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Cat and mouse

synopsis: Your ex boyfriend has some nerve texting you at three in the morning — an entire week after the disaster breakup you had. You should really go over there and give him a piece of your mind. Well, you know what they say about famous last words. wc: 6.1k | crossposted to ao3 content: tomura shigaraki x female reader, no quirks au, toxic tomura, reader is kinda toxic too tbh, unhealthy relationships, breaking up and making up, vaginal fingering, overstim, breeding kink, piv, dubcon creampie, degredation, threats of baby trapping, hurt/comfort, sweet at the end idc

You’ve told your friends time and time again to stay out of your business. They never listen.

“Oh my god, Kirishima? Is he even twenty yet?” You drag as you watch your friend flip through several pictures of the redheaded boy like he was a member of the bachelor.

She smiles, scrolling her phone for more options, “no, but he will be in a couple of months!”

“No!” Your words are sharp. You love Mina but god, you don’t want her to play matchmaker with you. It’s not like you’re a charity case or something.

She gasps and you swear you could see the lightbulb go off above her head. “What about Denki? He’s fun!”

You groan, falling back onto the bed and covering your eyes with your arm. “Mina.”

“Hey, just give her a break okay? It’s only been about a week.” Your saving grace Yaoyorozu speaks up and it’s nice to finally have someone on your side.

“Thank you.”

“Seriously? So we’re just going to sit around and watch you mope about all day?” Mina questions, irritation clear in her voice and it grates your ears.

“Preferably, yes! Just let me be.” You roll over, face officially shoved into your pillow. It’s been a rough couple of days and you haven’t gotten a single call or text from Tomura. Not that you should be expecting one. You broke up with him after all.

It’s just.. this time feels different. Usually there’s more arguing and he’s fighting for you to stay around, but this time there was nothing. No quips, no insults, just “fine, get out then.”

That hurt the most.

You had no idea what he was up to.

Maybe he was as depressed as you were.

Maybe he’s found someone else.

The thought makes you stop in your tracks. The idea of Tomura, your tomura with someone else is enough to make you nauseous.

You jump to your feet and rush to the bathroom, locking yourself in and falling to your knees.

God, what if that was why it was so easy?

You pull out your phone, the device lighting up and unlocking with your facial id.

Tomura doesn’t use social media much but you could still check to see if he’d blocked you.

To your surprise, he hadn’t.

He hasn't posted anything either and there’s no new person in his followers.

You feel yourself exhale a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding. No change is a good thing.

There’s knocking on the door and you thank the stars you locked it. Your friends would judge you so hard if they saw you lurking through your ex’s social media.

“Hey, are you okay in there?” It’s your saving grace Yaoyorozu again and you almost feel bad for shutting her out.

“Yeah, I’m sorry if it feels like I pressured you! I’ll give you some space.” Mina's regretful voice calls and it makes your heart clench. You know she means well but she just doesn’t understand. None of them do.

Whether you want to admit it or not, you love Tomura.

Yes, you argue and yes, you fight, but he just gets you. He’s so cynical, but so caring — in his own special way. Too bad he was such an asshole. The argument wasn’t even supposed to go that far.

There are tears beginning to blur your vision and you wipe them away, willing the feelings down and standing to your feet.

If he wanted you to stay away, then fine. You could do that.

You splash cool water onto your face and take a breath, steeling yourself and getting ready to face your friend once more. It was Saturday and they were convinced you needed a fun girl’s night.

It takes a lot to refrain from cringing at the phrase, but you believe they held some truth with the idea. You definitely didn’t want to be alone right now.

You unlock the bathroom door, meeting Mina and Yaoyorozu’s worried expressions with a smile.

“We should probably get ready now, huh?”

Mina’s eyes light up, smile blinding and excitement contagious.

“Yes! Jirou and the others are here now.” She starts to clap, excitement buzzing around her, “Girl’s night is going to be amazing!”

—-

Girl’s night was a bust.

The moment everyone arrived the apartment quickly filled with chaos. Noisy and busy, it was all giving you a headache. Until someone decided it would be a good idea to pregame before going out.

In preparation for the night your friend’s insisted that you get dolled up, hair makeup and skimpy clothes you wouldn’t look twice at on any normal day.

You had to admit it made you a little more excited to get out and at least feel like your world isn't crashing around you. It was supposed to be a fun little night out. Somehow one drink turned into two, which turned into three which turned into Mina swearing she could beat everyone in a dance battle.

The group only got more riled up as everyone indulged in this silly challenge.

One challenge leads to another, which leads to more drinking, which then ends in everyone being too drunk to function and knocking out — all laid out in odd places around your living room floor and couch.

The groggy feeling came first, your arms radiating in dull pain as you vaguely recalled trying to beat Mina in a contest of who could do the most push ups. It sure as hell wasn't you, but the drunk version of you thought it was possible to move mountains.

You blink a few times, trying to will your eyes to rapidly adjust to the darkness of the room and find out what this odd buzzing noise beside you had been. Turning over, you find your phone, squinting as the too bright screen lights up your face and you see that it is three a.m.

You had fallen asleep with everyone else.

The phone buzzes again, lighting up and you have to squint further to read the contact name.

Tomura.

Your eyes widen as you scan over the three texts he’s sent you.

Wasting no time, you rush to your feet and into the bathroom so you can look at your phone without the chance of prying eyes overlooking your shoulder. Even though they were probably going to be out until late morning.

Tomura’s messages were short, no paragraphs, no essays but three different messages sent in succession.

When are you coming to get your shit?

I’m tired of waiting.

And I’m deleting our farm btw.

The first two messages don’t get much of a reaction from you, especially since it’s three a.m and he knows you’re usually asleep around this time.

But the third message…

Your Stardew Valley farm that you’ve had and worked on together for almost two years being put on the line and threatened? What the fuck was his problem?

This farm was a constant in your relationship. Throughout the ups and downs and back and forths. You were sure that hell would freeze over before you both would give up that progress. But here he is, threatening you while you would have been asleep. What an asshole.

Your feet are moving before your brain can stop them and you make your way to the front door. Since your friends were all passed out it would be easy to sneak over to Shigaraki’s place, give him a piece of your mind and then sneak back. In and out, quick and easy.

Your decision is made and you grab your coat, deciding to just go over there as you are. You hadn’t changed out of your outfit that was supposed to be for the night out, but it didn’t matter. You only needed to get over there and get there fast.

Once you arrive at Tomura’s doorstep you waste no time knocking. It’s around three in the morning so he should still very much be awake.

There's a chill in the air as you wait for his answer and you wrap your jacket closer to your body. A rumble of thunder caught your attention and it's then you notice the rain clouds rolling in. You knew it would only be a matter of time before the bottom of the sky falls out and rain drenches everything. You were on borrowed time if you wanted to make it back before then.

After what feels like forever the door finally opens, revealing a very cozy pajama-clad Tomura, who seemed a little too pleased for his own good — if that sly smile he was doing a bad job at hiding was anything to go by.

You don't give him a chance to greet you or say anything for that matter, stopping his words in their tracks as you cut him off. “What do you want?”

He doesn’t bother hiding his smirk now, the expression making your fists clench and your anger boil. “What do I want? You’re at my door, in front of my apartment.” He scoffs, clearly getting the exact reaction he had wanted from you, “I should be asking what do you want?”

Caught like a deer in headlights. Whatever, you don't let that stop you as you pull out your phone to show him his text. “You sent this, I know you’re bluffing. What do you want?”

Tomura shrugs, leaning against his door frame and giving you a pleased look. Expression relaxed and content. Not a care in the world. “To talk.”

“Well, I'm here now, so let’s talk.” You spit, crossing your arms and waiting for whatever else he would throw at you.

“Sure, but you should come in first.” He starts, looking up towards the darkened sky, confirming his assessment. “It’s gonna rain soon, you know.”

Of course you knew that.

You just didn’t want to give him more time than you had. But you agree and go in, ignoring the fighting feeling in the back of your mind screaming at you to turn away and hightail it out of there.

Tomura’s home is the exact way it was the day you left, give or take a few more containers of takeout littered around the place. You have half a mind to scold him about it, but quickly remember that it isn’t your place to do that anymore.

So instead you stay quiet, following him into the apartment and into the living room. Opting to stand as he sat, and resisted the urge to get comfortable.

“So, what do you want to talk about?” You try, done watching him pick up a controller and boot up a video game. Seriously?

Your patience was wearing thin now as you watched him ignore you to play some stupid game. You try calling to him again, knowing this was probably a waste of your time and groans.

“I was in the middle of something before you got here. Let me finish and we’ll talk.” It's flippant the way he waves you off and continues the game. The lack of care only hurting your feelings further and making you realize this may have all been a big mistake on your part.

You shouldn’t be at your ex boyfriend’s house being ignored. You should be at your house getting drunk and hanging out with your best friends. There was no reason to stay somewhere you’re obviously not valued.

It’s a simple choice when you put it into perspective.

But things are always easier said than done.

You sigh, the air puffing out your cheeks, a bad habit you had when angry, and walk right in front of Tomura’s TV. There was more satisfaction in making him lose the game and then announcing your departure than just leaving quietly.

He cranes his neck to see around you, but it doesn’t work, finally giving up as his character inevitably dies. “What!?”

“I’m leaving!” You announced, turning on your heel and heading towards the front door.

“You had to make me lose first? I said I was almost done!” He spat back, rising from the couch to follow you.

You shrug, “I don’t care. Why invite me in if you’re just going to ignore me?”

“Didn’t think you had the patience of a child.'' Tomura stands in front of you, cutting through your path and stopping you in your tracks.

It's almost comical the way he insults you. “Okay pot, meet kettle.” You try to brush past him, but he side steps with you.

“What are you dressed like that for anyway? Did you go out tonight or something?”

“No!” You deny, a little louder than intended and then pause. “But it’s none of your business what I do anyway.”

Tomura hums at this, taking the words in and running them through his mind as he gives you a once over, eyes scanning from the too-tight shirt you wore — showing a generous amount of cleavage, down to your mini skirt that left little to the imagination.

“Could've fooled me.”

“What do you mean by that?” You hate when he gives you cryptic answers, like it’s impossible to pry into his mind to see what he was thinking at the moment.

“You knew you were coming to see me so I dont get why you're wearing that skimpy shit. Unless you wanted me to check you out.”

“Not everything is about you, Tomura. Maybe I just wanted to dress up and look nice.”

“Bullshit—”

“God, Tomura you always fucking do this!” You yell, walking right up into his face. The excitement in his scarlet eyes sends a chill up your spin, but you can’t back down.

He gets closer, matching your tone and you can still see the grin he’s trying to hide. It makes you see red. “Do what? Tell you the truth? You know I’m not wrong.”

“Yeah, you think you know everything, but you don’t. I’m dressed up because I want to be, not because of you.” You’re insisting at this point, frustration threatening to tip over and spill out into the form of another pointless argument. Why did you think you could actually come over and have a decent conversation with him?

Tomura is a master at getting under your skin and hitting where it hurts. In all of your arguments he’s never really pulled out the big shots but you wouldn’t put it past him to do so now.

“Oh, so you come over to my place dressed like a slut and you expect me to believe you don’t have some hidden motive?”

And there it is.

Your last straw. He could be so egotistical and mean — you’ve had it.

You regret it the moment you do it, but your body moves before your brain can process your actions. You push Tomura. Hard.

He doesn’t fall back far but you know it’s enough to piss him off. And he’s never been one to hold anything back, so he shoves you back and your back hits the wall.

Tomura has you pinned before you know it and there’s a thrill that runs through your body in a way you know you shouldn’t be feeling. Your knees feel weak for reasons that are not related to fear and your panties were gradually becoming more wet.

His voice is low and his eyes are narrowed as he pins you against the wall, pressing your cheeks together with his other hand. “You’re really starting to piss me off.”

You have to bite back a smile, knowing this has taken a turn and you aren’t strong enough to stop where it’s going. Not that you would want to.

“Oh yeah? If I piss you off so badly then why are you hard?”

He doesn’t look down. He can feel his own arousal just as well as you can while it’s pressed against your abdomen.

Tomura pushes off of you — maintaining some distance as he turns away.

“You’re fucking annoying.”

“Sure am.” You supply, chipper and certain as you trail behind him.

He’s walking further into the apartment, and you follow. Legs moving on their own accord as you go further into the lion's den, exchanging quips and insults. You jab your finger into his shoulder, bothered by the way he continues to ignore you, it's a pathetic attempt at catching his attention and it works. Kind of.

The only response being him slapping your hand away with a glare and muttering a soft fuck off as he walked on.

You both went back and forth. Like the sun and moon, you just can’t stay away from each other.

It was how these things usually went between you and Tomura. He would start up, make a petty argument and you would never back down. Tomura is someone who was used to getting his way and others simply did what he said with no objections.

But that was not how you were.

And he loved it.

You knew by the way he would get that devious glimmer in his eye when you would challenge a point, starting up a debate. Sometimes they were heated enough to make you both break up. It never lasted more than a few days. A week being the longest.

Push and pull.

Tomura made his way past you again, ignoring your calls about how you hate being ignored. At this point you’re sure he’s doing it on purpose to rile you up more but you can’t help but take the bait. You grab his shoulder, forcing him to turn around and face you as you point a finger in his face.

“Stop walking away from me!”

He grabs your wrist and pulls you closer, making you stumble on your feet and almost lose balance. You were so close you could feel the heat from his body and smell the fresh linen scent of his shirt. “Don’t tell me what to do.”

You snatch your wrist away from him, tension between you two growing hotter by the second as the space between you got thinner.

“What are you going to do about it?”

The narrowing of his eyes only made your grin grow wider as you watched the gears turn in his head as he thought about just how many things he would do about it. All of it enticed you, so you beat him to the punch.

You reach forward again, fully intending to shove his shoulder again for another reaction, another glare, maybe even more words, but he stops you. It was fast, the way you both tumbled through the hallway as Tomura crashed his lips to yours. The relief of finally feeling his lips again meshed with the excitement of how rough he was with you.

You lose yourself in the kiss, welcoming him in with open arms as you vaguely register the dark walls of his room and posters plastered along the walls in your scuffle.

It was exciting, probably the best part of breaking up and making up. At this point you think the whole point of falling apart is coming back together again. An endless cycle where the reward is worth the punishment.

Cat and mouse.

You end up on top of him, straddling his hips while your smug smile beams down at him. Tomura gives you an unamused look in return, yet the way his hands rested on your thighs gave away the ill hidden interest. It was all the encouragement you needed as you leaned down, hovering above him with both hands on his chest.

“Not so tough now, are you?”

It’s bait. You know it’s bait, he knows it’s bait, but he takes it anyway — the way you knew he would.

Tomura wastes no time flipping the both of you over, quickly reversing your positions as he settled himself between your legs. It’s dangerous the way his actions riled you up further, and you have to bite your lip to keep the smile from betraying your false anger. You couldn’t let him know how excited you were to be back in his bed.

He presses your cheeks together and rocks your head left to right, tone mocking and eyes wild with fever, “Oh, look who’s become a firecracker all of the sudden. Where did that flame come from, huh?”

You want to respond, but Tomura beats you to it, releasing your cheeks and pointing a nimble finger against your forehead, “Don’t be dumb.”

His eyes trail from yours and then down to your lips, then finally down to your exposed cleavage. The movement was swift as he cupped one of your breasts in his hand and dipped down, claiming your lips again. It was softer than the first time but not by much, especially not when he matched his pace by grinding his clothed erection into you, making you moan at the contact.

Your skirt was so short and it made you feel even more exposed than you already were. Tomura had easy access to you and the thin fabric of your panties made everything feel so much closer.

You moan at the contact, swiping your tongue against Tomura’s bottom lip and wasting no time deepening the kiss as you pull him closer. You needed more and you needed it as soon as possible.

Tomura pulled the low cut front of your shirt down, easily exposing your breasts from the confines of the shirt and massaged them, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles against your nipples and making you cry out from the sensitivity.

He pulls away from you, eyes gazing into yours and you swore in that moment he put you in a trance. Tomura’s ruby red gaze always left you mesmerized and you can’t help the whimper that leaves your lips, brows furrowed and eyes wanting, “Please.”

“Please what?” And he’s not taunting you, he’s not mocking you. His eyes are soft as he brings a hand to your cheek. “Tell me what you want.”

“You.” Fuck, you’ve missed him. “I just want you.”

There’s a hint of a smile on his face as he strokes your cheek, soft look in his eyes making your heart flutter, and then it’s gone. Replaced by a hardened gaze as he moves to remove your shirt and bra, fully exposing you to his hungry eyes, and then moves to remove your short skirt.

His hands hover there for a moment, debating whether or not he should keep it on and fuck you in it, but then decides against the idea and pulls it off, taking your soaked panties down with it as well.

The air in the room feels cool against your skin as you shiver in anticipation.

“Fuck,” Tomura whispers, now eye level with your cunt. You gasp as he runs two fingers between your wet folds and holds the digits up to show you. Syrupy clear slick clung to them, slowly trailing down as Tomura rose back up, eye level with you once more.

“You’re so wet…” He murmured, bringing the digits to your mouth and you opened, taking them into your mouth and tasting yourself. You kept eye contact as you watched his eyes widen in delight — Tomura loved it when you put on a show for him.

There’s another moment of Tomura pressing against your tongue with his fingers and then he pulls them out, opting for a kiss in exchange, his tongue dipping into your mouth and groaning as he could taste what’s left of your slick on you as well.

The pleasant feeling and linguid action of your movements made your shoulders relax as you practically melted into his soft bed, the feeling of his body above yours bringing you mountains of comfort. It was a distraction, of course.

You felt the same two of Tomura’s fingers prod at your slick entrance before pressing in fully and all the way down to the knuckle. The stretch was intense but the pressure was euphoric, making you squeeze your eyes shut and grip him closer.

He didn’t make you wait long as he pumped his fingers, quickly finding that sensitive spot so deep inside of you that only he could pinpoint and brushing against it over and over.

The feeling was so good it made you pull away from the kiss to breathe, thighs twitching and toes curling in pleasure. You wouldn’t last long like this.

“Tomura, fuck..!” You moaned, drowning in ecstasy as he continued his abuse of your spot, never letting up or slowing down, aiming to make you cum as quickly as he could. It was obvious he wanted you to come undone as soon as possible by the way he watched your every expression.

The way your brows furrowed to the way you bit your lip. Tomura eagerly drank every expression and gave it back to you in the form of pleasure.

“What?” He started, unphased by your dilemma, “Gonna cum?”

It took a lot of focus and effort, but you nod — done with fighting for the night and accepting the fact that you will come apart quickly. So you give in to the pleasure.

Tomura smiles, a devious grin splitting his features as he curls his fingers, hitting the spot one more time for good measure and you lose composure, your climax crashing into you like a tidal wave. There was nothing you could do besides ride the feeling while holding on to Tomura tight — like you would get swept away if you didn’t.

He fucks you through it with his fingers, eyes never leaving your face as you come down from your high.

“Pent up, huh?” He questions, and this time there is that little hint of teasing. It brings you back to reality.

Yes, you have been pent up. You haven’t been able to get off to anything since you’ve broken up and it’s been hell.

You have no time for the games, you just want him and you want him now.

So, you take Tomura’s face in your hands, making him look you in the eyes. The flecks of black in his carmine eyes always makes you remember why you come back. Every single time.

“Fuck me, please, Tomura.” It's soft and filled with desire that you cannot be bothered to hide, and Tomura has never been one to deny you.

He quickly discards his own clothes, making sure to not stay away from you for long. His cock is hard and leaking precum from the head as he strokes it in preparation. You feel giddy at the thought and watch as he slides the head of his cock between your folds, coating it with your slick, and rubbing against your clit. The action makes your hips twitch up towards him.

He loves to tease and make you wait, but today he doesn’t make you wait long. Tomura leans down after lining himself up with your entrance and places his free hand behind your head, right above the nape of your neck. His hands were warm and the feeling of those hands cradling your head felt so comforting in the space of his familiar dark bedroom.

You bring a hand to his hair, tangling your fingers in his ashen locks as he pushes forward. The stretch makes you whimper and Tomura captures your lips in a kiss again, swallowing the noises and releasing a groan of his own as your walls tighten around his cock.

There's something about the way Tomura drags his hips, the way he starts off at a slow pace, winding you up as he steadily increases his speed and force. It happens so gradually that you don't realize you’re screaming his name until he tells you to shut up — threatening to cover your mouth because he didn't want his neighbors to hear how much of a slut you were.

It drove you mad the way he said it all with a smile and fucked you harder. Almost daring you to be louder so he can punish you with a hand over your mouth.

Tomura knew how rough you liked it and he always delivered, giving you back arching pleasure as he pounded into you. It leaves you gasping and struggling to keep your voice down. Your hands find the surface of his back, trying to hold on as much as you could with building pleasure on the horizon.

“Tomu— Tomura..! Please,” you cry and he doesn’t miss a beat, driving his cock so deep against your sweet spot it makes you see stars. “Fuck..!”

“Yeah, that’s it.” Tomura cooed, eyes filled with mischief as he brought you closer to the edge. “Cry for me.”

And you do, your body feeling euphoric as the feeling buzzed up your spine and filled your brain with the fuzz of ecstasy.

“What are you gonna do, huh?” He starts, his hips grinding against you, the closeness of his pelvis rubs against your clit, making you cry out again, “What are you gonna do when I breed this pretty cunt and make sure you’re stuck with me forever?”

He’s bluffing, you know Tomura doesn’t want kids. He’s just trying to gauge your reaction. Your dedication.

“Tomura…” You only moan, breath catching as he hits that spot inside you that he knows so well.

Tomura is smiling, wild and devious, as you look up at him with glossy eyes, so close to crying from the feelings, “I’m gonna do it. I’ll make you mine forever and you can’t do anything about it.”

“Ah!” You should stop him, tell him to calm down but he has your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your back arching off of the bed. Everything is blurring together and you can only slur words as the drool from your earlier kiss trails down your cheek.

You are completely at his mercy like this and you know your friends would be beyond disappointed.

It just feels so good the way his cock drags in and out of your body pulling moans and whines from your throat. He was relentless in the way he pounded into you — beyond the point of being soft and slow because he knows that’s exactly you like it.

“Say you want it.” The command comes with the slowing of his hips and you whine, high and needy as Tomura slows to a near stop.

“Tomura, I—“

“Say you want it or I swear to god I’ll stop right now.” It’s a threat and you don’t want to find out if he’ll go through with it. Tomura never goes back on his word.

“No, please, don’t— I want it!” you pant, frustrated and aching for more movement.

“I want you to,” you stammer, desperate to have your release. “I don’t care if you cum in me. I need you so bad.”

“That’s my girl,” He coos, dipping his head down onto your shoulder, “Fuck.. love you s’much”

You stop — you’ve never heard him say that. Ever. You doubted he would ever say it since it’s been so long.

He doesn’t give you a chance to ruminate on it because he's picking up the pace again and giving you the friction you were so deeply in need of. The feelings are swimming in your head as your cries reach new heights. Tomura is too far gone to stop you or care and you’re thankful. You couldn’t stop yourself if you tried.

The build of your orgasm crashes down and sends you with it, making your thighs quiver in pleasure and your eyes squeeze shut. Tomura’s mouth meets yours before you could cry out, the warmth of his tongue guiding you as he fucked you through it.

He didn’t last long after, the way your walls tightened around him with the force of your orgasm has Tomura’s pace erratic as he chased his own high.

The bed shook as Tomura finally finished, hips stuttered as he released inside of you, hot seed coating your insides and making heat rise to your cheeks. He really did it.

You watch as he slows to a stop above you, his eyes closed as he enjoys the feeling of release. Tomura’s breathing was heavy and you couldn’t stop yourself from bringing him down into another kiss, traveling from his lips to his cheeks and then back again.

It was intimate and you were worried it may have been too much, given the reason you were both in this situation was because of a stupid breakup.

Tomura’s pulls out of you, making you wince and taking the feeling of being so full away from you. He doesn’t go far, opting to stay on top of you and rest his head on your shoulder, wanting to keep you as close as possible.

“You really piss me off.” He mumbles into your shoulder, out of breath and tired. “God, why can’t you just stay with me.”

“Tomura…” Your hands run through his hair, the sweat is making it stick to his forehead as you wait for him to keep talking.

“Stop leaving me.” His voice is firm, unwavering.

“You told me to go.”

“I didn’t think you fucking would. I would never actually want you to.”

“I can’t read between the lines Tomura, I’m not in your head.” You make him look at you this time, pulling his hair a little to get him to raise his head. “Did you mean it?”

“I just said I didn’t—“

“No, the other thing you said.” He gives you a look of pure confusion and you lose a little bit of hope, “when you said you loved me?”

You stare into his carmine eyes, hoping, praying it wasn’t just pillow talk from the heat of the moment.

He looks at you for a long time, frustration still wearing on his features. If you didn’t know any better you would say he was pouting. “Of course I meant it. I’ve always felt like that.”

“But you’ve never said it!”

“I show it!”

“How?” This is getting frustrating and going in circles.

He groans, sitting up and taking his warmth with him. “I’m not going to sit here and list everything I’ve ever done for you. I don’t think it works like that.”

You open your mouth to counter, irritation on your tongue because that’s not what you meant, but Tomura stops you again.

“I don’t know how to explain it, okay?” He shakes his head and sighs, laying next to you on the bed and looking up at his ceiling. “It’s weird. I have these strong feelings, but it’s not hate, it's not anger. It's the opposite of that.”

You stare at him as he focuses ahead, keeping his eyes trained on the uninteresting ceiling above.

“Father said it’s a weakness and I should feel that way but,” There’s a pause as he looks away from the ceiling, meeting your eyes finally, “if it’s so weak of me, then why are the feelings so strong?”

Your heart aches. It's clear that he’s torn, and with the strange way he was raised you know that he can’t help the way he is.

“Tomura…”

“And it won’t go away. I can’t fight them down or push them away like I can with everything else. It eats me up and I… guess I lash out because of it.” He shakes his head and for the first time Tomura looks defeated. You’ve never seen him this way — he’s always been filled with confidence and self assured. “I just don’t know what to do.”

You bring a hand to his cheek as you press your forehead against his. It kills you that this is what’s been on his mind and you aren’t sure what you could do to fix it. Maybe there was nothing you could do, physically, but you would do your best to be there for him emotionally.

“Sometimes,” you try to be careful with your words, knowing how much Tomura looks up to his foster father even though the man has been nothing but strange to him. “People say things that aren’t true because they don’t know how to live with it.”

Tomura’s guardian cannot live with love nor the idea of it.

“That doesn't mean you have to live that way.”

And it’s the truth.

Tomura doesn’t say anything, just watches you with heavy lidded eyes, ruby red nearly glowing in the low light of the room. He was so much more than what people thought they knew of him and you didn’t care if it took time for others to see that.

He leans in, closing his eyes and you meet him halfway into a kiss.

It's warm and it's soft and you know that even when your phone is buzzing from dozens of missed calls and texts from your friends, it will be fine.

You and Tomura would take things one day at a time.

#shigaraki x reader #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki tomura x you #shigaraki tomura x reader #tomura x reader #mha x reader #my works #tomura shigaraki smut #shigaraki smut #shigaraki tomura smut #tomura shigaraki x reader #tomura shigaraki x you

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Nahida currently has (one) secret agent. Wanderer, the unknown entity, who has the insanely cool ability of being able to fly and speed around, making him an intimidating aerial combatant. Apart from his combat capabilities, Wanderer is also a totally unknown entity thanks to his trauma-induced spree into erasing himself from the Irminsul and thus can go anywhere on the pretense of being someone else.

But. There are two types of secret missions Nahida wants done. One is the "please fight the Abyss Order and make their Heralds give up information" type of "die die DIE" mission. These are the type of missions Wanderer excels at.

The other is the "wine-dine-steal-something-of-mine" types. As the Wanderer, he should theoretically be excellent at this, but factoring in temperament, it is nearly impossible to make Wanderer play nice enough to seduce/socialise/steal anything.

So... who else could Nahida hire to cover the diplomatic infiltration missions? Someone who is not actively hostile to humanity (which is a very low bar, admittedly), who can travel freely in their spare time because they don't have anything better to do, who has high enough Clearance™️ to access all the diplomatic and social places Archons would want to know about...

The first answer is the Traveler. The second answer is Alhaitham.

"Ok, look, this is utter insanity," the Wanderer says, pointing at the (no longer?) Acting Grand Sage like he's an attraction at the zoo. "I'm supposed to be sharing a job with this guy?"

"This guy has a name," Lesser Lord Kusanali smiles benevolently. "It's Alhaitham, although call him by his preferred codename on missions."

"Vulture," Alhaitham drawls unenthusiastically. Lesser Lord Kusanali grins; he may sound unenthusiastic, but his Dendro Vision thrums in her presence and aligns with her aspects: knowledge, sagacity, puzzles, analysis, praxis. (Ok, maybe it also has to do with the pay rise she's giving him.) "Who is this...?"

"Just call me the Wanderer," the Wanderer says, the same time the Lesser Lord cheerfully chirps "Hat Guy."

"Wanderer is no good," Alhaitham points out quite reasonably, "it's a job, not a title. Same with Hat Guy. How am I supposed to tell you apart from everyone else who wears hats? Pick something else."

"Justify the existence of the Traveler," the Wanderer sneers.

Lesser Lord Kusanali silently points to a corner of the office with two chairs labelled "time-out corner". Both men fall silent.

"Both of you begin tomorrow," she speaks quickly, confident both can keep up. "I will keep a running list of things I need done, hm... here." She points at the holographic display on the wall, which currently lists "purchase the mythical 'Sea Ganoderma' from Inazuma" and "arrange meetings with other Archons to discuss jurisdictional issues". (Alhaitham thinks she is trying to sound too much like an administrative, executive leader— when she is a god, who has people to do this for her— ah, fuck, this person being him, of course.)

"Hat Guy, all combat missions are yours, and if we need to use... ahem, your special identity, then I will mark it down. Alhaitham, all diplomatic missions are yours, except when marked otherwise." Lesser Lord Kusanali puts her hands to her hips and smiles. "Any questions?"

"Hat Guy..." Alhaitham says, and oh shit, she is the Lord of Wisdom and can Hear His Brain Whirring, "the hat is distinguishable, at least. That's an Inazuma kasa hat worn by vagrants, and you have a strange accent. お前は本当に態度が悪いな, Ублюдок."*

She materialises a bar of soap in Wanderer's mouth before he can respond, but his rage is palpable, and it is clear he understood what Alhaitham said. Frankly, she is too interested to intervene, wanting to see what Alhaitham deduces about Wanderer's identity.

"Likely Inazuman by origin, given his hat and accent inflection, while also understanding Snezhnayan. Very rare combination, isn't it?" Alhaitham doesn't smile, exactly, at the squirming Wanderer, but he is gloating in his own way. "The Fatui Harbingers are missing an Inazuman for their roster, actually, and we know they like recruiting a couple from each region (under his breath, confirmed placements are Fair Lady to Mondstadt, Regrator to Liyue, Doctor to Sumeru, the Marionette to Fontaine, the Captain to Natlan, with the rest unknown or native to Snezhnaya). And it is said that they've been missing a Sixth for a couple centuries, have they not?"

"So, in conclusion, this... Hat Guy is the former Sixth Harbinger that either was fired, escaped, or rebelled. You've defected to the side of the Archons by joining Lesser Lord Kusanali."

It is indeed Haravatat that sniffs him out, Nahida thinks with amazement. She removes the bar of soap from Wanderer's mouth, which causes him to unleash a litany of curses in all four languages he knows (Common, Sumerian, Inazuman, Snezhnayan, with some Seirai Dialect thrown in for fun). Perhaps out of respect for her, though, he does not attempt to immediately throttle Alhaitham. Nahida takes it as a win.

"Well, this has been a productive first meeting for you two! I look forward to working with you guys in the future."

Lesser Lord Kusanali smiles benevolently. And the rest, while not history, will eventually sort itself out.

*Japanese: roughly "You have an attitude problem", and Russian: "you little bitch". I do not speak these languages, so native speakers feel free to interject.

[Fatui Harbinger nation-of-origin ideas are not to be taken as canon]

#genshin impact #nahida #lesser lord kusanali #wanderer #hat guy #shitpost #alhaitham #fic writing

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impulsivefanwriter · 10 months

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Other Emperors AU — Ninjago

So. The beloved Ice Emperor. The corrupting potential of the Staff of Forbidden Spinjitzu + Amnesia + Vex.

Now what if the Ice Emperor came in other flavours?

That’s right, introducing the Other Emperors AU, a collection of different “What ifs” for if other people had been zapped with the staff by Aspheera!

Different Versions:

Earth Emperor / King of the Underworld = Cole

Lightning Emperor / Thunder God / Lightning Striker = Jay

Fire Emperor / Western Wildfire / Fire Maker = Kai

Energy Emperor / Lord of Energy / Luh-Lord = Lloyd

Water Empress / Commander of the Sea / Wrath of the Waves = Nya

Empress of Technology / Automated Empress / Overseer / The Technodrome = Pixal

Creation Emperor / Second Spinjitzu Master / The Creator = Wu

Not all of them are fleshed out (honestly most just have… one or two minor ideas, but I’ll gladly bounce ideas back and forth with people in Reblogs, comments, and/or asks!), but here’s what I’ve got—

Earth Emperor / King of the Underworld

- Got zapped into the Neverrealm instead and lost his memories from a concussion in the fight

- Vex finds him and the staff and convinces him to take it

- He raises/sinks the Earth to create a stone dome over the realm and make it a cavern of tunnels; some call him the King of the Underworld (Hades vibes) for it and he hates it even if he can’t remember why (haha forgotten Skulkin memories)

- Master of the Mountain mixed with ancient mythology vibes

- His hair grows out and becomes partially lava because come on that look just is so cool on him ; his armour is also formed of obsidian/onyx and crystals

- Difficult to anger (a very patient emperor that listens to his people whenever Vex doesn’t interfere) but if you do (usually on Vex’s manipulation) OH BOY you’re in for it now

- Built a dangerous labyrinth King-Minos-style complete with a stone minotaur in the centre that he sends prisoners/people Vex tricks him into thinking are enemies

- Is very fascinated by Kai’s fire (and Jay’s lightning) because the only light source in the caverns are glowing crystals formed from his powers or special regulated flint/coal-based fires

- He keeps Kai with him when the Ninja arrive and banish the rest to the labyrinth to “prove themselves” on Vex’s manipulation (possibly specifically dropping Jay in the minotaur room as a sacrifice because Jay made a menace of himself in the throne room)

- The Ninja make it through the traps because they’re all kinda Cole-themed (like one involves the Triple Tiger Sashay) and arrive back at the throne room after defeating the stone minotaur, much to Cole/Vex’s astonishment/ire respectively

- Cole realizes the Ninja are telling the truth and that Vex has been lying to him and ends up dropping the staff after reverting the Neverrealm back to its original state

Lightning Emperor / Thunder God / Lightning Strike

- Realizes Zane’s vision (yeah, Jay is the only person who knew Zane had a vision and he DISMISSED IT, hecking come on) is about to come true and shoves Zane out of the way of Aspheera’s shot

- Cracked his head on a rock falling through the portal and has zero memories <3 Should he be dead? Probably. But he’s Jay, so he survives, especially with his boosted element lashing out

- Vex finds him and is so confused over the lightning appearance but realizes he can use it

- Skybound / Lightning Ruins parallels with Jay ripping up chunks of ground and making floating magnetized islands

- Has a very ominous cult following Vex leads because its Jay, of course it would happen, its not the first time

- Is kinda revered more as a ‘godly figure’ than an emperor (Vex uses his status to make orders in Jay’s name)

- Kinda unhinged, but you can blame the staff + Vex + the concussion and blood loss

- Fascinated by Cole because he absorbs/grounds lightning fine ; also fascinated by Zane who is a walking metal lightning rod

- Constantly zapping around

Fire Emperor / Western Wildfire / Fire Maker

- Lost his powers to Aspheera, battled her with the second staff, and got his butt yeeted to the Never Realm- that’s rough, buddy

- Gets his well-deserved focus season

- He really means well and just wants to keep his people safe, but unfortunately it comes across as overly possessive and tyrannical

- Older brothers so hard that he comes across as evil/possessive and aggressive when he’s trying to be caring and protective

- Don’t have much for him because the fandom already has insanely cool Fire Emperor AUs

Energy Emperor / Lord of Energy / Luh-Lord

- So many Lord Garmadon parallels

- ONI-DRAGON LLOYD ONI-DRAGON LLOYD

- Also a surprising amount of Morro parallels about making his own destiny

- So, so traumatized and got corrupted simply for wanting to take his fate into his own hands for once

- Punts Vex out of the castle because he’s had enough of people telling him what to do

- Kinda goes back to S1 Lloyd because this kid just wants his childhood back

- Goes from “scary emperor who’s going to execute you” to “excited little kid” the second he sees his siblings

- Taking the staff back hurts because Lloyd isn’t mad, he’s just super sad and confused and pleads with them not to do it

Water Empress / Commander of the Sea / Wrath of the Waves

- The Never Realm just became the Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker

- All the ice and snow melts into an ocean with islands

- Nya builds a big ol’ palace that’s both above and below the water’s surface

- Seabound parallels in terms of architecture (lots of accidental Wojira foreshadowing)

- So. Much. Rage. You anger Nya, you’re done for.

- The staff + her element amplified the ocean’s whispers and she’s kinda merged with the sea but not fully, her memories are a bit scattered

- Was going to take on Vex as an advisor because he convinced her she knew him before her memories got lost/scattered, but then her memories associate him with Krux, and she kicks him onto a lone island

- Her brothers have to face the ocean to get to her. They hate it, but they do it anyway

Empress of Technology / Automated Empress / Overseer / The Technodrome

- Pixal gets to sacrifice herself for Zane

- While the staff doesn’t amplify powers for her, she still gets boosted strength, speed, smarts, etc., her processor running at 300x proficiency

- Is able to get the mech up and running— she DID build it, after all

- Still loses her memories from Vex’s interference, somewhat reverts to S3 Pixal

- Makes the entire realm “efficient” and rapidly revolutionizes technology

- Easily one of the scariest rulers because of how good she is at it

- Took Vex on as an Advisor because of his knowledge of the realm, then fired him once she was done.

“But you— you cannot FIRE me! I am your loyal, most trusted advisor—”

“And you are no longer necessary. There is more important matters to attend to.”

- It’s very difficult to dismantle her empire

Creation Emperor / Second Spinjitzu Master / The Creator

- Aspheera blasts her intended target

- Wu is sent to the Never Realm with the other staff

- The Ninja are devastated because they just lost their Sensei AGAIN just after getting him back

- Wu refuses to use the staff at first but then… well, he starts getting desperate to return. He misses his family. And his essence— creation— could be used to help the people of this realm. So he uses it once or twice, sparingly, to help the villages, to help travellers— and slowly gets more and more addicted. Why does this realm hurt the people in it? If his essence is one of creation, couldn’t he use it to… reform this realm into something more peaceful? More habitable? Remake it in his own image? Correct all the mistakes he’s made, start again, start better—

- FSM and Pilots-S2 Garmadon parallels

- His students manage to get into the Never Realm only to find it “prosperous” and “thriving”

- Bonus if there are copies of them, but the way Wu sees them— uncanny valley alert

- EXTRA bonus if there’s a fake Morro that’s based on how he was as a student / if he’d lived , and a fake Garmadon cured of venom and evil

- Breaking their Sensei out of this illusion of a perfect world really hurts

- Wu is traumatized by all his mistakes and they get acknowledged in this AU whether he wants them to be or not <3

#Other Emperors AU #ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago au #Lego Ninjago AU #ice emperor #earth emperor #lightning emperor #fire emperor #energy emperor #water empress #creation emperor #Imp's AUs #ninjago s11 #ninjago season 11 #ninjago ice chapter #ninjago fire chapter #ninjago ice emperor #ninjago s11 AU

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FHJY Spoilers || my live thoughts as I watch episode 7

this may take me longer than usual because I have hurt my hand so it's wrapped up rn and it makes it hard to type 🫡

TTTTAKING OVER TEENAGE REBELLION

I miss ayda aguefort i hope she shows up in this episode.

pitch perfect 2 mention! I used to be so into music related movies

So much happened last episode, this recap is so long

I am not a fan of Grix.

AGENT CLARK...

Two Kristen's again

OH NO

ADAINE COMING IN WITH THE SAVE

"Pretty fun to commit fraud"

"That was sophomore year, I'm cool now"

Body rolling I love body rolling it's so fun to just vibe

Mandatory drug test????

Bard class cool as hell

GRIX NETTED DURDEN?

Rip Gorgug he fell on the stairs

"Did she cast a spell on you " "I mean, in a sense..."

Littledoggy Girlcollar

they should investigate definitely

"If we all do drugs, they can't expell all of us."

Riz trying so hard to keep Fig from being expelles

shrimp burrito

Gorgug not being a fan of Mary Ann is very interesting to me and very reasonable.

"I think it's a really good thing you're thinking."

kipperlitty is subliminally messaging people with the food?!?!?!?!?

I can't wait to see the fan art that comes out of this episode

"Hey.... Girlie"

THE SILENCE

"Did you hear? She passed." KRISTEN EHEHEJWKEHBEE

OHHH KIPPERLILLY. THAT WAS SHADY. YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO SAY IT SO LOUD. I ABSOLUTELY KNOW YOU DID IT ON PURPOSE

KRISTEN KRISTEN KIRSTEN KRISTEN KRISTEN

"Hey do we need to lock it in" yeah probably

Max Durden is probably my second favorite npc

"Everyone has to have a least favorite friend, it's fine" NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Fabian running a study hall is so cool

This downtime sounds fun

SPECIAL THING IS GOING TO HAPPEN IF GORGUG GETS NAT 20????????

Riz "The Ball" Gukgak

SERVER AT BASRAR'S!!!!!!

Aewlyn mention 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

SHE GOT THE JOB

"Nice new shirt, did you buy it underground?"

The stress tokens are actually making me real life stressed

GORGUG NAT 20!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SECOND GORGUG NAT 20!!!!!!!!

"It might be more stable than mine"

i miss Cassandra I hope she's okay

The shrimp jump. WAS a miracle

let's go Cassandra!

Fig paladin of Cassandra??????????????

Oh my god is Fig Multiclassing

oh my god wait craig he's still around

"it's like animal piss but in a good way"

"Kristen, your adult man is being weird"

"You'd be a nasty as paladin?"

"I don't want to harsh your vibe"

"Everyone has to lick me"

oh no he's a noodler

DETECTIVE BABY

gorgug has tunnel vision

Gorgug is literally so stressed

"I SUCK, YOU RULE"

the rage!

Fabian is such a loser when it comes to talking with girls

This is so painful, Fabian needs something. I don't know what but God he need something

THIRTY TWO????

Fabian stress token

Walking store Adaine

ya hoo

av class 🔥🔥🔥

i need art of fishing club Riz just goin' fishing

NAT ONE THAT BECOMES A 10

Gorgug & Riz joint birthday party!!!!

17 having a ice cream party sounds absolutely lit

SELF INSERT PC CLARK

Gorbag and Roz!!!

goodbye lucilla she's gone to the skies

"I think you're being weird here"

oh my god fig

Fig is having a strange day

"Why can't I tell him he's weird"

A YOGURT YEAR

"Haha! Counterspell! ♪"

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me."

oh my god Brennan said teenage rebellion.... just like... just like the song teenage rebellion... T-T-T-TAKING OVER TEENAGE REBELLION IT'S OUT TIME IT'S OUR YEAR—

"Can I take a stress for Kristen"

Riz is the only character allowed to take a stress for another person

popular kid Kristen!!!!

"Anyone who think he's cool" me too I fall in love with everyone who thinks I'm cool

alter emo hauntings a kid's dreams

"Not All Who Wanda Are Lost" single released on all listening platforms. 1 mil listens in a week

oh no...... this is going to be awful and awkward.

ohhhhhh....... ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh...... Fabian.......... This is painful........

Ivy is catching these hands, leave my girl Mazey alone

"You missed your shot, playboy" no he has a call with his bank

Riz is at his conspiracy board

Something does feel off about grix

Everyone has a stress token

"Go roll me a corrupted bardic"

Even I'm grieving Lucy, she sounds lovely...

oh there's something deep going on with lucy

"It's the boss, baby"

Murph has figured it OUT

The epic music

This stress system is making me STRESSED

I relate to the stress causing antisocial things

LYDIA!!!!!!!!!

ohhhhhh goodness.....

#dimension 20 #d20 #fantasy high #d20 fantasy high #dimension 20 fantasy high #fantasy high junior year #fhjy spoilers #fantasy high junior year spoilers

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ijuststareatstuffhereok89 · 1 year

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Chapter 4- The Game

The mysterious God of Mischief proposes a special "game" he wants to play with you, which inadvertently gives you an idea on how to seduce him and save Vanaheim. Meanwhile, you begin to find yourself with strange feelings that could change everything...

Pairing: Prince Loki x Concubine!Reader Rating: 18+ ONLY (Minors DNI) MASTERLIST HERE *Please reblog if you like it!*

Content Warning: Threat and mentions of assault, eventual smut, indentured servitude and sex slavery, mean people being mean, violence, executions, more warnings likely to come

That night, you dreamed of Vanaheim. Before your closed eyes danced visions of your carefree days, waking up in the afternoon to get to the pub by the dinner rush, leaving (but not before being pulled into a quick drink with your co-worker) at the stroke of midnight and taking your time going back up the hill in order to see the stars, days off spent reading with your feet in the babbling brook and watching the children run about…

At one point, you were jerked from your slumber, and you sat up in the massive, plush bed you were sharing with your new owner. Taking a moment to get your bearings, you wrapped yourself in a sheet and wandered out onto the Prince’s terrace to get a glimpse of the view.

The first thing you noticed when you looked upwards, sadly, was that there weren’t very many stars in Asgard. The city below you may have glowed with rich, gilded light even at this unholy hour, but that glow extended up into the atmosphere, and all you could see were some planets and blue giants blinking off in the far distance, the few with magnitudes bright enough to reach through the light pollution hovering over the realm.

“I’ll never see home again,” you whispered, a single tear dotting the corner of your eye. “And I’ll never see the stars.”

You didn’t want to leave yourself exposed too long, so you only let the warm air brush your cheek for a moment before going back inside and making another attempt to sleep. It took nearly thirty minutes before your eyelids became heavy, and yet even after they closed, your mind raced.

You couldn’t read the Prince at all. You couldn’t trust him or his word. He somehow seemed to have the patience of a priest, yet also the fuse of a cannon. You couldn’t believe this was the one you had to deconstruct in order to save your people. It was like being blindfolded and given a bow, being instructed to hit the center of a target whirring in circles above you.

However, you’d passed the first test: you’d gotten his attention. You’d made yourself stand out. Now, you had to keep the momentum going without it appearing as if you were manipulating the god. That would certainly mean death the moment you stepped over the line. You were still Loki’s slave, after all.

He likes banter, you thought. He values a witty mind, and seems to resent his reputation as a rapist.

Before long, the first light of morning traced a finger over the comforter you were wrapped in. You were oblivious to it, having finally drifted off. It was the soft touch of a cool finger tracing circles on your back that brought you back to consciousness. You were sleeping on your belly, your hair was fanned out across your neck and above your head.

You couldn’t help but utter a small moan of pleasure. The touch felt nice. It froze you in place and made you feel like melting into the mattress itself.

“Oh…” the Prince cooed from behind you. You were conscious that he was lying behind you, and that he wasn’t just caressing your shoulders. You could feel his hardness on the small of your back, unyielding and large, and you were pretty sure he was palming it.

“Please, make that sound again, sparrow,” Loki commanded. “Quickly!”

As you wish, I suppose…

You obeyed, and you felt his hip buck against you after a moment, releasing a hot liquid onto your bare back in spurts that were accompanied by a low, guttural grunt from Loki.

“Master, how long were you doing that before I awoke?” you asked with an odd curiousness.

“I saw you wake in the middle of the night and stand out in the air. The moon gave you a blue glow. I thought perhaps a water fae had paid me a visit. I could dream of nothing else but your nakedness until the day broke.”

Sweet words, you admitted to yourself, even if the idea that he’d been fucking his hand on your back as you lay asleep for hours sent a momentary shiver up your spine.

“I am sorry I woke you, Master,” you said quietly, getting to your knees as your Prince used his magic to clean your back.

“Gods don’t require much sleep,” Prince Loki replied, sighing and laying back against his propped pillow. “It’s partially why we have so many concubines. We have too many hours in our days, and we grow bored. We need occupation.”

You didn’t respond, other than by bowing your head. “Good morning, Master.”

Loki smiled and took a moment to look at you, sitting up but letting the blankets and sheet sit below your waist, exposing your entire chest. “You know, you’ve given me a challenge. I intend to win it.”

“A challenge, Master? I never intended to do so,” you said, your voice wavering.

The Prince reached out a hand, running a nail up and down your skin, and the light scratch tickled. “All of you girls are told to fall to your knees at my every whim. I grow sick of being handed my prizes. I want you to refuse me until such a time exists that you cannot resist yearning for me any longer. I think I want to chase you.”

“Chase me, Majesty?”

The Prince nodded. “I’d forgotten the thrill of going to bed unsatisfied, only to feel the increasing urge to relieve my aching need at a later point, just as it is about to madden me. It is a game. Perhaps it will do, as you suggested last night, bring meaning to our sex.”

You nodded. “I am here to serve you, Master.”

Loki rolled his eyes. “I am sure they trained you to say that to my every damned request,” he mumbled. “But, in the meantime, I will summon you whenever I am in need of a diary to hear my thoughts. You will answer my musings with only your truest opinions, and not with the sycophantic swill they instruct you with back in your kennel. Do you understand me, girl?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good, then,” Loki said, sitting up to meet your lips with his. You closed your eyes and allowed the moment to dim the light around you, feeling weight to it.

After he drew away from you, he allowed himself a brief flick of your nipple, making you jump, which clearly delighted him. “I will have some breakfast brought up for us before you go, sparrow.”

Hilda accosted you with questions when you were returned to the harem quarters later that morning. “How was the banquet? How many times did he fuck you? Did it hurt, or was he a gentle lover? Did he stick it up your ass or in your face first? Isn’t it huge?”

“Stop it!” you moaned, attempting to roll over in bed to catch up on the sleep you’d lost last night.

Hilda shook her head, opening her mouth to speak again before a knock at the door brought her to her feet. A maid was on the other side, carrying a tea tray and setting it by the sofa.

“You need to get up and drink this before it grows cold anyway,” said Hilda, waving the maid away and shutting the door a little too loudly behind her.

“What is it?”

Your roommate raised an eyebrow and giggled. “How naive are you, anyway?”

“Naive enough,” you replied.

“It’s an herbal tea that prevents conception,” Hilda explained. “You must drink it while it is hot, and before nightfall the following day. A pregnancy could result in exile for any of us.”

You sat up quickly, realizing that indeed, this was important (even if it wasn’t necessary), and you sat down while Hilda poured for you. Taking the cup to your lips, you sipped the hot liquid, grimacing at its weedy, earthy flavor, which was not to your liking.

“Yes, it’s unpleasant,” Hilda admitted. “But then again, I imagine so is giving birth on the backside of a mountain in the coldest corner of Jotunheim.”

You nodded, taking each sip of medicine slowly and cautiously until the cup was drained. You groaned when Hilda responded by pouring another cup from the pot on the tray. “Sorry, it’s three cups, Y/N.”

She tried to pry details out of you as you drank, but when it was evident that you weren’t going to answer her questions, she turned to talking about her life as the daughter of an unpopular shop owner in Capitol City, and how she was pretty sure her casting was paid for by a rival store.

You weren’t listening. You were beginning to get used to the flavor of the tea, and as you sipped, your mind never left Prince Loki’s bedroom. It wasn’t just how he was already seeing you as someone different from all of the other sex slaves in the palace, but that his body..his face…his hair…not only the sight of it, but the scent of it…all of it was burned into your retinas, and the image of him lying beside you, his skin pressed against yours, even the feeling of his cock against your ass was suddenly making you question your agreement to purposefully keep the Snake Prince out of your skirts.

Yet, again this felt like as much of an opportunity for you as it was a risk. Perhaps you both could win a prize by the end of it.

He wants this to be a game, you thought. Well, let’s play a game, Master!

You were riding high on your success for the rest of the day, but by nightfall, you began to feel the pang of disappointment that the Prince had not called for you. Granted, he called no one that night, but you were still a little annoyed that your plans would have to wait.

After you’d tried and failed to fall asleep, Hilda suggested you join her and a few of Thor’s and Odin’s slaves for a Bliss session in one of their rooms. Agreeing, you dressed simply and followed Hilda to another room further down the hall and around the corner. She knocked a code onto the last door on the left, and it opened to reveal five others within.

“Y/N, this is Iduna, Magnus, and Romilda, who belong to Thor, and this room is Estrid’s and Astrid’s, they’re twins who were delivered here for the Allfather. Everyone, Y/N is the newest one for The Snake.”

Magnus chuckled, holding out a stick of Bliss. “Then I assume you’ll need the first hit.”

You didn’t waste time. You took the Bliss and inhaled deeply, expecting to cough uncontrollably. Instead, a cool, pleasant smoke filled your throat and lungs, having an enjoyable odor. Holding the gas in for a few moments, you turned away and exhaled.

Hilda cheered. “Now you’re officially one of us!”

It only took a few seconds before the first waves of euphoria broke over your mind like a gentle, crashing wave on the night of a full moon. Your anxieties over your unorthodox first encounter with your Master, how you’d made a bargain with him to keep yourself untouched, and how he hadn’t yet called you back all melted away.

However, you also felt a touch of vertigo begin to swell and make your eyes swim. “I…I need some air,” you mumbled, turning to the door that led out onto a small porch.

“A lightweight, for sure,” laughed Hilda, taking the cigarette from your hand. “She’s a farmer’s daughter or something. Borgund.”

“Borgund?” asked Estrid. “That little hamlet was chosen for this year?”

You didn’t bother to follow the conversation any further. Instead, you closed the glass door behind you, drinking the crisp night air through your nose. You still felt dizzy and warm, but at least you weren’t going to topple over and make an ass of yourself in front of your new allies.

Over beyond a row of spires, you could scarcely see the Prince’s terrace jutting out over the courtyard. The light from within his chamber illuminated his silhouette as he also looked out over the land.

Your thoughts went to his intense blue eyes hyper-focusing on yours, his lips hanging slightly open, his long, thin fingers nimble and defiant as they assessed every crevice of your form. His hair, curly and dark as a starless night, smelled of the similar lavender that had been sprayed on you before your less-than-savory debut. He was tall, imposing, dominating, yet he’d treated you with consideration.

“Who are you, Prince Loki?” you muttered in your Bliss-induced haze. “How deep does your mind go?”

As if answering you from afar, you could make out the small figure retreating inside before quickly dimming the light in his chamber.

“Y/N? Come play cards with us!” yelled Hilda from inside, already several drinks into the evening.

You waited a moment before going inside, still looking towards the Prince’s chambers, bidding a silent slumber to the sleeping god. Good night, Snake Prince…

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noodles-n-soba · 1 year

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A God like dance

Scenario: Holding a ginormous feast for the people of Sumeru, you and Nilou make your appearances as the dancers. Little did you know that your devious mind had a great plan, ready to be executed on the spot.

CW: Archon quest spoilers!!~ Probably did not proofread.. again.

A/N: O MY GOD. Guys Im alive! I survived the testweek (though, the results are less pleasant for some subjects~..). I have another exam tomorrow purely for the sake of a Cambridge certificate... So basically, my life has been a mess! (Kinning all Anemo vision holders rn). However, now that I'm slowly getting back on my normal and healthy school pace, I am doing alright! Trying to crank in some fanfics too ;)

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"I can't believe the fake God was invited to the celebration party.. How come this even happen?" You looked over to your friend and fellow dancer, Nilou. "The Balladeer? Hmm, I assume it's Greater lord Kusanali's idea." You removed the fabric that covered your face, looking over to the sun that was slowly making its way into the ground. "This great heat is overwhelming.. We should quickly return to the city.. We are dancers, not adventurers." You notified discontent, wiping the pearls of sweat off your forehead. "Well, (Y/n), let's keep our hopes up. At least we've been useful for the Traveler and rest.. The plan worked out eventually!" She smiled kindly to you, making your frown reverse its ways. "I must say, I am pleased with the outcome.. But it's way too warm here. The city has some form of cool breeze." You eventually concluded, on your way to a cart being pulled forth by sumpterbeasts.

"Oh..! What are you doing?" With gracious movements you hopped on board, holding out your hand for the girl and smiled with teeth visible. "It's a lot easier, right? Sir?" You looked over your shoulder as you felt Nilou's hand intertwining with yours, pulling her aboard. "Of course, we're off to Sumeru city (Y/n) and Nilou! Hold on tight." The coachman responded excited, of course.. Your names were known all over Sumeru, the best performers of the land, your reputation was like a golden veil that fell over Sumeru. Eyes observing the desert you were slowly leaving behind, your body rocking back and forth as the cart traversed sandy roads.. You were looking forward to tonight, finally being able to meet that suspicious and human forged deity. As you slowly blinked and avoided sandy winds, Nilou and you reheard the program for tonight, the dances and the freestyle moment where both of you would do anything you like.

The sun slowly set, the theater cozily decorated with diverse decorations which made you feel at home again. Finally being able to put on your dance outfit made you feel relieved, you were wise enough to dress up into other clothes before you would smell sweaty from being tormented by such temperatures.

You finally arrived at the podium, looking around and observed the crowd of citizens as background music was already setting the mood. "Dear all..! Thanks for coming, we are very grateful and honored to have you among our midst..!" Nilou begun when the attention had shifting towards you two. But, who could miss the two of you, looking beautiful, colorful and gracious. Dressed with colorful patterns, the stage filled with lights and warm colors. "We hope you'll have a wonderful time here! Please, remember this day as something special!" You continued, the billion dollar smile on your faces made them all cheer and clap in excitement while Nilou and you took on your starting positions. As the music slowly made its presence in the theater, the two of you walked to each other with gentle steps, legs moving along with the beat and hands moving on to the rhythm. It almost seemed as if the entire place was sparkling like crazy, a mixture of beauty and amazing talent seemed to rain down on the people standing there.. Gaping at the two of you as you delivered an amazing dance. While dancing you finally noticed the lot standing right in the center, The Traveler, Al Haitham, Cyno, Dehya.. And this other guy who you didn't particularly knew personally. You and Nilou switched places on the stage, still dancing exactly in sync as your movements were precise and a sight for sore eyes. Calming down everyone, enchanting them and making them all gaze at you was your goal. They were supposed to forget everything, their work, their worries.. This was the final push the people of Sumeru needed according to the two of you.

Your act existed out of something simple yet complicated, you had to guess a lot.. And taking risks was what you were best at, but this mistake would probably leave you embarrassed. Nilou's solo act existed out of a dance and intertwined with her vision she would create a spectacle with a little touch of special effects. You, in fact, were trying something entirely else. This time you wouldn't use your vision, you would be completely independent from it. You would try to make him feel welcome in Sumeru.

With a smile beaming on your face you danced your way to the back of the podium, it was time for Nilou to perform what she was really good at. The lights switched onto her, finally you could observe the crowd in peace. All their eyes sparkled when they saw her, dancing around as it almost seemed as the entire building danced along with her. Her soft face expression when she made a slow turn, facing you for a second, gave you enough courage. You were going to do this correctly.. No doubt necessary! When her dance was over, she subtly gestured you to come forward while still dancing. You made your way in the spotlight again, and this time she faded into the darkness. With a few pirouettes you stood still on the stage, your breath uneven as your hands swayed around. Your eyes fell on the unknown guy, the fake God. At least, that was his alias. You were sure he was something entirely else now. You slowly stepped down the stairs and passed the crowd while keeping your body moving.. With eyes wide open they kept them on you, and with gentle taps on their shoulders they already moved out of the way for you until you reached the group of hero's. The crowd had made a big circle around you all, a gentle smile on your face while you gazed at the guy himself, he blinked a few times without moving.. frozen on the spot. You saw Dehya poking the Traveler's side, a smirk found on her face as you took the guy's hand and pulled him along with you towards the podium. His entire face turned a bright red shade, you softly chuckled and pulled him close without making everyone realize it wasn't part of the dance. "Relax and follow my steps.." You rapidly whispered into his ear, his hand gently resting in yours as you led him across your territory. Even though Scaramouche had never danced, he seemed like an absolute professional thanks to you. Being engulfed by your radiating skills they did not realize that he took a misstep once or twice, how he almost tripped over his own feet because he forgot that he should've moved to the right.. You were there, correcting him in some kind of way.. It seemed so perfect, as if you had practiced over a hundred times with him for this moment, this night. Your eyes sparkled and so did his, even though he would rather hide it by closing his eyes. But he couldn't, if he knew that he'd get dragged on stage.. He wouldn't even be convinced by The Dendro Archon to come. Well, there he was.. In front of a great dancer and beautiful figure, he didn't even know your name yet.. And you didn't knew his. But still, you were dancing with him and leading him around, whispering what he was supposed to do with 1 word and making it clear with that only. How special you were.

Minutes seemed like seconds, how long was he staring into your eyes again? Star shapes had appeared in them, indicating your mental success for this performance. You smiled once more to Scaramouche, Nilou appearing on stage to cover him up and to give the final dance together with you. He slowly disappeared to the back without you even saying he was supposed to do so, he saw your smile, remembered your smell, felt your aura caressing his own skin.. You turned your head to the crowd again as you gave it your all for the last time tonight. Observing you up close was a great experience, forgetting how detestable he was about the idea of going to such an event, he saw you dancing.. Dancing your heart out, enchanting his mechanic heart without even doing something with him.

Panting the two of you stood in your ending positions, the crowd cheering, clapping and screaming. A performance that would stay in their minds for days, being reminded of such a great starter of the night whenever they'd hear your names or see your faces. You bowed gratefully, waiting for Nilou to say her words before the two of you would leave until you saw some movement in the corner of your eye. You realized, standing on your toes to reach Nilou's ear and whispered something. She giggled and nodded afterwards, you running towards Scaramouche who had been standing there all this time and pulled him behind the curtains.

"Hey! You're being extrmeely rude. I dont even know your name!" He hissed, you stopped running when you were in an safe place to talk peacefully. "Sorry.. It was an impulsive idea, I know! But.. Atleast you got quite a nice introduction story.. Don't you." Awkwaraly you scratched the back of your neck, your charms didn't disappear even off stage huh? How special. "Oh, I'm (Y/n) by the way..! I think you're the.. One Lord Kusanali talked about if I'm correct? How may I call you?" You asked and looked around the place, the party was just getting started.. You didn't had too long. ".. You can call me The Wanderer, Scaramouche, The Balladeer even. Whatever your heart desires." He muttered, rummaging through some stuff you simply hummed in reply while you tried to find your hair accessories. ".. Sorry, I'm quite busy tonight.. But it was surely fun meeting you, Scaramouche." You quickly flashed him a smile again, standing still on your spot to make sure you'd have eye contact with him once more.

"I assume you'll be at the party out there?" Scaramouche asked you, slowly walking your way.. Your sparkling presence was something he wanted to approach, to grasp in some way.. "I will.. Nilou and me had decided we'd stay till the end of course, it'll be a fun experience.. As long as I can find my stuff that is, or else I'll be incomplete.." The Wanderer's eyes slightly widened upon hearing your choice of words, incompleteness. Wasn't he incomplete before? Wasn't he finished a month ago or so, only to be broken down by a God and built up again by his same enemy. "You seem lost in your thoughts, something bothering you?" You asked him out of nowhere, lifting up a few boxes to look under them.. Sadly enough you had no success. "Shouldn't you focus on finding whatever you're supposed to find." He shook his head and tried waving you away, you sighed deeply while placing your hands in your hips and looking around once more. "Well, I can't find it.. So I give up. But your nose scrunched *UP???*, so I wanted to ask if you're okay." You made eye contact with him once again, staring at each other in silence for a bit before you cleared your throat and walked off to another corner. "... I'm fine, you should try to keep your own problems under control." He replied after a while, crossing his arms as he shook his head. You silently chuckled, shrugging your shoulders in casualty. "You can head back already, I wont be doing anything except for searching." You eventually notified, the guy sighed deeply.

"No thanks, I think I'll stay here. I enjoy.. Some peace."

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perspectivestarters · 16 days

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Perspective's Sentence Starters; The Rise and Fall of a Midwest Princess by Chappell Roan (Part II)

MY KINK IS KARMA

We broke up on a Tuesday.

Who knew that we'd let it get this bad when it ended.

Karma's real.

Hope it's your turn.

I heard from *Name*, you're losing it lately.

It's hot when you have a meltdown.

It's hot when you're drinking downtown.

You're getting called out 'cause you're running your mouth.

It's coming around.

People say I'm jealous but my kink is watching you ruining your life.

People say I'm jealous but my kink is karma.

Wishing you the best, in the worst way.

Using your distress as foreplay.

Six months since April and I'm doing better.

No need to be hateful in your fake Gucci sweater.

It's hot when you're going through hell.

I'm feeling myself.

It's hot when you know that you're caught and you're getting pissed off.

It's getting me off.

PICTURE YOU

Draw the blinds.

Slip off my pretty dress down my chest.

It's ritualistic.

Counting lipstick stains where you should be.

I need you around.

I'm getting close now.

Do you picture me like I picture you?

Am I in the frame from your point of view?

Do you feel the same?

I'm too scared to say half of the things I do when I picture you.

So, tell me now all your perversions.

KALEIDOSCOPE

Here we go again.

Everything is fine.

I guess we could pretend we didn't cross a line.

Ever since that day, everything has changed.

The way I write your name

If you really wanna leave, I'll never make you stay.

Whatever you decide, I will understand.

It will all be fine.

Love is a kaleidoscope.

How it works, I'll never know.

It's somehow all the same

It's beautiful somehow.

It's never just a shape alone.

Well, I'd love to see them try.

There's no one else who could.

The only one is you.

If you change your mind, I will understand.

It'll just take time to go back to being friends.

Don't be afraid to hold it close.

PINK PONY CLUB

I know you wanted me to stay.

I can't ignore the crazy visions of me in *Place*.

I heard that there's a special place where boys and girls can all be queens every single day.

I'm having wicked dreams of leaving.

I swear it's calling me.

Won't make my mama proud.

It's gonna cause a scene.

I know she's gonna scream.

God, what have you done?

I'm just having fun.

It's where I belong.

I'm gonna keep on dancing.

Every night's another reason why I left it all.

I thank my wicked dreams.

You've been too good to me.

Don't think I've left you all behind.

You're always on my mind.

I can hear your southern drawl a thousand miles away.

NAKED IN MANHATTAN

I know you just landed.

I know you're probably busy but I would love to see you.

Call me when you can.

I'll never cross the line.

I pushed you down a million times.

I'd love if you knew you were on my mind.

Boys suck and girls I've never tried.

We both know we're getting drunk tonight.

Touch me, baby.

Put your lips on mine

Could go to hell but we'll probably be fine.

I know you want it.

You can have it.

I've never done it.

Let's make it cinematic

I wanna know, baby, what is it like?

An inch away from more than just friends.

If I don't try, then it's my loss.

Won't you fucking touch me?

I just want to touch you.

I want all of your love.

CALIFORNIA

I stretched myself across four states.

I trade amber clay roads for the sea foam and the endless sun rays.

I was never told that I wasn't gonna get the things I want the most.

If it hasn't happened yet, then maybe you should go.

Come get me out.

Thought I'd be cool in here.

I'd make you proud

To think I almost had it going, but I let you down.

Too hard to find reasons to stay.

GUILTY PLEASURES

Learned it on the internet.

Wild thoughts that make me melt.

Sometimes I scare myself.

I can't help what I can't help.

So shame on me, and shame on you.

I fantasize what we would do.

How would it taste?

Some good girls do bad things too.

I want this like a cigarette.

Can we drag it out and never quit?

Oh my god, you are heaven sent.

You give me guilty plеasure.

You're a pothead.

You're a cinephile.

It's been awhile since you turned up the dial.

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shortpplfedup · 1 year

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My School President Episode 7: Rules are made to be broken

I know I'm saying this every week at this point, but this show owes so much structurally to Bad Buddy and emotionally to Love Sick, as well as just overall to the first season of Glee, that it gives me the feeling of being warmly embraced by an old friend. This week Yo (I KNOW!) is the driving force as the Hot Wave rule gets stretched to the limit, discarded and reinstated in a way that actually doesn't make me want to pull my hair out.

Verse: Dreams come true

I'm in heaven With my boyfriend My laughing boyfriend There's no beginning And there is no end Feels like I'm dreaming But I'm not sleeping

Mariah Carey | Fantasy (1995)

Man Tinn is living his best life right now, walking on sunshine. Gun might not technically be Tinn's boyfriend yet, but Tinn sure as shit is Gun's boyfriend. Now that it's clear that they like each other, Tinn is unleashed and he is flirting with both barrels, in the corniest fashion he can muster. He wants to shout to the whole world that he likes Gun and Gun likes him, but the Hot Wave rule is severely cramping his style.

Chorus: Friends to lovers

Oh, I can't be elusive with you honey 'Cause it's blatant that I'm feeling you And it's too hard for me to leave abruptly 'Cause you're the only thing I wanna do

Mariah Carey | Honey (1997)

Gunn for his part is trying his best to play things cool. Tinn's full court press is absolutely doing its job of making him feel special, loved and supported, but also...slightly panicked? Gun spends the episode adjusting to this new super-enthusiastic, forthright, ultra-open version of Tinn and trying to decide how he feels about it. The 'Just Being Friendly' runner is still very much present in this episode, which I found interesting because I'd thought the matter settled at the end of episode 6. But somewhere during that aquarium 'date', probably around the time Tinn shoved three of Gun's fingers into his mouth and bit them (listen, I can't even...), Gun decided he wanted this just as much.

Bridge: Softly softly

Sweet destiny Carried me through desperation To the one that was waiting for me

Mariah Carey | Vision of Love (1990)

Yo's insecurities taking centre stage was unexpected but instructive. It's not lost on me that he chose Tinn as his avatar, because despite Tinn's inherent weird nerd-ness, from the outside he must seem really cool. It's also not lost on Gun that his careless critique about Yo's skills sent his friend on a spiral that ended with a slap to the face. Gun does feel guilty for his part in the ensuing mess, and goes out of his way to help Yo try to make right what he did wrong. In the end, despite the club eventually voting down the rule, or at least voting to exempt Yo from the rule, the Hot Wave rule remains intact due to some adorable plot mechanics that I will totally allow.

Outro: Lay all your love on me

My every wish and every dream Somehow became reality When you brought the sunlight Completed my whole life I'm overwhelmed with gratitude 'Cause baby I'm so thankful I found you

Mariah Carey ft. Joe and 98° | Thank God I Found You (1999)

But even discussing the rule within the club stirred up a lot, as our sweet baby Por engages the hamster running his brain long enough to notice that Gun's sparkle is even sparklier than usual lately. I wrote about the positive reinforcement loop that Gun and Tinn have created propelling Gun upward, and others are starting to see it as well. Por vocalising that to Gun, and Gun seeing Yo work harder to prove himself to Yak as a worthy suitor for his sister clicks the final piece into place for him, and this time he crosses the friend zone line in a full and final acceptance of Tinn's feelings.

Ad Libs

New opening and closing credits and themes this week! The new opener is fine, but I miss 'You Got Ma Back'. At least we still have it for the interstitials.

Chinzhilla's little hero walk into the cafeteria made me tear up a little. I think about how proud my little slackers must feel and I--

I loved Tinn using ja with Gun, very flirty.

Gun's rapid fire little blinks every time Tinn gives him the flustered kilig feelings are ADORABLE.

Fun little meta moment with Tiw playing literally every character in Romeo and Juliet except the leads 🤣

Win and Sound's constant bickering would usually thoroughly irritate me but something about them is making me crazy in the good way.

I spotted you checking your hair before the date Gun.

The fashion on this show is gonna make me resurrect my gensemble/gay apparel posts.

I love Chinzhilla but I also love seeing Gun having one-on-one moments with the other boys in the band, it really just brings forward that these guys really are friends.

Win and Pat voting to keep the rule out of saltiness cracked me up so bad.

I did note that Sound didn't vote the first time around.

I never expected to see Yak in the show's main timeline, so that was fun, and it makes sense that his objection to Yo dating his sister would be the thing that made them reestablish the rule.

The dance number was just perfect. Exactly the kind of thing that would get you a high school girlfriend.

Seems like one of the scenes from last week's preview got cut?

Next week: the first performance round of Hot Wave!

#my school president #chinzhilla rocks!#bl meta series

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mstophattii · 7 months

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welcome, to the second issue of the teufort times!

THIS WEEK'S PATCH NOTES:

WHY THE AGGRESIVE SPY PLAYSTILE SUCKS (AND HOW TO FIX IT)

Since the release of the dead-ringer in the sniper vs spy update, the aggresive spy playstyle has been quite the sensation with spy mains.

(tryhardius spycicus trying to mate with a fictionalius waifius caught in the wild lands of doublecross)

but lately, i have seen quite the discourse when it comes to such interesting specimens. I always thought it was universally agreed that such playstyle was terrible, and that it was a terrible deviation from how spy is supposed to be played. But surprisingly, some like this playstyle. Lets break it down.

THE KUNAI:

Spy is a spy. We can all agree on that. And what does a spy do? Well, a spy can do many things, but the most important thing is that he should try his best at not getting caught, and if he gets caught, he should be punished for it. But the kunai just sorta says "fuck that, imma do my own thing"

By giving spy the health of a soldier and the movespeed of a medic, he just becomes a fucking beast. "But Hatty, spy only has 70 health when using the kunai!" well, when the kunai is paired with shit like the dead-ringer, the 70 health penalty just becomes a small annoyance. And the fact that the backstab hitboxes are kinda broken doesnt help the kunai's case. So overral, the kunai fucking sucks. But thats only like, 80% of the problem.,

THE DEAD-RINGER:

There are 2 types of weapons in TF2: poorly designed ones, and poorly balanced ones. The deadringer falls into the poorly designed ones section. Look, i get it, faking your death is cool, but in practice, its pretty overpowered. I mean, its a free get out of jail card. And when paired with the kunai, this thing becomes flat out busted. Like cmon, just running away from your problems while also having 225 health without any penalty is pretty busted.

HOW TO FIX IT

also, the deadringer is pretty simple, just make it so that you have a slower cloak regen and less damage res.

but now., lets talk about something else.,

AS A PART-TIME ENGI MAIN, PYBROS CAN GO FUCK OFF.

look. I know this sounds bad, BUT, hear me out for a moment. I often call playing engineer as "roleplaying as a single mother" because you have to take care of all your sweet little angels i mean, buildings, and make sure they get some cool frags and help your team. But pybro's turn the engineer experience into "1950's american housewife roleplay". Why, you might ask? Well, maybe its because there is a pyro constantly taking care of my precious little buildings, while i do absolutely nothing outside of maybe moving my dispenser to the other side of the room so its the pyro can more easily access it. That just makes engineer a boring class. You play engi so that you can feel the rush of grabbing your buildings and saving them from those big, mean, and ugly soldiers. But then also watch your sentry get a cool ass frag on a trolldier. Do you get it? DO YOU SEE MY VISION? I WANT TO PLAY ENGINEER BECAUSE I WANT TO FEEL SOME SENSE OF ADRENALINE AND RUSH, AND ALSO PRIDE WHEN MY LITTLE SENTRY MASSACRES THE OTHER TEAM. BUT THAT MUSH MOUTHED FREAK JUST COMPLETELY REMOVES THAT, AND WHY? WHO KNOWS WHAT INHUMANE THOUGHTS LIE BEHIND THAT MASK? I WONT BE LETTING THAT PYROMANIAC ANYWHERE NEAR MY BUILDINGS. END OF DISCUSSION.

THIS WEEK'S WORKSHOP HIGHLIGHT:

MANNIFEST DESTINY!

(taunt made by MalwooWS and Olu! Go check em out!)

TODAY'S SPECIAL IS.,. OH MY GOD, I FUCKING LOVE THE PANIC ATTACK.

this is the first special where we will talk about some underrated weapons, like the panic attack. This shotgun is great! Its everything a shotgun should be! It comes out faster, which helps with its "oh shit, im all outta ammo" use, and the fixed bullet spread is very nice. And cmon, look at it! It looks gangsta as fuck. So take a break from the stock shotty and try this bad boy. (plus its strange version is really cheap)

CONTACT INFO:

mrtophattygj - discord

MrTopHatty - gamejolt

THATS ALL FOLKS! Hope yall like this issue, i tried my best, and its pretty damn heated (and long!)

(also, if you liked this, reblog it! It helps a lot!)

#tf2 #tf2 spy #tf2 engineer #tf2 pybro #the teufort times #ttt

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tsuki-sennin · 16 days

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The terrifying monster known as Gigist has emerged from the Door of Darkness, and he granted Clotho a "boon" that's clearly having a horrible effect on her mind. And to make things worse, Hundred is knocking on our door! Will Legend pull through and help us in our hour of need?

Spoilers, I guess...

-Kasshines everywhere.

-Hi Spanner.

-We're dead meat.

-"Hmmmmmm..."

-Mr. Gigist wants this alleged superweapon too.

-H

-Hundred Four

-You're telling me that Robin Furuya's part of a Shitennou?

-"Damn, dude. Dripped out."

-Insane to drop such important lore in a crossover special.

-97%

-There's the Aurora Curtain.

-"Kamen Rider Gotchard..."

-Tasogare! Mimei! Saigetsu!

-Panna Cotta...

-Ah, Mimei-san's quite good with that sword.

-Vision Driver~!

-Oh yeah, not like Hotaro'd remember, but there wasn't a Glare or Gazer in Strongest Chemy Operation.

-Fucks me up that they still have Dark Kiva lying around.

-...does that make Saigetsu a Fangire then?

-Eternal too, I'm surprised they kept that so well preserved.

-Hiii Clotho

-Things are pretty damn chaotic here

-Lachesiiiiiiiis!

-OH

-OKAY???

-Oh, she's got a Madwheel too

-Tekko!

-Valvarad Ni-go...

-"You stole that power????"

-Ohhhhh, interesting...

-So they're not alternate versions of these systems, but instead stolen?

-...it'd fit in with the "conquering worlds" angle.

-S

-Scrap...

-Oh shit, Kajiki

-That confirms it then

-Glare can hijack any Rider System.

-Stupid future tech.

-Ohhh, Antwrestler this time!

-Desire...

-Desire!!!

-Clotho's ready to throw the fuck down.

-Byeeeeee Mimei~!

-Ohhhh.... Can't bring herself to do it...

-"Ohhhhhh, that fucked me up..."

-Z

-ZEIN DA???????

-WHAT

-Oh my god Sincere Shaolin Fist

-You've gotta be fucking kidding me

-Oh she's dead

-Yeah I'm sure you're super disappointed, Mr. Zein.

-"H-Hotaro...."

-Kajiki knows now...

-"Ohhhh, aren't you the nicest guy on Earth, Mr. Kamen Rider~?"

-Ganbare, Kamen Rider :)

-Gotcha discovered.

-WOOOOOOOOOOO YEAH BABYYYYYYYYYY THAT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN WAITIN' FOR THAT'S WHAT IT'S ALL ABOUT WOOOOOOO

-"You bootleggin' no good dirty thieeeeeeeeef!"

-Dai Mazine.

-Hello, Kaguya.

-...I feel like a tool giving you top billing, but oh well.

-"Took them out like the recyclables they are."

-Oh cool, he's got his own little insert song.

-Going through every last one!

-Even Hibiki gets in on the Gorgeous

-Yo, that Kabuto transition though?

-That's our superweapon. A tiny gun.

-Legendary Legend~!

-Oh fuck my entire life, he has free final form access.

-Well this was

-Certainly something

-Is it good? Is it bad? Did it even happen? I could not tell you, I could not tell you!

#Pull Another Gotcha! 101 Dreams to Catch!#kamen rider #kamen rider gotchard #gotchard spoilers #kr gotchard

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danpuff-ao3 · 1 year

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Embroidery Commission

I was going to do a longer introduction but really I can't tease the people like that. That would be quite rude of me!

This, my friends, is the gorgeous embroidery hoop I commissioned from @onbeinganangel!!!!

Okay you have the goods now, read ahead if you're ready for Danni babbling.

Yesterday morning, I got an email from our apartment's Amazon hub that I had a package ready for pickup. And since I knew exactly what it was, I was annoyed (cuz it's early and I'm at work and I have to wait) and excited (cuz MY HOOP!!!!!)

After work, I rushed home, ran to the hub, grabbed my treasure, and pranced back to my apartment. You know, carefully. I wasn't sure how delicate I needed to be and I was risking this hoop for nothing!

Above pictures is what I found inside the box. My hoop carefully and beautifully wrapped in tissue, and a sweet note!

And if you know me at all, you'll know I was too excited to rip right into it. I don't know if anyone else deals with this, but my excitement levels get so high I just don't know what to do with myself! Have to smile and shriek and dance a bit. Shake out all those nerves! Breathe a bit (because oxygen is important.) (That's what I'm told anyway.)

Once I had my wits about me, I very carefully peeled back the tissue and beheld my beautiful hoop!

And started crying, of course.

(If you know me at all, that won't surprise you, either.) (Overactive tear ducts, I swear to Merlin.) (Or maybe that's just me being overemotional...either way 🤷‍♀️)

It was in early November that I reached out to Mari. She had posted about making sure she could get commissions done in time for Christmas, and while I didn't need anything by Christmas, it did prompt me to think "hey...maybe I could commission something!"

If you've not seen Mari's embroidery, you should definitely check it all out! (Conveniently: click here.) Her work is gorgeous, and it's extra special to have another craft used for fandom purposes! Fan writing? Great! Fan art? Great! Fic binding? Oh cool! Fan embroidery???? Oh god I'm in love. (Also Mari writes, so here's her AO3.) (We have to stan a multi-talented queen.)

I was a wee bit nervous, because I've always been hesitant to ask about commissions from people who I don't know are okay with Snarry. My OTP is so controversial to others, but so beloved to me, and so I rarely reach out, but...I don't know. I couldn't help it! It seemed like too cool an opportunity to not try for, and Mari seemed so sweet so I figured if she let me down, she'd do so gently!

...because obviously I'm going to commission Snarry things. Much as I love other ships, if I'm spending my hard earned money, it's going to be Snarry. 😍

As you can see: it was not a problem!

What I most wanted was a piece for my pride and joy, Contempt. I wiffle-waffled a bit. I thought Orange Blossoms might have better imagery for embroidery, but I already had a fanart done for Orange Blossoms, and while more is more...I really, really in my heart needed a physical representation of my beloved Contempt.

I felt a bit bad about the timing and assured her I didn't need it by Christmas and to prioritize Christmas projects (even though I was quite eager for this!) Like: "I saw your post about Christmas commissions but...this is not for Christmas!" Anyway between the Snarry worries and timing guilt and my anxiety...that should tell you how much I wanted this piece! And let me tell you, it was worth fighting anxiety for!!

The other tricky part of commissions is me trying to give creators an idea to work with, while also stressing that I value their creative input more than my own vision. Everyone is different; more details are useful for some while others enjoy the creative freedom more. (So of course I fretted about that, too.) But generally I am drawn to creators for their own skill and creativity and want as much of themselves in there as possible! I have so much respect and admiration for other creators!! And why I want so dearly to support them however I can! (And to also selfishly benefit from it, not gonna lie.) (Look at this thing!)

What I gave Mari to work with were primarily the quotes. Both are spoken by Harry in the work, though in separate portions of the fic. I wasn't sure how weird that would be, but I don't know...they go so well together and really sort of sum the whole story up! My ultimate love/hate endeavor!

As for the imagery, I had suggestions for that, too: the door to Snape's quarters have "serpents entwined with ivy and dahlias" and there are moments in the story where other flowers are given, those being white gardenias and forget-me-nots. Between my personal love of flowers and animals, as well as my great love for symbolism, and the role they all play in the story...well, I'm glad they all fit in! (Also, Mari is a champ for listening to all my rambling about symbolism and vibes haha!)

From one of our email exchanges, I mentioned: "It's a very stark, intense story. A bit brutal. Lots of shame. Riding that line between love and hate. That's another part of why I like nature imagery; all of the beauty and brutality of the world around us." And I feel like it came through! It feels very simple and natural. It looks a bit like fallen, fragile flowers and a snake slithering along, a sort of unsuspecting seduction. (Sorry, I sure love to read into things!)

Honestly, Mari was such a joy to work with. She has such a good eye for design and color! And such clear skill. She was easy to talk to, happy to communicate, and best of all so kind and patient and sweet! And in the end, she crafted something truly priceless.

Contempt is truly the story of my soul. (If you follow me, you're probably tired of hearing about it LOL.) The concept has lived with me for so long. Writing it was a true labor of love. Having this piece of it to hang on my wall is genuinely so meaningful. I cried when I first saw the finished product (via email) and cried again when I had it in hand. And again when I hung it on my wall.

It's not in its final spot just yet. A few inches to the right (not pictured) is a Hogwarts plaque that I plan to move to another wall this weekend, so I can move the hoop a bit to the right. But I was much too eager to share this to wait until the weekend! But this should still give you an idea of what my Snarry wall looks like, and will more or less look like after the shift. (The art beside the hoop is the Orange Blossoms art mentioned earlier, by LuEndland!)

Mari, thank you so much again for working with me and creating this truly precious hoop! Also: feel free to make your own post if you like, one with less word vomit haha! You are a true angel, I hope you know!!

To everyone else: if you've been thinking of commissioning an embroidery hoop...for sure do it!!!! 10/10 do recommend.

Also please expect more photo dumps once my work space is all set up!!

#embroidery #snarry #contempt #onbeinganangel

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ac lore please :)

Oh god I'm so tired so this shit is gonna be so incoherent and nonsensical BUT I'm gonna try my absolute best to make any of this make any sort of sense.

So, in the assassin's creed universe it's established sorta early on that humanity was originally made by these deity-like people. In that time these people created several powerful objects before 99% of them got blasted off the fucking earth thanks to solar flare. So! Humans inherit the earth! Okay cool fun nice yippeeeee humanity are no longer slaves and actually have autonomy this is a major win for us! But you see, the vast majority of humanity DOESN'T have this deity DNA going on because only a few humans ever got with these deity people, or the precursors. Technically they're the Isu but it makes me giggle just saying that SJSJSJS ANYWAY- most people don't have this DNA therefore they are more susceptible to these objects effects.

Descendents who have remnants of this Isu bullshit have things like the eagel vision! Okay cool there's an in universe explanation to how exactly the fuck a very certain number of people have super special vision that's somehow passed down through genetics. And these sorts of people largely end up being assassin's! But there are the handful of templars who have these abilities, looking at you Haytham and Shay.

ANYWAY there's this ASSHOLE of an Isu, Minerva, who is one of the only surviving Isu and uses the objects to manipulate humanity into eventually bringing her back. This is a plan that takes centuries btw and it involves a whole bunch of both manipulating templars AND assassin's.

I am gonna be honest though and say that the Isu stuff isn't what really attracts me to the series, the REAL fucking shit is the absolute fucking HORROR and DEVASTATION that these FICTIONAL HISTORICAL RPF CHARACTERS are doing to my mental health. Listen the Isu have absolutely fucking nothing on the CENTURIES of drama going on between the assassin's and templars, at this point I could care less about the dead godly fuckers because I'm so tuned the fuck in on the sheer scale of this drama.

Assassin's and templars are two sides of the same coin when it comes to humanity, one believes that freedom and guidance from the shadows is the proper way for humanity while the other side believes that people need a stronger hand and that the ends justify the means sorta deal. They cannot exist without the other because they're so intertwined and marred in so much violence, resentment, love, history, and hatred that they just can't live without the other. In a really fucked up sorta way they constantly keep each other in check and it's a neverending war between them, because their fundamental values put them against each other.

Just as a little example- assassin's believe that there is power in shadows, that not everything must be brought to the light and that sometimes... certain knowledge must be kept away from society for its own good. Templars on the other hand believe that there is power in collecting everything that they can as to better humanity and to give them the power and knowledge as to guide humanity. In a really fucked up sorta way they're the embodiment of light vs dark and just how each side can be disastrous or beneficial. It just messes me up so much that thwse guys and constantly at each others throats and you'd think that it would be a classic good vs evil sorta deal but!!!! No !!!!!!!!!

The creed is secretly full of corruption and is unwilling to act, so hidden in the shadows that they're scared to do anything but the barest of actions. They're a distant shadow from what they once were and they turn the other eye from corruption because they believe that the sacrifice is worth it considering the templars are their greatest enemy. But all that's happened is that their weakness and vulnerabilities have been allowed to fester and their core tenants become less and less repeated as time goes on.

And fucking- ABSTERGO???? OKAY so abstergo is sorta the front of the Templar order, but in my opinion I think they're an equally shallow shadow of what the Templar order was- or was trying to be. The Templar order is not united at all and it's just a collection of people with far too much power and influence who all have a knife to each others neck. Their core ideology has been abandoned in pursuit of their own capitalist greed and personal agendas that any sort of ideology has been left being in the modern age. In a fucking way they're both hollowed out versions of themselves and I want to scream !!¡!!! THEY'RE MIRRORS THEY'RE PARALLELS THEY'RE BROTHERS THEY'RE SISTERS THEY'RE FAMILY THEY'RE LOVERS AND THEY CAN NEVER FUCKING SEPARATE ONE FROM THE OTHER.

Imo I think the series hits hardest when they have Templar and assassin duos, or aka: Connor and Haytham, son and father. Arno and Elise, tragic lovers. The Frye twins and Starrick and Pearl, parallels of twins. Desmond and Lucy, the assassin who ran away and the double crossing templar.

It's like they each highlight their glaring weaknesses and strengths and I want to EAT THE WALLLLSSSSS!!!! Honestly I wish the Isu were completely fucking dead and gone so it could just be 24/7 assassin and templar tragedy hour cause I'm crying and throwing up over these dumb little guys.

OH YEAH DONT GET ME STARTED HOW THE MODERN ASSASSIN'S ARE CLOSER TO A FUCKINF CULT???? DESPITE THEIR WHOLE THING SUPPOSEDLY BEING FREEDOM?????? LIKE THEYRE JUST STRAIGHT UP A CULT AND DESMOND IS PRETTY RUTHLESS IN EXPLAININF THE WHOLE THING. The assassin's wanna say shit and yet they're in the middle of the fucking desert making child soldiers. Okay. Whatever. I still wish Desmond stabbed his dad tbh.

And there's the whole bleeding effect thing that happens when you're in the animus for too long and your brain starts to literally break but I can't think about that for too long because I start crying over lost opportunities. Did you know that time travel was gonna be a thing at first??? Like, when they were drafting out the assassin's creed plot???? DO YOU KNIW HOW MAD I AM TGAT THEY DIDNT KEEO TGAT-

Anyway hahahahhaaha teehee I love this series very much and I have stolen it from ubisofts greedy fucking hands ^-^ also look at these two who are steadily taking over my brain and I can see the light of escape fading before my very eyes ->

(This is also very random but a ton of the fashion in game slaps but I'm an especially big fan of the aesthetic in syndicate and unity)

(Arno is the one on the left and Jacob is the one on the right. They've never met in game but I'm so sure that they would explore each other's bodies and become painfully dependent on the other)

(Ignore how I'm debating starting another wip just for them. These dumb assassin's are gonna cry and see each other as their only salvation in absolute misery if I can help it)

#theres so.much more theres so much but im si tired and theres so much more to go #.......I should make a tier list for all the ac characters...........#ANYWAY TYSM FOR ASKING I OIVE YOU I LOVR YOU MY MUTUAK MY FRIEND MY EVERYTHING #thebleedingeffect talks

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