#i have written it 👁👄👁
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memory of a lover
ao3
The Grove is vast in its bareness, the arching boughs of the Pale Tree the only established structures in the open space. Trahearne considers this now as a brother presses him, concern in his wringing hands.
“I do not wish to harm her,” he entreats. “Say I can shape my Dream, Eldest Brother, and I shall at least have your word’s security behind my sculpting hands.”
Truth be told, Trahearne has no idea what will harm their dear Mother and what will not. “Do what you will, but start small,” he advises. “Come to me if you have any hesitations at all, and I will speak with her to guide your path.”
Kahedins clutches his arm with both hands, squeezing in thanks. Trahearne watches him leave, uncertainty nibbling at his vines. But he dismisses himself with a brusque shake of his head—even with all their emptiness, there is no space in Mother’s branches for his doubt. He must lead his fellow sylvari in their endeavors, staying strong and flexible as a young tree no matter the winds that batter it.
“Another crisis averted by your leading hand,” a voice murmurs into his ear. He barely represses a shiver, turning his head to the side.
“Riannoc,” he greets as a hand cups the back of his neck. It is an easy to thing to give in, to taste the warm mouth pressing to his. It still feels new, this, despite them being joined for many months now.
“Eldest amongst us,” his lover returns, just scraping low enough to be teasing. “Have our siblings worn you out yet today?”
The casual regard for his wellbeing makes his heart swell. “Kahedins seeks only a path forward,” Trahearne defends regardless, not entirely knowing why. “If I can assist him, why shouldn’t I?”
Riannoc holds his face, worry in his brilliant eyes. “I do not wish for you to stretch yourself too thinly, dearheart,” he says. “Kahedins—or any of them—can wait until the morrow.”
Trahearne leans into the touch, although he is caught on how to feel about the words. Yes, they can all wait, but they do not have to, if he can help them. Then again, why does his soul yearn so for the rest and care his beloved provides?
“I suppose you’re right,” he acknowledges, perhaps a bit too easily. Riannoc smiles, radiant as the sun.
“Perfect,” he says. “Make no mistake—I harbour no desire to discourage our brother from his pursuits. He has even said he will shape us a house, though the Grove is already our home. Imagine that—privacy. We can do much out of sight from seeking eyes.”
This time his tone is certainly teasing. Trahearne feels himself flush. It is ludicrous how easily this man can summon such a response in him, when his role amongst them all is to retain his composure. Ludicrous, embarrassing, and a little dangerous. Riannoc probably delights in his mysterious ability.
A strong hand winds around his waist and he yelps at it, caught by its grip and surprise. Riannoc grins, his daring spiking the Dream—he has too much, more than enough for both of them and then some—and pulls him close.
“But nothing that cannot be done beneath a shadowed enough canopy,” he says.
“Rian—noc!” Trahearne pushes at him, though his indignation is spiking to something warmer. Riannoc is—he is a lot, sometimes, and he wants… things, other times, perhaps more than Trahearne would want them, but that are nonetheless thrilling. And he has a way of getting what he wants, just as he had gotten Trahearne, and speaking of having Trahearne—
Roza surfaces from the Scrying Pool with a cooling inhale, shaking the water from his head. Well. Never should anyone say that history is boring. Trahearne, seated on the pool’s lip, reaches down to help him out.
“Did all go well? You emerged rather abruptly,” he asks in concern as Roza swings his legs out of the water.
“You were about to start fucking. Thought it might be best to make my exit.”
Trahearne makes a face like he has just stepped in a mountain of griffon shit he somehow hadn’t seen directly underfoot. Roza grins at him, wringing out his braid.
“Not that the show wouldn’t have been entertaining,” he says, “But I have better things to do with my two minutes.”
Trahearne doesn’t even argue that. “Thank you for—by the Tree. There should really be some sort of censor.”
“I could feel everything you were feeling—woo!” Roza fans himself. “You definitely have a type, by the way.”
Trahearne gives him a long-suffering look. Roza chuckles and bends down to his diary on the ground to note his observations. Strong build, slightly above average height, strong grip. Woo. And a twinkle in his eye that he does not think a commemorative statue can capture.
“It is a kind thing you are doing,” he says when he has written all he can remember. “The newborn need guidance now more than ever, in this new chapter of society. Your home will give them a connection to the past that is ever more elusive.”
Trahearne shifts, always uncomfortable in the face of sincere praise. “It was not just my home,” he replies. He looks down. “Is not. He… would not have wanted it to stay empty and purposeless as it has been all these years. To turn it into a place of learning is a connection to our younger generations he never had the chance to form. I think I just did not want to share.”
Roza lays a hand on his arm. “He was very special to you,” he says in a lower voice. “I could tell. The respite he offered to someone in your position must have been so very rare and precious.”
Trahearne looks sad. “It was,” he acknowledges. “We had our disagreements, but… in the moment you just saw, he was mine alone. Then he died and became everyone else’s.”
Roza squeezes his arm. “I am sorry,” he says softly.
Trahearne swallows his sudden grief. What is it, to attack him here? Not just for Riannoc himself, but for every circumstance they were in in those early days. How could they have known how much they would lose? They barely knew how to live, and then they knew how to die.
“Thank you for agreeing to do this in my stead,” he says. “I do not know if I could have… well, you are aware.”
“Of course, darling.” Roza tips his head to the side, a gleam in his eye emerging not unlike one from thirty years past. “Do you want to stop at the Diving Pelican? The Priory?”
“As a consolation prize for knowing you nearly experienced getting skewered by my old lover firsthand?” Trahearne grumbles good-naturedly.
“As a consolation prize for perhaps never getting to do the skewering yourself, hm?” Roza bats his eyelashes. “Although you did not seem to have any issue with that.”
This is what he gets for opening the gates to the wilderness. “Let us away to the Priory,” Trahearne chooses, getting up. “I am taking advantage of your pass to the restricted section.”
“Didn’t seem terribly restricted,” Roza shoots in right before the gates close. Trahearne taps him on the tip of his pointy nose as admonishment.
“Get it out of your system before we get there,” he sighs, resigned. They wave to the gate guards as they near. They salute smartly.
Roza salutes back. “We are heading straight for the erotica,” he bargains without moving his mouth.
“Deal. But no stealing,” Trahearne returns similarly.
“We’ll see what you say when we get there.”
Which is fair. Trahearne takes his hand, and they step through the gate.
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Ahhhhhh I'm actively working on finishing the beedlink fic and a zero draft for a bang fic and a zero draft for the little Fred/Oliver/George fic and now my brain had to start figuring out a proper plot for a longfic? Bro, we had no ideas at all for six months, what are we doing 😭
#trying to juggle all this like 👁👄👁#my plan is to finish one of the current projects before i start seriously working on the longfic but like#like bro#i have *so many* ideas for this longfic#its fred/oliver/george (bc duh. the brainrot. the ot3. the 🤌. you understand.)#and just like#oliver has a horrible quidditch accident leaving him permenantly disabled but like#the wizarding world is horribly ableist#because 'magic can fix all ailments!!1!!'#until it cant#because theres some things (lots of things actually) that modern medicine cant fix#so why would the wizarding world be any different?#and#and yknow what#ive never really *written* about being physically disabled before#sure ive written ptsd and anxiety and autism before#especially visible in my ob!kin and ky!ux fics; and in my currently active beedl!nk wip#but ive never written physical disabilities before#and ive waited to be ready to#because at the end of the day#i write to cope with my life#(not always. obv. and this is a post about *me*; im chill if people write despite not coping with anything idc you do you and ill do me)#(wow im on a soapbox rn)#(whoops)#but ive yet to truly write about being disabled#ive got a few notes here and there for physically disabled characters but i have yet to write any of them#i think i might finally be ready#as soon as i finish one or two of these other active wips#if you read all of this ill love you forever <3#have a lovely day <333
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my bpr notes watching me plan where to put werewolves when i havent posted anything in 2 years
#i have an entire prologue written and a bunch of gen 5 scenes like what is wrong with me...#and i never used to be a note taker nevermind writing scenes like what#me when i started it: this is just gonna be gameplay 😁#me now looking at the random supernatural plot my brain worms made 4 gens in: 👁👄👁#things will just randomly come to me and im like wait thats kinda good...#my writer era#and like a true writer its just between me and onenote rip#court rambles
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what could be the answer? (5/8)
summary: Seungmin is a professional in the sex industry, talented beyond his years. Lust and love have no intersection or overlap in his line of work. The difference is clear-cut and well-established. Left or right. Dog or cat. Black or white.
Until he meets Seo Changbin, and then things start to blend into gray.
(Alternatively, Changbin is a music producer with too much money and heart for Seungmin to handle.)
pairing: seungbin (changbin/seungmin), minor chansung (bang chan/jisung) & hyunlix (hyunjin/felix)
rating: NC-17
posted: january 16, 2023
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Even though Seungmin said the safeword, Changbin handles appointments just as he had before. As if the prostitute hadn't had the breakdown of his career in the middle of his client's bedroom. It's better than the alternative, which would be Changbin interrogating Seungmin about what caused it. Seungmin, who is repressing his emotions with the aid of unhealthy coping mechanisms, is perfectly fine with the situation as is.
(read on ao3)
#🐶💰🐷🐇#my writing#fanfiction#seungbin#kim seungmin#seo changbin#stray kids#welcome to The Worst Thing I Have Ever Written#me staring at the cw for this chapter 👁👄👁#i'm also very super stuck writing ch7 & 8 so!!!! hope i can figure those out!!!!!!!
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trying to understand smth i wrote over a year ago like: 👁👄👁
#guys i have no idea what i meant the whole paragraph doesn't make any sense#agreeing to a publication is fun until you have to correct smth written a year ago alfkdjjsjf#me: yeah sure i'd love to do that thing!#me when i actually have to do the thing: ummm👁👄👁#agnes talking
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Art for Of Sunflowers and Moon Lillies au!!!!!
Y/N is chubby trans masc cause I never really see that and its also the Y/N's I prefer drawing aaaa :D
I'm nearly done with chapter one for the OSAML fic too!! I'll upload it onto ao3 once I have a few chapters written. Until then feel free to ask about the au cause I wanna draw so much of it lkhfslkfa
Heres their ref sheet and close ups!!
I gave Y/N piercings cause I love them, but you can picture them without any!
Also they all use he/they pronouns cause I said so👁️👄👁
S️un might use he/they/she I havent decided yet
#of sunflowers and moon lilies au#osaml au#dca au#dca x y/n#moon x y/n#sun x y/n#sun x moon#we're poly and in love with robots here#dca community#daycare attendant au
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Omg where is the inturder alert post 😭 😭
I. Searched thru ur masterlist and ur postsss it just disappeared 😔
HUH 👁👄👁, i'm sorry?? I've never actually written an intruder alert post, i've written stalkers, creeps, a bit of pervs but not an intruder...
but that's okay because I'm bored and that's a good idea.
TW: Attempted murder and a creepy stalking Ex.
Idk how it even came to this but...yeah unedited btw.
When there's an intruder alert/intruder
INCLUDING: MEGUMI AND YUJIIIIU
Megumi
You were waiting for Megumi to come home from a mission. It was late and you had already finished your missions for the day and got ready for bed; that was until the intruder alarm went off on your phone.
It didn't help that the sound of a window smashing was heard.
You sat still on your bed just staring at the notification. Uh oh. They were inside the house.
You were tired and recovering but in that moment you just felt adrenalin course through your vain.
Whoever or whatever came into the house was busy, you heard it kicking down doors down the hall from you. What were you supposed to do? We it looking for you?
You got up off the bed and ran to the other side of the room, as far as possible from the door. Yes you were a strong sorcerer but after using cursed energy all day your body was wearing out and you weren't sure how much more you could take.
Finally a loud sound of a door hitting a wall happened.
"YUJI?!" Was all you said in shock eyes imediatly falling on his pink hair. But as you looked at his face, you saw the black tattoos. It was Sukuna.
"Finally, I was starting to think you weren't here." He said with a smirk.
You could handle strong curses but Sukuna was something entirely different.
"I just came to say hello." He said walking closer to you.
No you couldn't give up or go down with out a fight, no matter how tiered you are you had to try.
You felt you back against the wall, your body was automatically moving to defense.
Before you even had a chance to strike Sukuna had his hands around your throat.
What.
Was this how it was about to end? Eyes watering unable to speak, not being able to say goodbye to Megumi?
"HEY" You heard some one yell before the hand released you, making you fall on your knees.
Your eyes were wide as you looked up to see Megumi battered and bruised but still standing in your door way just looking down at you in concern.
"Uh oh brats coming back" Sukuna said stating at the hand that let you go.
In that moment Sukuna looked down at you serious. "I will kill you" Before Yuji came back, collapsing on your floor.
"What was tha..." You were cut off by your own coughing as your airways finally started to open up. Megumi rushed to you and inspected your neck.
"Y/n don't talk right now okay, i'm sorry I didn't get here sooner, I just-I'm sorry" He said as you rubbed your burning skin.
"Maybe-you should deal with Yuji first." You said in a hoarse voice looking down at Yuji's unconscious body Infront of you.
Yuji
The T.V randomly turned off and the lights in your house flickered. Weird? Maybe it was the wind messing with power lines or something. You get an alert on your phone that there's someone outside of your house. Oh no.
Yuji wasn't back yet from his late training session and you were there, alone, in darkness. You weren't to scared, sometimes you would get these intruder alarms when birds or other wild life came to close so maybe it was just that. Or so you though until you heard someone rattling the door handle before being blinded by a torch shining through the window.
You jumped off the couch and ran into your bed room, locking the door behind you. There was no way any animal could rattle the door handle and shine a torch inside.
You felt your hands start to shake, if it was Yuji he would have used his key to get in, or the emergency key in the lock box opened by the code you both knew off by heart. You picked up your phone and texted Yuji.
Is someone coming over or is that you?
Someones trying to get in
Please come home
You nearly dropped your phone when you heard the front door creek open, they got in. You put you hand over your mouth and leaned against the door to hear where they might be. Heavy foot steps echoed through your hall and you heard a familiar voice...
"Y/nnnnn where are youu"
Your heart dropped when you realised that it was your Ex.
You know Exes are Exes for a reason, sometimes things don't work out, sometimes people aren't ready, BUT sometimes they turn into creeps. The reason you guys never lasted long was because of the last reason.
How did he find you? Why was he here?
You looked down to see the bedroom door knob turn.
"Open up" He said into the door.
Your eyes welled up with frustrated and confused tears, why, why?
"Y/N" You heard Yuji yell as he ran through the house before you felt the door knob being let go and a loud thud on the ground as you heard a mix of struggles and fighting.
You opened the door quickly, looking down to see Yuji get the guy in a choke hold.
"YUJI!" You said more relived then ever.
"ARE YOU OKAY, I GOT YOUR TEXTS BUT I DON'T KNOW IF ITS TO LATE."
"YUJI IM FINE" You said looking down in shock, the man he was holding disgusted you to your very core as you walked up to them and kicked him in the stomach.
"Take that prick" you said as he finally passed out.
"Yuji-" You said before you realised he was hugging you and you were crying into his chest.
"I'm sorry, I should have been here" he said
"Thank you"
THANK YOU FOR READING ♡
AUTHORS NOTE: YES I HAVE A THING FOR THESE THINGS. I WANT TO BE SAVED FROM DANGER. I want to be wanted okay? 🥲. Anyways have a good whatever time and reblogs r okie.
#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x reader#jjk#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x you#jujutsu kaisen x you#megumi fushiguro#megumi x reader#yuji itadori x reader#yuji x reader#itadori yuji#yuji#yuji itadori x you#fushiguro megumi#itadori x reader
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Yooo
Could I request a Hobie x gn reader where they're roommates and both can't sleep and just kinda catch eachother snooping in the kitchen at 3 am and then decide to cuddle until they fall asleep?
(Have a nice day/night!)
Ok this is funny asf bc i can imagine one of them elbow deep in some bag looking at the other like a deer in headlights while the other is "👁👄👁"💀😭
And they were (are) roommates
Hobie brown&gn!Reader
notes: fluff, could be read as platonic or going-to-be-romantic, hobie is the best raccoon out there, cuddles! We love that, author forgot how to write snackes,does he plural end in "es" or just "s"? Just ignore it, not proofread, written on the spot
You couldn't sleep. It was a simple fact, yet so fucking annoying
Dropping your gaze from the ceiling you looked at the clock beside you
2:17am
With a goan you turned around on your side, taking your cover with you and tried getting comfortable in the bed
And kept doing that for the next hour
Finally you gave up sitting up on your bed and glaring at nothing in particular
"if i ain't getting no sleep at least i can eat" you whispered, kicking off the cover with your legs as if it assaulted you
Standing up, you made your way to the kitchen quietly, you didnt want to wake hobie up, at least one of would get some sle-
Too much for that...
You stared as you tried to hold in your laughter, doing your best at a poker face attempt as the sound of something moving inside a bag stopped as your roommate , hobie, snapped his head towards you and stared at you, as if he was a raccoon you caught eating your food
Giggles started to escape your throat as the thought crossed your mind, pressing your lips together to contain your wide smile
"ay, whacha laughin'bout!?" he barked out, a frown on his face yet a smile making it way through
You couldn't hold ot any further, you threw your head back, eyes squeezed shut and howling with laughter, shoulders shaking and arm holding you up right by grasping a wall nearby
You didn't see him rolling his eyes at you and continuing to ravage through the bag he has in hand
With a more steady breath you calmed down, at least enough to talk and understand talking, giggles still bubbling up in you chest
"you couldn't sleep too huh" hobie asked, glancing at you going to the fridge
"yup" you answered "stuffing my face with food was next best option"
"fair" he agreed, noticing how you grabbed a handful of snacks, an idea popped up
"how bout we go and put on a movie, grab more snacks and make this into a movie night? -day? Eh whatever" he thought
".. Yeah that sounds good, you go, put something on and I'll grab the snacks " you answered, and he groaned
"ughh, you know i don't know how that crap works" he grumbled, going to do it anyway
You chuckled, grabbing more snacks and following him, plotting yourself on the couch and watching him trying to work out a streaming service, you're still confused on how someone (as cool as him) can't do something as simple, especially since he was your age
After a couple of tries he succeed and throws himself beside you, leaning to get the blanket on the other end of the sofa
"get closer, the blanket's too small" he reminded, you always said to replace it but you never did
Scotting closer you leaned on him and he dropped the blanket on both of you and laid down, focus drawed over to the screen in front of you
An hour in you noticed the he stopped reaching out for the m&ms on the coffee table and that his breathing slowed
Glancing up you saw he was fast asleep, features relaxed and peaceful
You decided to join him so you cozyed up to him and closed your eyes, letting his breathing, and steady heartbeats drive you to a peaceful slumper too
#spider man: across the spider verse#hobie brown x reader#atsv hobie#hobie spiderverse#hobie x reader#hobie x reader platonic#hobie brown
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Death Note Characters with a FtM S/O
(Note that I am FtM and this is self indulgent, consisting of what I would want. Not all FtM people experience gender as I do, this is written from my experience for those with a similar one)
Light
✍"I know"
✍This man is a genius. He noticed your friends using a different name and connected the dots
✍If you have dysphoria, he will buy you a binder and a packer and whatever else you need
✍He let's you borrow his clothes for some reason??? Like, he already did this, but now even more so? It feeds his god complex, seeing you look even a little bit like him
✍Totally tries to get you to get a haircut similar to his. Now his god complex is even more fueled
✍He transitions from calling you goddess to"fellow god" and it sounds really funny
✍Will write down the names of ANYONE who bullies you (which he did anyway but now in a much angrier fashion)
✍Gender doesn't matter to him anyway but he will always respect your pronouns to keep his fellow god happy
L
🍰Stares at you like this 👁👄👁
🍰He knew but didn't think you'd ever tell him because he knows he can be an asshole
🍰Glares menacingly at anyone who deadnames or misgenders you
🍰"I don't recall there being anyone named (deadname) in here. Did you confuse dreams with reality again, Matsuda? Sometimes I question whether you're fit for this job..."
🍰Then he just takes a bite of cake
🍰Literally will do anything to help with your dysphoria
🍰Watari is beginning to feel like an errand rat because he always have to buy random shit
🍰Extra cuddles on bad dysphoria days. He's already a cuddle man, but even more so when you're suffering
🍰Hypocrite. Will tell you off for not taking care of yourself
🍰If you wear a binder too long, he will stare at you until you ask what's wrong
🍰"Wash that thing"
Matsuda
💕Had no idea
💕Now he feels like a terrible boyfriend. Go comfort him!
💕HELP HIM
💕He spoils you ROTTEN. Six binders, different types of packers, manly man clothes
💕STOP HIM OR YOU'LL BOTH GO BROKE-
💕You need to remind him you aren't trying to be a stereotype. Just Y/N
💕Would fight anyone who was transphobic to you and get his ass whooped
💕He just wants to see you happy!
💕You don't call him useless like everyone else, so this is how he repays you
Near
🎲"Transgender? Now what on Earth is that?"
🎲For someone so smart, he's clueless about things like that
🎲So you explain it to him
🎲"So that explains your behavior "
🎲Wants you to feel special, but he is a baby and doesn't know how to support you
🎲SPK members buy you packers, binders, and other things on his behalf
🎲Makes a new finger puppet for you. He tries to make it more masculine
🎲It actually looks good
🎲He won't remind you to change your binder or wash your stuff like L would
🎲He literally can't. He's used to others doing things for him. Not because he's spoiled, it's just all he's ever known
Mello
🍫"And?"
🍫Doesn't care. He's not insensitive, it just doesn't matter to him. Who cares if your a guy, gal, or neither?
🍫A few hours later though he'd feel bad for his roughness and buy you a box of chocolates to make up for it
🍫Will tease that in order to be the manliest man you need a fancy scar like him
🍫If it bothers you he'll stop though. He's good at picking up on emotions
🍫Jokingly buys you a huge ass packer
🍫"Still not bigger than mine "
🍫Then he buys you a real one
🍫Uses mafia money to pay for your operations if you want them
#light yagami x reader#light x reader#l x reader#l lawliet x reader#touta x reader#touta matsuda x reader#near x reader#nate river x reader#mello x reader#mihael keehl x reader#death note x reader#death note#trans#transgender#ftm#ftm reader#alex writes
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👁👄👁 I have a request. Ramattra non-con fic and I'll make it darker. Fem!reader believes Omnics are just bots (aka don't have feelings, wants) and when she meets Ramattra she spits out that he's just a machine to follow her commands, so he fucks her instead?
Draft it and edit it, figured it out- ANYWAY, apologies this took awhile! But here we are! ♥
Hoping no other requests get ghost deleted... I have them all written down anyway.
Ramattra x Fem!Reader
Word count: 1891
Warnings: EXPLICIT NON-CON
You were there before the uprising, watching on as omnics slowly grew in numbers, completing everyday tasks that humans could already easily do. They were machines made to follow commands and not one had emotions of their own. They simply followed their programming, whether that was cooking, cleaning, serving guests. Omnics were basically slaves to mankind.
That was until the uprising happened. Omnics all over the world began having their own thoughts and feelings. They were sentient, and many fought to keep that. Lives were lost, both human and machine, and before long, omnics were mixed in with human affairs, living day to day lives much like any other species would.
While many accepted it, you did not and everyone knew that. It’s probably why many people avoided you, but to hell with them, right? Machines are meant to work, humans are meant to leisure. Omnics don’t have wants or needs, they don’t have their own emotions. That was something you had believed and stuck to.
That was, until you pissed off the wrong omnic.
Ramattra arrived at the base some weeks ago, however you were mid mission, not aware there was a new visitor among fellow colleagues. He already had a room made up for him - one fitted with a bed, not that he needed it, a desk for his private workings as well as a wardrobe for his cowls and assortment of clothes he rarely wore.
He had heard the stories of your disdain for omnics, and hatred coursed through his wires. While he had somewhat grown to be more friendly to humans, he had already begun hating you, and he hadn't even met you. He had heard stories of how you had mistreated omnics, and he knew that you would never accept him for who he was. He was determined to prove you wrong, but he knew that it would be difficult.
There was a tension in the air around him whenever someone mentioned your name, that anger rising within him more. You were a threat to him, a target for him to eliminate one way or another.
When you returned, hands fumbling with the reports you finished on the ride back, you handed them over to the commander before heading straight to your room. Throwing the bag on the bed, you flop down next to it, groaning at the achiness in your shoulders and back. It was a tough mission, but one that was successful nonetheless.
You did your job and that’s what mattered most. While you were suffering a few bruises, scrapes and a shallow wound to your arm, nothing major happened to warrant a trip to the med bay. It was almost a perfect no casualty mission, until one member suffered near fatal wounds from a nearby explosion. It was something that made you freeze for a moment before picking yourself back up and continuing the task at hand.
Heading to the bathroom, you strip off your clothes, letting them pile on the bathroom floor before letting the water run warm for a shower. A bath would be nice, but you wanted to sleep sooner rather than later.
Letting the water embrace your body instantly soothed some of the achiness in your shoulders. It was a comforting feeling, knowing that you were safe within the confines of your quarters. With shaky arms, you scrub your body, feeling the tightness within the muscles as you stretch and tense, hissing in slight pain.
Blood seeped through the wound, something of which stung as the water and suds hit the open cut. Sucking in a breath, you analyse it, pulling at the skin. Shallow and not life threatening; a relieved sigh escaped you.
Minutes pass by, the water turned off and your body dry and clothed as you sit on the edge of the bed, looking down at your hands. With another inhale, you stand, heading to the door. Upon opening it, you freeze.
“What the hell do you want?” You look up at the omnic before you, the tall, brooding figure blocking your exit.
“A greeting would be nice, but I assume you’re too crude for that.” He retorts.
“Excuse me?” Crossing your arms over your chest, you glare up to the white faceplate.
He huffed, head tilting slightly. “I have heard stories.”
“So?”
“So? Is that all you have to say?” His figure gets a little taller as he stands straight.
You squint, feeling the tension in the air. “What are you getting at?”
“I was hoping the stories were wrong, but I stand corrected.”
You smirk, taking a step forward. “Why do you care? You’re just a machine built to follow orders that are thrown to you, no matter who they come from-”
All air got caught in your throat as his hand comes up and grips it tightly, squeezing as he pushes you backwards into your room. The door slams shut behind him and he locks it effortlessly.
“What-” You choke out, feeling your body being pushed backwards onto the bed.
“We are more than machine.” Ramattra growls, his vocaliser low. His body pushes against you, full weight trapping you down against the mattress.
A whimper escapes you as you try to fight back, arms grabbing and hitting the omnic to try and get him off of you. “Get off! What the fuck is wrong with you?”
A sly chuckle escapes the omnic while he watches you squirm. “What is wrong with me? Perhaps, you should rethink your words.”
You glare up, eyes focussing on the red flickering lights on his forehead. A hand travels down your body, pulling and tugging at the shorts you were wearing.
“No- Don’t-” With wide eyes and a panic surging through your body, you continue to push against him, but his weight was too much.
“Oh?” He chuckles once again, one hand keeping you held down on the bed by your throat as the other pulls down the fabric of your shorts and underwear. “Finally realising your mistake?”
His fingers waste no time in entering you, hard digits pushing and scissoring the soft walls inside. The yelps you release only fuelled him more, thrusting his fingers in further.
“St-stop!” Your hands grip onto his metal frame, one final attempt to push him off but to no avail. His hand never leaves your throat as the other violently thrusts into you.
“Someone like you should be punished in every way imaginable.” His vocaliser lowers again, seemingly enjoying the abuse he’s handing out. “Perhaps you should be more mindful of your words.”
“F-fuck you.” You spit, feeling lightheaded as you feel his hand clamp down harder.
Between the whimpers and yelping, Ramattra’s circuits grow warm with the feeling of power that he has over you. The coarse mewls escaping your throat only fuel his rage further, removing his fingers from inside of you before he slips off his privacy plate and throwing it to the side.
Dragging his metallic fingers over his cock, coating it with your juices, he wastes no time in lining himself up. He watches your eyes widen, a smug feeling flowing through his wires as he shoves himself inside of you, eliciting a scream from you. He’s quick to move a hand to your mouth, muffling the cries for help and the screaming for him to stop. Tears prick your eyes, slowly rolling down your cheeks as you violently shake your head to the side.
Hands pushed and pulled, trying to get him to let go, but no matter what strength you could muster out, nothing would work. Your breathing was shallow already, growing harsh as his grip never faltered on your neck and mouth.
When he saw you turning red, eyes rolling back, he leans in close, his voice barely a whisper.
“Scream and you will suffer more than what is happening now.”
With eyes wide with shock, you nod frantically, wanting to breathe. Wanting to live.
He waited for a moment, and when he deemed you worth enough of air, he let you go; both of his hands moving to grab your wrists, pinning you completely on the bed.
The air filled your lungs instantly, a few gasps made your head fuzzy as he adjusted himself, pulling out and snapping his hips back to yours. The metal stung as it connected to your bare skin, his pace was relentless as he kept slamming into you, cock hitting deep inside as he didn’t faulter in speed or strength.
“P-Please… Stop…” You cry out, feeling the bruising grip on your wrists get tighter. Everything hurt, your muscles tightening in your shoulders as your throat scratched with every breath released.
“Not until you have learnt your lesson.” He snarls, moving your wrists up above your head, gripping them with one had as his other grabs at your chest. Rough hand movements pulled and tugged at your skin, grabbing your breasts as he continued to thrust hard. He pinched, listening to your cries that you tried to keep quiet.
Ramattra never slowed, cock hitting deep inside, bruising both the inside and outside of your body. His metal frame creaked slightly, fans whirring quickly to try and cool himself down as he grunts. His optics lock onto your eyes, aperture focusing onto your disgruntled face, eyebrows furrowed in pain, eyes shut tight as you bite your lip, wanting the assault to be over.
The quiet sobs and cries are music to his receptors as his hips snap to yours. He feels your pulse through your wrists as his hand tightens around them.
“Such a pitiful human, but such a good girl for me.” He coos, faceplate hovering above your face as his optics look over you once more before he buries his head into the crook of your neck, feeling the soft hum of your vocals as you whimper. “You are taking me so well. Such a good human… A good pet.” He felt your heartbeat rise suddenly, a chuckle escaping his vocaliser.
Despite the cries, despite the pain, you could feel him tensing. Not just his hands around your wrists, but his entire body.
He felt it too, knowing he was close. Circuits sparked inside, fans whirring quicker as his sensors flared up with many errors. Optics flickered alongside the lights on his forehead as he snaps his hips one final time into you, quickly moving his hand to cover your mouth as you scream out.
His sensors seize up, servos frozen as he temporarily reboots. A warm feeling fills you as you shake your head, nudging his hands away from you as you push his frame back. Panting heavily, with tear stained cheeks you keep pushing before he wakes back up.
“Get the fuck off of me.”
Ramattra chuckles, vocaliser clicking as it resets. “I see you still have not learned anything.” He sits up straight, pulling you back to him by your hips.
“Don’t-”
“Oh, my sweet little thing.” His thumbs dig into the dips of your hips, pushing against the bone, threatening to bruise. His cock rests against your already bruised cunt as he leans down to glare at you.
Ramattra’s optics scan you, noticing the shift in demeanour. He thought he got through to you, but not quite. He sighs, leaning further to your ear as his vocaliser lowers.
“Perhaps another lesson is needed.”
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Sooooooo a little birdie told me you hadn't written Freddy having period sex with reader so I think we need to remedy this hehehe, I want it as nasty and wild as you want to go with it, it is Freddy after all and he is a Certified Freak TM. I would also be very partial to any sort of lower back massage or any sort of physical comfort he wants to give the reading before/during/after the sexy times, honestly a bit of massage during the Blood Moon always hits the spot and it would make things all the better hehehehe And Freddys usual dirty mouth during something like this is also appreciated 👁👄👁
You requested this a while ago but hey I know we are both on the rag atm and the inspo hit so here it is! I hope you enjoy this fucking filthy as hell period sex piece with our fave bastard.
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Rating. Explicit. Length. 3.5K. Freddy Krueger X GN! AFAB! Reader. No Pronouns Specified. Words Like Cunt And Tit’s Used. Reader On Their Period. Warnings: Period Sex. Massage. Panty Snatching. Vaginal Fingering. Blood Play. Nipple Play. Mild Painplay. DUB CON! Restrained Reader. Eating Out. Vaginal Sex. Squirting. Dirty Talk. Praise. Degradation. So Much Fluids. Freddy Is Disgusting. Messy Kink. Just Such Messy Sex.
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I Just Want To Help.
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You felt like shit.
It wasn’t always the case when you were on your period but this one has been truly hellish. Cramps, boating, tenderness, a train wreck of emotions and of course, naturally, a veritable river of blood. You finished work for the day, unable to cook. You brought home take out, camped out on the couch with a heating bag and a blanket and some tea and a comforting movie. You downed something to help with the pain but it was barely touching it, you were so fucking tired and you hoped that sleep would be a good remedy.
You are zombie-like as you go through your night routine, brushing your teeth, doing your skincare and the rest to really wind down and then you are in bed. The sheets felt so fucking comfortable and smooth, you sink deeper into the mattress, fully relaxing and sleep overtakes you in just a few short minutes.
He had the funniest sense of timing.
Freddy doesn’t pay a visit every night but he more than makes up for it when he does show up for you. He is on you in short order, he used to draw it out and tease but when there is a more sizable gap, he almost doesn’t have patience for that, if you dared to call him out on being needy however he might get violent. You don’t think you could take much brutality tonight, his hands are on your body before he even greets you, rough scarred hand one arm, butter soft leather, sharp and cold metal on the other. His hands slide up, the sharp tips of the blades of his glove don’t break your bare skin, goosebumps are left in their wake, he leans in closely, you feel the warm breath on the side of your face and hear his voice in your ear, “Heya honey.”
Oh honey, huh? Sweet name, you wonder why but he cuts in, “You feel awful. What’s going on?”
Right of course, he is IN your head, he can feel all you do, absurdly keyed into your emotions and the sensations running through you. The monthly curse hasn’t coincided with any of his visits to this point, shockingly, but you know that you can’t hide it, he won’t drop this and he will find it out the same way he does everything. Hell he could do it right now but he likes not knowing every single thing, some things he wants you to tell him, force yourself through uncomfortableness for his pleasure or his amusement, so you spill. “Just not feeling well, my period hit me like a truck.”
He makes a sound of pity, that sweet and sickly, mocking, “Awe.”
His hands move again, arms come around your middle, hugging closer, invading your personal space the way he did easily and without care, “Oh poor thing.”
The contact felt nice, or it did, until he squeezed you much tighter and it makes you groan, “Christ, ease up-”
“That sensitive, huh?” The question is asked in that very teasing tone that can only come from him. Your hands latch onto his forearms and you try to pry them off as you respond with a nod, “Mmm, very.”
“Sure seems like it, good thing I decided to visit tonight.” He doesn’t let you move his arms, keeping them locked around you and so you give up.
“Why’s that?” You asked and he hummed out, “Cuz I can help you out.”
A quiet laugh spills out, “How are you gonna do that exactly?”
“I have my ways.” A sharp snap of the fingers on his un-gloved hand and all of a sudden everything was different. You were not in the boiler room any longer, you were instead on your stomach on a bed that you had become very familiar with over the past few months. Before you can look around you feel the mattress shift with him getting onto it, there he was, his hands on your back, the first thing you notice was that his glove suspiciously absent. You then feel something you haven’t from him previously, his hands on you is a familiar feeling, but their current action is not.
It isn’t like you have never experienced a massage before, you had, but by his hand? Never. It feels so fucking good. Your head tips, forehead leans on your forearms and your eyes closed as you could feel yourself practically melting into the mattress with a moan. You had no idea how much you needed this until he began the process, again the benefits of him being in tune with your mind and body meant he could pick up on what you needed before sometimes you even knew it. He really gets into it, doesn’t wait to properly see your reaction as if he is overly confident and just knows that it is good, no, that he is good.
Your shirt had been stripped a while ago, it was ten minutes later and you were feeling delightfully boneless. He was capable of bringing you great pain and pleasure. You knew that more than you knew just about anything but still him doing it in this way you had never counted on. He had been relatively quiet, just small verbal check-ins, letting you lose yourself to feeling more than prattling on and on like he was known to do. “How you feeling?”
A shaky moan is your response, breathed out on an exhale, and he taunted, “No words so soon?”
You laugh, a light thing that could be misconstrued as a scoff, you lean your head up slightly and tell him, “M’ good. I’m very, very good.”
“Pain letting up?” He inquired and you nodded, “Mmhm, not totally but doing better.”
“Oh no, still sore?” He asks, a sympathetic click of his tongue and you tell him, “Unfortunately.”
His hands hadn’t stopped working this whole time, sweeping down the expanse of your back, knuckles pressed over your spine, more pressure was released and you groaned. He is leaning down, you feel him press closer to your body, the heat of his body providing more comfort as his hands continue.
He expresses his previous sentiment again, "Poor thing...", his lips touch down on the back of your neck as his thumbs dig harder into your lower back, "Poor, utterly delicious thing."
Movements do not stop, neither his wandering hands nor his mouth as they press on exploring. More kisses are laid and you hear him again, "You know what else could help ease the ache?"
He moves. One hand stays resting on your lower back and the other slips down between your legs, he cups your cunt through the underwear and shorts you wore to bed, “I hear orgasms are one of the best forms of pain relief.”
“You’ve only heard?” You ask teasingly and he continues, “You should know by now I deal more in giving pain than relieving it, sweetheart. But for you? I’ll try anything once.”
Isn’t he so generous?
“An intensely charitable offer but-” He moves again, his other hand locks on your hip, he makes you grind onto his palm and you moan, “But what?”
“Buuut-I, ah, I don’t know I’ve never, not while this is happening-” He cuts in, “All the more reason to try it.”
No more protesting from you and the part where he tries to craft a convincing verbal argument from him was over. His hand picks up the effort, fingers stroke down with more pressure and you moan, he does the motion again and again, purposefully dragging over your clit and you squirm when you feel it happen. Your underwear is wet, you can feel it stuck to you, plastered and it makes your eyes fly open, “Shit, stop, stop-”
“Awe what’s the matter?” He asks and you tell him, “M’ leaking-”
“And what? You’re worried about bleeding on your sheets?” He asks and you say, “Yes!”
He laughs with another strong press of his fingers, “C’mon what are you going to do about that? You’re dead asleep right now.”
“Yeahhh, but I don’t have to be, wake me up.” You asked and he laughed much, much harder before he stops rubbing you and his hands lock on your sides and he starts to flip you over, “No fuckin’ way.”
“What? Why not?!” You exclaim and when you are thrown onto your back you yelped, he tells you next, “And pass up this golden opportunity? Fuck no.”
“Freddy, please-” He starts to tear down your shorts and you attempt to stop him but that ineffable force you had gotten used to feeling around him is back, as if bonds as strong as chains but as light as air coil around your wrists and yanks them up, holding them on either side of your head. “There you go, be good for me, no more struggling.”
“Freddy stop it-” You plead but you are helpless, he’s made you helpless. He is removing your shorts and underwear as he says, ”Soooo emotional.”
Anger flares for a second, “Asshole let me go!”
He playfully pouts before he says “Now c’mon babe, you can trust me, I just wanna help.”
You catch a glimpse and Christ you had almost bled through your shorts, your underwear stained and a total mess, you groan, brows pinched together and he looks…Happy? “Oh I’m keeping these.”
“What?” You asked and he held them up, “I said M’ keeping them, you are never getting these back.” A snap of his fingers and they disappeared to God knows where.
You feel extraordinarily exposed, naked and held down on this bed, at his mercy, your mind is racing and his hand is back between your spread thighs, Fingers drag up, catch the mess of blood leaking out before swirling over your clit, using the slick crimson as lube, making you moan anew. “There you go, Freddy’s gonna take away all the hurt, just relax.”
His fingers slip and then ease inside of you and you realise that your preferred method for dealing with this hellish time has been disposed of by him. His fingers shouldn’t be getting to this depth without being obstructed but this is a dream, he is in control and can do anything, including removing a vital tool for personal hygiene without you even noticing. His fingers are moving in and out so easily, it sounds obscene, soaked, he curls them touches that spot that makes your toes curl and you cry out, “Fuck! Freddy please, wa-wait-”
Again, ever the mind reader he says, “I know you’re worried about ruining the sheets.”
A nervous nod, you were, his fingers slid out with a wet squelch, he inspected his fingers, they are coated in blood and he admits, "I'm dying to taste you."
His hand came up and he drew his fingers into his mouth and sucked deeply. You cannot believe he is doing this so shamelessly, it leaves you speechless. He removes his fingers and sighs a small, “Fuck, that is good.”
He addresses you once again, his hands on your thighs and he says easily as he continues his previous thought, “Well don’t be. Lemme help stop the leak.”
You wonder what he means until he drops down suddenly, in between your legs, his stomach to the bed and he is pulling your legs over his shoulders. You begin to complain, beg for a moment, for him to slow down because what was he about to do to you but his mouth is on you and instead the word isn’t able to form, replaced with a pitched up gasp. So that is what he meant. His tongue runs up through your folds and he moans against you, the vibration causes your legs to twitch and your fists to clench. He is eating you whole, no hesitation and further still with passionate fervour. Strong tongue flicks up over your clit before his lips wrap around it, another hum, your thighs tighten around his head and he pulls off with a very sloppy smack. It hits how he is so willing to do this for you even during this, accepting of and hungry for you no matter what or when.
You have no clue how he does it, he switches between tasks so seamlessly, from sucking on your clit to his tongue diving deep into your hole, fucking into the sopping passage. Then it doesn’t feel like there is a switching, as if somehow he is able to suck and lick your clit and tongue fuck you at the same time, like he somehow has two mouths.
You try to look down the length of your body but another thrust of his tongue in combination with a violent suck of your most sensitive flesh is leaving you breathless, “Ho-how the fuuuuck ar-are you able to-? Ah! Ahnn, do that?”
You hear his voice inexplicably even though his mouth is still clearly busy, “I like keeping some secrets.” You are moaning incoherently, the pleasure is insane, you can’t stay still, were it not for how he was holding you down you think you’d buck off the bed, you feel it build and then crest and you nearly scream his name as it overtakes.
He works you through it amazingly well until you are actually struggling to breathe. Your legs drop and he comes up and before you know it he is kissing you, eyes fly open as you are confronted with the taste of it all, salt and iron and slick and spit, you want to rip yourself away, it’s so messy but you have to admit, it makes heat spark inside you. Clit pulses, another rush of arousal as his tongue is smoothing over yours and you think fuck it, you’re into the depravity of it, you know he isn’t going to judge so you lean into it. You steer into the skid, you kiss him back just as nasty as he was kissing you.
When you pull away and see him you are sure your face is in a similar state, “Filthy fucking slut.” He isn’t wrong. You can feel the red stickiness around your mouth, on your cheeks, your chin. “Fuck, you taste so, so good. I need more.”
“Wait, more? Are you su-OH!” You gasped out and he was back down there, once again working you over. You had no idea it could feel this good, that you would be this sensitive, you knew hormones could elevate but you were never one for masturbating on your period much, seemed too messy to bother and this was VERY messy but you are quickly finding that to be a plus.
After another two times of reaching your peak he is coming back up for air as you are still shuddering your way through the aftershocks. You are not very verbal at the moment, you feel half here, he is spreading your legs wider, eyes down and looking at you, “Look at that disgusting gash, still spilling blood like a fresh wound-”
He looked manic, he’d lost the sweater sometime after your second orgasm but before your third, there was scarlet down his chin and neck, almost coming to his chest and with another snap his pants were gone. You feel the restraints on your wrists lift and he pulls you down, drags you close and he pushes his hips forward, the head of his dick drags over your over sensitive clit before coming to prod at your sticky hole, “Look at that.”
You did, eyes glance down and you take in the view, him poised and ready, about to fuck you till you were completely senseless and you couldn’t wait. “Freddy, please, do it.”
“Oh you want it now?” He asks and you nod, “Mmf, right now, please, please, please.”
“Alright but remember. You asked for it doll.” He slams his hips forward, makes you take him in one stroke, forces it and your whole body seizes from the intense and sudden feeling of him stretching you open. No time is wasted before he is pulling out halfway and then driving back in, he sets the pace, and you are meant to take it.
You asked for it, remember?
He is vicious, brutal, inhumane in how he fucks you, totally feral and animalistic. He is normally into it on the best of days but it is as if you unlocked a whole new level in him that you had not previously been privy to. He is being loud, every time he bottoms out there is a curse or a groan, a sharp exhale through gritted teeth. “You feel so fucking good, your hole is so sloppy, just listen to it-” Another harsh series of thrusts in and out and he was right, you sound disgustingly wet. “-could listen to that on repeat forever.”
He has you almost folded in half, hands under your knees, pressing and pushing until he has you rest your ankles on his shoulders. In this position it mostly is able to do two things, one, for him it makes you even tighter and two, for you, it hits that one place inside that makes all thoughts leave and all words tumble from between cracked and bloody lips a jumbled wreck. Your eyes unfocused, drunk on sensation, dragged along for the ride and forced to feel just what he wanted you to, made to ride it out, one hand now that it is free is at your chest, palming one of your tits and you groan, mumbling out, “S-sore, sensitive-”
“Awe I know hon, you're sooo sensitive right now.” He tweaks your nipple and your body jolts, it makes you clench around him and he curses, he does it again and again, pulling and twisting, it’s making you practically milk him from the inside and only when he notices you tearing up does he stop. You sob out a-”Thank you”
“Don’t mention it.” He responds with a grin and his hand is between your bodies, fingers pressed to your clit and with purpose he hammers home on the place inside you that is making the pleasure radiate through your whole body and you release those hiccuping moans. You can feel another orgasm building up, but more than that, it wasn’t the first time this has happened with him, he loved to make you into as much of a mess as possible but during this time? You wanted to avoid it, you tried to warn, attempted to speak but that wasn’t happening. He mocked you for that, relentlessly, “Can’t even get a single word out, so pathetic.”
You were pathetic. You took too long and so it happened, he forced it out of you, the sting snaps, you tip over and cum but not just that, you squirt. Your thighs are already coated in half dried and tacky residue, blood has been leaking out at a startling rate, he had been fucking it out of you so the sudden and large gush, the position and pace made you paint him. It isn’t easy to get the drop on him or surprise him but his hips falter upon feeling the hot splash of liquid he looks down and it makes him moan. You weren’t over your orgasm before he starts fucking you with renewed vigor, “Holy shit, yes, just like cutting into a warm body-”
Oh my God of course. Everything mixed together so when you squirted it wasn’t just the usual clear liquid, he was already so covered in your blood, sweating from the effort, the extra wetness makes it look and feel like a massive splatter of blood was just delivered onto him. You got his chest, stomach and yes, of course, his cock currently burying balls deep into your cunt. Apparently this proves too much for him, your thighs are trembling, overstimulated, blood covered and frankly exhausted he cums. He unloads in you, a few more shallow thrusts as he wrings out every single ounce of sensation from his climax. You were heaving, totally slack but there wasn’t time to rest. He was up by your head, standing on his knees on the mattress, his fingers in your hair, tugging it up and forcing his softening cock against your lips, “You gotta clean your mess up.”
A soft hum, your eyes half open, you look up at him, his coated shaft resting against your cheek and he says, “C’mon you and I both know that you’ll do it after that make out.”
He was right. With a sigh and a roll of your eyes you set to work, lips part and you set to it, licking, sucking, tasting the heady mix of your slick, his cum and of course the squirt and blood, all together it hits the palette in a not entirely unpleasant fashion. “There you go. Goood, knew you loved this jus' as much as me.”
He coos softly, his hand pats your cheek condescending, you didn't know about loving it just as much as him but it was fun and it did feel good. He asks, “You feelin’ better? No more pain?”
You think for a second and then slip him out of your mouth, “Damn it you bastard you were right!”
“I’m right all the time! Don’t sound so shocked!” He laughed and you protested, “I dunno, I wouldn’t say that you are right all the time.”
“Don’t make me fuck you until you literally can’t talk back.”
A heavy silence, you consider if you should, but then you decide it’s a good idea so you say, “I doubt you could.”
He sighs heavily, “Such a fuckin’ brat.”
“You love me.” You state simply and your note that he doesn’t correct you.
#Freddy Krueger X reader#slasher x reader#BHF writing#BHF asks#Hoooo#So never wrote period sex before but fuck it#Enjoy
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Thank you for all the BvS Lex content plz keep it coming 👁👄👁
btw have u ever written anything else about him?
-J.
Haha you're welcome! I haven't, I think this series was kind of my first dive into his character. And, of course, it took me a while to work up the nerve to write from his perspective.
Back when I was finishing up a coral room, people were like "you're not going to make me feel bad for Lex in the sequel, are you?" and then I absolutely did my best to make them feel bad for Lex from there on out LOL.
He's a complicated character. He's not a good person. He's hurt Clark and Bruce in several different ways. But he's also trying to be a better person and use his "powers" (vicious outlook, money, and absolute loyalty to a pack) for good.
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CPN : Times when 🔴🟢 rumor house post was telling the truth ✨
yes. this is a clickbait title and i’m trying to deceive you. lol. because everything is fake and nothing is real. these are instances when posts from this source caused people in the fandom to go 👀 because of something they pointed out or a moment they mentioned that came true later on. the truth factor depends on who is looking cause you might argue that it’s all interpretation and we’re all looking at things with a bxg bias.
I’ve been wanting to make something like this since I started making cpn posts and it’s finally here! I also want to have a place where I can point people to when asked why turtles love LRLG so much. Aside from the individual posts I’ve been making recently and the usual: ‘they shared stuff that seem to come true.’ answer, I think it’s good to have actual examples to those who wanna know. Enjoy! 🍂
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1. Tencent Starlight 2020 Ring - This is my favorite and have a bit of a bias because it’s one that made me believe LRLG is on to something. So the rumor goes that GG gave something to Web to keep in his pocket when he performed. Web was holding onto it in his pocket to keep him company and for him to not be nervous. Web is confident when it comes to performing especially when it comes to dance but this one— he was only singing. We CPN that it’s a ring because of the close-up videos & photos of Web’s pocket and it doesn’t help thatwhen GG made a douyin later in the day, he was no longer wearing his ring. THE FACT THAT A FAKE RUMOR HAD TO POINT IT OUT for us to notice is just one of the biggest BJYX mystery. How did that person know. 👁👄👁
20 minutes before Wang laoshi got on the stage
WLS: What should I do now, I'm nervous (He didn't seem to be nervous at all)
XLS: You can do it by yourself
WLS : So ferocious (But his mood was totallydifferent from before, he started to be naughty) Put you in my pocket
XLS : I'll stay in the pocket and help you to be in tune (with your song)
full english translation is here for maximum feels.
😭😭😭😭
2. Birthday message - In Oct 2020, a post was released that included a part that said : birthday means you are 1 year older and someone told you to grow up slowly. So this is apparently GG’s message to Web. Aside from it being sweet, it’s a coincidence that a year later, the YBO birthday message we all CPN was written by GG had a similar message:
When you are tired, I hope you can skateboard freely in an open venue, or ride a motorcycle across the wild. All this time, you just have to be a better version of yourself, and that better version of yourself is defined by you. Everything is cool, grow up slowly, in seconds, become yourself. Happy birthday to 24-year-old @UNIQ-王一博.
It makes me so soft thinking that this is what GG wants for Web. Even if the whole world is pushing Web to grow up so he can do all the things, GG is there to remind him to enjoy life while he is still young and don’t rush. This is also an example of LRLG having a ‘message’ before we see it related to the boys. It added weight to the CPN that GG wrote the birthday message, sometimes clues take a year or more to be “verified”.
3. Douyin overload - 12/19/2020, a post was shared where it said : WLS pouted his lips while looking at his phone. Oh, he was recording for his douyin, I thought he did something else. He recorded so many videos, some are for work and some are for fun. Well if you were here that time you’ll know that Web posted did posts lots of DY’s for the month of December. being the DY King that he is. This is a bit late but we don’t know how late submissions are posted on the weibo account from when it’s initially passed. However this is another clue that LRLG is indeed someone who works closely with Web.
4. Clip on earrings - another favorite of mine! HAHAHAHAHA! Talked about it here before and more weight was added because it was once mentioned in an LRLG rumor in 2020. A year later from when the photo @ OOL set was taken in 2019. This is a case of when we read it back then we all thought it was a cute head-canon that had no place in reality. Then GG shares that photo in 2022 and we are all going “ wait a minute.... hmmmmm...” It’s why LRLG continues to be a favorite because of stuff like this 💪🏻
WLS bought a pair of clip-on earrings and said those were for XLS. Will XLS wear clip on earrings? I guess WLS will keep it for himself after all.
5. BYH crew closeness - In Sept 2020, it was shared that CX ( Chen Xiao who is his co-star in BAH ) was teasing him about XZ. It implied that they were that close for CX to know about the relationship. It seemed fake at the time because the two did not seem close during the wrap. However now we know in 2022 from the BTS, the words of the director and the fact that Web gave CX his favorite skateboard that they are friends. They just don’t advertise it. It’s a reminder to not rely on what you see outside. These two never interacted on Weibo but turns out they became friends during the shoot.
WLS was embarassed, he took his phone and left, CX laoshi was also there, he held back his laughter.
After he got back, CX laoshi asked him “Got taught a lesson?"
WLS: "It wasn't right to drink a mouthful of water though" (Although he was taught a lesson, I still wanna say that, please take that happy look off your face a little bit)
CX laoshi "Drink a mouthful but don't let himsee you do it"
WLS: "I don't know where he saw that"
(I didn't pay attention to what he drank)
CX laoshi "Then take small sips, there maybe a spy here"
6. VogueFilm collaboration clue - Source is this BXG who looked in to this in detail. On 10/15/2020, LRLG post had a line that said keywords like vest, good condition and ‘this cooperation is perfect.’ At the time, people didn’t know what LRLG was talking about and who Bobo is cooperating with. Then on 11/2, Vogue released the first teaser for Bobo & Zhou Xun collab for the magazine.
According to the words used in the fake material: "[The day] two people made an appointment for a movie, and the state is good as it should be" [the day], it can be seen that the shooting date is a few days before the submission date (it will not be the day before, otherwise the contributor would be [yesterday] instead of [that day]). Therefore, it is roughly inferred that the shooting date is before 10.11.
OP made lots of deduction based on Web’s schedule that the shooting was 10.10 and with the keywords said, it’s really the Vogue Film shoot LRLG was referring to. A more clear evidence tho is YBO posting a comic strip that is inspired by the VF shoot and the date written on the “script” is 10.10.
See, at the time 🍉 were not really that popular ( back in 2020 ) so people will not know if there is an upcoming magazine collaboration. This also show how different LRLG is, because they just share things that are happening and interactions they see between the boys and don’t leak any solid information about projects they work on. In this example they can easily say : Bobo is working with a really famous movie actress for a magazine to gain more clout but they didn’t. They never do.
7. YBO 🤝 XZS - There are lots of submissions that talk about their staff working together and knowing about their relationship. I won’t go into detail anymore cause I ( and other bxgs ) post lots of similarities between what these two studios post and is a “proof” that it may be true. It’s not that we’re implying the two have no money to pay for their own staff or something. Lol. It’s just that they are considered one household and their staff will overlap at some point. ☺️
8. Stage design - 11/16/20, LRLG was talking about Web supervising what visuals should be on stage for a performance. It went like this :
XLS sang, we heard when we were resting in the stage, it is not complete. I don't know anyone else. I didn't know about XLS’ activities at the time. WLS also listens to XLS’ songs, he doesn't care much.
What I want to say is the stage of Mr. Wang. The background that the staff first gave combined with the spotlights came out of that room...
WLS is not very satisfied after watching the video and he wants to add some elements, to add the moon, and to have a sense of starry sky. But there is no suitable image element, the stage effect is wrong. At that time, the staff asked whether it was necessary to have both elements? Mr. Wang said to think about it. I don't know where the inspiration came from when I came back "Can the stars be broken a little to fill this place?”
BXGs think it might be these two performance that could be what the rumor referred to. Either VOF or he was giving ideas to GG’s stage.
9. Scary Douyin post by GG - On 10/18, same day that creepy DY was shared, there was a contribution that talked about people on set doing doing a game but Web did not join. Then DLS ( da laoshi ) found him, it wasn’t said what he was looking at but DLS commented : I think it's funny, don't you think it's funny?
BXGs think it’s this DY post. GG might have sent it first to Web to see his reaction and clown him. We know Web isn’t exactly fond of scary/creepy things so maybe that’s why he didn’t it find it funny. I can only imagine him expecting some thirst trap or pretty picture and ended up with this 😂😂😂
Again, we’re operating on the assumption that this was submitted days before the actual date.
10. The handheld fan - this is a pretty short one from 9/4/2020 and it was about a small fan. It goes WLS: "You have to keep it, don't lose it" XLS: "How dare I lose it"
Yes. How dare you lose it XLS! A really cheap fan that WLS gave you back in 2018. At this point ( 2020 ) we knew XLS still kept it and it’s important. 2 years later, we know just how, during the wrap for Where Dreams Begin we see GG holding on to it and it looks like it’s broken. but he still uses it 🥺
11. White Hair - posted 8/24/20 and is a conversation where GG says “ "Mr. Wang is so handsome with white hair" ; then GG said he will pull out Web’s gray hair. It is also implied in this whole exchange that the most romantic thing is to grow old with you 😭 There was a part where GG said : "Yes, you have to wait thirty or forty years before you have a chance" ( to pick gray hair from his head ) WHAT. Are you implying you will stay together for that long? I hope they do. 🤍
The exchange reminded BXGs of what happened in the Tianjin CQL fanmeet. Where they did a skit of meeting each other after years and Yibo’s acting included him picking Old GG’s gray hair.
12. 10/4/2020, XZ’s message to Web goes :
Just enjoy the stage and be happy. "Silence in the air, silence in the woods"
This can allude to the SDC 3 finale which was the day before. What’s interesting here is that BXGs think GG got it from a poem. We know how much GG loves him poems and just reading in general. He is so romantic.
It’s allegedly from this one :
13. Finally, LRLG sometimes posts messages that communicate with the fans. It can be a small greeting or sometimes a really nice one like this example :
You guys (cpf) are the people who make they smile whenever they think of you. So I wanna say- no matter what we got through in the past, no matter what we are going through in the present, and no matter what we will have to face in the future, thanks for your efforts.
It’s little things like this that warms our hearts as turtle. because we can’t be as loud as how we want to be and to have this appreciation ( a fake one ) from the boys is special.
I will end this here and if you noticed I posted 2020 stuff. This is because 2021-2022 contributions have been talked about in detail already and had more exposure than the 2020 ones. Also this is why turtles loved LRLG because that year was pretty chaotic and we had no insight with what going on with them — so the contributions felt like hope. 🤍
★・・・・・・★
Some LRLG related posts I made as supplement to this post. If you have been me following me for some time you might have read all of these already. ☺️
Significance of LRLG rumor house - this is a post I made that I always reference as intro to people who have no idea what LRLG is.
Why the Rumor House is not being reported
Why people trust the rumor house
052421 Rumor explanation
08132021 Rumor explanation
121221 Rumor explanation
01162022 Rumor explanation
07172022 Rumor explanation
09112022 Rumor explanation ; Mid Autumn Festival special
Green roses given to Yibo
Poem mentioned in a book GG read
Rumor of them talking about a kid’s show
Give me five
Sauced beef - this one is by @rainbowsky
I know I missed one about taking photos of the moon but I already talked about that symbolism before. Also the one with DLS / Web recording something which is allegedly the backup vocals for GG’s 2020 NYE performance.
This is really a small portion of all the hidden gems and possible truths for LRLG content. For turtles, “rumor” does not always mean LRLG. It can mean a rumor from a repo or other rumor houses ( yes there are others ) / BJYX 49 ( original ) / BJYX 49 ( new ) / those old convos we thought were fake but actually from what was then unreleased bts content etc etc. There continues to be so much bits & pieces going around regarding these two and we just wait if some of it happens. That requires another long post tbh.
I think it’s why BJYX will still be popular in the coming years and will have more & more people rooting for it. Aside from having 2 boys who are amazing being paired up, the fandom is really strong. No matter how outsiders call us delusional we actually have so much history and incidents that no other pairing has. Just recently, ZZ/WYB won a voting poll as best pairing and a LED ad of them will be screened in Thailand. Turtles weren’t even paying attention but they were so competitive and can’t bear to see the boys lose. Lol. This is how strong the Fandom is if they want to. We can even go on HS. 3 million + on weibo and more internationally and united ( well for the most part ). A drama that aired in 2019 and two people who have no public interaction for years and we’re still here. We are staying. 🤍✨
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I find it fascinating that this comic really went hard on the parallels between Obi-Wan/Anakin and Anakin/Padme, that Anakin is wound up and frantic over them both when he fears they may be hurt or dead, that he rushes off after them, but in both instances, he’s not really the one who saves them, they’ve both gotten themselves out of their jams by the time he gets there, he’s basically just there to deliver the shuttle.
It’s really telling because these two are very much the kind of people that Anakin gravitates towards, the kind who are patient and kind and banter/flirt with him, that are the type who don’t actually need his help, but still Anakin reacts the exact same way towards both of them when he fears for them, that he is capable of calming down long enough to think if he must, but that he definitely lost his shit both times.
Everything he works so hard for goes right out the window the moment his fears start to scream at him again, even when it’s very clear that it’s not necessary. Nothing in this comic was particularly dangerous or tense, it’s almost routine, yet Anakin still screams their names, still rushes off as fast as his legs can take him, still winds up not actually really even doing much.
Obi-Wan and Padme each subdue the droids, Obi-Wan chases off Grievous by himself, by the end, Obi-Wan is poring over the mission’s unsolved mysteries, Padme is comforting the daughter of the Senator who died, and Anakin’s just kind of there.
I am absolutely reading way too much into this, but the comic also had several panels of Obi-Wan being very fatherly towards the little girl when she finds them in the forest, then she’s curled up in Padme’s arms after the death of her actual father, Anakin commenting on how Padme will be a great mother one day, and it’s just such a striking parallel. Obi-Wan’s fatherly gentleness with the girl, Padme’s motherly gentleness with the girl, Anakin just sort of 👁👄👁 between the two of them, not really having a role in the story, other than to react to these two characters who don’t really need him, other than that they want him around.
If you stripped context out of these scenes, if you didn’t know that Anakin and Padme were married, if you didn’t know that het couples are too often the default, you could look at these two dynamics and think that they’re both being written with Anakin’s reaction being the same. And I’m just going to kind of quietly lose my mind about that even when I know it’s not intended or that deep.
Anyway, Anakin Skywalker has two hands and two gentle doms to hold each of them and flirt with him and tell him he’s a good boy for helping them, even when they’re standing amid the smoking wreckage of droids because they rescued themselves. Anakin Skywalker has enough fear gibbering around in his head that he has plenty for both Obi-Wan and Padme.
#obi wan kenobi#anakin skywalker#padme amidala#obikin#anidala#obianidala#meta#comics#reading comics: hyperspace stories#long post
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A SONG FOR THEM.
Type: Headcannons + Scenario
Inarizaki x Fem!Singer!Reader (Whole Team)
Summary: You're a singer, and from a popular girl band. Sometimes, you just don't know how to express gratitude for your friends and so instead, write a song dedicated to them.
No Warnings! But Just Cursing From Me.
Inarizaki:
Feral bitches alert, get your tasers ready.
Jk– anyways, basically at first they didn't know you were a singer because you never really openly sang to anyone.
...Or did so in general because you want to surprise your team. You've had a pretty hard time expressing your own emotions through words, like some other people.
And boom! One day came the thought of like...
"Why don't i just write some lyrics and make a song dedicated to them?" No shit sherlock could've done that like two weeks ago smh– 😒
ANYWAYS...so it took lots of time but you managed to get help from your bandmates to finish doing the song.
Ugh they're such good friends mine could never
And by 'it took lots of time' i mean in a week. I'm an impatient hoe leave me be *sobs* 😭
First of all, before the day of the surprise performance you texted Kita the night before and told him and the team to get to the gym early because of an "announcement".
He was confused on why you didn't just tell the GC but we just want to see them honestly /j
The moment morning came, you and your material gworls bandmates set up your shit and all that before the boys had arrived first.
Congrats, you made it just in time before Kita came.
Manz is NEVER LATE. Periodt 👏
He was looking at the music equipment like "who tf is gon' use all of this during volleyball practice"–
Boi not everything in gym is centered about you and your musty crusty team 🤡 jk i love you guys most. If you don't believe me look at my username.
The moment the rest finally arrived, the cue had started. Definitely not Suna immediately taking his phone out–
Nah actually he gon' take a video. You better prepare.
So now let's talk about their reactions...Kita may actually be the most emotional one to me for some reason. People say he's not much of a person for expression but..
HE LOVES YOU SO IT'S OKAY BABES 😍 okay lol i'll stop so let me just say it. You know that scene in S4 where Kita cries after getting his team jersey? Yep.
He looked like that. His eyes were ready to make waterfalls. But how you ask?
Ah, here we go. Of course you make meaningful lyrics.
And Kita was very touched by them. And because of that, manz was the first to realize the song was for them.
He's like, "You made this for us...? Oh. I'd have never thought you think of us that way" while close to tears I'M SUCH A DAMN SIMP UGH 😫
Aran's totally just looking at the scene while "👁👄👁" is just written all over his face lmao like rlly? You??
He's just gonna be shocked when you hit the high notes.
You're perfection to me shawty, whoever says otherwise shall face the wrath of the daddy captains– and no fr stop saying you aren't you're more than enough <3
So back to the boys, Suna's definitely just recording. Yep, i really can't leave that out.
Though you can actually see a small smile forming from his mouth because damn you so pretty up there 💞
Onto Atsumu and Osamu...oh boy.
If you don't like being cat called or disturbed in the middle of performances, you're gonna hate them /j
"LOOKING HOT BBY!" "FUCK OFF TSUMU CAN'T YOU SEE YOU'RE RUINING THE MOOD–"
Ah yes, the daily life of the Miya Twins ft. (Y/N) 💀
Omimi and Akagi just looking there, awestruck and love filled in their eyes damn i love them shdisishsjksks
Anyways, so the moment you finally get off stage, you are gonna be swarmed with men. Congrats, they're already part of your harem but you made them simp even more ✨️
Compliments coming from the twins, Kita looking at you thinking of a hundred ways to ask you of marriage–
It's getting too obvious i like him isn't it...it's true tho, he prob would be thinking of that lol.
Anyways, i hope you enjoy your fox boy harem 🦊💘
BONUS: Because the were mesmerized as hell by your band's performance they're thinking of recruiting your bandmates for their team theme song during matches.
Haha yeah, good luck dealing with that, main vocalist.
Scenario Time!
(Please listen to the song if you want! And read the english lyrics after if you want to know how emotional it is *wink*)
"I LOVE YOU!"
"Tsumu, i swear if you don't shut the fuck up.."
The sounds of booming music was heard from the gym, the calming sound of the bass along with the melodious sound of the keyboard right in tow. You were right inside– singing and conveying your feelings to the audience you had gathered.
'Even if my heart froze over, you would always be there to embrace me and tell me, "it will be okay".'
From behind his phone's screen, Suna sticks his tongue out at the twins fighting. "Hear that? I always comfort (Y/N) when she's lonely more than you two." This ticks them off. Atsumu glares right at the pussy hair boy, seemingly jealous.
"Shush, Suna!"
This keeps going on and on until the moment Kita finally tells them to stop. He just wants to hear your beautiful voice and nobody else's. Just– let him have a moment.
'And believe the world will change, it's so filled with kindness. So much that tomorrow will be dazzling, too.'
Aran had nearly begun sobbing. "What a good hearted girl." He quietly praises while watching you stand right up in front of the stage, with the biggest smile on your face as you sang.
"Can she be mine?" Akagi deadpans, stars almost coming out of his eyes. I'm afraid to tell you that you gotta get in line, (Y/N)'s already got these other boys–
...
It was done, the sounds of the instruments began to fade and you look to your team, soft expression never fading once. It was that time on that they had known you would never leave them, because with those lyrics alone, you definitely chose to stay.
Clapping. You wanted to hear that most. Because you tried hard to confess– maybe a bit too hard just thinking about the song, but it was worthwhile to see some of the boys's rare smiles.
Ah yes...both sides agree it was a real blessing to have you on their team. No take backs.
The song may have been short, but the time you'll be spending together with them will live on forever. They don't need the memories, but sometimes, exceptions can also matter.
#haikyu x reader#haikyuu!!#inarizaki#shinsuke kita x reader#aran haikyuu#miya atsumu#miya osamu#team hcs#anime x y/n#akagi haikyuu#ren omimi#hq suna#suna rinatro#inarizaki fluff#music#japanese songs#haikyuu fic#Spotify
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Guess who started being consumed by playing BG3??? 👁👄👁
In honour of this INCREDIBLE game, here's my Tav!
(Sorry that the photo quality isn't the best, these are not in-game screenshots! I just took pics with my phone, but I do wanna say that my Tav has a LOT of freckles on her body that the pics didn't do justice)
Her name is Mon'sun and SHE IS MAH FUCKING BABYYY 😭❤️❤️❤️
I plan on writing a fic with her and the star himself (AKA MY DARLING 🥰): ✨️Astarion✨️ I already have a SHITLOAD of ideas, I just wanna play some more first and see how Astarion's romance pans out before I begin! So if that's something you'd be interested in reading, thanks sooo much and deffo keep a lookout for any updates~ Also, their ship name is SunStar which is JUST THE CUTEST FUCKING THING ALSKDJSKLJ
And I just wanna give my deepest love and gratitude to my two queens @kuroosexuall and @matchamocchi 💕 They have been nothing but patient and supportive of all my SERIOUSLY unhealthy fangirling over the sassy vampy elfy as well as my OC 🥲
But for the meantime, while I still haven't written my fic, below are some (*cough* a LOT so buckle up *cough*) stuff I've thought up for Mon'sun! Just to give y'all a fun lil taste of how I imagine her as a character, though I'm sure as I continue to play I'll get even more ideas and I'll probably have to edit this or post more about her, in which all posts connected to her will be tagged as #Mon'sun and Mon'sun x Astarion being tagged as #SunStar so y'all can easily search for them if you're interested. BTW I purposely left out extra details regarding her childhood as well as her thoughts about the tadpole cuz those are stoofs I'd like to reveal and explore in my fic!
And sadly, I'm not an artist, but I'm planning on and SO excited to commission various artworks of Mon'sun and SunStar from some truly extraordinary artists when the time comes so just wait for thy eyes to be blessed! \(^o^)/ Speaking of, if y'all are ever curious about Mon'sun, please don't hesitate to send me asks and such cuz your interest in my baby would be the BIGGEST honour 🥹
Now, without further ado...
Get to know "The Scarred Bard" under the cut!
In the game, I chose Voice 8 for Mon'sun but I headcanon that her voiceclaim is annapantsu (YouTuber who does a lot of amazing song covers!! 🙌)
Her theme song is Love Runs Out by OneRepublic
She does have a last name that she took on in honour from the woman who adopted her in Baldur's Gate but she hasn't found the need to tell anyone what it is
A drow half-elf and a College of Lore bard 🎵
Tends to face a lot of discrimination due to being a "filthy half-breed" and possessing drow ancestry, not to mention her drow parent being Lolth-sworn; her blood red right eye a telltale sign and a deep, angry scar permanently carved across it a merciless reminder of what she resents about herself
Occasionally has dreams and thoughts of the goddess Lolth speaking to her, tempting her with sweet whispers of cruelty and darkness. Mon'sun tries her damndest to resist--to stay on the path of good--but violent impulses erupt when the thin string of her patience (and sanity) snaps and it feels so fucking good
Mon'sun aligns as a chaotic neutral character. While she does try to be good, she is quite an unorthodox heroine in her personal little tale and can be pushed to make extreme decisions should she feel that they are for the better...or just whichever's a more fun option 🤭
Survived a poor and bleak childhood, but full of love in her early years; certain circumstances impacted this happiness which drastically changed everything
One of the youngest in the party, only in her early to mid 20s. And though she's not sure when her actual birth date is, she does consider the day she was adopted--saved--as such
Very resilient and versatile even through the worst scenarios (likely due to her past), but would much rather avoid problems whenever possible. She may be seen as a bit of a coward because of this though she certainly doesn't mind (she'd like to keep her gorgeous head, thank you very much!). However, there are times where she exhibits great bravery, such as standing up for the weak and defending innocents regardless of the consequences. She can also be quite mischievous and defiant with her enemies, truly a bard through and through with her vicious mockery 😈
She tries to see the good in everyone, to be patient and understanding, giving them the same chance she hopes to receive if she ever finds herself in a similar situation. However, some fuckers don't deserve that kindness and a sick, exhilarating part of her deep down yearns for the bloodshed sure to stain her hands. After all... She would only be granting them a mercy by ending their repulsive, pathetic lives...right?
She is proficient with weapons though she prefers casting spells especially ones that can be utilized from a good distance (Fireball being one of her all-time favourites--efficient and hot, both in a sexy way and an "I will feed your barbecued corpses to my widdle baby owlbear" way). She's also a fantastic cheerleader; she will happily let the stronger people on the team handle the grittier scraps of battle while she does a jaw-dropping performance of ✨️Bardic Inspiration✨️ on the sidelines (Lae'zel STRONGLY disapproves)
Skilled in stealth and sleight of hand accompanied by a biting wit (seriously, she has the potential to have been a rogue instead). Tries her best to make an honest living as a wandering bard, but whenever money and options are tight then she's driven to petty thievery. Although, as much as she hates to admit it, there is something in her that utterly relishes in the intoxicating rush of crime
Lockpicking is more so a hobby rather than a necessity for her. Funnily enough, with how much she likes to explore, she probably came across and "collected" the key that opens that mysterious door advancing the party's adventure. However, the key seems to be merely decorative because Mon'sun already opened the door since the shiny lock caught her eye as soon as the party stepped into the room! She'll even lockpick a shabby chest filled with absolutely nothing simply because she finds it to be a fun game to pass the time while everyone else debates on the next course of action (like a child being given a toy to amuse themselves with while the adults discuss boring adult shit). Astarion will even join her sometimes, and they also constantly challenge each other on who gets to disarm a trap first while the rest of the party make bets on who will win
What she lacks in strength, she makes up for with her incredible dexterity
While she is a survivor in her own right, she can't deny that pure dumb luck has saved her more times than a bard has bedded a dragon...which is definitely saying a lot
After travelling around for so long, the vast world of Faerûn has fuelled her curious mind with quite an impressive amount of knowledge along with fascinating stories to tell. But while she basks in the freedom of it all, her heart aches for a true sense of belonging; a home
She loves--and I mean LOVES--looting dead bodies. While their demise is certainly unfortunate, their loss is her grateful gain as well as a much less criminal way to obtain some quick valuables (hey, she can sympathize and get rich. It's a win-win!)
A biiit of a hoarder (perhaps she was a dragon in a past life, she jokes). Her pack is nearly always full of various junk, good and bad. She gets attached easily to these items and keeps making the excuse that "they could be handy or fetch for a pretty penny one day" all while almost never actually trying to get rid of them (DEFINITELY not me projecting myself here 👀)
She is VERY charismatic, successfully deceiving or talking her way out of many toils and even persuading powerful creatures to side with her which makes her pretty powerful, too, in her own right. On the other (much darker) hand... This sweet, cheerful bard has convinced some enemies to literally kill themselves, saving her from aaall the tough work she really can't be bothered with of ridding them herself--and she'll gladly do it again in a heartbeat. Work smarter, not harder as they say! 👏
Confident, outgoing, and playful with a flair for the theatrical; also rather perceptive to the people and things around her, but can be serious and empathetic when needed. Often tries to keep a positive (if not naive) outlook on life and continues to hold hope for a better future against all odds, yet is actually burying a devastating loneliness and pain within the depths of her soul
Can be a flirt and almost never hesitates to sleep with any man interested in her. For her, however, it's not about physical pleasure--it's about intimacy. Chasing after the high of being in someone's strong embrace, their warmth melting the icy melancholy her heart is trapped in; even if only for one, meaningless night
Despite everything, she has a big heart. She has a hard time saying no to anyone in need, her selflessness (or too much of it for that matter) sometimes leading to be a weakness. She particularly has a soft spot for children and animals, as well as being able to understand and communicate with the latter thanks to the "Speak with Animals" spell. And while she is a chaotic neutral, she instantly becomes chaotic good (emphasis on chaotic) when it comes down to animals, literally slaying everything in her path if it ensures the animal is safe from those that hurt it as well as adopting any stray back in camp if it's possible (Astarion hated it at first, until an ungodly swarm of adorable cats eventually started to appear 😹)
Besides her affinity for dramatics and the spotlight, she is usually a pretty relaxed person. That all changes, however, when a party is involved. Bring her to a lively tavern and pump some drinks into her system and she's more than ready to live it up the entire night! Good luck trying (and failing) to rein her back in... She's toootally not banned from a few taverns because of this 🙃
Talented in singing and playing many different instruments, but her main instrument of choice is the lyre. The lyre that she ventures everywhere with is from her childhood, a gift from someone near and dear to her heart. The "Spider's Lyre" as it's curiously called, in which her nimble fingers have nearly been sliced off countless times in her youth while practicing due to its dagger sharp strings, but she cherishes it like her own life
Although music is her passion--her blood--she indulges in other forms of creative art like writing and drawing when she has the time. She proudly showed off her skills this one instance when she doodled on Vlaakith's portrait in Crèche Y'llek. She believes she made it look so much better, but you could say that she and Lae'zel had...creative differences. But was it worth it even though she got chased around by Lae'zel afterwards as the gith maniacally swung her sword, Astarion giggling in the background while everyone else tried to stop Lae'zel? Oh, absolutely!
While she doesn't have much and has learned to make the most out of very little, she's quite vain and puts in the time and effort to take care of her appearance. As a bard, she lives to perform, but stands by the firm belief that her beauty needs to shine as brightly as her stage presence does lest she's hardly a bard at all
Easily makes friends almost everywhere she goes (even with more, um, questionable folks), but difficult for her to open up more and feel that she is genuinely close to someone (until she met the companions, that is)
Has a little habit where she fiddles with her eyebrow piercings whenever she's anxious or deep in thought
She's not a fan of dark spaces. She's not afraid of the dark, but being in any gloomy place for too long makes her feel uneasy and prone to panic attacks, desperate to feel the sun on her face again. One of the reasons why she's never visited the Underdark before, opting instead to learn about such dangerous beauty through books and other adventurers' experiences
When she's being idle...well, she's not very idle at all. She's always softly humming something to herself or slightly bouncing/dancing in place
Keeps the party entertained on their journey through singing and sharing tall tales. Well, "entertained" is a bit of a stretch, considering Lae'zel's always screaming at Mon'sun to shut up (spoiler alert: she won't) 🤐
Has nicknames for everyone in the party: Astarion is Astie (later on "my star" when romanced and Astarion calls her "my sun"), Gale is Big G, Lae'zel is Lae-Lae (*cough* more like Lae-Me-To-DEATH *cough*), Karlach is Spicy Mama, Shadowheart is Shady Girl, and Wyll is Bof (short for Blade of Frontiers). Can't say that everyone's too pleased with what they're so lovingly (and weirdly) bestowed with, but they just got used to it and allows only Mon'sun to refer to them as such
Can be deemed as the therapist of the group. While she absolutely has issues of her own (and plenty, might I add), she chooses instead to focus on everyone else and help them. She is super protective over them (although, one pale elf in particular has caught her favour out of all)
While she cares a lot about everyone in the party, she does consider Gale to be her bestfriend. They just get along really well together; Mon'sun proves to be an eager and like-minded listener/conversationalist to the wizard prodigy's ramblings while Gale is just thrilled that someone (and so pretty, too) is actually so kind and attentive to him as an individual, even helping him with his little--well, BIG--situation. Astarion, on the other hand... Well, let's just say that he's not as thrilled for Mon'sun to be so close to someone else, especially Gale of all weirdos 🙄
She's a pretty colourful person so it fits that her apparel is the same. She'll never be caught dead wearing something so woeful as plain ol' black or white. In fact, being so unbearably boring may just be the cause of her death!
Has complicated feelings about gods. They're interesting, for sure, and she respects anyone's beliefs in them though she wouldn't exactly put her faith in any of them let alone kneel (looking at you Vlaakith). She'd rather put her faith in herself--just like she always has--but that doesn't mean she won't take advantage of any "divine" blessings that may come her way. Such is the case when she obtained the Phalar Aluve sword from the Underdark, offering a tiny bit of her blood in exchange which pleased Eilistraee yet greatly pissed off Lolth (Mon'sun the chaos gremlin definitely got a kick out of that especially since she knows the big scary spider lady can't do anything to her...she thinks. She hopes)
While she certainly revels in having the upper hand in troublesome situations, she's not really a power-hungry person. Although, having power does have its perks. She won't lie, she has played around in her tadpole-infested mind the far-fetched but very possible idea of seizing the Absolute's followers under her own control (I mean, hey, if there's one thing she's learned during this unique little trip is that anything is possible). Not all cultists are actually evil; she likes to think that she could give them a fair shot at redemption, and it doesn't hurt that some of these cultists are powerful people that could potentially be used to "liberate the world of evil"... Blame (or rather thank) Astarion for unlocking (hehe subtle pun) this ambition of hers, though she doesn't think she could ever do this without Astarion ruling by her side--together
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