surely to leave marks of some sort later and his head was thrown back as he chanted your name like a prayer.
You pressed your lips against his neck kissing and sucking leaving purple and red marks and bites on him as you reached your climax. Every muscle in your body convulsed and tightened against Steve until you finally felt like you could relax.
“You were so good, baby girl. So good for me,” he soothed; his hand rubbing and scratching your back gently.
“Fuck,” you breathed out.
“Sh, I got ya. Relax, baby,” he could feel your slightly trembling body limp against him.
“That was amazing,” you whispered, continuing to press faint kisses on his neck.
“You’re amazing,” he said cheekily.
“Thank you; for making me feel beautiful again.”
“I’d do anything for you. You deserve the world. You’re so stunning and anyone who wants to say otherwise is just jealous and full of shit,” he said making you grin.
“You want me to run you a bath?” he asked softly.
“Only if you join me?”
“Deal.”
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From the first moment you walked through the door, The Joker became secretly enamored by you. You were out of place, that was for sure, the club full of hooligans and women that would cut you just to watch you bleed. But you were different, like a flower growing out of concrete. The job was last resort for you and it took a while to get used to everything, the bartender position insanely lucrative but demanding. But you took to it quickly, showing up without fail to work your place behind the bar.
J liked to watch you, his crystal eyes never letting you stray from his sight for very long. You were his polar opposite, kind when he was cruel, soft where he was hard. You were a mystery to him and many nights slipped by before you were suddenly tasked with the job of delivering drinks to his VIP section. It was an odd request, your job was to make them, not deliver them, but you did as you were asked.
With a tray of drinks and The Joker's favorite bourbon, you carefully crossed the main floor, miraculously making it the roped off area without spilling anything. It was guarded heavily but they let you through without a fuss, your nerves getting to you as you climbed the steps. And there he was, the man himself, his green hair even more vibrant this close up. You felt yourself beginning to shake, not from fear necessarily, but something closer to attraction. He was dressed sharply, everything immaculate about him, and he seemed 100% uninterested in you.
One of his goons gave you a slight shove and you had to struggle not to drop the entire tray. He wasn't alone, the other drinks for his company, but he seemed even less interested in them. But they greedily snatched up what you offered, your own hand trembling slightly as you lifted the bottle and presented it to him. He didn't even look at you, waving his hand in a way of dismissal.
His main guy, the tall one that didn't talk much, leaned in and told you quietly to leave it on the table. You did what he said immediately, your hands smoothing down your apron as you asked if anything else was needed. It was the woman closest to The Joker, the one that was trying the hardest to get him to notice her, that responded, her voice nasty.
"Get lost, bitch!" She eyed you up and down disdainfully and you flinched, taking in a deep breath to say something but turning and rushing off instead. You could hear the group laughing and almost fell down the steps trying to get away. The crowd was thick and unforgiving and it felt like forever before you made it to the bathroom. It was crowded, but a stall was open, and that's where you locked yourself inside. Your throat was burning and as soon as you had some privacy you burst into tears. Her words didn't so much hurt you, but humiliated you, especially in front of him. You knew that you were making a mess of your makeup, but you couldn't stop the tears from pouring down your cheeks, not noticing that the bathroom grew suspiciously quiet.
You sniffed, the sound echoing and not swallowed up by the hum of restroom conversation, and you jumped from a knock at the stall door. Clearing your throat, you weakly told them occupied, but another knock followed. Wiping quickly at your cheeks, you smoothed down the front of your clothes and opened the door.
And there he stood, The Joker looking up and making eye contact with you. It sent a jolt of surprise and fear down your body and you had to clutch at the stall walls to keep from falling back.
"I won't hurt you."
That's all he said, as if his presence in the women's restroom was normal and required no explanation. Of course, you asked for none, stepping forward and out as he moved. You caught your reflection in the mirror and wiped at your eyes, hoping he hadn't noticed you had been crying.
"No one will bother you again." The statement was blunt and he pulled at his cuff to straighten it. Your eyes followed and you couldn't help but notice fine little droplets of red at the cuff of his pristine shirt. He turned abruptly and left you standing there before you could ask what he meant or why there was blood on his shirt.
Stunned and feeling like your heart could beat out of your chest, you turned to the mirror to fix your makeup, a smile spreading across your face. The feeling didn't leave you for the rest of the night, your good mood carried home and giving you the best dreams as you finally fell asleep.
You returned to work the following night, excited and giddy to see him, and his absence at the VIP section put a damper on things. But the following night he was back, perched above the club, looking down but never quite in your direction. More people were brought into his circle, most of them women, and it didn't take long for your jealously to take over. They were tall and thin, everyone fawning over them except for the man they had their eye on. The Joker remained indifferent to them, until one night he didn't.
A week after the interaction in the bathroom, you looked up to hand a drink over to a patron when you spotted The Joker across the way. The group he sometimes invited to his VIP section was not there, but a single woman, her hands on him in a way that was brazen and familiar. That was the night you went home and decided you were going to change, that you would be that woman one day.
You stood before the mirror in your bathroom after a shower and took inventory of all the things you hated about yourself. Your thighs were too big, your stomach too round, your arms too flabby, the list went on and on. They were all the things the woman didn't seem to have, so it only made sense that The Joker would not like these things either. These thoughts were common for most of your life, but you had felt a moment of reprieve, feeling comfortable for the first time in a while.
Now you felt sad but determined, wanting to give him something perfect, wanting to have him reach up and wrap his hand around your throat the way he did with her. Your own hand lifted and ghosted over your throat, finding it hard to bring your fingers around it like he had with her. Your hand dropped, something akin to fire in your eyes, and your resolve was made.
You purged that night, the first time in many months, and it made you feel empty but excited. The next day was the same, but you paired it with an intense workout, not stopping until dizziness made you.
Determination kept you going, even if the nights at work were starting to get harder, your energy at an all-time low. It didn't take long for others to notice, a co-worker asking if you were ok and your friendly smile and denial putting her at a temporary ease.
It was the same every night you worked, some nights he was there, some he would be absent. And as the number on the scale started to drop, it only pushed you to do more, your desire to be by his side putting you in danger. You lasted as long as you could, though you tried to ignore the pain and headaches, not realizing you were on the floor until you felt yourself lifted.
It was a Friday night, always the busiest out of the week, and The Joker had been surprisingly absent. He was always there on the weekend, that was the time the club made the most money, so you were shocked when you opened your eyes and realized he was carrying you. The music was still going, but nearby patrons were turning to watch, your face beginning to burn as J carried you down a hallway and up a set of stairs.
You were embarrassed that he was carrying you, letting out a weak protest as he shouldered his way into an office. It was elevated over the club and gave him a view of the entire floor. He must have been here the entire time and you wondered why he came to help you.
He placed you on a nearby couch, sinking down next to you and cupping your face in his hands. You were overwhelmed with the contact, eyes widening as he leaned closer to get a good look at you.
"Are you sick?" His intimidating eyes darted around your face and settled back on yours as he waited for your response.
"No, sir, I'm fine. I'm so sorry for causing a scene..." He silenced you with a finger to the lips, clicking his tongue as he released you and turned to a figure you had missed by the door. It was the tall, silent goon, and he left immediately to get some water and a wash cloth.
It left the two of you alone and The Joker turned to look you up and down, your heart pounding as he reached down to stroke across your arm. You tensed as his cool fingertips made contact with your feverish skin, stroking up to your bicep and across your collarbone. The clavicle was more prominent than the last time you were this close and his eyes remained there, slowly turning dark like an approaching storm.
"Did you do this to yourself?" His question went right to the source and it surprised you more that maybe he actually noticed what you had been doing for him. It made you smile, but the snap of his metallic teeth made you flinch and it faltered on your face. "You were perfect the way you were."
Your face fell and you couldn't stop your eyes from welling with tears. He responded to it instantly, lunging to catch you by the throat, lifting you upright. His face was dangerously close to yours and you felt dizzy with fear and desire. His hand was where you had wanted it for so long and it was perfect.
"I wanted you to find me beautiful...like that woman...I just wanted to make you happy."
He jostled you into silence and his voice was steady, eyes staring into yours unwavering as he spoke.
"You were the only beautiful, pure thing in this shit hole. Those women you want to be like so much are empty and soulless and willing to do anything for attention. That was never you."
You were shaking, a combination of fear, attraction, and hunger. What he was saying to you felt unreal, especially coming from The Joker, and you thought for certain you would wake up any moment. But his fingers pressing into the skin of your throat felt too real, the scent of his expensive cologne soaking into the fibers of your clothes too crisp for a dream. You were exactly where you wished to be and had put yourself through hell to get here. The irony of it all was that he had liked you the way you were before.
He broke contact as his guy returned, placing a tray of everything on the table next to you both. He backed away, turning back again as The Joker addressed him.
"Pull the car around and get me a table at Libre." J turned to look you, a smile slowly creeping across his face. "Their food is to die for."
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"Having a vocal tick like mine where you can instantly put a VA with a character is sometimes a gift and a curse. Because sometimes you're just like "Oh hell no anyone but him PLEASE NOT HIM."
Well hey everyone, I'm back on my familiar bs train. You might notice the lack of edit updates lately because I've been having a bit of a crisis. Mostly the fact that my type is slowly but surely changing before my eyes and it scared me at first. But now I've just come to accept the fact that this is a problem and I might as well love it like I do all my other issues. Let's talk about my newest crisis, the fact that my alternative men are growing from the minority into the vast majority. I figured that the best place to start was with a show that is basically the love of my life right now, Sasaki To Miyano.
One of my best friend's was the first one to really get me to have my guilty pleasure being BL stories or anime with heavy BL influences like Promare and Sk8 The Infinity. She didn't really have to tell me about STM because I found it all on my own. I found it because I follow Kellen Geoff on Twitter and he was talking about his newest role in this sugary sweet story about love. For the first few episodes everything was fine and dandy. I was enjoying the hell out of the story that was being told to me. It wasn't until I heard an eerily familiar voice that caused me to have the biggest crisis known to mankind.
If you don't know me extremely well then I haven't talked about my recent love of men with deeper voices. It started with Ty Maheny's Kuroo and it spiraled out of my control since then. It's led me down a somewhat different path than I would normally go. My men usually have light, teasing voices. So when they suddenly went deeper but still tasing you can imagine the way that my head exploded. Now you're probably wondering "Dot what does this have to do with Ogasawara?" Well I'll tell you exactly what it has to do with him. One of my recent husbandos during a Sk8 rewatch was Kojiro Nanjo. I think I ignored it and pushed it down or something like that. Another recent guilty pleasure was Record of Ragnarok. There my favorite was Adam, and if you know the show then you'll realize the one that Joe and Adam have in common. They have the same voice actor Jonah Scott. It appears that I have a new voice actor crush fam, and this man is it. While it might just be a voice thing and nowhere near as bad as my other problem, it's still bad because it was the first thing that I noticed about Ogasawara when I knew I was effed.
Ogasawara while maybe just a minor role I absolutely fell in love with this bi-curious himbo. He's just such a delight and every time that I see him I'm always like "YES it's Oga" *cue my heart eyes*. I love his personality, the way that he clearly cares about his girlfriend but just doesn't really know how to deal with her fujishi tendencies without truckload of anxiety about things that probably anyone would. Anyone would worry about the fact that their partner is reading something of that nature when they have a partner already. So his freaking out about being used, it just made sense in my brain. Especially when it sounds like his girlfriend gets super into her interests and it can frighten just about anyone especially him being a somewhat "delinquent".
The more I see of Ogasawara the more I fall in love with him. He became one of those husbandos that just broke my brain and I knew that I was enamored with this boi. I have several husbandos that I've come to realize that get me just screaming to the highest heavens about how much I love them and Ogasawara is one of them. Sunday's have become one of my favorite days for anime. It's the day where I try to watch no One Piece and that I catch up on two seasonal shows, My Dress Up Darling, and Sasaki To Miyano. This series is everything to me. I just love this series so much, I love talking about it with my friends, and even got my friend into Hanzawa because of it. But I always will love my bestest boi Oga more than anything in the world. I just-you see my problem I ramble so much about him. But sometimes that's what happens with me and my men.
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HI! Quick note: write this whenever you want and be sure to take care of your health first! Your works are amazing and masterpieces take time, I can be patient <3 Hope you have a lovely day! (also, 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: trigger themes like attempts of suicide, probable hints to dissociative amnesia? I was inspired by it at least and some... Limb being bitten off as well as latest archon quest spoilers so readers be cautious!)
Anyway, I'd like to request for Xiao, Albedo, Zhongli, Kaeya and Diluc (if the number is too much you can cut off whoever from the list) with Traveller! s/o that like has no memory of their past but have clues through these... "Visions/Dreams".
It started out a little simple; every once in a while, Y/N would see these little figures floating around their environment. Shadowy wisps, sometimes ghosts talking to them. But in real life, people can't see them and only sees them talking by themselves (and some are a little weirded out). But then one day, while they were out adventuring in the ruins slimes or seelies... Whatever small cute creatures can exist in Teyvat suddenly gathered in Stormterror's lair and they grew curious cuz they heard... Music? Playing? It was echo-y and creepy but then they heard a very familiar tune that they KNOW is linked to their past so they followed and went into the vicinity
(As reference, or for some idea: https://youtu.be/JZ6buLNIgs8)
The moment they stepped inside and pinpointed where the music is coming from they bolted up the stairs (if there are any, which probs not but in reader's case there is) and suddenly the stairs lead them to a hallway from a tower/palace, and walking further, there were two huge doors that lead to a ballroom with more than dozens of ghosts waltzing and singing with the music
(No they did not question why would stormterror's lair have a hallway or how it even has a ballroom inside, nor why creatures would gather in said lair. Questions that break away from dreams are nonexistent)
So obviously they were happy at the wondrous sight and began waltzing along with everyone from strangers to... Unrecognizable but familiar faces? Until They danced with this boy their age. The more they looked the more they were enamored and the world around them was but a hazy dream (as vague and hazy the environment in their head can get) but the boy became more and more vivid and so did the music until they practically sang together. But then as the music stopped and s/o turned their back for a second; the boy sang: "And a song someone sings..." And wisps suddenly flew out of him and towards Reader, making them fall unconscious into their arms as the Prince of the Abyss sang in their ear. "Once upon a december..." Before Aether disappeared and he was but a dream.
And then all of a sudden Reader was yanked away from their dream; almost literally. They turned to see their lover holding onto their arm with concern all over their face and explained to them they were so close to the edge dancing away they could've fallen off of the third floor (which was already high!).
And that's when things get a turn to the worse.
Every dream gets worse than the last; anything that involved the abyss, or seeing these star pendants like what Paimon has on her hair or Kaeya's little decor on his clothes or involving Khaenriah or whatever Albedo's research is rn lure them into a dream vivid than the last and it gets even harder and harder to break them off their dreams. One night of going to bed they suddenly had a dream of their old family/friends swimming in the ocean and telling them to join them, and they wouldve if their lover didnt sweep them off their feet and broke away from another dream they didnt realize was 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 a dream. And the realization that if they jumped off, their bones wouldve broken cuz a bunch of boulders and rocks on a steep cliff would make a nice floor for landing right?
But still, Aether and the abyss (which in their dreams were ghosts and just... this blond guy you knew but never realized it was your brother and the abyss) are recurring themes. Coming across any of the factors instantly puts them in a dream and reader cant tell whats reality and what isnt. Everything is too vivid they didnt see a bubble coming their way or an attack coming towards them and they were about to be thrown off. It got to the point Reader was getting claustrophic from the rooms suddenly shrinking as they were cornered by these ghosts that turned frightening and whenever they fight back they end up nearly murdering someone of mindlessly attempting to destroy one of The Seven statues.
It lead Reader to be.. Kinda suicidal. Not just because they hate themselves and their situation its cuz its the 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑦 they knew how to escape the dream and wake up in a bed in their lovers arms. And because reader cant distinguish reality from dreams sometimes even if their lover is present they see these ghosts and think 'this must be a dream I have to wake up from!' cuz in the long run theyve learned fighting back meant hurting someone so they.. Redirected the pain to themselves so theyre very confused to see their lover throw their dagger across the room and they end up breaking down no matter where they are (or in worse cases in the middle of battle). Reader grew dependant on them and panic attacks after these dreams became more frequent until they cant even trust their surroundings whether its a dream or not.
(I'm very sorry with how long this is and I rambled in grotesque detail you may polish it however you want :"DD)
This can be in any format you'd like! But I mostly prefer headcanons + scenarios? like the bullets then comes scenario etc. But ye write however you want sorry for rambling hope you have a nice day thank you
As a Romanov history enthusiast this request was both very interesting and very difficult. Mostly because I found myself veering off into “lore dumping” for lack of a better term. Still I hope the general feeling of your request was captured well.
I spread various aspects of your request around as best I could, depending on character, outline, fic structure, etc. The only thing I didn’t keep in was the suicidal ideation. This is for various reasons, some personal, but in a more general term I think that it can be very difficult to portray something like that in a way that isn’t excessively triggering and is worthwhile to read for a variety of people. The way one person would process through such emotions and put them to paper could be harmful to another. Overall I thought it best to steer clear from such a topic, with the knowledge that I didn’t find it necessary to the story and thought it would be an imperfect addition on my part. Not that I find never addressing such topics necessarily the right path either, only I think that in this case better not to. I hope I explained why adequately.
I know that wanting to read and write about such topics does not directly correlate to being in such a mental state but I do hope you also take care of your own mental health. Though getting out of such crises can be difficult I want to tell you this at least. You aren’t alone in feeling this way, even if others in your direct vicinity cannot understand. And also sometimes finding a direct reason for continuing on comes later. Sometimes surviving is enough. And even if you cannot see the light at the end of the tunnel, that doesn’t mean you should take a step which you will never be able to reverse, the only step you will never be able to reverse in your existence.
I also leaned into the Romanov family dynamic, rather into that of the traveler siblings. Whether the reader is the traveler is kept vague on purpose, as I generally as a rule don’t write the siblings. I also found that in keeping them specifically canon compliant to the traveler siblings I’d have to cut back on the more historical illusions. Being a total history nerd I chose the latter option.
Otherwise my fics varied in complete accuracy to the prompt, though I hope you find it enjoyable to read nonetheless.
Here they are in order of Albedo, Diluc, Kaeya, Xiao, and Zhongli. I hope you find them a worthwhile read and thank you for your request. I hope you have a lovely week.
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Vera x Badeea, because I'm curious, Pre-relationship (1), General (3), Love (1) and Domestic Life (2), please? - that-scouse-wizard
of course?
Pre Relationship:
1. Vera and Badeea met in their fourth year by chance, when Vera stumbled upon Badeea painting in the courtyard. Instantly taken by the beautiful painting, Vera would sit and watch Badeea paint, and even stood in as a model for the Ravenclaw whenever she wanted.
General:
3. Their first kiss happened shortly after they began dating, in October of their sixth year. Vera was talking about her latest quidditch practice and how down she felt, and Badeea posed that if Vera’s team won their upcoming match, she’d give her a kiss. Vera of course immediately began working hard, and when the Gryffindor team beat Hufflepuff two weeks later, Badeea visited Vera outside of the changing tent and kissed her.
Love:
1. Probably Vera, likely off guard and without intending to. Likely Badeea was painting or talking about art, and completely enamored, Vera suddenly said “God, I love you.”
Domestic Life:
2. Their wedding took place on June 11th, 1993, on Brighton Beach in Brighton, England. Both women wore long sleeved wedding dresses, and all of their friends and family were invited.
#hogwarts mystery#hphm#harry potter hogwarts mystery#hogwarts mystery mc#hp hogwarts mystery#badeea ali#vera lyall#vera x badeea
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I'm just imagining in the trapped in the elevator story after SO has the baby and V's just like 'it's so small....... a tiny human...' just completely enamored w/ this lil squishy bean. Just. Noodle Dad and smol babby is Good Shit.
Had a bunch of Prompts like this one:
Hey there! Just wanted to say that I absolutely fell in love with your Expecting Venom x Reader story!! 🖤❤️ Do you think there will be a sequel/follow up where Eddie and the reader have a cute discussion about names or Eddie/Venom freaking out over a Braxton Hicks contraction? (And maybe the reader goes, “OMG, it’s fine! I’m fine! Plz calm down!” after Venom fully transforms, scoops her up, and is about to web-swing her to the hospital, or something! XD )
OMG, I just LOVED your Pregnant Reader x Eddie Brock/Venom story!!!! Do you think you could do another one where the Reader suddenly goes into labor?
Can we get more pregnant reader with Eddie and the symbiot? Maybe she goes into labor and they are freaking out and after 5 hrs twins are born, one completely human and the other a symboit that already bonded with the human baby and they are a perfect match since they basically grown together.
Hi don’t know if I’m asking at the right site sorry if I’m not. I was wondering if you could do a venom promt, like a sequel to the Elevator one where the pregnant reader finally gives birth and Venom is immediately mesmerized by the baby after the delivery, maybe have him freak out like a lot of dads do during the labour since he is still learning things about humans? If you already have a sequel to it then just ignore me. Gamer-Kat.
WOW! So much interest for this one! Alright, here we go. I hope this doesn’t disappoint. (I tried to work in the symbiote/baby idea. It’s not quite what was requested, but I hope it’s good enough)
Sequel to ‘Elevator Troubles while Expecting’
EDIT - I have edited the prompt ‘Daddy’s Girl’ to fit in with this. Think of it as a future part of this ‘series’ of prompts.
“Eddie?”
“Yeah, babe?”
You grimaced a little as you braced a hand against the living room wall, your other hand clutching at your belly. Pain radiated from your stomach, to your lower back and down your legs, turning standing into an exertion that you really didn’t need. You breathed through it, when spoke once the wave had passed. “I think you should get me to the hospital now.”
His head jerked up and spun towards you so fast you thought he’d broken his neck. “W-What?”
“I’ve been having contractions… for the past hour.”
“The past— Babe! You said you were sleeping!”
“Yes, well, after the Braxton-Hicks incident I wanted to be sure this time.” Said incident had involved a panicking Venom, who had scooped you up and bashed his way out the living-room window - and part of the wall - in the rush to get you to the nearest hospital before you’d been able to explain to him what was going on.
Luckily the Building Manager was a good one. Most of the brickwork had been replaced, and while the ‘window’ part was still boarded up, the Manager had assured you that the order had been put in and it was just a matter of waiting for the custom window to be delivered.
Currently, however, you had bigger problems.
Like Eddie running around the apartment trying to find the bag you’d prepared for your trip to the hospital. “Eddie.”
His voice wavered. You saw little symbiote tendrils start to weave in the air around him, a sure sign that Venom was getting just as flustered. “Yeah?”
Jesus. Did all men get this freaked out? “Hallway closet, top shelf, green duffel bag.”
“Right!”
Shaking your head, you slowly waddled towards the apartment door, thankful for the slip-on sneakers you’d bought two months ago. Bending over just wasn’t possible anymore.
Eddie returned to your side with the needed bag, eyes comically wide. “Cab or web-slinging?”
You opened your mouth, then shut it with a grimace as another wave hit you. You’d had bad menstrual cramps before - had been warned by your OBG/YN that the contractions might feel that way - but this was ridiculous.
“Web-slinging. Definitely web-slinging. Off the rooftop!” you added quickly as Eddie vanished under the darkness of the symbiote, Venom reaching for you once the transformation was complete. “We managed to bullshit our way through one excuse for the wall. I don’t think we can do it again.”
“WE PANICKED A LITTLE,” Venom rumbled to you, voice low with embarrassment, as he gently scooped you into his arms, cuddling you close. He lashed out some tendrils from his back to pick up the duffel bag, anchoring it to him as he used another bit to open the front door.
It wasn’t often that you saw Venom employ stealth. Usually he just went where he wanted to go, and damn anything in his way. Now, he was silent, footfalls making no sound as he darted across the hallway and into the stairwell, bounding up them one flight at a time.
“TALK TO US MORSEL. WE CAN SENSE YOUR PAIN. WHAT DO WE DO?”
That had been the symbiote’s largest issue with your pregnancy. Not the physical changes, or the oddity of a live birth, but the fact that you’d end up in pain. Both Eddie and Venom had zero tolerance for seeing you in pain. They both fretted and hovered, and one of them had a horrible habit of just wanting to kill the source of your torment.
You worried about having them in the room during the actual childbirth.
For now though. “My lower back, can you put pressure on it a little?” Felt a tendril slip under your shirt, spreading across your back and kneading into your flesh, and instantly the seizing sensation eased. “Mm. Thanks. That helps a lot.”
“WE’LL BE AT THE HOSPITAL SOON.” He wasn’t as stealthy as he bashed the rooftop access door open with his shoulder, but you were in the middle of another contraction and couldn’t care. “OH! WE CAN SENSE THAT! HOW FAR APART ARE THEY?”
You glanced at your watch. “T-They’re speeding up. This one is only three minutes after the last one.” The symbiote had read every bit of literature that you and Eddie had brought home, twice, even pestering Eddie into going online so it could learn more. It probably knew more about childbirth than you did at this point.
Venom growled, shifting you in his grip, a thick tendril lashing around your legs, to support you as he freed his right arm and sent a webline out to another building. “HOLD TIGHT. WE CAN GET TO THE HOSPITAL BEFORE YOUR NEXT CONTRACTION.”
Blinking, you obediently curled your arms around his neck, clinging to him as he leapt off the roof. The pull of gravity felt worse than ever before, tugging at something inside you, but you didn’t comment, not when everything blurred past you at a speed you’d never experienced before.
Venom swung around a corner and rebounded off a building before sending out another line, the hand curled around your shoulders tightening a little when you hid your face against his shoulder. It was a rapid paced roller-coaster of ups and downs, pulls and pushes, the wind ruffling your hair as he crossed a quarter of the City in record time.
It was Eddie that landed in a quiet part of the Hospital’s parking lot, his left arm returning to properly cradle you. “Jesus, I didn’t know he could move that fast.”
“Neither did I,” you admitted, feeling the bit of symbiote applying pressure against your back ripple a little.
No one gave you any weird looks as Eddie carried you into the ER, though the triage Nurse was a little slow on the uptake, at least until Venom took over Eddie’s voice and snarled out that you were in labor and to call the doctor now. Then she moved.
Half an hour later - after your water broke and an ER doctor had confirmed that you were ‘officially’ in active labor (no shit Sherlock) - you were in the maternity ward, lying in an uncomfortable bed, in an itchy gown, hooked up to a fetal heart rate monitor. Your legs were in stirrups while a Nurse checked to see how dilated you were. You had a grip on Eddie’s hand, mostly because there was a sheen of white over his blue eyes, a sign that Venom was close to the surface, and you couldn’t tell if the symbiote was just curious or protective.
The next four hours went by normally, so your Nurses told you. You turned down an epidural, but accepted some painkillers. Eddie stayed by your side the entire time, helping you walk when the Nurses suggested that you walk, rubbing your back, fetching you water and ice chips when needed and talking you through the contractions. The symbiote was always just under the surface, evident by the slightly cloudy sheen that turned his eyes grey - something that only you noticed, thank God.
It wasn’t until you were almost fully dilated that the real pain started. Intense cramping, pulling, tightening, waves that left you shaking with every ebb and crest. Eddie became glued to your side, literally, as the symbiote sent out half-camouflaged tendrils, massaging your back and hips, giving you little nudges when you forgot to breathe. At the same time, Eddie encouraged you through each wave, gently using a cold cloth to wipe the sweat from your face, holding you hand when you needed and not complaining when you tried to crush his fingers.
Honestly, there were moments where you wanted to kill him for getting you pregnant.
To say you were relieved when the overwhelming urge to push finally came and a Nurse announced that you were fully dilated and ready to go. You had no idea of how long you’d been at the hospital at that point, everything had just blurred together in the rising and falling of contractions.
Nurses, a doctor for you and a pediatrician for the baby filled the room, the sudden hustle and bustle making your nerves spike a little. But by then the urge to push was massive, and you just wanted the baby out.
They allowed - funny ‘allowed’. Obviously had no clue - Eddie to get behind you on the bed so you were between his legs, back to his chest, helping you to settle into a more comfortable position. It gave the symbiote the opportunity to cover your back and sides, massaging, kneading, where ever it could touch, safely hidden from view by your gown.
You gripped Eddie’s hands and bore down during contractions, gritting your teeth at the stinging, burning, sensation. Jesus Christ, how was the world overpopulated if this is what women had to go though?
Went limp when the doctor told you to stop pushing, leaning your head back against Eddie’s right shoulder, so tired and drained. He nuzzled at you, scratchy stubble itching your cheek, the symbiote kneading your back, pressing against you.
“You’re almost there,” Eddie murmured, kissing your cheek, hands gripping yours tight.
The doctor told you to push when you could, and you shook your head a little. “I-I can’t–”
“Yeah, you can. C’mon. One more.” There was some of Venom’s voice melded with Eddie’s and you shivered as the symbiote rippled against your spine.
With a last herculean effort, your baby daughter was born. Once the doctors cleared her airway, clamped the cord, and deposited her on your chest, she started to fuss and cry. Felt the symbiote go very, very, still against you as you pulled her into a gentle hug, nestling her close to you, hearing Eddie’s breathing hitch a little as he rose a hand to rest it over her back.
“Told you you could do it,” he sniffled, pressing a kiss to your cheek again, though you knew his gaze was locked on his daughter.
Your little Jamie.
The pediatrician took her from you, briefly, cleaned her up a little and checked her over before happily announcing that you had a perfectly healthy, seven-point-two pound little girl.
It wasn’t until you were in your own room, cleaned up, with your daughter in your arms, that Venom felt safe enough to make an appearance. You kept an eye on the door as he slowly approached you, leaning down to peer at the little life in your arms.
“IS… IS IT SAFE TO TOUCH HER?” You’d never heard Venom actually sound nervous before.
“Just watch the talons,” you murmured, smiling when the blackness on his hands rippled, those wicked claws retracting.
Slowly, as if he was almost afraid of her, Venom lifted his little girl into the crook of his right arm, carefully supporting her head the way he’d obviously seen in all the books you’d brought home. Jamie was minuscule in his arms, her little face scrunched up as she slept, one hand nestled to her mouth.
You watched as he ducked his head, gently nuzzling at her, drinking in her scent, just like he did to you. “SHE SMELLS LIKE US MIXED WITH YOU. LIKE…” His voice trailed off, and you saw his pale eyes widen a little.
New motherly instincts went off. “Venom? What is it?”
He licked at her face with the tip of his tongue, blinking when she fussed a little in her sleep. “SHE SMELLS LIKE… LIKE A SYMBIOTE.”
Okay. That wasn’t as bad as your mind was thinking. “You and Eddie are her father. Of course she’d smell like you.”
“NO, MORSEL. SHE HAS YOUR SCENT, YES. BUT SHE DOESN’T SMELL LIKE A HUMAN.”
Okay. That was a little worse. “Which means what?”
One massive shoulder rose and fell in a shrug. “NOT SURE. THIS HAS NEVER HAPPENED BEFORE. NEVER KNEW WE COULD HAVE AN OFFSPRING THIS WAY.” He turned his attention back down to the baby in his arms, rumbling softly, purring to her in his own way. She fussed a little more, then opened her eyes - the same steel blue as Eddie’s eyes - and though you knew that she probably couldn’t focus her vision yet, you could swear she was looking back at him.
Venom stared back at her for a moment before his head jerked up, eyes narrowing at the doorway. Moments later, it was Eddie standing in his place, the man looking a little frazzled to suddenly be holding his daughter, though that awkwardness quickly turned into a sort of protective-Dad vibe when a Nurse walked in.
Thank God for keen symbiote senses.
After the Nurse had checked up on you and the baby, you were left alone again, Jamie back in your arms, Eddie perched on the side of the bed so he could look down at her.
“Venom thinks she might genetically, be part symbiote,” Eddie murmured to you softly, relaying the symbiote’s thoughts, since the alien had decided that staying hidden while in the hospital was safest. “That might be why she smells different to him. Which makes sense, I guess. I’m not fully human anymore.”
“I don’t care,” you frowned, keeping Jamie settled close while she nursed at your breast. Deciding that Eddie looked too bummed for such an amazing day, you rose your free hand to Eddie’s face, pulling him down for a kiss. “She’s ours and she’s perfect. So, long she doesn’t go biting the heads off of people before she’s eighteen, I can pretty much adapt to anything.”
Eddie paled a little. “Jesus, I didn’t think of that.”
You grinned as you pecked Eddie on the lips again. “And,if she ends up climbing walls and gets stuck up there, I expect one or both of you to get her down. And when the time comes I’ll even let you handle any potential boyfriends.”
“Boyfriends?!” Venom’s voice growled out of Eddie’s throat before the man whacked himself in the chest, coughing when the symbiote relinquished control.
“Calm down dude,” Eddie muttered. “That won’t be for, like, thirteen years.”
“If you’re lucky.”
“Please don’t rile him up,” he pouted, smirking when you giggled. Smiling, Eddie leaned in to kiss you again, then dropped a softer peck onto Jamie’s head. “Love you.”
“I love you, too. Both of you.”
#snarky is writing#filled prompt#venom x reader#reader x venom#venom#eddie brock x reader#reader x eddie brock#eddie brock
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wearing their clothes
feat. lisa, ei, itto
Warnings/Notes: spoilers for inazuma//refs to raiden and itto's backstory//reader has never worn a kimono before(and scribs has never written abt one so please correct me if i got smth wrong!!)
i think that's it but please let me know if i missed something!
itto:
☆itto barely has clothes ×_× it's why his tits are out 24/7
☆he does however have that collared coat he always wears! and oh would you look at that...it needed to be washed
☆out of the goodness of your heart, you decide to clean it and then leave it out to dry
☆when you're done though, the oni is no where to be found
☆it...sure would be a shame to leave it out on the clothing rack all on its own...right?
☆you decide to put it on for funsies -w-
"hey babe! have you seen my-" for the first time since he woke up this morning, itto is silent. his mouth hangs open, pupils shrunk in shock as he stares at you.
you're wearing his clothing...and it looks like you're drowning in it.
it's no surprise that itto is big. he practically towers over everyone. of course, his clothing has to match, so he never really considered someone so much smaller than him wearing his stuff.
he's red. very red. a true crimson oni. he doesn't know what to say, broken syllables creaking out of his lips.
"you- ah- i- th-"
"itto...are you okay?"
"i can't believe you're wearing my stuff..." he says, breathlessly.
your heart sinks at that, and an apology is on the tip of your tongue as you move to take the garment off.
"i'm sor-"
"no!" he says, almost panicked, "what're you doing?!"
he runs to you quickly, adjusting the jacket properly and grinning now that he's had a good look at you.
"jeez, sorry. you just- you look so tiny! you look cute. you always look cute, obviously, but in my stuff you- it's like everyone can see you're mine y'know? and i got so exicted i just kept-"
you pull him down into a kiss, effectively shutting him up. you feel him stiffen against you, clearly shocked. but soon, his big, strong arms are caging you in, and he's kissing back with vigor.
☆lisa has a TON of clothes, particularly loungewear!
lisa:
☆most of them are purple, and all of them are incredibly comfortable
☆you're feeling particularly lonely today, so you decide to go through some of the clothes you've never seen on her
☆a lavender turtleneck catches your attention
☆the fabric is smooth and so soft it feels like it's made of clouds. it's just like lisa to choose such soothing clothing
☆you turn around, examining yourself in just about every angle in the mirror
☆imagine your surprise when you see lisa herself in the reflection
"oh, darling!" she coos at you, in that sweet, sweet tone that makes you feel weak in the knees.
"li-lisa!" you squeal, eyes wide and mouth hanging open. excuses tumble out of your throat before you can stop them. they surge out with such force you practically choke on them as they mix and overlap.
"this is- it was cold and- well, i just missed you- it just-"
she giggles at you, making you all the more embarrassed.
"shhh, no need to be so nervous," her silk covered finger is placed over your mouth, instantly quieting you down. "you look adorable, my love."
you squirm in place, head down, not daring to look at her eyes. they're a beautiful green, but oh so hypnotizing- just like the rest of her. direct eye-contact will have you under her spell for certain. unfortunately for you, her hand grips your chin and suddenly- you're staring directly at her, meeting her unwavering gaze.
"there's so many other clothes i never seem to wear now..." she starts, warm smile morphing into something more taunting,
"most of which would look even more precious on you. let's have a little fashion show, hm?"
you're enamored with her. of course you don't say no.
ei:
☆completely unfamiliar with the concept </3
☆at least i think she'd be...she's unfamiliar with most fiction and her life was mostly fighting wars and shutting herself in her own realm
☆but i don't think she'd be mad about you stealing her clothes!
☆i think she'd like it a lot actually...just wouldn't know what to do
☆maybe she'd help you with wearing the clothes properly if you aren't familiar with inazuma attire!
she made it look so easy.
the fabric of the shogun's kimono is stunning, but so alarmingly complex. it slides down or even off of your body in places, and the obi- the sort of sash that's supposed to be fitted around the fabric, is so hard to tie on your own. perhaps messing with ei's clothes was a bad idea, you think, gazing worryingly at the spiderweb of wrinkles you've caused.
you're about to move, about to hide the evidence when-
"what is it you're doing?"
you jolt at the sound of ei's voice. you dare to turn and peek at her. she isn't mad- in fact she looks more concerned about...whatever it is you are doing.
"oh. uhm..." your eyes scan the room, as if the words you need will display themselves on the walls or on the floor. you decide to just be honest, if only to spare ei more confusion. "...trying on your clothes?"
your answer sounds like more of a question.
her brows furrow. "is there something wrong with yours?" she asks. her head is tilted to the side. immediately, you shake your head no. she'd probably order dozens of outfits for you if you said otherwise, and you still haven't even tried on all of the last batch of clothing she gifted you.
she circles you, taking in your form covered in her shambles of fabric.
"were you...attacked?"
you can help the laugh that spills out of your mouth.
"pfft- no i just...sometimes couples wear each other's clothes when they miss each other," you gesture to yourself, just in case she hadn't seen your failed attempt closely enough, "yours are just...a bit difficult for me."
ei's change of expression is instant. her brows raise, and eyes that were clouded are now shining with clarity, "i see...well then,"
her hands are on you- her touch electrifying. you shudder.
"let me show you how to wear them properly, angel."
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hello again!! welcome to my second ever post 'w' i hope you enjoyed reading! i'm planning on making a second part with different characters cus this was fun to write!
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