#i need her doll god why do i live at the end of world | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

gyll-yee-haw · 1 month

Note

Hi Maria!! I hope you’re doing well ❤️❤️

Do you mind writing Donnie and reader’s first time? He’d be so patient and careful with his girl the whole time, that if she ended up crying halfway through because of how good it felt, he’d be horrified that he hurt her somehow 😭 just something sweet for that poor man

Yes yes yes my poor sad boy deserves the world :(

Warnings: I was too horny writing this, so I went straight to the point, sorry. Loss of virginity, implied unprotected sex, p in v, Donnie being so subbie and cute and unable to not cum too soon :(, masturbation (f and mentions of m)

Like 1.3k words

---

It was a brand new feeling. And you couldn't believe how fucking incredible it was... with every movement of his cock scratching that special spot just right... sending waves of pleasure through your whole body... and then you'd look up and see the prettiest boy who's ever lived, right above you. Eyes so big, so blue, so curious, a little crinkle of worry on his forehead.

Oh my god, is she enjoying this? - was all he could think of.

He was so nervous. And it didn't help at all that your expression was so hard to read.

Still, he was just discovering what pussy drunk meant, cause he was getting the same waves of pleasure as you... and he couldn't stop.

He had been holding himself back, until he couldn't anymore. He left out a loud and pathetic moan. The hottest fucking thing you ever heard. Your pussy automatically clenched around his length.

"Oh my god" You whined, tears escaping your eyes.

Oh no. Oh shit. You were so fucking tight around him... but you were... crying?

"Baby... sorry... shit" He tried to pull out, but you held him in his place, wrapping arms and legs around him.

"Donnie, please..." You begged, tears falling on the pillow under your head.

"I'm hurting you!" He protested, stopping his thrusts immediately. His cock throbbed inside you in need, making him feel like crying.

"You're not hurting me!" You tried to buck your hips, but he was too close and you were holding him too tight to allow that.

"Then why are you crying?" The crinkle on his forehead grew.

"Cause it feels so fucking good..." You sighed. "Love your cock, Donnie..."

"Oh shit, doll, don't do this to me..." His cock throbbed uncontrollably inside you.

"Love it when it does that..." You smiled, biting your lip.

"Y/N, I'm serious..." He closed his eyes, trying to focus on anything but the look on your face on that moment, otherwise the fun would be over too soon...

"Donnie, can we continue?" You asked, nails running up and down his back.

"Give me a sec." His face turned red.

"You're not hurting me, Don, I swear..." You insisted.

"Can't move." He whispered.

"Why?" You asked frustratedly.

"Cause you're squeezing me way too good." He admitted, face visibly burning.

"Oh..." You couldn't help but chuckle.

"Not fucking funny." He sighed. "Just wanted to please you. Such a shitty boyfriend..."

"Donnie, baby..." You cupped his face, forcing him to look at you. "Need you to move... want you to cum so good for me..."

"But..."

"Come on, Donnie... I wanna see you cum... please?" You grabbed the hair on the back of his head, gently tugging on it. "Swear it's gonna make me feel so good..."

"You're supposed to do that first." He groaned, clearly mad at himself.

"Supposed to? There's no right and wrong. It's our first time." You assured him. "Do it for me, please? I'll let you do whatever you want to me afterwards, yeah? Promise it won't be over."

There was a new sparkle in his eyes after hearing that. He couldn't believe that he would get to play with your gorgeous body like he always dreamt of...

"Hmm... can I... hmm..." He got shy again, thinking of the possibilities. "Can I cum on your tits?"

"Fuck, Donnie..." You moaned. "Do it for me, baby, let me see you."

He removed himself from you and it was almost painful for both of you. But you didn't have much time to think. You got on your knees on the bed, watching Donnie stroke his cock. It was so hard... the tip as red as his cheeks, leaking something you couldn't wait to taste someday.

"Shit..." He moaned, desperation on his face. "I'm gonna cum..."

"Cum for me, Donnie..." You begged, just as desperate as him. "Cum all over my tits..."

He left out the hottest sounds you had ever heard as he painted your tits white. And your chin. And belly. He made an inexperienced mess... couldn't help it... he had never been this turned on his his life, his aim wouldn't be good.

"That was so fucking hot, Donnie..." you smiled, watching him fight for his life. You wondered if he would ever be able to stop blushing.

"Hm... everytime I... hmm..." He tried to talk, but was very distracted by the way your hand slided all the way to your pussy, starting to rub yourself.

"Keep talking." You said, eyes focused on his face.

"Everytime I... jerk off I... picture myself coming on your tits." He admitted. "Specially since you... uh... showed me them, the other day."

"Yeah?" You smirked, spreading your legs wider. "Was reality better than you imagined?"

He nodded eagerly. Your fingers started rubbing your clit faster and you left out a moan.

"I'm so sorry I didn't satisfy you..." He was still very disappointed. "I just... wanted our first time to be perfect."

"Shh... come here, baby boy." You chuckled. "Wanna touch me?"

It was stupid to be this excited about this, when he had literally just been inside you... but he didn't even care at this point. He kept his eyes glued to your face as he rubbed all the wrong spots. You had to direct his fingers to your clit. And when he got a reaction from you, indicating he was doing good... oh god.

"Ouch!" Your hips bucked. "Slower, Don... nice and slow..."

"M'sorry..." His eyes widened.

"It's okay, baby... just like that..." You praised. "It... it feels so good..."

"Yeah?" He asked proudly. "Can I kiss you?"

"Please, Don..." You smiled.

The way you looked at each other before the kiss... you both knew. That was the moment you threw all the worries out of the window. Fuck a perfect first time. You were having fun, discovering each other's bodies. When he kissed you, it was so romantic. So intimate. So good... so good.

"Hm... Donnie..." You moaned against his lips. "You're gonna make me cum like this..."

"Please... please, I really want you to..." He crashed his lips against your again, rubbing you incredibly right.

It felt so new... having someone else's fingers making you cum. God, Donnie's fingers... that thought alone could drive you crazy.

More tears escaped your eyes as you reached your peak, but they didn't scare him anymore. They amazed him. He wouldn't get used to this any time soon...

"Stop, stop, stop!" You pushed his hand away, way too overstimulated when it all ended.

"Sorry!" He gasped.

"It's okay, Don." You smiled, feeling like you were floating. "Just felt too good."

"Did you, really?" He asked, with that beautiful smile of his.

"Hell yeah." You laid on your back, letting out a sigh of relief. "This was perfect."

"It... it was, wasn't it?" He smiled, laying beside you.

Donnie became such a clingy little boyfriend after that. And I don't mean only during that post orgasmic bliss... I mean, that boy won't leave you alone for days. Weeks. He's addicted to you. He wants to try everything he always dreamt of. He wants to try everything he's never heard of.

He wants to try everything with you.

#donnie darko #donnie darko x reader #donnie darko fanfic #jake gyllenhaal #jake gyllenhaal x reader #jake gyllenhaal smut

165 notes · View notes

thelunarfairy · 2 months

Note

Olá! Não sei se já viu o novo capítulo! Um usuário no Twitter postou:

https://twitter.com/VibingLemonArt/status/1768463127153164583?t=q_Hv8-AL_mZy95zPpZ3_SA&s=19

Spoilers:

I hope Aidalro knows what they're doing because that would be the best possible ending for the series. The only flaw in this timeline is that Amane isn't the same age as Yashiro.

The manga is about wishes, and it always shows us some very good endings for the series. The fake world of No. 4, Aoi sacrificed in place of Yashiro, and now, the butterfly effect. None of these endings are perfect, but they were better than the literal end of the world (which is what Sakura wants)!

I believe the series' end will be tragic. Simply because the characters aren't content with any of these endings. They're all trying to prevent Yashiro's death, but they're not willing to sacrifice anything for it.

Anyway! This chapter left me with many questions.

Is Tsukasa alive? If Amane became a teacher, Tsukasa was never murdered.

Why is Sousuke Mitsuba alive? Does that mean his death was really connected to the Red House? So, did "No. 3 Mitsuba" never exist?

Didn't Mei have a terminal illness? How is she alive!? How Tsukasa influenced in her death?

How are the Seven Mysteries? Tsuchigomori is still supernatural, and Akane is still a Clock Keeper. But who is the No. 4 and the No. 7 of the mysteries? Sakura? Natsuhiko? Does any of them remember who Hanako was?

I could keep going the whole day!

The big problem is that there will ALWAYS be someone who will sacrifice themselves. You understand?

There is always someone who needs to die for things to work, but no one wants to die, no one wants to lose who they love, and that's where the key is.

Will Amane be able to leave Tsukasa? That's why it all happened.

Will Nene be able to leave Amane?

Will Kou be able to leave Mitsuba?

Even in the perfect world of the PP arc, everyone was alive, but nothing was real, it was as if they were inside The Sims.

Talking and having fun with dolls was not ideal.

Nene would survive if Aoi was sacrificed and Hanako walked away, but it wasn't ideal.

And now, a world without Tsukasa, Aidairo wants to show us another possibility of something that is "not ideal"

As if he wanted to tell us all the time that the possibilities of a good ending without someone sacrificing themselves or something artificial happening are impossible.

"Look at all the possibilities I'm showing you, there's no way they can be happy"

Or, Aidairo will surprise us and show us the best possibility for the ending. But since she's a fan of bittersweet tragedies, I imagine it won't be something catastrophic, but it won't be happy, in the same bittersweet tone as usual.

She is showing us that if Tsukasa doesn't return, many people's lives will "return" or improve.

Mitsuba, Mei alive, Nene popular, hmmmmm interesting?

Could it really be Tsukasa's absence? Or is it a number 1 thing? "a good reality for Nene not to try to change things"

Same logic with the fish who wanted to take her to their world, saying it was a much better place than where she is now.

If Nene accepts this reality, everything will be in order. But we know she won't.

See, how would Tsukasa influence Nene's popularity? How would Tsukasa influence Kou to talk to Mitsuba alive?

It's not just about Tsukasa, it's about the clock keepers.

Despite this, I believe that Mitsuba and Mei's deaths are linked to Tsukasa. I've already mentioned Mitsuba's in other posts, since he had the photo of the red house, but Mei is still a mystery.

About the mysteries, Tsuchigomori is still there, he is a supernatural, why would he be at school for no reason? Hmm…. and the God still exists, but was it necessary to seal him?

hmmmm……..lots of questions

E obrigado por compartilhar o link comigo!!!! 🧡🧡🧡

#toilet bound hanako kun #jibaku shounen hanako kun #jshk #yugi twins #hanakokun #aidairo #hanako kun #tbhk #amane yugi #jshk spoilers #tbhk spoilers #tbhk nene #jshk amane #jshk tsukasa #jshk theories #jshk hanako

27 notes · View notes

the-white-void · 1 year

Text

I’ve seen a fair amount of SAGAU fics so I wanna make my own SAGAU genre

edit: sorry this is very old

—————

Teyvat’s Child

You were on your deathbed waiting for the pain to be over until you were picked up by a strange woman but you couldn’t see her defining features “who is this woman? Is she the Grim reaper or something?” you thought as she sat you down.

“SWEET CHILD DO YOU WISH TO PLAY YOUR GAME ONCE MORE”

You were puzzled to what this mysterious woman just said, your game? is she talking about Genshin Impact?

“Yes, sweet child, Genshin Impact”

“Wait you know what I’m thinking”

“Ofcourse, you are in my domain, you cannot hide anything from me either”

“So- so I can’t lie?”

“Oh if your referring to words you can lie but I’ll know true intentions”

“Then what’s the point in asking”

“Just to confirm”

“There’s no escaping this woman”

“Haha now your answer we don’t have much time”

“Well Genshin has helped me through some tough things and I am at the end of my rope here so why not”

“I’ll take that as a yes”

The next thing you knew you woke up at wind rise with a white robe replacing your old hospital robe and beside you was the same woman but you can see her more clearly now.

She looked like a doll, her anatomy was beyond perfect, her hair was like the gas that surrounded the milky way and eyes that represent the night sky.

She offered you her hand and said:

“Welcome to Genshin Impact, in this life you are now Teyvat’s Child”

--------------------

“H- hold on a sec, so your saying the world of Genshin Impact is my mother? and why would said world need a child? and out of all the living beings in the universe you chose me”

“Yes because I needed a gift for Teyvat”

“So you just went window shopping for children”

“What?! No, I meant I needed a soul to inhabit my puppet for teyvat so it can watch over her and I already chose you a long time ago”

“For how long exactly?”

“(Age) years ago it was quite recent”

“Recent for you, a while lifetime for me”

“Oh right your only (age) years old, sorry anyways child this is your new mother, Teyvat”

“Where?”

“In your head”

‘Huh"

“HELLO YOUNG CHILD I AM TEYVAT, WHAT IS YOUR NAME? IM VERY CURIOUS AND WHAT IS YOU FAVORITE FOOD? ILL MAKE IT FOR YOU”

Teyvat started bombarding your head with questions that your brain couldn’t even handle and really needed Teyvat to stop cuz she was about to make your head burst.

“Oh sorry, I was just very excited to meet you, I’ll let you two talk for now”

“Anyway miss mysterious can you tell me who you are?”

“Oh my, apologies I forgot to introduce myself”

The air suddenly felt tense and heavy.

“ I am the one that keeps the balance of the universe, time, space and everything that exists, I am responsible for when the time the universe and everything that exists comes to an end and when to create anew”

“Scary”

“But there’s no need for such formalities, you can call me… Aunt Violet”

“Aunt?”

“Yes well if you want to of course”

“Why the fuck do you want to be an aunt”

“Well I don’t wanna be called Grandma do I”

Aunt Violet warned you about the people’s actions towards her so called imposters before leaving

“Keep this in mind sweetheart, the people of Teyvat don’t really tolerate any imposters so try to keep out of sight until the people of Teyvat are aware of the situation”

“Why is that?”

“Oh right you haven’t looked at yourself yet”

You two went to the small pond near the windrise tree and you looked in shock that from head to toe you look exactly like Violet.

(a lil something if you want male reader: you have more if a square and muscular like form, your hair was slightly shorter)

“Wut du fuk”

“Sorry I didn’t tell you sooner”

You sighed from disappointment of how the god of the ENTIRE universe is in the hands of her. “Wait a sec she can read my mind”

She gives you a necklace saying it will act like a vision so you could protect yourself mostly from the 'imposter hunters’.

“Ah well I’ll take my leave now, call my name when you need anything”

“Ah she left”

“So Miss Teyva-”

“No my child you may call me mother”

“So mother what do wanna do?”

“I would love to do anything and everything with you but…no human body”

“Right she doesn’t have a physical form”

------------------

GETTING USED TO

————

It’s been a couple weeks since you arrived in Teyvat your mother keeping you company most of the time and surprisingly nothing bad has happened yet.

“Y/N dear, do you want to talk to someone?”

“I’m talking to you and your the one always talking”

“ I meant as in another person”

Wait, talk to person from Teyvat, what if they try to kill me or hold a public execution or make me dance to death or take my toes and feed them to me as meatballs and take my take after.

Interacting with someone could be quite troublesome because of the horrible treatments to Violet’s ’ imposters ’. You were hesitant to Teyvat’s dangerous suggestion.

“Don’t worry I’ll make sure nothing happens to you, I promise”

Teyvat said that right in your head but it felt warm, it felt new comfortable and a little fuzzy, so you smiled for Teyvat and only Teyvat.

“Thanks, you’ve been watching over me since the day I came here and I don’t really know what I would have done if it weren’t for you, I’d probably be dead if you weren’t with me so when you get a physical form I’ll try my best to return everything you’ve done for me”

You can hear can hear Teyvat was in shambles from your words, you giggled from her reaction not wanting to disturb her burning and replaying your words in her head you teleport to the waypoint just outside of Mondstat waiting for Teyvat to stop fan-girling over you.

You decide on who you were going to interact with first but your best candidate was Timmie so you look over the bridge where he usually feeds his pigeons there he was but there was also a woman on the entrance of the bridge with a parasol on her hand.

She looks like she was waiting for someone she was able to grab Mother’s attention.

“Oh look it’s Selena she’s waiting for us”

“You know her?”

“Well we never talked but she knows of your arrival and me in your head and Violet”

“HUH?! Care to elaborate here”

“Well years before your arrival Violet already found you an envoy to help you around Teyvat”

“Why didn’t she just choose this Selena person”

“Well she’s just playing favorites”

You sighed and slowly approached the woman under the parasol scared that she might pull out a weapon and take your fingers, Mother tried to calm you down knowing Selena cannot harm you because her main purposes was healing so she cannot attack.

“H- h- hi”

“Greetings Your Grace it is pleasure to be at your presence, my name is Selena and I will be escorting you through wherever you wish in Teyvat, wether it is in Liyue or Shneznayan diplomatic issues to medical information I can be of use however I maybe more weight on the battlefield, I will be at your care”

She hands over the parasol to you as a present, for some reason it reminded you of Violet but you just let it slide and carried the parasol over your head and Selena’s.

“It’s very hot today so it’s best you also get some shade and some water”

“Thank you for your hospitality your grace”

“Please drop the "your grace” title, it feels odd"

“Very well, what shall I call you then”

“Just call me Y/N”

“I see then Y/N, where shall we go”

----------------

Selena was a huge asset to your adventure, she should literally do everything for you she even helped you navigate to Liyue borders (which was harder than you thought) and even left mondstat with you.

“You’re leaving Mondstat with me?”

“Yes, I will accompany you across Teyvat”

“Huh”

“Y/n y/n y/n can I talk to her please”

“About what exactly?”

“Just a few things about Liyue”

“Ok then, Selena can you come over her for a second Mother wants to talk to you”

“I see. What does she wish to talk about”

“Something about Liyue”

She nods and mother instructed you to gently raise your hand to Selena’s forehead for her to talk to her.

After a few minutes of Mother and Selena’s private conversation Selena looked slightly worried and you start wondering if Mother decided to threaten Selena for her hangout around you too much and wanted some of your time for herself and then their conversation stops and Selena lifts her head and suggested to but some sort of vail on top of your head so nobody knows about you, worried about the torture that could happen so you agreed.

You stoped by Wangshu Inn to get some supplies and food (food ya mean cuisine) and a room for you to sleep. Selena ordered some Golden shrimp balls, Jueyun chilli and a sweet madame, you savoured every bite being your first meal with meat (you’ve became vegan since u got here not knowing how to kill stuff).

You knocked out cold after sleeping on itchy grass for so long, Selena shared the same room and noticed an unsettling aura nearby and she was familiar of what it was, the adeptus the watched over Guili Plains fro centuries, she quickly woke you up to leave but he was already in the room.

“Hand over the Imposter you traitor”

“Over my dead body”

As a fight was about to begin a bright light appeared between them and it proceeded to expand its light the next thing the adeptus knew they were gone, he has failed to defend their graces honor.

When you woke up you were what looks like an abandoned shine atop of the highest mountain of Qingce village, Selena was restless from whatever happened last night so you decided not to disturb her.

Outside came a silhouette that felt familiar but you didn’t know who that person was as she came close Deja vu hit you like truck but it was too early to assume that-

“So you guys got away from Xiao? Best find a better hideout this place is pretty obvious”

A woman emerged from the silhouette, she had long blonde hair tied to a bun and was wearing white sparkly hanfu with an opaque vail in hand but what she said confirmed your suspicion, she was your Aunt Violet, miss mysterious and dragged you to a fantasy land.

“YOU THINK TEYVAT IS A FANTASY LAND I’ll take it as a compliment and don’t to your aunt like that”

“It’s alright I don’t mind”

“My lady you have arrived my apologies that I have failed to protect Their grace”

“As long as Y/N is fine I will overlook the situation”

“ Aunt Violet it’s been a while, why are you here?”

“To check up on you guys and take brake OH!! I almost forgot, here”

She hands you a bag and when you looked inside it there it was in all its glory YOUR PHONE, along with your tablet and laptop with their chargers and a weird thingy.

“That thingy is a solar powered power bank that will charge your phone, tablet and, laptop. I figured you would want them back”

Thank you god for such mercy and glory, I will never complain about anything anymore

“Yay you got your stuff back”

Jumping with joy that you finally got you stuff back, no reception but still TECHNOLOGY IN YOUR GRASP hahahahahahaahahaha!!!!!!!!!!

After months with no entertainment other than Mother stuck in your head, you can listen to your saved songs, watch your saved Tiktoks, “wait can Mother and Selena even catch the humor in these Tiktoks, Violet probably gets these but-”

“Oooooo what are Tiktoks?”

“Uuuuuuummmmm- how do I say this, lets just say their for entertainment purposes”

“Ah interesting”

“Y/n, my lady pardon my intrusion but may I ask what do these things do?”

“Oh my, these are some of the many things that Y/n’s world has made, their world has made many things that what they call a scientific breakthrough, very commendable”

“You sound like you just found that out”

“Hey! I just made it sound like that so they’d understand”

“Violet I require a puppet vessel immediately, I will take vengeance upon that foolish yaksha that has forsaken my child” mother said in a somewhat eerily friendly tone

“Eh! Already but-”

“How can I protect my sweet beloved child from those hypocrites from their head!!”

“Isn’t that a little too sudden, surely you could wait a little more”

“NO MY SWEET PEA CANNOT BE TOUCHED BY THOSE SO-CALLED ACOLYTES HANDS!!!”

“My lady may I ask maybe if there were a faster way to help Y/n’s condition”

“Uhh-”

“See Vi even your envoy agrees with me”

“I don’t think that’s what she meant”

“But some deformations could happen if the puppets body isn’t strong enough-”

“I DON’T CARE, IM MAKING HIM SUFFER 10x WORSE THAN THAT KARMA HE ALREADY HAS”

“Fine but may take at least a month to help get used to it even with the deformity”

“The sooner the better”

“Wow Mother’s acting out of character with this tantrum and I’m supposed to be the child”

“Well there’s no stopping her now cuz the last time she was mad… well she… Uhhh… You don’t wanna know”

“Now I’m curious about what happened”

“Ah and before I wanted to give you guys a lil something, lemme just take Teyvat out first”

“HEY!!”

Violet handed you and Selena one sword each, Selena’s sword looked very similar to Shinobu’s sword, stinger-like and a thick sheath. Yours looked much like Mitsuri’s, a flexible and whip-like blade.

“I’ll be leaving 2 puppets to train you two individually so you can learn how to fight and not die from of the 7 nations attempt to pursue you two”

Violet left and you were transported to a remote area at the foot of a mountain with what looked like an abandoned mansion but it was still in good condition.

However when Xiao arrived at the abandoned shrine you and the others were gone, he failed his mission to glorify the Divine Creator’s name, a sin that can never be forgiven.

“Welcome Y/n- sama, Lady Violet has instructed us to train you both in your reserved breathing techniques”

(I put sama cuz I dunno how to make it gn)

“Lady Selena will be trained in the Insect Breathing technique and Y/n will be trained in the Love Breathing technique.”

You were shocked on the two children behind jumpscaring you like that and Selena was poker faced the whole time but her body jolted from the surprising orders of Violet’s puppets.

“Hold on a second, breathing styles exist?”

The two puppets nodded in agreement.

“Do we start now?”

“Yes”

1 YEAR LATER

Selena has mastered the insect breathing and he speed, agility and mobility increased drastically and your natural strength (that came with the puppet body) had heighten to the brim.

It was unnatural for an entire year without Mother even if you’ve only been talking to her for a few months

After watching Demon Slayer with Selena on your break you were interrupted by a young boy with a tall woman and she was very tall you could compare her to Slenderman, she also had long curly green hair with an intimidating gaze.

“Hey it’s been a while”

“That child sounded like-”

“Good Afternoon Master”

“You have trained them well, thank you”

“V- Violet?! Is dat you? And why are you a child”

“Stealth my dear, Stealth”

“Yeah with Lady Dimitrescu the second here”

Before Violet could say anything the tall woman picked you up and hugged the shit out of you which felt like something Mother would do-

The it hit you Lady D the second was Mother and the freakishly tall height was the deformity, that made sense and was probably what Violet was about to say.

Mother was on her knees to get down to your level of height as she was about to say something age saw you in the brink of tears trying not to cry and Selena at the corner looked like she was about to ball her eyes out, Mother just hugged you gently as you cry like there’s no tomorrow but still trying to hold back tears because you didn’t want your first memory of holding your otherworld mother to be a crying mess. Violet was letting Selena cry her eyes out on her.

———————–

After the emotional drama that happened you asked Violet some questions that revolved around your head for some time while Mother was stroking your hair with you on her lap

“Alright, I need you to answer a few questions”

“Very well, however only for 5 minutes”

“ Wah! Whatever you say, Why do we have to learn breathing techniques when you gave me a multi element vision? I’m not complaining tho”

“Well I allowed you two to learn breathing techniques so it’ll enhance the elements from the techniques so you have more chances of taking out multiple people with visions”

“Ok but why didn’t Mother get a physical human body until just recently?”

“She asked for one just 5 years ago so…”

“Then how about my body?”

“The both of your bodies were made differently because yours was made for a human soul but Teyvat’s was made for an entire will of this world so her body needed a longer process”

“How long exactly?”

“10 years”

“Then-”

Violet was looks little distracted from your conversation so decided to get to the point because she probably needed somewhere to go.

“Ok I’ll get straight to the point, other than just a child for Mother what exactly do you need me here?”

Mother was surprised at the question, she started to frantically wonder if she wasn’t a good mother and you wanted to go back to your home world or you just no longer wanted to be her child, she stopped stroking your hair from fear of you getting annoyed from her or when you liked her better when she wasn’t physically annoying, she was on the verge of tears from those thoughts.

“Don’t get me wrong I love it here, like Mother, Selena and the little children I can talk to outside the main cities but why am I wanted from just my looks? Or there is someone that.. you know, on a high horse that ain’t there’s?”

Mother was relieved to hear that you were just confused from Violet’s lack of explanation and really did care about her and the whole of Teyvat (except for the “you getting wanted” stuff) and those worrying thought were just over exaggerations.

You noticed her tears were falling down to your hair, you were quick to comfort her to whatever she was crying about.

“Well to answer your question lets just say there’s an idiot who claimed to be the god of Teyvat because of some easy won luck”

“Whoever that is seems to be more than an idiot telling people that their ‘GOD’ but what’s really surprising is that-”

“THEY ACTUALLY BELIEVE THEM”

“The people of Teyvat seem DUMBER than how I purposely made them”

“Mother what do you think about your people”

“Humanity is evolving, but backwards and everyday they just stray further away from god”

You couldn’t help but giggle at what Mother said, that touch of comedy and when you looked back at Violet she was gone.

“Damn she could have told me times up”

———————

A few hours pass after Violet left and You wanted to catch up Mother on what happened but you expected her to already know.

You and Selena sat next to Mother like a lil of pile of meat and bones, you snuggled closer to Mother but you noticed something unsettling.

“SHE SLEPT WITH HER EYES OPEN”

But you tried to ignore it and went back to sleep as if you saw nothing but it felt like you were looks at a corpse with their eyes open.

When dawn arrived the two puppets came to alert you that an intruder has been found in the premises but you were in a deep sleep from your traumatizing meeting with the grim reaper last night so Selena took action and left Mother to protect you.

She arrived at the last place the intruder was spotted and found a certain ginger headed Shneznayan that seemed looking for a fight.

“The rumors surrounding this place seems false from what I’ve seen, there aren’t even any hilichurls here”

“Pardon my intrusion but I must ask of your intentions of this place”

“Ah are you also here from the rumors”

“Rumors?”

“You know that this place gives a chilling vibe, that of which surpasses Wuwang Hill”

“I see”

“It’s quite the hot topic in Liyue and Sumeru, it’s impressive you haven’t heard of it”

“Hmm well thank you for the information but I ask that you leave this place, and tell none of this conversation”

“I would but I’m looking for a challenge at the moment so what about a little fight with you and me, if you win I’ll leave but if I win you need to tell about this place”

He has spotted Selena’s weapon from her waist and assumed she was able to fight with it.

“Very well, if it means they are safe I will duel with you”

The ginger smirked and summoned his hydro blades and thrusted towards her at full speed, as he continues to slash his opponent she kept dodging in a clam matter, Selena was purposely dodging to get a feel of the ginger’s fighting style.

Selena saw an opening so she backed up and jumped at and incredibly high height that no amateur fighter could jump and unsheathed her blade to reveal a needle like sword unbuilt to cut, the ginger thought she was an easy target but then she said:

Dance of the Butterfly: Caprice

Then in an instant he wan in an illusion with a kaleidoscope of butterflies and one landed on his finger then the next thing he felt was a sting in mulch vital parts in his body in a split second then he was knocked out cold.

When he woke up he saw a tall woman at the corner of his eye, incredibly tall that no human could be as tall as her and she was giving him a look that said ’ why the fuck are you here ’ then one of the puppets entered the room but the ginger mistook them for a child.

“Uhm excuse me but is there a white haired girl with a ponytail and caries a peculiar sword”

“You must mean Lady Selena, she is currently busy at the moment and does not wish to be distributed”

Then the child gave him some food and left while the tall woman was still at the same spot but looked calmer than before and approached the Shneznayan.

“You must be apart of the 11 idiot harbingers”

“D- did she just insult the fatui”

“Pleas to not misunderstand, from my knowledge fatui means idiot does it not?”

“I don’t really know what fatui means but certainly doesn’t mean idiot, wait did she just ream my mind”

“Worry not Ajax, I do not wish to be on bad terms”

The tall woman said that in a joking matter so the ginger didn’t take her words seriously then caught someone peaking from the he door.

“Who’s that at the door? And how did she know my name”

“Ah sorry to interrupt but I need Mother for a sec”

“Ofcourse is there anything you need?”

“A lil something happened and I need you”

----------------

As you walked around your backyard wanting some new adventure you opened the parasol given to you be Selena to get some shade while you walk and then the sudden thought of wanting to go to Fontaine came into mind.

In an instant you were suddenly crowded with people dressed in clothing you were not familiar with in the game, you were confused and embarrassed since you were only wearing your pajamas and carried your sword on your other hand then you wanted to go back to Mother and suddenly you were in Mother’s arms while she was looking for you.

“Darling where have you been? You suddenly disappeared from my view!”

“Fontaine”

“What were you doing there? and how did you get there so fast?”

“I dunno”

Selena walks in the room from eavesdropping on them and explained what may have happened, at least what she thought happened.

“So the parasol is able to teleport to anywhere you wish as long as you are familiar with it in any way”

“So this is from Violet I assume”

“Ye, she let use it for the time being”

“So I can go wherever I want?”

“In Teyvat”

“So I can go back there or go to Shneznaya”

“I guess so”

And in an instant you opened the parasol and disappeared which sent Mother to panic mode where you were in Shneznaya in pajamas, yes you were freezing like a naked monkey in the snow so went back to Fontaine instead.

So this Fontaine, very fancy and expensive looking while you looked homeless in the streets. You hid in an alleyway where you found some decent clothes hanging out to dry so you stole them and dried them with your anemo powers. You looked presentable enough to the public but we’re a little guilty of taking such comfy clothes.

A mischievous smirk was drawn on your face and your first thought was

“Maybe I could go for some Fontaine styled cuisine”

But you realized… you don’t have mora, your stomach grumbles from your shattered hopes of eating a macaron so you walked around the streets with a defeated expression but then you bumped into someone with a stern and stoic look.

“Oh Sorry about that”

“HALT!”

That tone put you up guard and thought this is where your probably gonna die because they found the imposter but when you turned to look at who you bumped into those thoughts increased ten fold when you saw the woman you bumped into. Deep blue streaks at the end of her hair, fanciest Fontaine clothing you saw yet but no guards are her, so you did the Wis thing to do. Run

“WAIT GET BACK HERE!!”

You used your breathing to get away faster but you remembered about the parasol so you opened it and suddenly she grabbed you from your wrist but it was too late you both were already transported to your mansion.

She was baffled of what just happened, chasing a mysterious figure to receive justice then the surroundings change into a peaceful mansion near a mountain. After all that happened you invited her to the mansion.

When you entered everything that was in place in the mansion looked liked a storm blew through so you were embarrassed by inviting an archon to your house looking like this.

“IS YOUR HOUSE ALWAYS LIKE THIS?”

“No, it was fine this morning, they were probably panicking that I was gone for an hour”

“HMM”

Then Mother and Selena burst through the hallway with the puppets trying to calm the down.

“DARLING WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? YOU WERE GONE FOR AN HOUR AND WE THOSE YOU WERE IN SHNEZNAYA SO WE WENT THERE AND YOU WErent there and.. and…”

“Don’t worry, I was in Fontaine where I bumped into her”

You pointed to your guest that was confused about the entirety of what just happened.

“Fontaine? And who’s clothes are you wearing”

“Stole them”

“You stole WHAT!!”

“Not now we’re busy”

“c'mon she’s a guest why don’t we explain a little so she could understand”

“And if she doesn’t?”

“We put her to sleep so she thinks this is a dream”

“Wut”

You explain to her about Violet, the god in the scriptures was another puppet and Mother was Teyvat waiting to cut off her head if she doesn’t reconcile and that you were from another world inside Violet’s puppet body along with Teyvat but she was being an impatient child and got an abnormal height disability and blah blah blah…

She was still processing what you said so Selena offered some tea and you tested it first to make sure she didn’t put poison in it, and it wasn’t.

“There is a possibility you are lying but that sounds too… wild to be made up and you don’t really have any proof”

“True, but the only thing I can prove that is real is that I am in a puppet body and our caretakers are also puppets” you pointed at them peeking through the doorway

“And it’s not like I can just summon Violet here because she said she does really like interacting with mortals with a title God but she still makes effort to go talk to them”

“Aren’t you underestimating me too much”

“AAAAaaahhhhh!!!”

Violet pops out behind you but she had a more… revealing clothing than usual but she had a reason for it, she intended to look like the way her puppet was drawn in the murals so she would have the perfect of her.

“I mean you didn’t have to wear clothes like that tho”

“Haha.. I thought you would need help convincing the god of judgement, she could help you in court and the other Archons”

“So she really is the Hydro Archon”

She fell down on her knees and begged with all her being for apologies that she had doubted her prophecy and the words of your puppets. You were insulted that she called you a puppet but Selena was more insulted that she didn’t even mention her in the apologies but Mother just glared at her like she was a stain that wouldn’t wipe off of her house.

#genshin impact #genshin sagau #sagau #sagau isekai #sagau idea #sagau fluff #teyvat #sentient teyvat #sentient!teyvat au #genshin x reader #genshin fic ideas #genshin oc #astronetwrk

95 notes · View notes

idrknidc · 1 year

Text

Sunshine

Tony Stark x daughter reader

Words: 900+

Summary: Tony doesn't spend enough time with Y/n is daughter, and no one knows why. Y/n is a ray of sunshine so everyone has no idea why he doesn't spend time with her...

Warning: ANGSTY, Tony being a bad father

3rd Person Pov

"Hey dad can you help me with a school project." Y/n asked with her signature smile on her face, Tony didn't even look up at his daughter, "Not today Y/n, I'm helping Peter with something." Tony said and Y/n nodded, "Okay." Y/n said before she walked out of her father's lab.

She walked into the towers central living where Bucky, Steve, Nat, and Sam were, "Hey why aren't you with your dad?" Nat asked, Y/n smiled and shrugged her shoulders, "Dad was busy with Peter." she said and everyone else in the room sighed.

Tony always did this to Y/n, when Y/n needs help Tony us always 'to busy' to help her. Y/n was a ray of sunshine, she was the kindest person in the world well that's what everyone said. Y/n was only 17 she didn't deserve this.

"I'll help." Bucky said as he stood up and walked over, "Really?" Y/n asked with a smile, everyone expect Tony would do anything for that girl.

"Yeah, come on, just tell me what I need to do so I can help." he said and Y/n smiled and both walked to her room.

—————————————

Y/n walked around school waiting for the end of the day "Hey Y/n. What are you doing after school?" Mj asked as she ran over, a smile quickly spread over Y/n's face, "Dad's taking me to a movie." I said and a smile appeared on Mj's face.

"Really?" she asked and Y/n nodded.

"Alright well I'll see you later?" Mj said before walking away.

—————————————

It was now then end of the day and Y/n was waiting outside for her father.

3:30

4:00

5:00

6:00

7:00

Y/n waited and waited but he never came and then it started raining, Y/n began walking home in the pouring rain with tears rolling down her face.

From Mid-Town to the tower was a good 30 minute drive but when you're walking it takes so much longer.

A car pulled up next to Y/n and the window rolled down and Bucky was in the car, "Come on Doll, get in." he said and Y/n opened the door and got in.

Bucky reached behind him and grabbed a coat and gave it to her and then reached over and hugged her while she cried.

Both got back to the tower and everyone (except Tony) was in the living room waiting for Y/n and Bucky to get back, all of them were worried about her, she hadn't called or texted anyone because her phone died while she was at school.

The elevator door opened and Y/n and Bucky walked through, Y/n had tear stained cheeks while Bucky had his arm around her.

"Oh my god!" Nat yelled as she ran over and hugged Y/n, "God where were you?" Steve asked as everyone else ran over.

"Tony promised Y/n that he would take her to the movies, but he left her at school, didn’t call the school to tell her, Y/n charged her phone in the car and there were no new messages from Tony, he left her there."

Everyone gasped, they all knew Tony didn't hang out with her but to leave her in the rain, that was an all time low.

Y/n sneezed and Bruce walked over and placed his hand on Y/n's head, "Oh god, she has a fever." Bruce said and everyone looked over, "Come on Doll let's get you to the med-bay." Bucky said as he picked Y/n's small body and walked her to the lab.

Bruce did some test and figured out Y/n had the flu, "Will she be okay?" Bucky asked and Bruce nodded, "Yeah, she'll be okay. I want you to say home for the rest of the week." Bruce said and Y/n nodded before lying down and falling asleep.

Bucky walked more like stomped over to Tony's lab opened the door and saw Tony laughing with Peter, "Tony!" Bucky yelled and Tony's head snapped up and so did Peter.

Bucky stomped towards Tony and grabbed his shirt and pulled him up, “You left Y/n at school 5 hours she was forced to walk in the rain and now she’s sick because of you.” Bucky said as he pointed at Tony.

“Oh I forgot about Y/n.” Tony as he tried to remove himself from Bucky’s grasp and failed completely, “That’s all you have to say, Y/n is in the med-bay because of you!” Bucky yelled as he threw Tony into the ground, and then it dawned on Tony.

“You love her.” Tony said as he quickly stood and summoned one of his gauntlets and held it up to Bucky’s face.

“When did you start caring about Y/n, she’s done everything she can to get your attention but you just won’t give it to her. She’s one of the kindest people in the world, and you can’t seem to see that, because of him.” Bucky pointed to Peter and he stepped back.

“Oh, don’t bring Peter in to this.”

“Is that all you have to say, you always put Peter first, and yeah, I’m in love with one of the most kindest, brilliant people on the planet, but for some reason you can’t see that.” Bucky said before walking off back to the med-bay.

Uhh do y’all want a part 2

This is a fanfic it’s not real.

/idrknidc/701950492109094912/sunshine

#bucky angst #bucky fluff #bucky x y/n #avengers x reader

104 notes · View notes

abandoned-as-mustard · 10 months

Text

I gotta get this off my chest. Am I the only woman who didn't like it? Really???

Here's a spoiler (rant) review, (not) sorry

To start off with, I really appreciate the effort into set design, fashion, music, choreography, casting, all the historical barbie references, how important barbie is to many girls, the nostalgia, HOWEVER....

'It's not meant to be taken seriously!!' The movie preaches about patriarchy and feminism, they literally go to the real world and interact with these real concepts, we are made to sit through feminist speeches about women who hate themselves, how are we not meant to take that seriously?

Fucking hell, I was being whammed on the head with a sledgehammer, the plot can literally be summarised with 'taking down the patriarchy'. And that itself isn't the bad thing, it's how they framed it -

Because just when that plot concept itself became clear, as if I was entirely stupid and needed to be reinformed, they then had several feminist quips and jokes (which can be summarised as 'haha look how women don't have any power in our US centric world view!') and speeches (used as actual plot devices to un-brainwash the barbies once the kens took over) wherein if I was a woman who already fucking hated myself and had no self esteem and hadn't seen any other movie in my life, I would've loved. While I understand many women hate themselves, the fact that there are women who don't hate themselves wasn't acknowledged at all when 'women' is used as a general term.

So guess I'm counted out.

There are scenes where the Ken dolls start enjoying stereotypically guy things like 'watching the godfather' and 'liking trucks' and 'having beers' and putting flatscreen TVs everywhere, and they are also even apparently mansplaining to the barbies. It's portrayed in such a silly way that suggests there is something cringe in real men genuinely liking any of those things. Yes, Ken is silly, but you are now incorporating real things.

I was confused the entire time - what is this supposed to be? A fun silly movie? THEN WHY ARE YOU PREACHING AT ME? WHY. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. DOES BARBIE SEE THE HORRIBLE REAL WORLD AND GO 'yes please I want to be there and find myself'

I'm sorry, what? You literally just established that ken's only role was to be Ken to barbie, and that he had to be himself, but you're saying barbie can't do any of that from barbie land just because she doesn't have a 'role'? THE MAN WHO DID NOT HAVE ANY ROLE EXCEPT TO BE A BARBIE SIMP GOT TO STAY BUT BARBIE BARBIE HAD TO BECOME REAL?

oh yeah and the whole 'become human and feel but also you'll just die at the end' because thanks yeah that's what we all believe right, that death is the end of everything but the pitiful excuse of our lives and ~~~~feelings~~~ makes it worthwhile? You can just tell an existential person wrote this

But also there were the weird metaphysical elements with the literal ghost of the creator of barbie being referred to as 'creator' and that she 'can't control you' so yeah, that perfectly sums up the fucked up theology and how humanity really fucking likes to think of themselves as gods.

'Mustard you're taking this way too seriously!! It's a fun silly movie about pink and clothes and dolls!' THEN WHY WASNT I ALLOWED TO ENJOY IT WITHOUT WATCHING BARBIE BECOME SOME RANDOM HUMAN WOMAN IN THE CHEESIEST FUCKING SEQUENCE???? She wasn't even allowed to be 'my' doll anymore!

'But barbie shouldn't only exist to be yours!' SHE IS A DOLL THAT IS HER PURPOSE

'But barbie never got to choose ken' - she's also a doll (Aka, not real, despite what the movie portrays). She has like, 200 careers. Having a hot boyfriend is not a serious problem. Barbie actually LIKES ken in other Barbie movies, and why would their theoretical doll relationship even exist if she didn't like him? (If you say heteronormativity I will bite you.)

His existential crisis was the problem that led to Kendom, but they did not spend an awful lot of time on his character for that. Barbie is allowed to sledgehammer home the points about women's self esteem and needing being perfect, but you LITERALLY HAVE KEN DOLLS RIGHT THERE being toned and sexy and hot, AND THEY DIDNT GIVE ANY LIP SERVICE TO THAT IN RELATION TO REAL MEN. EVEN ONE LINE. the closest they come is 'you're ken, not 'and ken'. Uhh thanks? If I based my feminism on this (which some people already are) then I wouldn't think men have ANY problems being human beings.

Barbie and Ken don't even end up together! It's not even that, but that they separate them so that they can NEVER be together and maybe I don't know, LEARN to love each other?? Clearly some of the other barbies were still attached to kens after they stopped being brainwashed. Why couldn't our barbie?

So the other problem is the heavy marketing of ken's feelings for barbie (complete with music video) made it seem like a romance. It was not a romance. And I felt like an idiot for expecting a little romance.

It swings from wildly silly to heavy concepts and back within seconds.

'But it's about forced heteronormativity' and 'amatonormativity' *BITES YOU BITES YOU BITES YOU* so it's NOT just a silly movie then? Huh?

WHAT IS THIS MOVIE TRYING TO SAY?

That's its real problem.

FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS PINK, BARBIE MOVIE, COULDN’T YOU JUST LET IT BE A FUN MOVIE WITHOUT FORCING ME TO SEE BARBIE BECOME PART OF THIS SO-CALLED TERRIBLE WORLD?

#barbie movie #barbie spoilers #barbie movie spoilers #barbie

27 notes · View notes

thatpunkmaximoff · 4 months

Text

[Book One of Three]

Story: 4 out of 5 Smut: 3 out of 5

I never thought I’d say this, but I’m in love with a demon. Harley Laroux did not disappoint with this book and I’m so glad there’s two more in this series!

At first Rae bugged the hell out of me because of her stupidity, but then I realized the girl was just trying to survive. As any human would. And at least Leon loved her brattiness. His punishments were… wow.

And the whole Leon giving Rae his metal scene… fucking. swoon!

Dear lord, I loved it.

I loved it all.

Now here are my rambling thoughts...

* I’m already team demon. I don’t like this pompous Kent guy. Or his children.

* Kent’s son Jeremiah is such a little bitch lol

* What the fuck is waking up that gives a DEMON chills?!

* Oohhhh. Rae found a grimoire of her own 😏

* Who the fuck is this security guard and what just happened..?

* Wait.. Leon is the security guard?! lol. Demon asshole. Okay, it’s fine then.

* “I don’t tell stories for free, doll.” // “Yeah? What’s your price?” // “You, on your knees, begging for my cock down your throat.”

* Goddamn. Leon’s bold. I fucking love it 😂

* Aw damn. Leon’s got a hot friend. Another demon? And then Victoria noticed Rae checking out Leon. Not good ��

* Well hello, Zane. I love you already lmao.

* Oh fuck. That alley scene. Get some, Rae.

* Fuck the Hadleigh’s for wanting Rae dead.

* And he fucking lost the grimoire… Kent fucking lost the book that kept Leon bound to him. Leon’s free!!!

* I have a feeling Everly “donated” the book and that’s how Rae got it when her friend from the library gifted it to her.

* Oh hell. That creepy thing was stalking Rae. And Leon saved her. God, I want a Leon.

* She totally just accidentally summoned a demon 😂 Time to play, Leon.

* “I don’t make idle threats. If you run out of here, then I’m going to hunt you. I’m going to catch you. And when I do- when I do, I’ll make you scream.”

* Well I was gonna stop reading for the night, but Leon just showed his forked tongue. I’m intrigued.

* Aw damn. Of course they’d be cockblocked by an Eld- that creepy as fuck creature that hunts humans.

* Holy shit. The way he ate her out and then fucked her… yeah, she’s totally giving up that soul of hers.

* Aw fuck. Why did Everly steal the grimoire? If she didn’t “donate” it, then how did it end up in the library? And please don’t let her father know she has it.

* Aww. Poor Cheesecake. The Eld snatched the car up and Leon’s totally risking his life for Rae’s cat 😂

* Rae is starting to piss me off. Just listen to the demon!

* Serves you right. You wanna argue, not you gotta squirm through your classes.

* …and now she’s invited him inside to patch up his wounds 😩 Just give him your soul!

* “I was like you once. I think I envy you, to still look at the world with such fascination.” // “You can still. Why not?” // “If you live in the dark long enough, you’ll forget what the light feels like.”

* I knew they were gonna fuck, but goddamn that was… intense lol.

* After everything, this bitch STILL wants to ask the Hadleigh’s for help?! I fucking hope they sacrifice her now. She’s so stupid.

* Now you’re trying to bind him and command him to protect you? Rae, you’re fucking up. I hope Leon makes you pay.

* And punish her he did. Goddamn.

* “I want you. Irrevocably. But I can’t settle for less than all of you. Body and soul, Raelynn. We demons, when we see something we like, we need to possess it. It’s in our nature.”

* Told you, you should have given him your soul. Now he’s gonna leave and the Hadleigh’s are gonna sacrifice your ass.

* Well shit. Everly has the grimoire and has an Archdemon protecting her. This is going to end swell.

* Goddamn. Callum the Archdemon fucked up Leon 😂

* Awww. Everly gave him his sigil back.

* Oh my fucking god. Did you really go to the Hadleigh’s for a party? You’re so goddamn stupid, Rae.

* Of course Jeremiah is gross enough to roofie Rae. I knew this party was just a ploy to get their next sacrifice. Thank god for Zane and “Sam”. And now Leon is here. Yay!

* Fuck. Kent was waiting for them 🤦🏻‍♀️

* Leon pierced her nipples. Why was that so hot 🥵 😂

* Whoa. Kent’s dead? A little anticlimactic, no? But which psycho will have after Rae now? The God has a Kynes, a Hadleigh, and now It just needs a Lawson. Rae is so not in the clear.

* Fucking hate Jeremiah.

* Oh my god 😭 Leon saying goodbye before he takes on the Reaper. I’m not okay. Fuck this.

* Oh my god… no matter that she’s marked for the God, she still carved Leon’s name into her flesh and gave him her soul. HE’S ALIVE!!!

* Omg I’m so happy. They both lived and she gave a big middle finger to that God.

#booktok book review #book review #souls trilogy #her soul to take #harley laroux #leon #raelynn lawson #kent hadleigh #victoria hadleigh #jeremiah hadleigh #everly hadleigh #dark romance #monster romance #demon romance #monster smut #demon smut

17 notes · View notes

biggerbetterbat · 8 months

Text

WITH YOU [20] LOST AND FOUND

Daryl Dixon x OC!Charlie Reed

Summary: Glenn makes a confession, which brings tension to the group. Daryl gets mad. It turns out that not only walkers are in the barn.

Warnings: character death, language, violence

Song: Gone Too Soon Daughtry

A/N: Hello :) I’m glad that we’re almost done on the farm, so we can enter another act, but prison era is not my favorite to be honest. Please comment, like and share to give me feedback. ENJOY AND SE YOU SOON!

Charlie really disliked the atmosphere in the camp that morning. Everybody looked like something just ate their insides and made them watch. Rick was in his own world and probably didn't get much sleep last night. Glenn was sighing from time to time, looking from Dale to Maggie as both of them were looking at him from different ends of the farm. Dary, T-Dog, Carol, and Shane were trying to ignore the tension, acting as if nothing was in the air.

And let's not mention Andrea who was accompanying to all of this with the sound of sharpening her knife.

When Glenn stood up, Charlie knew it was going to end up bad. That's why she looked at Maggie and shook her head, gesturing that the secret was not safe anymore.

"Uhm...guys. So..." he said. Charlie was waiting for how he would play it out. She didn't know that he wanted to announce that to everyone, so she didn't know what was the plan. "The barn is full of walkers."

He said it straight just like ripping the band-aid off. It was like the axe that was hung above their heads all morning was just dropped right on their necks. Charlie put away the food and sighed, not hungry anymore.

It's gonna be a long day...

"You cannot tell me you're all right with this," Shane said as they all were standing in front of the barn.

"No, I'm not, but we're guests here," Rick answered calmly. "This isn't our land."

"Oh, God." he rolled his eyes. "This is our lives, man!"

The doors moved as something that was inside leaned on it and Rick saw it. "Lower your voice."

"We can't just sweep this under the rug." Andrea tried to back up Shane.

"It ain't right. Not remotely. We either got to go into there, we got to make things right, or we just got to go." Shane argued. "Now we have been talking about Fort Benning for a long time..."

"We can't go." Rick interrupted.

"Why, Rick? Why?" he asked.

"Because my daughter is still out there," Carol answered to Walsh, which pulled the wrong strings in him.

"Okay." he scoffed. "Okay, I think it's time that we all start to just consider the other possibility."

Charlie opened her eyes wider. Realization hit her right in the face. Shane didn't believe that Sophia made it and he didn't try to find her. Maybe he was doing funny business with Andrea all this time in the woods, but he wasn't trying hard enough to find her.

Another thing is that he shouldn't say things like that to a mother whose child is missing. He could think that, but not say it to her face.

"Shane, we're not leaving Sophia behind."

"I'm close to finding this girl." annoyed Daryl stepped in. "I just found her damn doll two days ago."

Shane chuckled sarcastically. "You found her doll, Daryl. That's what you did. You found a doll."

"You don't know what the hell you're talking about," Dixon screamed.

"Man, look," Shane also stepped closer to him. "I'm just saying what needs to be said here. Now, you get a good lead, it's in the first 48 hours."

"Shane, no," Charlie said in a warning tone, trying to calm the cop.

"Let me tell you something else, man." said an even angrier Shane. "If she was alive out there and saw you coming all method out with your buck knife and geek ears around your neck, she would run in the other direction, man."

It was too much for Daryl as he jumped, ready to fight Walsh. Maybe a good old punch in the face was what Shane needed to calm down. Maybe. But it wasn't safe to do it right here right now, so Charlie pulled Daryl's shirt- as if it would stop him.

"Back off!" Rick yelled and got in between the two men. "Now, just let me talk to Hershel. Let me figure it out."

"What are you gonna figure out?" Shane asked.

"Enough!" Lori yelled.

"If we're gonna stay," Rick said calmly again. "If we're gonna clear this barn, I have to talk him into it. This is his land."

"Hershel sees those things in there as people." Charlie decided to confess.

"That's what Maggie told me," Glenn added.

"Sick people." Dale backed her up. "His wife, his...his stepson. Yesterday I talked to Hershel."

Shane looked at Charlie with fire in his eyes. "And you waited a night?"

"Oh, I waited a little bit longer." she snapped at Shane. "I thought we could survive one more night."

"And we did." said the old man.

"I promised someone not to tell you and I didn't. It was not my job, anyway." Charlie crossed her arms on her chest in a defensive gesture.

"And I was waiting till this morning to say something, but Glenn wanted to be the one," explained Dale.

"The man is crazy, Rick." Shane tried to make his point. "If Hershel thinks those things are alive...No!"

The barn doors started to rattle as something that was inside found out about dinner arguing just under its nose. Mmm, human flesh. Better than chicken. And with that and Rick's: Just let me think, the fight ended and everyone just parted their ways.

Since coming to the farm there was one place that she visited more than any other. And it wasn't the porch or the rocking chair- which by the way was coming with her if Hershel actually kicked them out. The place was stable. The smell was not her favorite, but what was inside really mattered. The horses calmed her nerves and if there was needed help she was down. Also, it was a little dream coming true for her.

So now it was the same. She wanted to take a breath after the fight that took place just moments ago, but to her surprise, there were people inside. First, she heard the groan and then Daryl's voice. "I don't care."

Charlie decided to hide and listen to the conversation.

"Well, I do," she could hear Carol's voice."Rick's going out later to follow the trail."

"Yeah, well," he snapped. "I ain't gonna sit around and do nothing."

"No," Carol said in a stern voice. "You're gonna go out there and get yourself hurt even worse. We don't know if we're gonna find her, Daryl. We don't. I don't."

"What?" he asked and stopped moving around.

"Can't lose you too," she whispered.

Charlie opened her eyes wider. So it was true then? Carol and Daryl were together? The woman was truly scared about the hunter and her voice was betraying her true feelings. Her heart dropped again. Maybe that's why he didn't want her to go with him that day when he was shot? Maybe he didn't want to give her another reason to be sad.

Then she was snapped out of her thoughts when she heard something falling to the ground. She walked out of her hiding spot and saw that Daryl was bent in half.

"Are you all right?" Charlie asked touching his back.

"Just leave me be!" he stepped away and almost made her fall as he passed her by. "Stupid bitch."

Charlie was standing there, looking after him as he was slowly disappearing from sight. "Asshole."

"Don't be mad at him." she heard the quiet voice of Carol.

She looked at her finally.

"He's just..."

"Asshole." she interrupted her. "You are not his mother, you don't have to justify his behavior. He can be worried about Sophia, but we all are. That's on him."

"She's not his daughter," Carol said. "He shouldn't worry like that."

"And how do you feel?" Charlie asked and the eyes of the other woman widened. "You're the true victim. You should throw things."

"That won't bring me back my daughter." Carol smiled sadly and as she was passing Charlie, she squeezed her arm. "But thank you for your care."

So she was still mad. Horses could have probably sensed that because they acted nervous around her. That made her leave the stables and she targeted another place to spend the day. As soon as she left it, she was immediately stopped. "I found you." she heard Rick's voice. "Are you coming with us to look for Sophia?"

"Right now?"

"I have one thing with Hershel to do before we go," he said. "But stay in a visible place. We'll go as soon as I go back."

"Yes, sir." she nodded.

Charlie didn't know any more visible place than the RV, so she climbed there after talking with Rick and looking at the woods and at the barn, thinking about Daryl and Carol, but mostly Daryl who touched all the wrong spots making her this angry. After hours of drinking she felt her bladder almost exploding, so she decided that it was the moment to stretch her bones and walk for a bit, to empty it. It was the exact moment when Andrea entered the car together with Dale, the atmosphere tense between them.

"You see where he went?" Shane asked, storming out of the RV.

Charlie came back to her spot next to Glenn but looked down to see an angry cop.

"Who?" asked confused Glenn, making Shane even more angry.

"Don't even try to shit me, okay?"

"What?"

"Dale, Glenn." Shane sighed. "Did you see where Dale went?"

"Yeah, he asked me to run and get some water," Glenn answered. "He said he's covering me on watch."

"And he was gone when you got back, huh? And where were you, Charlie?"

"Getting my nails done, of course." she scoffed. "You know Shane, some of us are still living and breathing creatures and from time to time have to go and pee."

"You think he's okay?" Glenn asked.

"Oh. He's fine."

"Why'd he bail then?" he still couldn't understand what was going on.

So you wouldn't tell me which way he went." Shane answered and to Charlie, it was just mad man talking.

"I don't get it." Glenn turned to Charlie.

"No man, you don't." Walsh scoffed and walked away.

"What the hell that was about?" the Asian boy asked in the most confused tone.

"I don't know. I stopped following him since we came here." she sighed. "Men are so dumb."

"Yeah." Glenn nodded and looked away, still thinking about what happened seconds ago.

She was sitting on a railing. watching around, just like the first night. Glenn obviously made up with Maggie as they were sitting next to each other, talking quietly.

"Do you know what's going on?" Charlie asked as she saw T-Dog and Andrea.

"Where is everyone?" she asked back.

"You haven't seen Rick?" Glenn asked.

"He went off with Hershel. We were supposed to leave a couple hours ago." Charlie said to Glenn while pointing to Andrea and T-Dog.

"Yeah, you were. What the hell?" Daryl said angrily, and looked at the faces of people who were supposed to go- Charlie included.

"Rick told us he was going out," Andrea answered.

"Damn it. Isn't anybody taking this seriously?" he asked in an insulting manner. But Charlie was quiet, she didn't want to hear whatever he had to say. "We got us a damn trail," he added, but then he saw Shane walking towards them with a bag full of guns. "Oh. here we go. What's all this?"

"You are with me man?" Shane asked, handing him a gun, which Daryl took. "Time to grow up. You already got yours?"

"Yeah. Where's Dale?" Andrea asked.

"He's on his way."

"Thought we couldn't carry," T-Dog said.

"Yeah, well, we can and we have to," Shane answered. "Look, it was one thing sitting around here picking daisies when we thought this place was supposed to be safe. But now we know it ain't," he said and faced Glenn. "How about you, man? Are you gonna protect yours? That's it. Can you shoot?"

Glenn looked so guilty that he bent under a cop's gaze. He didn't want to compromise himself and look like a coward, but holding a gun on the farm felt wrong. Like a child who was told not to eat candies before dinner, but did that anyways.

"Can you stop?" Maggie asked, trying to put some reason in a coo.

"You do this, you hand out these guns, Hershel will make us leave tonight," Charlie said to Shane.

She was talking with Hershel, she and Rick were trying everything to make him change his mind. And now Shane's gonna ruin it with one stupid action. Why did she even care about them?

"We have to stay, Shane," Carl said and stopped when he was right next to Charlie.

"What is this?" Lori appeared out of nowhere, hugging her son.

"We ain't going anywhere, okay?" Shane said. "Now, look, Hershel, he's just gotta understand. Okay? He...Well, he's gonna have to. Now we need to find Sophia. Am I right?" he kneeled in front of Carl. "Huh? Now I want you to take this. You take it Carl, and you keep your mother safe. You do whatever it takes. You know how. Go on, take the gun and do it."

Charlie stood in front of Carl, keeping him away from Shane, shoving his hand away. "Rick said no guns. This is not your call. This is not your decision to make."

"Oh, shit." T-Dog interrupted that scene as he was watching something on the verge of the woods.

If Rick waited just a moment. If whatever he was doing out there took him a little longer, things could have probably ended up differently. But he didn't, so everyone was now running after even more pissed off Shane. She just knew it couldn't end well, especially when Walsh was screaming like that. "What the hell are you doing?!"

"Shane, just back off," Rick warned him, holding a pole with a Walker attached to the end of it.

"Why do your people have guns?" Hershel asked when he saw that some of them were surrounding him with weapons ready to fire.

He looked at Charlie, but she wanted to make it clear that she wasn't involved in this, so she held her arms up. There was no way she would leave the farm. Hershel might kick out the others, but she was not going anywhere.

"Are you kidding me? You see?" Shane snapped. "You see what they're holding onto?"

"I see who I'm holding onto." angry Hershel answered.

"No, man." he shook his head. "You don't!"

"Shane just let us do this and then we can talk," Rick demanded, trying to be calm.

"What do you want to talk about, Rick?!" Shane screamed. "These things ain't sick! They're not people! They're dead! Ain't gonna feel nothing for them cause all they do, they kill! These things right here, they're the things that killed Amy! They killed Otis. They're gonna kill all of us! "

"Shane, shut up!" Charlie yelled at him, a little scared of the man as anger was taking the best of him.

"Hey, Hershel, man, let me ask you something," he said, drawing out his gun and shooting a walker three times in its chest. "Could a living breathing person, walk away from this?"

"No! Stop it!"

"That's three rounds in the chest," he said, ignoring everyone. "Could someone who's alive, could they just take that? Why is it still coming?" he asked and shot again. "That's its heart, its lungs. Why is it still coming?"

"Shane, enough!" yelled nervous Rick.

"Yeah, you're right, man. That is enough." he put a bullet right between the eyes of the Walker. Hershel dropped to his knees. "Enough risking our lives for a little girl who's gone!" Carol gasped. "Enough living next to a barn full of things that are trying to kill us! Enough! Rick, it ain't like it was before! Now, if y'all want to live, if you want to survive, you got to fight for it! I'm talking about fighting right here, right now!"

Shane was acting like a madman. Pacing around, waving his gun, screaming. He ignored everyone who tried to stop him and when they all saw his back, moving towards the barn, they knew it was over. The group probably didn't expect this to happen, as Charlie met the surprised eyes of Daryl. He was making sure that the walker on a pole wouldn't try to break free. Then she looked at shaking Carol, who was standing opposite to her, a couple feet away.

"Take the snare pole!" Rick screamed.

"Rick!" Lori called her husband's name.

"Hershel! Hershel, take the snare pole. Hershel! Listen to me, man, please! Take it now. Hershel! Take it!" Rick was trying to get to the old man who dropped to his knees. He was just watching what was happening. Then Rick turned to Shane. "No, Shane. Do not do this, brother!

It was chaos. Rick yells at Shane, and Lori calls her husband and Shane. Maggie begged them to stop. And the snarling of the walker.

There was a moment of silence before Walkers started flooding out of the barn. So shooting began. Bullets were flying in the air, and everyone started to fire in that direction. Even Glenn moved forward and tried to help the rest of the group after Maggie pushed him and told him to do it. Charlie was watching more and more of them walking out of the barn, growling and trying to get to them, but soon dropping dead on the ground.

"Stop!" Rick yelled.

About twenty Walkers were lying dead on the ground. Some of them were members of Hershel's family- even though they weren't them anymore, they still had their faces, so it must have been really painful for the family. But soon the group was punished for the reckless behavior.

It was quiet for a second, as no more Walkers were inside. Nobody moved, even when they saw a little girl that they tried to find so desperately. It was as if the time stopped until Carol started running forward, crying and screaming her daughter's name.

"Sophia! Sophia..." she cried, but was stopped by Daryl's arms holding her middle. "Oh, no. Sophia."

Charlie didn't even know she was moving with loud banging of her heart in the chest. In front of her eyes, she had a movie of memories with Sophia in the quarry. Doing origami. Making flower crowns. Painting. Listening to school stories. Hearing her laugh after Carl said something silly.

"No." Charlie gasped when Shane wrapped his arms around her. Warm tears ran down her cheek. "No! NO!"

Then she saw the girl's body falling to the ground dead after Rick shot her. All Charlie could hear was the sobs of the mother who was on the ground, still held by Daryl's strong arms. He was trying to calm her down and turn her body away, but she just pushed him and walked away.

[previous] [masterlist] [next]

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl x reader #daryl fanfiction #daryl twd #daryl dixon twd #daryl the walking dead #daryl dixon series

17 notes · View notes

evilevilevilevilnotevilevilagain · 3 months

Text

20 questions quiz for miss st mal bcus its fun and informs stuff about her character, even if a few things r specific to the rp shes in. I had fun writing it at least.

1. What would completely break your character? Emotionally? Physically?

Mallorie is a testament to human endurance: she already knows the world is set to break you time and time again, but you can always be healed and through it- be stronger. There is nothing that would completely stop her. At her best, even death seems only a theoretical hurdle(in her mind anyway).

2. What was the best thing in your character's life, and why?

She knows that she has always been loved and that thought always warms her. God is good.

3. What was the worst thing in your character's life, and why?

Perhaps choosing to run away right after one has just had major surgery was not her brightest moment, Mal can admit that now.

4. What seemingly insignificant memories stuck with your character? Why?

The week that she and her troupe spent trying to find homes for half a dozen just born puppies. She and her teacher were in the midst of dissecting a pregnant dog when they’d discovered just how fresh the cadaver had been. It was a miraculous thing, though not all of the puppies had made it. At first nobody had wanted to get involved and had put all responsibility for the animals on Mallorie, but eventually they’d come around in their own ways. Mal remembers it as a pivotal bonding moment for all of them.

5. Does your character work so that they can support their hobbies or use their hobbies as a way of padding the time when they aren’t working?

The Great Work is all there ever has been. And besides, all the best hobbies are the ones you need not spend a single penny on! Mal would(probably) never indulge like that, but she does scavenge for materials to make funny little dolls sometime, or make up songs, read plays, or try to learn sleight of hand. Nothing that would ever come up to the level of her work though.

6. What is your character reluctant to tell people?

She has learned over the past 3 years that she shouldn’t be quite as open about her angel visitation. Sometimes less is more.

Day-to-day, she does not like dwelling on her misfortunes and has a tendency to be pretty dismissive or make light of it. People don't like that for some reason, but thats never stopped Mal before.

7. How does your character feel about sex? Romance?

Sooo, funny story. To strengthen her position among the nuns she had actually become a Consecrated Virgin. Which, of course, physically she was not. But you do some crazy thing to make people like you(they still didn’t).

Mal does feel some matter of relief to be denied the mess of having a lovelife. It's just another thing she knows would blow up in her face, 100% her own fault.

But Mal is at her core a desperate romantic. She craves a *special* connection, a soulmate, a confidant. Someone to understand her even without words.

She can go a long way without ever admitting her feelings. Or even realizing them herself. She tends to allow herself a lot of leeway with her relationships just because at the end of the day, everybody knows she can't pursue romance. So obviously this isn't one. It's just good christianly bonding/ motherly care/ good bedside manner -Whichever you’d prefer.

8. How many friends does your character have?

The whole world is her friend! “Friend” is a word that comes easy to Mallorie and easier yet from people whose lives you've helped save.

9. How many friends does your character want?

Though endless acquaintances and beloved ex patients are nice to have, she does still long for just one really, properly, close friend, the aforementioned confidant. She misses the time when she thought she had one.

10. What would your character make a scene in public about?

Do you *need* to make a scene? Where? When? Mal will help! Sometimes making a scene is the only way you can get things done. Mal is not averse to it at all.

In personal matters though? Idk, you could make her cry p easily.

11. What cause(s) would your character give their life for?

Though she has bigger fish to fry, if in the heat of the moment she could save a life with her own, she would not hesitate to do so.

12. What does your character believe are their major flaws?

Vanity- at least that’s what she calls it. It's more like pathological attention-seeking.

It has followed her everywhere, ever since she was a child. It has made her do horrible things, all in the name of being known and well liked. She has always wanted too badly to please others, to be the center of attention, the focus of a crowd. It’s like she loses all sense, becomes another person. She cannot stand the fact that no matter what she does, it is still there, it will always taint everything she does, make her every word a lie.

13. What does your character pretend or try to care about, but doesn't actually feel as strongly as they put on?

Babies. On one hand, of course she is happy to preserve the lives of both the mother and the child during the birth, but she can never help feeling a kind of sorrow, too. This is not a world to welcome children in. To doom them to suffering feels much too cruel. Sometimes she just wants to weep with them.

14. How does the image your character tries to project differ from the image they actually project?

Mal tries to play everyone's platonic ideal of a healing nun. She is calm and collected, always in good spirits and always ready with words of wisdom. But she cracks rather easily when excited. Nuns do not *get* excited. If allowed to speak for too long, she tends to start using her hands and pulling various expressions and generally becomes more and more animated. She’s a very jovial person by nature and shes just not that good at keeping up the act(which is understandable when she has to be “on” 24/7)

15. Is there anything your character is afraid of?

Being somehow found out for a “fraud” and no longer allowed to finish her mission.

Aside from that, she's as fearful as any other person: She hates being startled. If you shove a bug in her face she will freak out. Scary stories told before bedtime always give her nightmares.

16. What is something most people in the setting do that your character looks down on?

Comparing the world pre-sundering to now, being too hung up on the past perhaps? She's starting to think the world wasn't that much better before either. She understands losing hope, but clinging to some idyllic fantasy that most of them never even experienced does annoy her greatly. People should be finding the good in their current circumstances! The past isn’t real! Isn’t the potential of tomorrow exciting enough?

17. Where would your character fall on a politeness/rudeness scale?

Generally, she walks the line in-between, not too closely, and usually only jokingly, but she’s noticed being looked at as a sort of wise woman has its perks in this. People permit you to be a lot more direct when they think you are conveying a lesson.

18. Does your character care about the major events in the world?

To be perfectly honest? Not particularly.

19. How Aggressive is your character?

Oh, not at all! She hasn’t been in a fight since she was 22!

20. If your character had to choose between breaking one of their ideals or sacrificing their current mission, which would they choose?

Need I even answer?

#oc chat #st mal #sister mal perhaps is a good differential #tho theyre p much the same in attitude n backstory this one just didnt get her whole congregation falling at her feet

3 notes · View notes

villainousshakespeare · 2 years

Text

Therapy Fit for a God Chapter 8

Loki/OFC Rated M (may go up to E in future chapters) Trigger Warnings: Angst, talk of suicide, therapy, unhealthy family dynamics, mention of torture and mind control

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

Loki’s plans to conquer and rule Midgard have come to a disastrous end. After being captured by the Avengers, he is being held on Earth. Odin has refused to interfere, and the outlook for the God of Mischief appear bleak. His only hope may lie in one mortal woman, a Psychiatric expert brought in to interrogate him.

Dr. Caroline Thorpe is intrigued by Loki and thinks that more lies beneath his actions than is commonly known. Can she find out the truth before he is shipped off to die for crimes against the Earth? And can Loki bring himself to care?

@yespolkadotkitty @just-the-hiddles @hopelessromanticspoonie @wine-and-whines @arch-venus25 @caffiend-queen @devilish–doll @enchantedbyhiddles @hiddlesholic @i-do-not-fangirl-i-fanwoman @kellatron55 @ladyoftheteaandblood @latent-thoughts @yespolkadotkitty@maryxglz @myoxisbroken @nuggsmum @nildespirandum @pedeka @redfoxwritesstuff @sinfully-lustful-darling @vodka-and-some-sass @wrathkitty @kingtwhiddleston @wolfsmom1 @poetic-fiasco @shiningloki @dangertoozmanykids101 @bookworm-christina @amwolowicz @delightfulheartdream @frostbitten-written @what-a-flammable-heart @tom-hlover @nonsensicalobsessions @myraiswack @loki-yoursaviourishere @ghostypau @ms-cellanies @colorfulfreakstudentpizza @mareebird @colorfulfreakstudentpizza @szycha22 @chokemedaddyloki @queenofallhobos @just-the-hiddles-reads @alwida10

"So, where were you today?" Caroline asked as they sat down to begin eating the delicious meal she had prepared.

"Why?" Loki replied, deflecting the question out of habit. "Did you miss me?"

"Considering I have no idea where I am and you are the only other person here, yes. I did miss you quite a bit."

She was confoundingly forthright. Loki had expected her to be flustered by his question, or at least embarrassed, but instead her answer was completely practical.

"I can help with one part of that," he told her, leaning over to pull a bottle of red wine out of the bag he had left near the table. "We are in a quiet area in remote Scandanavia."

"Scandinavia?" That did seem to shock her, he was pleased to discover.

"Yes. I have had a residence here going back for some time. It comes in handy on occasion."

"How much time is some?"

"Well, if memory serves, there used to be an altar where they would sacrifice village virgins to me within half a day's walk from here."

"Really?" she squeaked, eyes going big.

"Of course not," he chuckled uncorking the bottle without need of a corkscrew. "What would I want with a virgin? You mortals are much more fun to play with when you've had a bit of practice. But there was a temple to me quite close. A small town sits there now. I ventured out to get us some supplies and take the pulse of the area."

"And?" she prompted after several minutes as he returned to his meal, a satisfied smile on his face. She really was marvelously fun to tease.

"And they were distressingly short on sweets. There was once an old woman who made the most delicious confections. Apparently, she passed on and none of her children took up her craft. A travesty if ever there was one."

"Loki!" she came close to snapping.

"Yes, my dear?" he asked obnoxiously, raising his brow.

"What did you find out about the pulse of the area, as you put it? Is anyone looking for us?"

"I'm sure they are, but they have not found us yet, nor even come close. As far as I know, not even Thor knows the location of this place. Oh, he is aware I have a hideaway somewhere in this part of the world, but he can barely keep track of his own homes, much less mine. It will take quite some time for anyone to track us down. I would think we can live here quite comfortably for a decade or so."

Really, a decade living with Caroline would hardly be the worst fate he could wish for. The dinner was excellent, she was a lively conversationalist when she wasn't trying to delve into his worst memories, and he was sure that he could find many pleasurable activities for the two of them to pass the time.

"A decade? I can't stay here for a decade!" she burst into his imaginings.

"Why not? I assure you, I have more than enough funds to keep the two of us quite cozily for as long as we need. And if you get antsy, we can always use the Tesseract to pop off to Paris or perhaps Venice. As long as I altered our appearance a bit short trips after some time would be safe enough."

"Loki, I have a job! I have patients! I can't just abandon them!" she insisted.

"I hate to point this out, dear doctor," he said with a sigh that he almost meant, "but I very much doubt you have any patients left after your actions yesterday."

"They will blame me, won't they," she looked down at her plate and set her fork next to it, her face taking on an expression that went straight to a part of his chest he tried to keep locked away.

"I fear so. You broke into Fury's office, stole the keys to my bindings and the Tesseract, and gave them to me, enabling my escape. I regret to say that very few people will be able to see any good in those actions."

"It does sound bad when you put it that way," she admitted.

"Perhaps you could convince them that I had mind controlled you, but only if they are even more stupid than I give them credit for. And that is very, very stupid."

"No, I wouldn't do that. I committed my actions of my own free will, and I would do the same if the situation presented itself again. I will not have them adding manipulating me to your list of false crimes."

He was touched but really, he didn't much care what those fools thought. They already laid so many sins at his door, what was one more? Still, he liked that Caroline was insistent that everyone know she was with him of her own free will. The idea that a woman as intelligent and well respected as she would choose to champion Loki to the point of breaking several laws for him was a balm to his bruised ego.

"Are you sure I did not manipulate you?" he asked perversely, trying to test her for reasons beyond his understanding. "Maybe I am not the innocent you think me to be."

To his surprise, Caroline looked at him and burst out laughing at his suggestion. Loki drew back, affronted that a mortal, even one as charming as she, would have the audacity to laugh at him.

"You look like a cat that sprayed with the hose," she giggled, staring at him as he continued to bristle. "Loki, I think you about as far from 'innocent' as a person could be!"

"Then why help me?" he asked sulkily.

"Because not innocent does not mean guilty," she sobered a bit. "At least, not of the crimes they wanted to accuse you of. You might be, make that are, full of mischief and a nightmare for anyone wanting to maintain order of any sort, but you are not evil. I've seen evil. It's people who want to watch the world burn and view the suffering as sport. Who find entertainment in the suffering of those who never did them any harm. Not because of past trauma, but just because they like the power it gives them to keep others down. That is not you."

"Are you so sure?" he asked quietly. "Others would disagree with you."

"They would be wrong," she said with a surety he wished he shared. "You don't hate others, Loki. You hate yourself."

"Nonsense," he said quickly, scowling. "I am divine."

"Even though you are a Frost Giant?" she asked, prodding where he was most sensitive.

"I might hate my origins, dear doctor, but I have surpassed them. They do not define who I am."

He wanted to stop this conversation. It was spoiling the evening he had been hoping for.

"I sincerely wish that so," she replied, looking him in the eye. "Someday, I will be the first in line to congratulate you for achieving that state. But if that is the case, why were you so upset when you thought I was taunting you with the snowman?"

"A reflexive reaction, nothing more," he tried to shrug off the incident.

"You don't have to hide from the truth, Loki. Not from me. You loathe the fact that you were born Jotun."

"Well, wouldn't you?" he snapped, rising and bringing his plate to the sink so that he could evade her eyes.

"I don't know," she shrugged, following with her own dish. "I have no idea what Jotuns are like. They don't exactly teach courses on them here."

"You are fortunate. They are hideous, dull beasts. Interested only in war and destruction."

"Interesting," she hummed, "that's almost how you described Thor."

"It's different!"

"How?" she pressed.

"It just is! I can't explain it. If you are so interested, I'm sure the inter-realm species encyclopedia on the bookshelf could enlighten you on their many wonderous qualities. Now, if you will excuse me, I have had a long, tiring day. I think a soak in the tub would do me a world of good. Just leave the dishes in the sink, I will magic them clean later."

With that, he swept from the room, his good mood long since abandoned. Honestly! Why couldn't the woman just let things be? Why did she have to poke and prod at the areas he least wanted to think about. There was nothing he could do about his Jotun blood. It was a truth of biology. That said, it did not mean that he had to wallow in it. Could Caroline not put aside being a therapist for one evening and let them enjoy a meal?

***

Well, that had not gone very well. Caroline had honestly not meant to harangue Loki about his origins over dinner! Especially not after his reaction to her snowman. But he was so obviously hurting that she just could not sit back and ignore his pain.

There was so much in the Alien God to admire. He was smart, charming, quick, and at least in his present form devastatingly handsome. It was tragic to her that he could see none of this himself. Or, no, that was not quite true. Loki did obviously see those traits in himself. He was even more than a touch vain about them in fact. But he clearly didn't believe them to be enough that anyone else would see him as worthy. Silently, and not for the first time, she cursed his father under her breath for his atrocious parenting.

And yet, people across the galaxy seemed to think that Odin was a model ruler. Forget the fact that he had emotionally damaged both of his sons by setting goals for them that they were destined to spend their lives failing to live up to. Loki, she was sure of it, would never do that to his child. He would be kind and gentle with a son or daughter, letting them find their own strengths, forge their own paths. Thinking of him with a serious, dark haired little girl, Caroline felt her stomach flip over in a disturbing fashion. He would make an excellent parent, she had no doubt.

And an absolutely impossible coparent, she told herself sternly. A person would have to be unendingly patient to put up with him. He would beyond a doubt drive his lover to distraction.

But wasn't sanity overrated anyhow? a traitorous voice in her head whispered.

Determined to stave off this line of thinking, she wandered into the living room and knelt down in front of the large shelves of books. She hadn't paid much attention to them earlier, but now she felt like a kid in a candy store. The titles were all new to her, and happily most of them were in English. She wondered for a moment if they really were, or if there was some Asgardian translation magic involved, but either way she would be able to keep herself occupied for some time with the selections before her.

Deciding that Loki's idea was not such a bad one, she searched through the volumes until she found a book purporting to chronicle the cultures of every species in the nine realms. Pulling out the huge book, she settled herself down on the couch and began thumbing through. The bits she saw regarding Asgard did not do much to change her opinion of the militaristic society, although they did seem to have a good science establishment. She decided to come back to it later, and instead flipped ahead until she came to the chapter on Jotuns.

"Ah, there you are."

Startling from the page, Caroline looked up, completely befuddled. She had lost track of all time, so engrossed had she become in the book. Now she realized that she had come almost to the end of the lengthy section on Frost Giants, and her mind was spinning with all of the information she had taken in.

Tearing her eyes away, she looked up to Loki looming over the sofa and her breath caught in her throat. He was inches away from her, dressed only in a pair of low-slung pants of soft green material. It was obvious from the quick glance she had as her eyes traveled up the length of him that he was not wearing anything underneath them, as she could clearly see the outline of what was a dauntingly long piece of anatomy through them. His pale chest was bare, showing clearly the well defined muscles that she had felt when he held her in his arms. Several scars were just barely visible on his skin, and knowing what she did about his healing powers, she winced thinking about what could possibly have left them. His dark hair was still damp, and fell curling around his face, softening his features somewhat. He was beyond any human words for beautiful that she could think of.

"Hi," she said, stupidly, and swore silently at herself.

"You look ridiculous in my clothing," he told her, making her feel even more like some poor rodent in comparison to his glorious appearance. "Here, I bought you some more suitable garments in town today. They should fit - I was able to remember how you felt - but if not, I can always altar them."

"You sew?" she blinked at him as her mind grimaced at how heavy he must have thought her. Not that she was huge, but she was not one of the little waifish girls that men seemed to love to toss about.

"I do not," he sounded offended.

"Then how..."

With a raised brow, Loki made a small gesture and the blanket she was curled up in became the size of a napkin and then changed back again. Of course. He had magic. She was a colossal idiot.

"Right. Well, Thank you. I will pay you back for them."

"No need. You saved my life. I think a new wardrobe is the least I can do for you in return."

He seemed to have recovered some of his good humor, she was happy to see. Even if it came at her expense, it was nice to see him smile. Standing up, she took the collection of bags that he was holding out to her. From the looks of it, he had bought out every clothing store in the town.

"Um," she hated how nervous she sounded, just from being so close to him in his partially undressed state, "I assume there is something for bed?"

He nodded, a small smile on his face. Of course there would be. Stupid question.

"Well then, I'll just go change and then I think I will turn in. Would you mind if I took the foam pillow from the bedroom? It was particularly comfy."

"What do you mean?" he asked. "Take it where?"

"Out here," she gestured to the couch. "You are obviously too big for the... couch."

Caroline felt her face grow warm as her mind drifted to what parts of him would obviously be too big for. Or maybe not quite too big, she thought, treacherously. The smug tilt of his mouth showed all too clear that he had caught her errant thought, and she squirmed even more.

"You are my guest," he insisted, hands on his hips emphasizing the triangle shape of his torso. "I cannot allow you to sleep on the sofa."

"Cannot allow?" that was better, she could channel her discomfort into affront. "I don't recall asking for you permission."

"This is my home," he countered. "My mother would disown me."

"Perhaps you should stop worrying so much about what your parents think of you," she felt a small sting of conscience for resorting to such a low blow, but it was hard to think straight when so much of him was right there.

"Unsporting, Caroline," he retorted. "I will not be moved on this. You will sleep in the bed."

"And I say that is stupid because I am a foot shorter than you at least and you will sleep in the bed."

"Then it looks as though we will be sharing," he sniped.

"Fine by me," she spit back in reply, refusing to give in.

"After you, my dear," he waved his arm towards the bedroom.

"If you wait for me to go in and then sleep out here, I will make you regret it," she warned him, eyes narrowing.

"I was merely going to allow you privacy to change. But if you prefer..." he began to walk towards the bedroom.

"No!" she squeaked out. "I trust you. But if you are not in in five minutes, I am coming out to get you."

"Oh, don't worry," his grin did unsettling things to her. "I will be there."

Caroline held the bags close and tromped into the bedroom. What, she wondered, mind reeling, had she just gotten herself into?

#Loki #Loki Fan Fic #Loki/OFC #Friends to Lovers #Slow Burn #Therapy #Loki needs a hug #Loki gets a hug #Loki gets therapy #Therapist/patient inapropriate relationship #just one bed!#flirting #Odin's A+ parenting #mentions of trauma #pining #shirtless loki #who could resist him?

61 notes · View notes

justagalwhowrites · 1 year

Text

Theme Songs

Just put up chapter 33 of Beskar Doll overnight and working on chapter 18 of Lavender as we speak, but it got me thinking about the theme songs of these characters (because I listen to a lot of music as I write!) Here are the songs I think encapsulate the main characters of these fics :D

Beskar Doll

Doll - Little Girl Gone: She's tough, she's skilled and she comes back stronger every time you knock her down. First time I heard this song I was like "OMG that's Doll" especially when she gets her blaster back after selling it on Garqi and she goes hunting the general on Jakku.

Notable line: I like your blood on my teeth just a little too much

youtube

Din - Breathless: I feel like Din has been hunting his whole life - not for quarries but for love and belonging. It's why he latched onto Grogu the way he did and it's why, once he understood who Doll really was, he latched onto her, too. He defined himself as being a loner for so long, he now needs to hold the ones he loves close and is breathless without them.

Notable line: You leave me breathless, when you close the door It feels just like you took the air out of the room with you

youtube

Couple's Song - I'll Come Running: Even before they liked each other, they had each other's backs. Hurt one and the other will be there. Separate them and they'll find each other again. They're always running toward the other, whether they really know it or not.

Notable line: If he hurt you Tell me I'll kill the man Gladly

youtube

Lavender

Kid/Doc - Sweet Disposition: Her defining trait is that she is soft where Joel is sharp. She has not let the horrors of the world change her because she insists on finding the soft and sweet and beautiful everywhere she can and embracing those things and she does so unapologetically. Everything she does - her work, the way she cares for those around her, the way she fixes things to keep them around - she does to hold onto the things that make life worth living.

Notable line: Oh, reckless abandon Like no one's watching you

youtube

Joel - NFWMB: I mean, does it even need to be said? If so, Bill said it best: "That's why men like you and me are here: We have a job to do. And God help any motherfuckers who stand in our way." Even when he's TRYING to hate Doc, he will still kill anyone who looks at her sideways. And we love him for it.

Notable line: If I was born as a blackthorn tree I'd wanna be felled by you Held by you Fuel the pyre of your enemies

youtube

Couple's Song - Daylight: These two are two sides of the same coin. They both suffered horrific loss and trauma and have both ended up where they are because of how they responded to that loss and that trauma. As they work their way back together, that shared experience will bring them closer instead of tearing them apart like it has so far.

Notable line: Try to follow your light, but it's nighttime Please don't leave me in the end

youtube

Think I missed the mark on any of these? Have songs that you vibe with for these characters? Let me knowwwwww!

Love you and thank you for reading!

#fanfic #fanfic playlist #din djarin #joel miller #joel miller x female reader #mandalorian x female reader #Youtube

8 notes · View notes

renee-writer · 1 year

Text

The Contractor Chapter 13 Home

AO3

They work as hard as they can but, the lad works harder. Two weeks before their initial estimate, he is ready to come home.

“I can’t believe it Geillis! It is a miracle. He just started busting through milestones. He is ready to come home!”

“Bloody brilliant! Is your home ready?” She stands in, what will be, the great room or living room. It is. Painted and furnished, her cot folded up throughout the day, it is the one room that is completely done. Fergus’ still needs furnished.

The kitchen is lacking running water. The loo a working shower and some other minor things. Her room is not even close, with the focus on Fergus’.

“Hello, are you there?”

“Sorry Gel, just thinking. Enough that he can come home. We will just bunk down here.”

She can hear her mate roll her eyes in the silence. “I thought they were the best. That they came highly recommended?”

“We were to have two more weeks. They would have been done then. It will be fine. His cot by mine. It is what I would prefer right now.”

“Agree there. All that construction though. Won’t it be dangerous for him?”

“That is why he will stay in this room. Don’t fret Gel, all will be brilliant.”

“He is my nephew. That gives me license to fret.”

“And Godson.”

She waits a beat or two. Then… “Bloody hell, you say!”

“Bloody hell I do! Who better, though we must improve our language.”

She laughs on the other end. “Aye, I swear.”

“He is coming home today!” She announces to the lads when they enter that morning. Jamie’s face transforms into a huge smile. Rupert grins as well. Angus, well, he just scowls. An infant! As the lass wasn’t irritating enough.

“That is wonderful news!”

“I know it is two weeks early. I figured we can stay in the great room until all is finished.”

“Absolutely. You and the lad will be undisturbed. We will bust arse to get this done as soon as possible.”

“Thank you. I know you will.” She implausibly hugs them all. “I shall return with my son!” Her voice raises to almost a squeal at the end.

“We will be here and help carry all in.” Jamie promises.

“Are you ready to go home, my darling?” She maneuvers him into regular clothes. The tiny items seem more fit for a doll then a baby.

He watches her, his dark eyes bright with wonder at the sensation of being fully dressed. The nurses watch, tears in their eyes. Home going is always special.

He is lifted into the car seat. It, made for a newborn, still seems to swallow him. The straps are adjusted and he fusses a bit. It is a welcome sound.

“That is right. You don’t like that. It is alright, my love. Very few babies do. “

As she is a doctor, the standard home going instructions are easier to go over. A nappy bag, full of impossibly tiny nappies is added to the cart of supplies. There is also a bag with bottles and the special formula he is on. Blankets and lovies, flowers and cards. An orderly will help her out. She will carry the most important thing, her baby boy.

After a picture for the wall, a ton of hugs, they are off. The smiling orderly follows her and Fergus out. She narratives what he sees as the head to the car.

“This is a lift. It will take us down to the first floor.”

Fergus quiets under his mum’s voice and the new sensations.

They step into the lobby and she describes the fountain, the waiting chairs, all the people. They all smile at the new mum and the loaded cart.

“Now we are going outside. That bright thing is the sun. It is rarely seen in this part of the world.” The orderly chuckles. “Here is our car. I am going to place you in it and you won’t see mum for a moment or two. But, I promise, I am not far away.” She opens the boot for his supplies.

“Your husband weren’t able to join ya?” he inquiries as he starts to load it.

“I haven’t one. Fergus here is adopted.”

“Ah, well God’s blessings on you both.” He places the last thing in and shuts it.

“Thank you.” She slips the car seat into the latch until it clicks. “Now mum is going up front to drive us home. You won’t see me but I will still be right here.”

He is still, at first, lolled by the novelty of being in a car for the first time. Then he realizes that she wasn’t near by. He starts to fuss as she heads to the front and driver’s seat.

“I am right in front of you, my love.” He just cries harder until the car starts. As they start moving, his cries stop. “Like car rides, eh?”

Oh, was it that or… no, he is fine. Just fine. Like most babies, the movement has soothed him, that’s all. She makes it a kilometer before pulling over to check if he was still breathing. He is, though starts to fuss when she leaves him again. No more Beauchamp. We are getting home.

To sooth her own nerves, she describes the scenery he can’t yet see. “That is a monro beside us. A small mountain. Oh on the other side is a cow. They are cute things. “ and in and on until. “Oh Fergus, there is our house, our home. They are still working on it but, enough is done so we can stay there.”

Pulling up, Jamie and Rupert come out to meet them. She stops the car, opens the boot, and hurries to see that her child still breaths. She lets out a loud breath when she sees he does.

“Welcome home Fergus!”

“Oh!” Rupert exclaims, “He is a handsome little man.”

“Thank you. Fergus meet Rupert. He is helping to get our house ready. You remember Jamie.” He places his hand out and, once again, the baby grabs his pinkie. Again, his heart jumps.

“Well, let me get him in.”

“Aye, Rupert and I will fetch his gear.”

“Your home.” She announces as she walks them in. “We will live in here while they finish the rest.” She enters the cheery space. The big windows let just enough sun in, the paint colors are bright. The furniture is comfortable. She sits on the couch and frees him. Taken him into her arms, for the first time without a crowd around, feels wonderful and scary. “We can do this, eh lad? You and I.”

#my writing #outlander fanfic #omgbarbiegurl's and i's #the contractor #chapter 13 home #jamie and claire #cannon divergence #outlander fandom #modern au

6 notes · View notes

thatoneweebsworld · 1 year

Text

ITWOM Here We Go Boys pt. 3

A continuation of the other two parts I made featuring Mimi and Christopher (@vore-toast I swear to god I love you so fucking much and you will not hear the end of it) This will likely be the last part for now unless I get more ideas, but it deserves something more conclusive.

CWs because it's needed: g/t, very soft and very safe vore, ticklish prey

"Hey Christopher, what's this?" Mimi jogged into the kitchen holding a small vial. "It looks kinda like the scent masking stuff I was given back where I came from, but it's definitely not that..." The small glass container was human-sized, obviously intended for human consumption. "I found it on the floor, did you drop it maybe?" The giant Mimi had been given the absolute pleasure of living with for the past week or so shot her a smug bastard grin. "I was hoping you'd find that. Drink it. It won't hurt you, I promise." Mimi cocked her head slightly, but in a slight display of trust slugged it down like a shot. At first she didn't notice a difference and looked at Christopher perplexed. His smirk only widened as the angle needed to maintain eye contact changed. Now around 12' tall by human standards, Mimi dropped the little tube in shock as she looked at her surroundings. "Christopher why the hell didn't you tell me about this before?!?" That snide grin peering down at her opened into a light chuckle. "Because you wouldn't have reacted this was a week ago." Mimi crossed her arms and pouted. "Damn, you right." She hated to admit that the giant had been doing such an amazing job of introducing her to living in a world that isn't catered to humans. "And I probably wouldn't have been as gentle swallowing you either. When humans are bigger, their smell is stronger. While things are easier for you to do, it's easier for giants to smell you and find you." Mimi instantly approached Christopher and gave his leg a hug. "Well thanks! Now let me guess, it makes me irresistible, doesn't it?" she teased. The giant looked down at her with a hint of surprise but then avoided her gaze. "Well obviously I haven't eaten you just yet, but it sure is tempting. More than usual." Christopher offered his hand for Mimi to climb onto. She happily scrambled into place and, per usual, leaned back into his fingers. She expected him to lift her to his shoulder and at first that was his intentions, but his expression morphed and her direction shifted. "I should've seen this coming."

Mimi's breath hastened the tiniest bit seeing that she was now headed for Christopher's mouth, but he stopped short. His expression turned into a sneer. "Did you really think I would swallow you that soon, doll?" Mimi froze. She sheepishly lowered her own gaze to the palm holding her whole weight. Her legs hung off near his wrist and her head, per normal, stayed right in his fingertips. "I should've seen this coming too, you sly bastard." She sighed and idly kicked her legs a little. "I know you're hungry, we had dinner last night and you kept me next to you because you were still full from that." As much as Christopher wanted to shut up the human staring at him, she only spoke the truth. His own stomach growling betrayed him. "You want it just as much as I do don't you?" Mimi nodded vigorously. She had no reason to act coy in this situation, hoping maybe she would be given more the benefit of the doubt. Surely Christopher had a soft spot for her, right? "Then be patient. I have a few things I need to take care of, like your clothes from yesterday." He set the human on the ground, more than anything wanting her to get used to her new size before bunching it up inside him. Seeing her all flustered and irritated was just icing on the cake.

"Hey get back here you don't you go leading me on like that you hear?" Mimi sprinted over to Christopher and clung to his leg as soon as she made it over to him. "Dammit you. You know I smell good and I know you're just messing with me." It was at that moment Mimi realized that her clothes no longer fit properly. She looked down, her stomach and sides completely exposed as her hoodie now fit more like a tube top. She very slowly looked up at Christopher, her cheeks pink. If she said something, she knew what would follow, but if she didn't, she'd also be teased. Besides, if she did want a change of clothes she would have to ask her host for the key anyways. After weighing her options for a moment, Mimi opted to use the ladders and such aptly hidden around the kitchen to get up onto the counter where Christopher was washing dishes. "Um... Christopher? I think I got too big for these."

"Oh did you now?" The smirk shot her way stunned Mimi. "I was wondering how long it would take you to figure that out too." A large hand very gently rubbed up against her side, almost reassuringly. She relaxed at the sensation. "It seems like you've gotten used to being bigger..." The giant dried off both hands with the towel on the edge of the sink. "What do you think Mimi?" Before she could speak her mind, she was lifted up once more this time by the hood of her ill-fitting hoodie. This delayed her response. What delayed it even moreso was the sudden overly light and tingly sensation of Christopher's other hand brushing up against her side, his fingers teasing her stomach. She instantly burst out laughing. "That tickles dammit! Fuck you!!!~" As much as Mimi wanted to kick and protest, the now more sincere smile watching her squirm melted her. Even after Christopher stopped purposefully stimulating Mimi, she kept giggling. Finally he set her in his palm.

"Now, what was it you were saying you wanted earlier?" The sudden return to what originally had Mimi pleading now made her pause for a moment, startled. She couldn't answer right away; she knew exactly what she wanted but couldn't get the words out. "Oh that's right, you wanted to make lunch together," Christopher teased. He knew that giving the human an ultimatum would scare her a bit. It worked. "N-no! You're wrong, the opposite!" Mimi stood up as quickly as she could on the giant's hand. Unfortunately for her, he held her too far away for her to simply jump in. She had no other choice but to say it. "Eat me dammit. Lemme guess, you wanted to hear me say it, get all flustered, and then poke fun at that." The more red irritated flush that spread over Mimi's face only solidified her assumption. "Well why didn't you say so earlier?" Christopher lilted as he lifted her up closer to his face, planting a soft kiss on her forehead before she could retort. His other hand steadied her back. Mimi's mind reeled. It was only a matter of time before she found herself back in the lovely dark and cozy organ she was lucky enough to call a calm place for her. At this rate she didn't even want to retort and instead shoved her head towards the giant's mouth. "Just do it already..." he grumbled even though her expression told the true story.

Christopher gave a soft smile and finally obliged, guiding Mimi's top half into his mouth. Even at a larger size she was smaller than the other humans he had swallowed. As eager as Mimi was to pull herself all the way onto his tongue, Christopher knew he had to pace himself. If he took too much of her, she might panic if he did. He allowed his tongue to flick over Mimi's nose before swallowing strongly just once to wedge her in place. She squeaks a little upon being pulled in. Another hard swallow drew her in up to her shoulders. There was just enough room for him to breathe and savor her taste and for her to move a little. She squirmed as his tongue wiggled over her stomach, but her giggles were muffled by his throat. Christopher decided to swallow again before she got too active, startling her and eliciting a loud squeak. Now up to about her waist Mimi stretched her arms forward and down in an attempt to reach down into his stomach. Her fingertips breached the sphincter. She gasped as a more intense gulp sent her upper quarter into the stomach. Christopher could now easily breathe and tease the girl as he wished, humming low and soft so she could feel it. Mimi tried to manually lurch herself into the dark space she yearned to fill only to be stopped up above by a grip on her feet. She kicked a little bit to try and release herself from Christopher's grip. Finally, after one last decided swallow she tumbled into the blackness of Christopher's stomach.

"Damn its tight in here..." Mimi mumbled to herself as she tried to settle herself in. As always, the giant found pleasure and purred when she fully nestled into place and reached out to his stomach wall. Now more than ever Mimi felt safe. The tightness of the tissue around her moved a bit and it felt akin to some strange massage. She had never been large enough for it to contact her on all sides. Just as she found the perfect position, pressed up against the outside wall, Christopher patted over where she laid. "Comfy? Not too tight?" The girl could barely keep her eyes open the sensation was so relaxing. "Perfect..." she mumbled as she tapped back twice. "Good." It was as if Christopher could tell Mimi was on the verge of falling asleep right then and there and in fact encouraged it by softly rubbing circles over her back. She lazily returned the favor which would not have lasted long if it weren't for the purring that resonated around her when she did so. However, the warmth and safety combined with the secure hold of the muscles did pull Mimi to sleep. "Asleep again?" Christopher sighed and settled onto the sofa longways, being careful to not overly jostle the human under his full protection. As soon as her weight was shifted to pressure his insides more, sleep pulled at Christopher as well. Her heaviness and just how much she filled his tummy was more satisfying than having her lying next to him. "You better get used to spending nights like this, Mimi."

#itwom fanfiction #itwom #cow writes things #soft vore #extreme cuddling #safe vore #g/t writing #g/t

9 notes · View notes

biff-adventurer · 8 months

Text

FFxivWrite2023 Prompt #24: Extra Credit - Kingdom Hearts (Video Games Live)

lol be not deceived - i name these after the songs i listen to while writing them

He hadn’t had time to stop and think about it. These days, during a suspicious period of peace, he only had time. Hopping with the Loporrits on the Moon distracted him only temporarily. Running around with Zhloe at the orphanage, collecting stories for Khloe’s journals, snapping up every bill that crossed the huntboard–it merely delayed the inevitable. With his bride in his arms at night, while the tantou slept in a basket full of stuffed dolls exactly their size, the entire world was asleep but him. And his mind wished to fill the silence with thoughts.

Living gods in an illusory realm. All his life, he had been raised on the stories. He wavered in his faith all his life. Hydaelyn, he felt within his soul. He’d heard Her voice enough to know Her to be true. He had never worshipped Her either–but belief in Her existence had never been a question. He did not pray to her, nor put offerings at an idol of hers, nor prostrate himself before her. She was the heart of the Star; and anyone asking for his help so earnestly, he was willing to answer. That was a part of life and living, after all: holding out one’s hand and waiting to understand the one who takes hold of it.

Thunder and fire he greeted as he’d greet most gods-made-real. He did not know why they existed. The threats they made were reason enough to do battle, and wondrous battles they were. He and his moon blade danced amid the crackling lightning and the smoldering winds. Adventurers of all manner fought beside him, friends and strangers alike. It was a familiar thrill and he need not think beyond it. These were gods, but people, too. Anyroad, in the end, they hadn’t wished any real harm at all.

His oblivious attitude changed when he came face to face with Her. Mary and Da and his brothers believed strongly in Her compassion. The Matron, with hair gold as wheat and a form as soft as the soils, stood before him. She looked exactly as she should’ve. The whole situation screamed primal at him–for She’d taken the form that his people believed Her to take. He did not want to feel anger or betrayal to see her there in the flesh. She’d taken care of his father’s farm, just as she was asked every year. Even through the drought, there had always been the slimmest of hopes and opportunities to get by. She’d protected them.

Her smile disarmed him by the power of its kindness. He wondered if She’d heard him and wept, or whether She’d ever wanted to help. Or maybe She hadn’t heard. She wished him no harm; the gentle song of her voice told him that. There were more important troubles in the world than a young boy’s loneliness. No god need answer a quibble like that.

Still, he lie awake at night pondering his folly. He believed wholeheartedly in the determination of people to fulfill their needs, wants and dreams. It was no different with him. Whether or not gods truly existed omnipotently didn’t really matter when it came to that. And yet, and yet. He was stuck between a memory and a feeling. The wounds on his heart reminded him constantly of the young lad who struggled to find togetherness with his own family. The wonder in his soul, wild with love for the passions of these magical entities, prevented him from aiming his malice at the Twelve. The past that had followed him into the present was his own monster, at any rate. In the end, it was pointless to ponder the stakes and priorities of the gods. He knew where the blame for his pain truly lay. It was just too painful a betrayal to acknowledge.

#FFxivWrite2023 #gwenny writes

2 notes · View notes

brokenmusicboxwolfe · 8 months

Text

I went into the post office today still thinking about rather dark things. I was in a lot of pain, of course, so maybe it had gotten me in a mood.

Recently I found out that my brother has said horrible things, only horrible things, “never a kind word” about me to my one actual friend. She seemed amazed at how nasty he was. Maybe more hurtfully, he’d been telling her to never help me. I need to learn a lesson, you see, be punished for being a failure. Obviously I’m not trying hard enough, and if I can only suffer enough I will fix myself….

Yeah, I dunno either. My brother has been a painful mystery with his harshness for a long time. My parents worried, but were no more able to know what to so than I am. **What do you do to deal with a mindset that can be cruel, full of resentments, threats, and bitterness, that sees all the world in terms of enemies and battles? He actually lectured me once for not “hating properly”. It seems exhausting and sad.

Anyway, I limped in feeling upset with myself as much as hurt by my brother. After all, I am broken obviously. I work so hard for nothing, make no progress in anything. I feel lazy if I even rest when I hurt so much I’m crying out in pain, so when I’m accused of being lazy I find it too easy to believe.

So what happens? Oh, I get asked a out my day, so I start telling. And I laugh explaining why one of my hands is covered in something blue, why my injured finger resembles a cherry Tootsie Pop, why there are twig all in my hair, why my shirt has flour on it and I smell of spices, etc….I mean, it was just an ordinary enough day by my standards.

And so the wide eyed lady starts telling me how amazing I am. (The only compliment to seem more off base was my high school art teacher saying I was the coolest person in the school! LOL) She tells me I have a heart of gold. (Yeah, really! LOL)

She said I was one of the most beautiful people inside and out. (I resisted laughing, but it was hard)

She tells me I must stop taking care of other people all the time, and take care of myself. (Um, most of what I do is survival…you know, taking care of myself)

She tells me I deserve to take a day every week to pamper myself, just take a day off. (Not gonna happen, when my work is survival)

She tells me she is making it her mission before the end of the year to do a make over of me!

Actually that last one threw me the most. First off, a make over suggests I was ever made to being with!

It’s sweetly meant, but ridiculous. Nice as it might be to wear makeup once in my life, I can’t say I am keen on my being a living doll to be made up to someone else’s aesthetics. She insists it will change my life and everyone will be shocked by how beautiful I actually am, which is obviously absurd. Playing dress up can’t change a life, and no one will EVER think I am beautiful. And, even if I DID like whatever look, I sure as hell don’t have the time or money to mess around keeping it up, especially when my only audience for it would be the animals!!!

Then came the religion. Oh, she tells me, god knows how good I am. That’s why god keeps blessing me…

Um, if this is being blessed I’d hate to see what cursed is like!

And so she goes on about how everything is possible with god’s will, how faith like mine is rewarded, and on and on….

I’m not a christian. I’m agnostic, bordering on atheist. But I know how this goes. I live in a teeny town in the bible belt. You smile. You say thanks when they bless you or pray for you. You are grateful for the emotional intent. You never ever debate them or roll you eyes or…

And then an older woman came in, one that texts me when the weather seems dangerous. I haven’t seen her in person in years. Her health is rough, but her husband has never recovered from covid so he’s been hospitalized forever.

She sort of let me know she was hurt I didn’t always text her back. I try to explain my phone, which sounds feeble, and the post master jumps in to explain how busy I always am….And I ask about how she’s doing and her husband so everything is fine again.

A very strange thing happens. The woman is having some sort of questioning god moment. She’s using all the local language about praying and blessings and so forth, and the suddenly says: “But I keep wondering. I mean, a whole airplane full of hundreds of people, and it crashes. Was it REALLY the time for ALL those people all at once?!?”

She’s upset so you can tell it is getting to her, and the post master who is likewise religious thrown for a second, trying to think what to say from the grab bag of quotable they keep ready….

And I speak up. I tell her, well, thousands of people die every day, so why couldn’t many be in one place. And thousands are born too…

And so on.

I was doing the “well, if there is a god then couldn’t it logically work like this…”!!!!!

FFS, I, a skeptic to very bottom of my soul, was actually trying to soothe away the doubts of a believer simply because I don’t want them to be upset!! I was making the argument for religion because I felt she needs it, but what right do I have to decide that?

How presumptuous of me!

I should have said nothing I guess. Let the two religious women talk, see if the one unshakable could say something the one shaken needed to hear. But she was upset and what I said comforted her, and I never lied to her. I never mentioned god or spirits or any other mumbo jumbo. I just said a sort “ if this, then that” that I hoped help.

But it bothers me I jumped in like. I just encouraged someone to believe something I think is bullshit (not the “every day many people die” thing, but the “supernatural forced decide” implied part), and most likely have led them to believe I share their religion (which, to be fair, around here EVERYONE assumes about everyone else anyway). Hypocrisy and dishonestly about my beliefs are anathema to me and this comes perilously close.

So, today I went into the post office in a funk about myself, had a conversation that gave me an undeserved ego boost, and left in a funk again!!!

**I want to be clear about this, my parents were kind and generous people. Oh sure, they had their fill of frustrations (more than their share in Pop’s case) and anger, but it was never aimed like a weapon. They never wanted to hurt people, but to help them. His failing and mine are our own, mixed with “injuries” inflicted by the world beyond our home.

I know most folks blame their parents, usually understandably, but there are limits what even loving, smart, and well meaning parents can do when the chemistry of a child’s nature comes into contact with volatile parts of society . Boom. Explosions. Implosions. Everything changes and sometimes the results are poisonous.

#my day #conversations #peopling #me #socializing #religion #I have no idea how to tag this!

2 notes · View notes