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tenpintsofsundrop · 8 months

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The Perfect Brat

Dom!Elle Greenaway x Dom!Fem!Reader x Sub!Spencer Reid (Smut Blurb)

Concept: Spencer acts up. You and Elle put him in his place. It's an unconventional relationship, but it works so well.

Word Count: 2,900

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Warnings: this is primarily a smut fic; she reader uses she/her pronouns and has a vagina; this could be read with or without considering the major canon events; dom/sub dynamics - Dom!Elle, Dom!Reader, Sub!Spencer (he is definitely more of a brat in this and I had so much fun writing it); implications of an ongoing poly relationship between the three of them; punishment and reward (Spencer is punished for being mouthy/talking back); size difference kink/reverse size kink (the reader loves how skinny and easy to toss around Spencer is); Spencer is spanked, Spencer is gagged with his own tie (the tie is also used like a leash on him); general rough play; Spencer calls the reader 'Miss'; undertones of humiliation kink, mentions of subspace, mentions of pain kink, Spencer is called a whore, a slut a stupid brat; degradation kink (towards Spencer); mentions of paddling; mentions of jealousy; bondage - Spencer has his hands tied behind his back; Spencer wears a cockring; orgasm restriction (toward Spencer); Spencer is forced to watch while Elle fucks the reader with a strap-on (the reader is a bottom between Elle and the reader, but she still is 100% a dom in this); as mentioned - strap-on sex (Elle fucks the reader with a strap-on); crying kink (Spencer is pretty when he cries); mentions of pegging (from Elle toward Spencer); hair pulling (reader receiving); Elle is called 'Mistress'; the reader and Elle could both be considered mean in this. I hope that's everything and I haven't missed anything important.

A/N: the inspiration behind this is actually so funny. I was working on the second part of Lessons For A Genius and I literally thought to myself 'Spencer is too nice in this. he's too well behaved' - and then I started thinking about a fic where Spencer is a bratty sub and gets punished, and then in that scenario, Elle suddenly appeared in my head (I guess because Elle has such dom energy and she's always bossing Spencer around in the show, this is just too real, they have so much chemistry) - and next thing I know I was opening another tab to write this because I couldn't help myself. So I hope you guys enjoy it!! I would love to write more fics where Spencer is a bratty sub in the future. I just love writing sub!Spencer in general. (some people have asked me to write dom!Spencer and I am warming up to it very, very slowly.) anyway, please enjoy!

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You were in the room for less than thirty seconds when Spencer’s pants were down.

Usually, something like this occurred out of pure lust or need. Spencer was a very needy boy. It was rare that you felt this much annoyance building up inside of you. It was rare that you tore off his clothes out of anger.

But he had mouthed off to you in front of the local cops, whining that you ‘weren’t his mother’ when you asked him how many cups of coffee he’d had that day and advised him to drink some water. It had been a sassy comeback that had several of the men in the room laughing, and at the time, Spencer had been grinning into that ill-advised seventh cup of coffee, thinking that you couldn’t see him.

It was something that got a warm rage simmering inside of you.

Generally, he had been the biggest kind of brat all day. He had been mouthing off, even going so far as to talk back to Hotch when given orders. And you weren’t taking too kindly to it.

He had to know who was in charge. He had to know that you wouldn’t stand for him being a mouthy brat.

The door to the hotel room had barely closed behind you before you had his belt undone, the heft of the leather causing the fabric of his slacks to drop to his ankles. This left him entirely exposed from the waist down, feeling a rush of vulnerability, knowing he was in trouble. His stomach clenched in anticipation. You weren’t entirely surprised to find that he wasn’t wearing underwear. He had been acting out all day because he was feeling needy, apparently.

Before he could speak, only uttering out a few half hearted protests, you shoved him hard. He was so skinny, so easy to push around, it was almost laughable. You pushed him until you had him exactly where you wanted him - bent over the dresser in the middle of the room. It was a chest of drawers with an attached vanity mirror, forcing him to bend over it and brace his hands on the surface so he could look at himself in the mirror.

So he could stare himself down and face all of his beautiful shame as you tore him apart.

“Look, Miss, please-” He stuttered out.

Clearly he was still trying to come back from this, still trying to grovel, trying to apologize.

But it was too late for that. You had decided that during the car ride back.

“Shut up.” You told him gruffly.

You reached around his body to his front and grabbed his tie, slipping it slightly loose before you brought it partway up his head. He was confused by this, until you slipped the loop into his mouth, effectively gagging him. You then spun it so the length of the tie was at the back of his head. You tightened it harshly then, causing him to moan as the fabric scuffed sorely against the sides of his mouth.

But that wasn’t all.

You yanked back on the length of the tie as though it were a leash, pulling his tall body into a tense arch, forcing him to be exactly where you wanted him to be. He moaned deeply as a wave of pleasurable pain shot through his body, his back cracking slightly as you forced him into such an uncomfortable position. Your other hand was on his lower back, keeping his hips pinned against the edge of the dresser as you forced his neck back as far as it would go.

His muscles quivered and tears easily came to his eyes. His cock throbbed harshly with all of it. He always needed to be put in his place. He needed his head to be emptied as the control was taken away from him - as he was owned wholly, his body and mind no longer his own.

When you were sure that he would stay like this, the subspace setting in and making him slightly more compliant, you moved the hand on his lower back. This forced him to hold the position on his own, his legs becoming shaky - but he didn’t move to make himself more comfortable, which did cause you to grin.

Then, you hauled your hand back, delivering a harsh spank across his bare ass cheek.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You bit out harshly. “I know I did not train you to be such a fucking brat.”

You delivered another spank, his soft skin already turning red from your hits. Your palm was stinging slightly, but you didn’t care. It gave you a certain thrill, and it was worth teaching him a lesson if his ass was sore tomorrow and he remembered this. Usually not being able to sit right did help him remember to behave.

All Spencer could do was moan in response, being very effectively gagged by his own tie. His cock was angry and hard, trapped between his pelvis and the edge of the dresser as you punished him.

“You’re just a needy little whore, aren’t you?”

You barked, pulling his neck back even harder. This caused him to whine out in pain, such a beautiful sound that had you dizzy with pleasure as your ego swelled. You pulled him closer to you and placed your lips close to his ear, hissing the next words near his cheek with malice.

“What’s wrong? The needy slut doesn’t get enough attention?”

“Come on, Y/N, take it easy on him,” Elle chuckled from the corner, taking a sip of her drink.

She had ridden with Morgan, so she had made it to the room an easy five minutes before you and Reid had. And thus far, she had been heavily enjoying the show that the two of you were putting on. But she did think you were being a bit too rough considering that Reid was a bit lippy on a good day.

“Oh, I need to take it easy?” You chuckled sarcastically, looking over your shoulder at her.

You tossed your hold on the tie, letting Spencer’s body relax forward slightly while you assessed Elle. He let out a whimper of relief, but didn’t make any further noise to draw attention to himself - not wanting the two of you to gang up on him and make his punishment even worse. (The two of you were devious minds, and when you worked together, it was a beautiful kind of destruction.)

Sitting there, Elle was smug as ever, staring you and Spencer down with a clear heat in her eyes.

“Last time you paddled him, he couldn’t walk for a week.” You added on, bringing up the memory to try and prove your point.

“He was flirting with that waitress, he deserved it.” Elle said, speaking as though it was the obvious thing in the world.

Generally speaking, you weren’t even sure if Spencer knew how to flirt. You thought that for the most part he just didn’t know when other people were flirting with him and didn’t know when to deflect it to stop it from pissing you and Elle off. But you had enjoyed it too much to argue with Elle about it - his bright red ass and awkward gait for the week following that paddling had just been too good.

You used the tie-leash and a tight hold on one of his hips to spin Spencer around, tossing him onto one of the double beds in the room. He landed roughly on his stomach with a light bounce. He let out a jagged moan as his exposed cock scraped against the cheap hotel bedspread. But - true to form, trying to prove that he was a good boy, he did nothing more than lay there, staying perfectly still where you had put him.

Elle grinned at him before she looked back to you.

“So, what do you think we should do with him?” You asked, putting a hand on Spencer’s shoulder to flip him over onto his back, presenting him to her like a filthy prize.

Spencer whimpered quietly and blinked up at you and Elle with big, wet eyes, clearly thinking that the puppy dog look could get him some sympathy. But there was no chance of mercy. He had already made his bed, and he was going to get fucked in it.

“I have a few ideas.” Elle chuckled.

…

That was how Spencer ended up in his current position.

He was sitting in the chair that Elle had previously been sitting in, stripped completely naked. A light sheen of sweat had formed over his skin, causing his hair to stick to his forehead in that beautifully desperate way. His hands were tied behind his back with his own belt, and a cockring was secured around the base of his needy, throbbing cock.

There was no possible way for him to get relief. Even if he became so desperate as to hump the furniture, all that he would get was a fruitless, horrible dry orgasm. The cockring so tight around him definitely assured that. And with his hands tied behind his back, he couldn’t take it off. Especially not with the way the two of you were keeping a watchful eye on him.

You and Elle certainly weren’t going to let him get away with anything.

He certainly wasn't going to get out of your line of sight. That was the whole point.

The bulk of his punishment was to watch.

To watch you and Elle and not be allowed to touch his needy, throbbing cock. To have a feast of sights before him, but be stuck, not allowed to cum. Not even allowed to feel the slightest bit of relief against his pathetic dick until you or Elle decided that he’d had enough.

“Please.” Spencer begged hopelessly.

His hips arched up into the air slightly, humping into nothing, fruitlessly seeking contact. His cock dribbled out precum, almost as if the pretty pink cockhead was weeping out in protest, trying to show his deep, unsatisfied need.

“Please!” He bawled. “I’ll be a good boy! I promise!”

His voice was so beautifully wrecked. It sent a wave of pleasurable tingles right through you.

“Did you hear that?” Elle chuckled behind you. “He promises.” She cooed these words mockingly.

Both of you knew that it wasn’t a promise he could keep for too long.

Elle huffed out a devilish laugh as she raked the sharpness of her nails across your back. She sounded just as amused as you were watching Spencer’s pathetic attempts to get back on both your good sides.

“I fucking doubt it.” You grunted back breathlessly.

“If he wasn’t so pathetic, I might take pity on him.” Elle said, her voice taking on that mean edge that she knew Spencer loved.

He moaned at the words, his hips flexing up once again. Unlike when he played poker, during sex, he always gave away all his cards, always showed what pleased him most and what his weakest spots were. It was one of the reasons you loved taking him apart so much. One of the reasons you loved owning him.

“If you were a ‘good boy’, you’d shut up and watch me fuck your precious Miss without complaining,” Elle said, continuing to mock him, fucking her hips harder into you to drive home her point.

She had you in the middle of the bed, perfectly on display for Spencer - on your hands and knees, completely stripped naked. The two of you were a perfect visual tease for him - with Elle in her bright red lacy bra, a commanding presence behind you with her thick seven inch strap-on buried in your wet, wanting pussy. You were absolutely enjoying yourself as she fucked in and out of you with an intense roughness.

Most of the time, the two of you teamed up as a wicked force against Spencer - and combined, you were a deadly sinful team. But when the two of you took the time to enjoy pleasuring each other, it was a rough, chaotic slice of heaven. Like lighting clashing against itself in the best way.

When you did let her fuck you, you weren't whiny or submissive to her wills. You took it well, never begged for it. And she understood you and what you needed - the feeling of a thick cock splitting you open, that rough touch that Spencer never gave you because he was so subservient to your will. You loved the fact that she didn’t treat you like a glass doll.

“Please!” Spencer tried again, going directly against Elle’s order to sit there and shut up.

You weren’t sure if it was him playing up again or if he actually thought he could talk his way out of this somehow.

“Please, let me touch you! Let me help you cum! Let me service you, Miss! I’ll be so good!” Spencer begged, his words dissolving into sobs as the desperation heightening within him.

“What? You think you’re allowed to touch this pussy? You think you should be allowed?” Elle growled, fucking into you so hard that it caused a wet smacking to resonate through the room - something that made Spencer want you even more.

You laughed in response to Spencer’s whiny antics, and the incredible fake cock plunging into you from behind - a sound that dissolved into a loud moan when Elle reached around and rubbed your clit, clearly wanting even more from you.

Elle hammered her hips against you like she hated you, fucked into your pussy with a brutal passion. She was partially trying to show Spencer what he was missing out on, a deadly ache growing in his gut when he thought about the emptiness he felt without her perfect fake cock. Because he did spend a fair amount of time fucked out and drooling on her strap when she wanted to fuck him with it - from either end.

And she was partially trying to get you to be messier, wetter, louder, putting on more of a show for him. The more beautiful and pornographic you were, the more effective his punishment was (not that it was hard for you to become a walking sex dream, as gorgeous as you naturally were).

Elle loved to fuck you like this - she loved having your tight pussy hugging the silicone of her cock. You were a challenge. You didn’t simply beg for her cock, your body didn’t just mold and bend to her wills because she touched you with strong hands. You always fucked your hips back into her twice as hard, and you laughed and snarled back if she called you a dirty bitch.

It was part of the reason that the two of you so perfectly destroyed someone as needy and submissive as Spencer. Spencer, the type of person who got whiny and started acting up if he didn’t get enough attention from either of you in the run of a day.

“I’ll be good!” Spencer whined. “Please! Please, just touch me! I promise I won’t do it again!”

His eyes had become as wet as his cock, the tip glistening with precum as tears dripped from the corners of his eyes, his entire being reeking of desperation and uncontained lust.

“Do you even know what you did this time, you stupid brat?” Elle prodded, her voice dark and lacking any sweetness as she spat the words across the room at him.

Spencer let out a wounded sound that was barely recognizable - perhaps he was trying to compose himself to speak, perhaps he was truly clueless.

He could be so mouthy sometimes, but most of the time, he didn’t even recognize his sass as a problem.

“What makes you think you’re worthy to touch her? What makes you think that you get to touch her after being such a dumb brat all day?” Elle teased him.

She emphasized her words by yanking back on your hair, delivering a pleasurable amount of pain that made you moan out as she continued to harshly thrust her hips into your wet cunt.

“What makes you think that a brat like you gets to touch these perfect tits?” Elle mocked him, leaning over you to grope roughly at your swaying breasts. Of course, just to show him what he couldn’t have and heavily enjoying your body in the process.

You chuckled at this, enjoying the way Spencer’s features twisted up in displeasure. Clearly he was whiny, wanting so badly to touch you - but he hadn’t earned it. Not tonight.

He let out a few more tears before he spoke again.

“I’m sorry.” He sniffled quietly. “I’m a bad boy. I’ve been bad.”

“Why?” You heaved out, breathless from Elle’s efforts. “Why are you bad?”

“Good boys don’t talk back.” Spencer finally admitted, his voice weak with defeat.

“Look, the genius finally figured it out.” Elle commented, beautiful condescension dripping through her voice.

“Good!” You huffed, fucking your hips harshly back into Elle’s cock while you locked eyes with Spencer’s wet, glassy ones. “Now keep your whiny fuckin’ mouth shut while Mistress fucks me, and maybe - fuck - and maybe I won’t keep that cockring on you all day tomorrow.”

Spencer whined harshly at this, but didn’t protest. Elle grinned, planting a kiss on the back of your neck before she dug her nails into your hips and fucked you faster.

#sundrop writes #elle greenaway #elle greenaway x reader #elle greenaway x reader x spencer reid #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction

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theresattrpgforthat · 10 months

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Any games thematically similar to Fallen London? Blades in the Dark helps me scratch that itch on the tabletop, but there are probably others.

THEME: Fallen London.

Hello friend! So first of all, I’d recommend checking out the free ttrpg Skyfarer, written by Grant Howitt & Chris Taylor, and released by Failbetter Games, as it’s the canonical Sunless Skies TTRPG. So it’s set in the same universe! I’ve talked about it before in one of my Free Games posts.

Now that that’s covered, let’s see what else is out there.

Do Not Fear, by Hella Big Claws.

Do Not Fear is a Forged In the Dark Tabletop Roleplaying game, about accepting the fleetingness of life; and using the strength that gives you in order to combat a growing stagnation.

Fight as a Hunter, a person who has been given a Gift of Bloom; a fungus like infection that allows for incredible strength and regenerative ability; in exchange for subsuming your flesh as you die.

Combat or save the Rusted; living creatures infected by a growing viral stagnation; marbling their bones and rusting their flesh; sculpting them into horrifyingly beautiful creations.

Ascend the Tower; a large, multilayered structure which you call home. Interact with the factions and people within, as you set down roots.

This game is on my to-buy list for sure, as I love FitD games and I’m intrigued by the themes of infection and stagnation that appear in this game. This game is still very much in-progress and so there might be some bugs to work out, but thanks to the Itch.io Summer Sale, this game is currently half-off! Honestly the cover art draws me in as well, and I’m hoping that the designer has more in store where that came from, because I find it very evocative, and I’m interested to see where this game goes.

Beneath a Cursed Moon, by Karrius.

Beneath a Cursed Moon is a Gothic fantasy game that uses a system based on the Apocalypse World engine. Take the role of monster hunters and slay vampires, werewolves, mermen, and more in a game inspired by Castlevania and Bloodborne.

I’m seeing a lot of ties between Fallen London, Blades in the Dark, and Bloodborne, which is why if a game has Bloodborne in it’s list of inspirations, I add it to the list. Beneath a Cursed Moon is a pay-what-you-want PbtA game that focuses primarily on monster-slaying. Because it expects you as a group to create and tailor your own unique setting, I can see creating a space that evokes the same tone as Fallen London as pretty feasible. There are 11 different playbooks to choose from, and a whole section of monsters and monster-creation guidelines that give the GM plenty to work with. You should absolutely check out this game.

Vigilant, by Ill Advised Gaming.

Vigilant is a Gothic Victorian world of monsters and churches and eldritch secrets. Of Blood and Beasts and Hunters. Of Dreams and Nightmares.

Using a combination of rules from Caltrop Core and Powered by the Apocalypse, this should be a pretty easy-to-learn system. You’ll make moves similar to PbtA games, but you’ll roll pools of d4’s, similar to Caltrop Core. Characters also have a shared resource called Momentum, which represent show you can affect the narrative using assets present on your character sheet. Setting-wise, the world of industry is introducing new monsters to a world already fraught with the terrors of the ancient. Your characters are monster-hunters who find themselves empowered by the Covenants: knights, scientists, hunters, and more.

The game is still in early-access, so not all of the character options are available yet, but the setting itself fucking slaps. You should check it out.

Unhallowed Metropolis, by Strix Publishing.

It has been two hundred years since first the outbreak of the Plague, when the dead rose to feed on the flesh of the living. Countless millions perished in the chaos that followed. It was the dawn of a new dark age.

London, the capital of the Neo-Victorian Empire, is a vast, densely crowded city. Beneath the towering walls and crackling Tesla towers, where the fallout of a thousand crematoria darkens the streets, ten-million souls live in squalor. Predators, human and inhuman, stalk the slums and rookeries, preying on the unwary and the helpless. Beneath the haunted streets, resurrection men and body snatchers hock their grisly wares at blood-stained meat markets. Their clients are degenerate ghouls and amateur anatomists who practice the outlawed science of reanimation.

This game inspired by authors such as Mary Shelley and Edgar Allen Poe. It uses a point-buy character creation system, and allows you to play Dhampirs, Mad Doctors, Aristocrats, Criminals and so much more. This is a game about noir tropes, a Victorian post-apocalypse, and zombies. One of my favourite pieces of this game is the character class of the Mourners, who are a group of women hired to stand by the bedsides of the recently deceased, ready to decapitate them at the first sign of re-animation.

If you want to hear an actual-play of this game, the long-standing AP podcast Fandible has a campaign that is one of the longest-running games on their feed. You can hear from their play how much of a dearly-loved game this is.

What Lies Beneath the Darkness, by Cezar Capacle.

What Lies Beneath the Darkness is a gaslamp fantasy game about intrigue and struggle.

You play as a Horror employed by a faction to expand their dominance over the victorianesque city of Ravenswatch, while you fight to balance the human and supernatural natures that inhabit you.

You will face the dark streets of Ravenswatch performing missions for your faction. You live an internal battle between your human links and your dark instincts, between what you want and what your faction demands.

This is a GM-less game that puts factions front-and-center, with both solo and multiplayer options. The game uses the Push system, which allows you to push-your-luck for better results, with a possibility of going too far, which I really really love. The game is gaslamp-gothic and supernatural, and puts the characters in fraught positions where they must work for more powerful masters, struggling not to fall into their personal darkness. I’m very very intrigued by this game.

Games I’ve Recommended Before

Slayers, by Gila RPGs.

18XX Night, by Deep Light Games.

The Between, by The Gauntlet.

#dnd #game recommendations #tabletop games #indie ttrpgs #asks #fallen london #victorian gothic #horror #monster hunters

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parvulous-writings · 10 months

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Don’t push it. // Miguel O’Hara x reader

Summary: You nurse an ill, and very reluctant Miguel

Warnings: I’m bad at Spanish, Miguel has a cold and is grumpy git. Gender neutral terms used around reader to the best of my ability!

Words: 2.3K

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It wasn’t uncommon for Miguel to be grumpy; the stress of everything pertaining to the multiverse weighed heavily on him. He could not have what happened to him, that gut-wrenching loss of life, happen to anyone else. He would make sure that everything stayed in order, that canon events happened when they were meant to, that all spider-people were on the same trajectory. The task and the past that it stemmed from weighed heavily on him, always. So, statistically, he shouldn’t have been surprised when he started developing cold symptoms - he was under so much stress that his ability to fight off illness had been heavily affected. He found the symptoms mildly annoying to begin with, but since he was still able to continue his work without much impairment, he did so, trying to make sure he did as much as he would normally do even though he could feel his nose getting steadily more and more blocked. After a few hours, an ache began to make itself known on his forehead; a massive headache. Miguel tried to power through this, too, but steadily it became very overwhelming to him. The lights - which were typically dimmed anyway due to his sensitivity to them- were starting to bug him.

“Lyla.”

Hell, he sounded sick, like he was pushing his voice past it’s limit.

“Turn out the lights.”

Without a word, everything went black, asides from the soft orange glow of the screens around him. Typically, Lyla would have given him a quip, or a joke in retaliation, but she didn’t even try this time, she could tell he was too ill for things like that. She appeared near his shoulder, only just in his peripheral vision. “You’re not looking too hot, y’know... You want me to call someone?” “No.” “You should-” “I said no.” He replied gruffly again, “Just let me get on with my work.” He shirked his shoulder, as if Lyla actually physically stood there. The hologram tapped her chin, pouting slightly as she thought - well, as much as she could think at least. She knew exactly the course of action she’d have to take here.

Your phone buzzed on the kitchen side, prolonged and repetitive - the screen flashing with the caller ID: Lyla ✨. She had added the emoji herself a while ago, and you hadn’t had the heart to remove them. If Lyla was trying to contact you without just randomly materialising in front of you, something was off. You didn’t need Spidey-sense to know that it would be about Miguel. You tapped the screen a couple of times, answering the call and putting it on speaker, so you could continue in the kitchen, making yourself some lunch. “Go on, Lyla, fill me in.” You said to her. “Well...” Lyla began, drawing out the syllable an almost humorous amount of time. “Miguel is ill, and he’s refusing to rest or take a break. I think you’re going to have to come in, to either get him to rest here, or just take him home. He’s going to tear someone’s head off if we’re not careful...�� She warned. You sighed quietly, you knew she was right, even if she was slightly exaggerating. “Alright... Give me ten minutes, okay?” And with that, the call finished. You quickly got through your food, before putting on your shoes and heading out of the apartment, hoping to catch one of the speeding trains to the edge of the city. One of the perks of getting to reside in Nueva York, was that there was at least somewhat easy access to the place where your beloved worked - and practically lived it felt like. It also helped that most of the Spiders knew you, and helped you to navigate the rather large, and confusing building. If you needed to be somewhere in the building quick, you knew you didn't have to be afraid to ask one of the many, many Spiders milling around every corner of every room in the structure. Thankfully, that wasn't the case today - you weren't entirely sure that a lot of fast paced swinging would help your food go down. Instead, you were taking one of the many elevators installed, straight up to the top of the building; of course, the dark, brooding Miguel O’Hara had to have something that could only be described as a lair. The fact that the lights were off were not helping the matter, either.

As soon as you entered the room, you knew where he was - Miguel was always in the same place. His shoulder twitched slightly as the doors slid open quickly for you - he had picked up the minuscule change in light. He hadn’t, however, realised it was you entering the room; one downside of not having the spider-senses so many others seemed to be blessed with. “Go away.” He gruffly called down to you, not even turning around. “Fine way to greet your other half...” You chuckled softly, and it was then that he glanced over his shoulder, eyes wandering down to your distant silhouette. “...Corazón... What are you..?” “Lyla called... Come down, Miggy...” You spoke softly, not taking his former gruffness to heart. You knew he didn’t mean it, not really. He was sweet to you always - a softie through and through, beneath the rough and ragged exterior, the front that he put up in front of others, to keep them at arms length. At an almost comically slow pace, his platform began to descend. It seemed like forever had passed before Miguel was shuffling towards you. You open your arms when he gets close, and embrace him. For a moment, you both just stand in the hug, drinking in the sense of being in one another’s arms. After a minute or two, you pulled away slightly, cupping Miguel’s face carefully in your hands, subtly examining him. Miguel still noticed what you were doing, though. “Stop, mi amor... I’m fine...” He told you, bringing one of his large hands up to your own, and resting it on top. “Absolutely fine...” He reiterated, but of course, you could see it wasn’t true. His entire face was red, and hot - and you knew that for once, it wasn’t you that had caused this. You stayed quiet, thinking. How could you get him home to rest, without agitating him too much? Not an easy task, no.

“Come home for lunch, sweetheart...” You suggested to him. “I’ll make you something special...” He was going to protest about this - you could see it brewing behind his eyes, but you kept going. “Then you can come back here later... okay?” “The multiverse isn’t going to watch itself...” The man grumbled, his brows furrowing together, putting creases through his forehead; ones that had been used so many times before throughout his life. “I’m sure it’ll be fine for a little while... And besides, Lyla can keep an eye whilst your gone, can’t she?” You look off to the side, where the glowing little form of Lyla was hovering, jumping back and forth, before giving you two thumbs up. “’Course I can.” She confirmed. “That’s what I’m here for.” She chuckled softly, before zipping away to examine the many amber monitors at the back of the room, before Miguel could try and protest that she wouldn’t be able to; not that the glowing AI would take no for an answer anyway. “The trip home isn’t too long, Miguelito...” You told him, carefully starting to lead him out of the room, though he was putting up some resistance now; you had called him the nickname primarily used when he was ill. “I’m not sick...” He protested, before glancing over your shoulders to the door that was about to snap open, and he stopped in his tracks, unmoving though you tugged at his arm. “... The lights are on out there...” He mumbled, red eyes glancing down at you. You knew all too well that he would not be able to handle any of the light on the way home. You hummed quietly in thought, before looking at him. “Did you bring your sunglasses with you?” “No,” He scoffed. “I didn’t need to, when I came in.” He told you, his wide arms crossing over his even wider chest. “I don’t need to go home..” He insisted, “I will be fine..” Considering you now had no way to get him back to your shared apartment without giving him the biggest flashbang, and biggest accompanying headache of his life, you figured you’d have to make do with whatever you could find in his office. Your eyes darted this way and that, trying to find anything soft that you could use as a pillow, so that Miguel could actually lay down, and rest. There were a few chairs, of varying plushness, which you could perhaps repurpose for nap time. You moved quickly and with purpose, moving items this way and that to create a small nap area for your partner. “There we are...” You announced after a few minutes, stepping back to admire your work. Was it five star hotel worthy? Perhaps not, but it would do for the moment. Miguel seemed to sneer at the sight, but after a gentle push on the arm, he acquiesced. Maybe amusing you wouldn’t be such a bad thing. Carefully, you guided him down onto the bed, comprised of plush desk chairs. It was an awkward fit, but with a little bit of work, Miguel was just about comfortable, though he still looked very grumpy. “You didn’t have to do that.” He muttered, “I was fine as I was.” “You continuing as you were would have ended up with slobber all over the consoles.” You joked, shaking your head as you tried to help him get a bit comfier. “I don’t drool in my sleep.” That was a flat out lie - he knew he did. It was hard not to, what with his fangs; it was hard enough keeping them in his mouth when he was awake sometimes. “Uh huh, alright honey, if that’s what you say..” You tease quietly, quickly pecking his cheek. “Now... You try and have a snooze, okay?” “... I’m not five.” “Have a snooze, Miguel.” You repeat, just as soft as before- there was no use in being too hard on him when he was like this, he was going to be stubborn no matter what you did or what approach you had decided to take. He huffed, a frown clear on his lips, despite the darkness in the room. “Yes, mother.” He replied sarcastically. As much as he was protesting, however, he had to quietly admit to himself, laying down and closing his eyes for a moment did feel nice. Almost heavenly, in fact.

“How quickly did the symptoms come on, Lyla?” You asked, your voice nothing more than a whisper. “Fairly quickly.” She replied. She wasn’t forcing her voice to be quiet like you were, she had only turned her volume down in a literal sense. “Started sniffling, then on came the headache.” She shrugged. “Though I do have to say - never seen him give up that quickly before. Usually Peter B argues with him for at least an hour before Miguel even takes a five minute break, let alone a whole nap. I’m impressed.” Her golden form zipped away for a moment, clicking a quick selfie with the already sleeping Miguel, before returning to her prior position. “Well, I suppose being his lover does help a bit... I’d like to think he has a soft spot for me.” You chuckled, joking with Lyla. You had always been fond of her, even if she wasn’t human, she certainly knew how to act like one. Miguel always acted like he found your bond with his AI companion to be more trouble than it was worth, but in actuality, he found it rather cute - he too had his own unique relationship with the software. “Yeeaahh, I think you’re right... I think he’s got more than just a soft spot for you, though. He’s just soft for you.” She told you. “Now, don’t tell him I told you this, buuut... You know how he keeps way too many tabs open at once?” Anyone who even took one sideways glance at Miguel’s floating desktop knew how many tabs he kept open at any one time, so you just nodded. “Well... By my calculation, about 53% of those are centered - one way or another - on you. Like your favourite food, song, tv shows and movies, as well as-” “Alright, alright, I get it, Lyla...” You laughed gently, your eyes landing on the peaceful form of your sleeping boyfriend, who was already starting to gently snuffle in his sleep; the cold had overcome him quicker than he could have ever expected, and it was clear that his body was thanking him - and you - for giving it a moments peace. A little bit of solace from the immense pressure that never went away. “C’mon.. let’s leave him be for a little while... D’you know where Peter B is?” You asked, slowly starting to move towards the door. “Might go tell him that Miguel is having a nap, at work of all places.” “Oh, he’s going to love that,” Lyla replied, taking a seat on your shoulder. “Though I think he’ll keep asking how you managed to do it... I think he’s in the cafeteria.” She chuckled, waving vaguely in the direction of your new destination. Your voices both faded off into the distance as you strolled down the hall, leaving the sleeping O’Hara to whatever dreams his mind could conjure for him, and there he would likely stay for the rest of the day - he certainly did need that rest.

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sorcerersandskillusers · 1 year

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This probably isn't the final arc of BSD

A lot of people seem to think that the Decay of Angels are the final antagonists of bsd and that the series is gonna end after their defeated.

But I highly doubt that, there is way too much that has been left unexplored, and so many important plot lines to resolve.

I think this arc if more of a precursor arc to establish the effects of The Book and introduce more key players into the story, as well and round off many characters arcs.

I have a few reasons for thinking this:

1: This arc is about the page not the book.

2: Agatha Christy, Despite being hyped up through out the whole series we haven't seen her properly yet

3: The currently unresolved plot lines

1. The number one thing that makes me sure this isn't the final arc is the fact that this conflict isn't over The Book. The Page which is the centre of the DOA's plan's is just a tiny fragment of the real prize and the end goal of this arc is just for the Agency to undo everything the DOA did with the page.

This mad dash for the book hasn't even started yet, but I think I know what will start it-

Ranpo announced the existence of the page to the entire world, and the DOA are currently proving just how powerful it is. Once the current vampire crisis is over, there's no way loads of dangerous and powerful skill users aren't going to come storming into Yokohama to try and get it. Setting the stage to move into the final arc.

2. Through out bsd we hear about how Europe is the centre of gifted power in the world. Ability users like Fyodor, Gogol, Bram, Verlain... all come from Europe and they also produced the only Skill weapons we've seen so far in the series. Despite this we've only seen brief glimpses of The Order Clock Tower, who seem to be the main gifted organisation in Europe.

She appears in the same sequence as Fyodor and Fitzgerald, and if you go in reverse order you get the order of the antagonists:

Fitzgerald, Fyodor and maybe Agatha?

All this makes me sure that she will lead Europe in its attempt to seize the Book and will probably be the final antagonist of the series or at least one of them.

3. We still have tons of unresolved plotlines in bsd, so heres a list of the ones I think will be important.

Tanizaki's character arc and history .

What are abilities really?

Who wrote Sigma?

We need to meet the Transcendents ?

What the fuck is Steinbeck up to?

Adam and Shirase, they were clearly both sent to london for a reason and it was teased in Stormbringer that Shirase was going to make a return.

What is the Storm that Verlaine is waiting for?

The transfer of a detective to the Mafia.

Who were the seven traitors?

And of course Dazai's full history.

I'm sure I missed loads, and maybe some of these will get resolved in this arc.

Anyway I defiantly think there is at least one more arc to come, and I have some theories about Fyodor's involvement in it that Ill post later.

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd theories #bungou stray dogs theory #the decay of angels #the order of the clock tower #agatha christie #bsd agatha

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minleeeknow · 4 months

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track two - 'greedy' ft. lee know

‘pairing’ - 이민호 (lee minho) x fem!makeup artist

‘genre’ - fluff, angst, frenemies to lovers??

‘tw’ - angst, breakup, 14+, fluff

‘word count’ - 0.7 k

‘to get tagged’ - pls reply to the taglist post, this post or just ask me

‘lee’s notes’ - lowercase intended, not proofread, yn is korean (its easier for me to write), gidle soyeon!!

pls note, reblog, anything <; 3

‘previous track’ > ‘next track’

‘masterlist’

jun hangs up on you and lets you face the truth. a bitter laugh forms in the back of your throat as you replay his words in your head.

“i’m breaking up with you.” your hands feel cold as you tug the end of your hoodie string.

that’s so ironic, you think to yourself. feeling hurt feels wrong to you, since you were literally just kinda cheating on jun. you shake your head as you enter the boba shop before feeling a vibration in your pocket.

skz & ynnie

lixie: ynnie if ur at the boba shop

seungminnie: she is

yn: yes ill get you taro milk tea ik its ur favorite

lixie: get two lixie: ik its ur fav too

lino: can i have smth too?

yn: fiiiiiiiiine

seungminnie: i spy w my little eye smth that starts with s and ends with n

chan: is it–

yn: NO STFU SEUNGMIN

lino: yes

yn: goodbye.

hyunjin: yn can u stay for dinner when u come back?

you leave hyunjin on read as you order the two taro milk teas and a coffee one for minho otherwise he’ll give you grief when you come back.

when you get back you pretend nothing happened even though what jun said still takes up your mind.

“thank you yn!” felix says, flashing his bright smile. he takes the tea and jabs the straw in quickly. minho somehow appears next to you and takes his.

“thanks,” he says, barely audible. he brushes his fingers against your hand and you unwillingly flinch. “hey, you okay?” lee know’s soft tone surprises you.

“i’m fine,” you force, rolling your eyes. seungmin frowns. “are you sure?”

you raise your eyebrows at seungmin. “you’re being suspiciously nice, seungmin.” he shrugs. you groan as all of stray kids appear, their faces worried.

“all right fine. jun broke up with me.”

they all gasp and you don’t see minho’s small smile as his hand skims over your hips. “WHAT,” hyunjin says loudly. “i’m going to–”

“let’s prank him,” seungmin comments mischievously. “you’re not going to do ANYTHING,” you announce sharply as you take a sip of your taro tea. “ugh, i’ll tell you at dinner. soyeon gets to know first,” you say giving them a knowing glance.

“ok i got to go, catch up later?” minho grabs your hand before you leave. “text me so i can take you,” he whispers into your ear. “please yn.” you nod slowly. “okay minho.”

lino: at ur door

the doorbell rings exactly at that moment and you feel your cheeks flush as soyeon winks at you. “let me know how it goes,” she grins. you roll your eyes as you open the door.

“hi.”

“hey.” lee know stares at you, his eyes going up and down your body. your hand stays awkwardly glued to the door as you and minho compete in a staring contest.

“minho, bring yn back in one piece, okay?” soyeon calls, breaking the silence between you two. minho smirks. “got it, soyeon,” he replies as you take his hand and step out.

“are you okay yn?” minho asks as soon as you’re out of the house. “i’m fine, why are you so worried?” you deflect the question, avoiding his eyes. he grabs your chin and makes you look up at him.

“i just want to make sure you’re okay and not like, i don’t know, devastatedly heartbroken or something,” minho responds sharply.

“no, i’m most definitely heartbroken and sobbing inside that’s why i’m going out with you,” you retort sarcastically as lee know starts driving. he sighs. “i’m fine, you know that right?”

“yes,” he says finally. you fall silent for a minute before saying, “aren’t you supposed to be happy i don’t have a boyfriend anymore?”

minho hums the notes of megaverse before replying, “i don’t know, am i?”

“lee minho.” he laughs. “okay fine, i am. a little.” you raise your eyebrows until he admits, “fine i was lying. yes. a lot.”

“i really like you, yn.” you look away and out the window. his fingers stroke yours and you can’t pull away.

“i don’t know, minho.”

“i’ll wait.”

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iriel3000 · 7 months

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Hurry, She Needs You - part 3

Summary: Natasha becomes ill from what they think is food poisoning. Tony and Bruce try to care for her until Clint arrives home from a deep cover mission. Part 3 of 6

Whumptober No. 3: “Make it stop.”

Warnings: Natasha whump, light whump, needles

Trusting that Clint was right, Tony didn’t wait for the blood results.

“Does Barton know?” Bucky asked, standing with Tony outside of Natasha’s room.

Barnes had obtained the antidote and brought it to the hospital. The staff in the room prepared her for the first shot of three.

“Only that she's been poisoned, not how. He'll be here in a few hours.”

"How did it happen?"

"Not sure," Tony scowled, shoving his hands into his pockets, "we were together the whole time, except for maybe the restroom. We ate the same things, drank the…"

Tony trailed off slowly, looking up at Buckeye with wide eyes.

"Oh my God. Aldrich. He sent drinks to the table. She stole mine."

Bucky whipped out his phone and pressed a number.

"Yeah?" Sam answered.

"Where are you?"

"Sarah's. Why the tone?"

"Nat’s been poisoned, meet me at your place in 20 minutes."

"On my way." He hung up.

"I’ll keep you posted." Bucky said with a curled lip and walked out.

Tony entered the private room to see Natasha thrashing on the hospital bed, Bruce holding one arm and an orderly pinning down the other. A young man in scrubs Stark didn’t recognize stood to the side with a full needle clearly wanting to be anywhere but here.

“No! I'll kill you if you take it!!”

“What the hell?”

“I don’t know where she got the energy, Tony.” Bruce panted. "We were removing her jewelry and she freaked out when I tried to take off her ring."

Her monitors were beeping like crazy.

"Natasha, they’re not going to take your ring.” Tony put his hands up, both men let go.

Whimpering, Natasha curled close to him in an attempt to hide.

“I saw him, Tony…the Winter Soldier. The Red Room sent him to take me back. Don’t let them.” She clutched his hand. “Whatever I did, I won’t do it again, I promise.”

If he had a heart, it would be breaking right now.

“Bucky isn’t here to take you away, Nat, he’s our friend. You heard Clint, you need the shot.”

“Where is he? Did they hurt him?”

“No, no. He’s on a mission. He’s coming home.” Tony beckoned the closest orderly. “Where is Joyce?”

“We called her, Mr. Stark, she’s on the way.”

“Find me Marcus. Now.”

“Yes, sir.”

“No!" Natasha yanked her hand from his grasp and scrambled to the end of the bed. "I won’t let them experiment on me anymore.”

Bruce tried to grab her but she elbowed him in the lip. He fell back onto a chair, hand to his mouth.

“No one wants to hurt you, Natasha. Remember what Clint said, if we don’t get you the first dose within four hours you could die.” Tony pleaded.

Nurse Griffin appeared at that moment, blocking her at the door with his imposing figure. Without a word, he overpowered the weakened assassin, easing her back on the bed.

The nurse from before came to his side.

“Prep her arm.” Marcus ordered.

When she saw the syringe, Natasha begged like Tony had never heard.

”No…no…please…I don’t want to go back. Clint! No!”

Ignoring her, Marcus gently inserted the needle into her arm.

It was a slow injection. Nat whimpered and tried to pull away.

“I’m sorry, Agent Romanov, it takes a minute.” Marcus explained, keeping a tight hold.

Bruce turned his head, unable to watch how much pain Nat was enduring. It didn’t help. Her cries were worse.

“All done, but we have to do this again in four hours.” Marcus released her.

Natasha arched her back, crying out, arms and legs twitching.

“What’s wrong?” Tony asked in a panic. “What’s happening to her?”

“It’s the antidote, Mr. Stark. It causes muscle cramping, vomiting, and a whole slew of unpleasant side effects.” Marcus rubbed her legs.

“Please, make it stop, I’ll be good.” She sobbed.

“Can’t you give her something for the pain?” Bruce asked, hating this as much as Tony.

“No, Dr, Banner, pain modifiers interfere. I’m sorry, but this is going to be a long 24 hours.”

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Hurry, She Needs You

#whumptober2023 #no. 3 #make it stop #the avengers #clintasha #fic #needles #hawkeye #black widow #clint barton #natasha romanov #clint x natasha #hurry she needs you #whumptober 2023

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knocktherock · 1 year

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on our way (chapter 1)

A/n: my first enemies to lovers, I hope you like it. It’s gonna be a whole story.

Warnings: guns, death

Pairing: Joel miller x fem!reader

Ill also be posting this on my Ao3; Flugkind

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You have been roaming the ruins of the past society for years now. There had been times you were living with a group, but most of them either got split up or killed. So you started to avoid any group that had crossed your path ever since. You are pretty sure you can take onto this devastated world on your own, you know that you can trust your body and soul, you know your strengths and weaknesses.

you are currently strolling through a small town, supplies have been low for a few weeks now, you had your last actual meal months ago. Your stomach grumbles and growls every time you pass an old restaurant. Images of when times were still okay, when you were able to stroll through crowded streets and go out to eat with your friends flood your mind whenever you see an old KFC sign.

Shops have been scavenged long before you arrived there. The only thing you had found up until now was a can of peaches and corn. You are starting to worry about how much longer you could last with such little supplies.

You are walking through a gas station, the scrunchy leaves below your feet is the only sound around, which is why you keep your gun on your hip.

The inside of the station was pretty roughed up. Windows shattered, newspapers decorating the floor, pieces of glass hiding below brown leaves. You step behind the counter and crouch down to shuffle through the cupboards. There is a roll of tape, a very useful thing in times like these.

quickly, you stuff it into your gray backpack.

As you stand up, you're taken aback to find a little girl with brown hair staring directly at you, a gun trained on your position.

„Joel!“ her voice matches her young looks. You would guess her to be between the age of thirteen and fifteen.

Your veins are frozen with fear. Even though it is just a teenager standing across from you, there has to be a man around and there is a gun in your face.

Out of the corner of your eye, you catch sight of a man with tousled dark hair, a stern expression, and a peppered beard, adding to his overall disheveled appearance.

„Hands up“ the girl orders, you could tell that she is trying to seem tougher than she actually is, her slightly shaking hand is giving it away.

As you slowly lift your hands above your head, the man steps around the counter towards you. He has already eyed the gun in the front of your pants so he takes it, then pets you down to make sure that there are no other weapons on you.

You dont know if they are an actual threat because they seem more like a father-daughter duo roaming the wasteland.

„Hi“ is the only thing coming out of your mouth, which you immediately regret. hi? Really?

You study the mans face. Honey eyes are fixed on you as he stuffs your gun in his belt. The brown jacket he is wearing has dark, dried blood splatters across it. An uneasy feeling creeps up your neck and anxiety builds in your belly.

„Lower the gun, Ellie“ His voice is deep and monotone.

so its Ellie and Joel… neither of the two seem to know what to do next, so you try to introduce yourself.

„I’m y/n, I dont mean any harm. Just trying to get by, you know?“ you are trying to calm their nerves the best you can, you do not need trouble right now. Especially with the man in front of you, who doesn’t look like the nicest fella. Ellie has lowered the gun by this point.

„we are too“ Ellie nods as her eyes scan over you.

„Are you two hungry?“ you say even though you know what their answer would be, everyone out here is hungry.

„I have two cans of food with me, we could share“ your hands still up besides your head, you slowly try to lower them to reach for your backpack but Joel stops you immediately.

„Not so fast, kid“ he mutters and reaches for your backpack himself, he shuffles around in it and grabs the two cans you found earlier. Ellie makes herself comfortable at a small table nearby the shattered window, her gun is still resting on her thigh to intimidate you.

Joel tosses the peaches to her and opens the can of corn with his knife, his strong hands make it look like the knife is cutting through butter instead of metal. He stares at you with an unreadable look in his eyes before nodding to the chair across from Ellie.

„sit“ Although the demanding voice sends shivers down your spine, it also aggravates you; you don't appreciate being told what to do.

Though you resent having to comply with his demand, you do so anyway, acknowledging that you have no other options. The thought of running flits through your mind, but you don't feel compelled to do so just yet.

Joel puts the can on the table in front of you and you three start digging in with your fingers, nobody would be carrying forks around with them during the apocalypse so you’re used to eating with just your hands.

The cans are empty after a few minutes, the peach juices have dripped all over your hands and the table.

Ellie licks them off her palm and sucks her fingers clean with loud plopping noises. There is barely any conversation, so you make the first step.

„So where are you headed?“ you direct the question at Ellie because she seems to be the more friendly one of this duo

„back to our com-“

„Ellie“ Joel immediately interrupts her and shoots her a dirty look.

„What? Does she seem like a savage killer to you?“ she raises her eyebrow at him, you can tell she has the typical teenage sass in her.

„do you have a group or anything?“ she asks you with a small smile on her lips.

„No, Ive been on my own for a long time now“ you admit with a shrug, glancing over to Joel who is leaning against the counter.

„I think its time for you to go now.“ he mutters, the expression on his face hadn’t changed a slight bit since you first laid eyes on the man. A cold and calculating stare with eyes that look like they’ve never had a genuine smile reach them.

he has a kid with him, while you are a stranger. How could he be certain that you don’t pose a threat? You could easily be leading them into a trap.

Considering this you nod understandingly.

„It was nice seeing someone after a while of only runners and clickers.“ you smile halfheartedly at Ellie. The idea of having some companionship, even for a brief time, was appealing as it would have meant not having to be constantly vigilant.

You get up and grab your backpack of the ground, your glance travels up the legs of Joel who is standing only a few feet away from you. His thick thighs fit perfectly in the dark blue jeans he is wearing.

As you straighten up, you get to take one last glance at the rough features of his face before saying a final goodbye to Ellie and heading back outside.

You are now a couple hundred feet away when you hear two gunshots cutting through the silence. All of your senses immediately go on high alert as you turn back towards the gas station you just left minutes ago.

You do not know if the gunshots came from that direction, but your legs moved before you could even think about it.

Your tired and strained muscles carry you back to the building quickly but you know better than to just barge in there, you have to be quiet and slow, evaluate the situation before jumping into action.

Recalling the entrance Joel had used, you decide to quietly slip towards the building's rear door.

You round two corners before you can make out voices, there are more than two men talking, but you cant tell if one of them is Joel, because well he didn’t talk to you much.

Your hand only finds an empty space on your belt where your gun is supposed to be and you remember that Joel took it.

Fuck

What are your options now? Jump into the unknown behind this wall?

Or maybe you should just leave, they can probably handle it themselves. Thinking about it for a second, you picture the young girl who was clearly not confident in using her gun.

Ignoring the potential danger, you glance over and witness Joel lying on the ground, with a stranger pinning him down with his boot and pointing a gun at him from above. You cant make out where Ellie is, but if Joel is on the ground she probably is as well.

Another man is standing behind the counter, both strangers have their backs turned towards you, which means you could have the upper hand if you had your gun, but you dont, the strangers do.

As you take a look around to find some kind of weapon you can hear one of them talk.

„There were three of them I swear“

if you weren’t sweating before, you are definitely now.

They know you are here.

They will come looking for you any second.

Eyes moving frantically, you check again for anything that can help you right now. Unfortunately the only thing catching your attention is a broom. Not your first choice, but as good as it gets.

Footsteps approach your current location slowly.

Pat. Pat. Pat

Sweat makes it hard to have a steady grip on the broom, your breath is uneven, fear ripples through your nerves like the ominous rumble of thunder before a storm.

You level the end of the broom with your head and wait for someone to walk through the door. As you see a forehead peak past the wooden doorway, you bash the end of the broomstick forward and into the temple of the man.

He groans, falls to his knees and then face forward onto the ground. The force of your strike was enough to knock him out.

You grab the mans gun from the side of his body and step out into the open.

Since the other man is already aware of you, there's little use in trying to conceal yourself.

With a raised gun, you spot the man above Joel staring back at you.

The scene is etched into your mind's eye, like a permanent tattoo on your soul, as you shoot him down. The bullet rips through his chest, he gives of a gurgling sound as he falls backwards.

His legs keep jerking for a few seconds while he bleeds out on the floor.

Joel is quickly up on his feet and turns towards you with confusion written all over his face, then a little head pops up behind the counter, Ellie.

„That was savage!“ As if unable to contain her excitement, she jumps into the air twice, her exclamation ringing out loud and clear.

Joel on the other hand has a mixture of shock and anger on his face, as if he can’t comprehend that you are capable of the thing that just happened.

„We had it sorted.“ His muttered words are accompanied by a piercing stare that seems to penetrate your soul.

Why was he still acting like a dick?

„A thank you would’ve been cool“ You tilt your head in puzzlement, but the slow burn of anger is unmistakable as it begins to take hold within you.

Joel huffs and turns to Ellie „are you alright“

She nods and focuses back on you „thanks, y/n“ she smiles genuinely at you.

A smile spreads across your face as you lock eyes with her, sensing an immediate connection. You feel a sense of responsibility to shield her from harm and take on the role of a big sister.

„We’ve got to get going“ Joel exclaims as he shuffles through the pockets of the dead man in front of him, looking for useful things.

„She can come with us.“ Ellie says and looks at him then back at you.

„No“ short and simple. He rises to his feet, giving her a cold look. „I don't need the added responsibility of another kid. She can clearly manage on her own.“

After a heated argument with Ellie and some convincing on your part, he finally relents and allows you to join them. You need someone, you need a home. And they are heading to a town or whatever, which was perfect.

„I will stay out of your hair after we get there, alright.“ Even though you risked your own life to save his, you can feel the tension between the two of you and know that he doesn't appreciate your help.

You only get a simple nod and an „I fucking hope so“ back.

#the last of us #tlou #joel miller #pedro pascal #joel miller x you #ellie the last of us #ellie williams #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x reader #joel x reader #enemies to lovers #joel miller smut #pedro pascal smut

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batgirlzine · 8 months

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Hello, Batfans!

Mod Kye here.

First and foremost, thank you so much for your patience, and my sincerest apologies for how long this has all taken to wrangle together. I have a handful of long-awaited updates below on previous delays, digital copies today, wrap-up and leftover sales, so please read carefully!

To start, I'd like to issue an apology for the delays this project has suffered over the course of its run and offer a bit of transparency. This year was unexpectedly very hard personally and health-wise, and without going into detail about illness for the sake of sensitivity, took me out of contact on several weeks-long stretches and occasions, leaving my team in the dark without news—and by extension all of you. Such long radio silence and delays are not what you want in a project that deals with people's money, trust and time, and I know it's been frustrating, and for that I'm so sorry. My lack of communication was difficult and monumentally unfair for everyone involved, and I wanted to take a moment to thank Mods Ari and Michi, as well as Kait, for working behind the scenes to keep things running, to update all of you when they could, and for going above and beyond in ways there aren’t words for, when I was unable or unwilling to step up. If any readers are in the zine scene (as regular buyers, or as contributors yourselves) and see them on a project in the future, please check it out, because they’re a force like no other, and will make an amazing experience out of anything they run. They are, quite frankly, the only reason this project was started and finished, and deserve all the support you guys have sent and more for what they went through and accomplished despite the difficulties I caused them, our contributors, and our timeline to you, our customers.

Order Fulfillment

All customer orders were mailed out June 2nd. As I was unable to update BigCartel with tracking at the time, it meant that most of you were not notified. I’m incredibly sorry. I’ve spoken to a handful of folks about their packages this week, but from our internal shipping system, it appears everything was safely delivered. If you have not received your package, or have had any issues with your delivery, please touch base with me at [email protected] about your order!

Contributor bundles will be going out this weekend, which means it’s time for…

Digital Bundles

An email with a direct link to our wonderful digital bundles will follow this update that just went out in about an hour just to please email spam servers, so please keep your eyes peeled and on your inboxes if you're waiting on that! If you have any issues receiving it, make sure you check spam/junk folders first and then reach out so I can help ensure you receive it!

And Finally, Leftovers!

Last but certainly not least, a final announcement for anyone with a friend or loved one eagerly awaiting getting their hands on the cool book and wicked merch they saw you get recently. Our leftover sales will be opening Wednesday, September 20th! If you know someone who missed out on sales the first time around and would love to support this incredible project, please spread the word—or if you’d like to grab an extra keychain for your collection, we’ll see you then!

A separate post with a full announcement will be made tomorrow to circulate just so it doesn't get lost in the update here.

Thank you so much for reading this far, and for sticking with us and supporting this project.

#batgirl zine #batgirls zine #batgirls #production updates #leftovers coming wednesday the 20th #digital bundles coming today

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ask-misconduct · 10 days

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Hello!

This is the one and only!!! official ask blog!!! for Misconduct sans!

Yippie yay and everything, but who is Misconduct?

(it's this guy ^)

He's a Sci sans variant that was kidnapped by Nightmare and now lives with the bad sanses in the castle. He does all kinds of things for Nightmare and the most important task he's given to Mis is to find a way to travel between AUs without a natural ability to do so. (as an example Nightmare or Error can naturally travel between AUs but someone like Killer can't)

Asks are probably open, if they're not just wait a day or two

As for reading the posts themselves if there's anyone who also likes just scrolling through ask blogs like me there isn't really any order in which you have to read them, but I'd recommend starting from the oldest post, which is. a bit obvious i guess.

Asks that are connected to eachother have a blue (or purple) link in the post under the image.

Also, if there's green text under the image, that's also part of the answer for an ask, just not on a drawing! (As more characters come into play, some other colors miight appear too maybe)

Does this blog have a plot?

it does actually, but it's pretty loose and nothing happened so far lol

if a post isn't canon to whatever im trying to create i'll tag it as #notcanon4blog

^ these posts are probably interactions with ocs when mis is in the castle and stuff

you know like things that wouldn't make sense cause having anons pop out of the blue is already unexplainable enough but whole ocs?? damnn thatd be so hard lol

ofc feel free to interact as an oc or persona or smth!!!

Okay okay, whatever, but what can I ask?

Anything, more or less! Of course there are limits but they should be obvious. (don't be an asshole basically)

preferably don't rp w/ ur own sans ocs? i know i have done a few asks with sans ocs but i actually have a kind of plot for this guy and these aren't making it easy. thanks

Also no nsfw asks!!

later on i will be also doing asks from other characters, but i need to do a few things beforehand lol ill be editing this post as the ask blog changes nd stuff

Can I draw Misconduct?

Yes! Absolutely! 100000%! Just make sure to credit me - you can either use this blog (@ask-misconduct) or my primary blog (@sappytadek) for credit

also mention me or tell me.in some way i wanna seeeee

Feel free to ask!

#ALSO!! thanks for 50 followers!!!#:D #pinned post #ask misconduct #misconduct sans #utmv #no other tags cause i said so #why do i feel embarrased to post this lmaooo #lit makes no sense but okay sure

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local-anaesthesia · 9 months

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A Cure in Liyue: Kaeya x Fem!Reader One Shot

This one-shot is from my collection called "Postcards from Teyvat," originally posted on AO3. SUMMARY ---

You experienced an unexpected and unfamiliar illness, and Kaeya went to extraordinary measures to ensure your speedy recovery and restored health.

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Kaeya x Fem reader, sickness, fluff, gentle dom Kaeya

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As the days passed, you have found yourself feeling more and more unwell. What had started as a simple cold had turned into something more serious, and it was starting to worry both you and your husband, Kaeya. He had been nothing short of a caring and loving partner, always by your side, helping you with whatever you needed.

One morning, as you woke up feeling particularly weak, Kaeya looked at you with concern in his eyes and asked, "Are you okay, my love?"

"I think it's just a cold," you replied, trying to sound reassuring. "I'll be fine, don't worry."

"Stay home, okay? I'll inform Jean that you won't be able to come to work. I'll also ask Sucrose to create something that might help you feel better," he said, his hand touching your warm forehead.

"Thank you, my love," you uttered, your eyes glistening with fever-induced moisture, feeling thankful that Kaeya was there for you.

Your colleagues at work noticed your poor perfomance while you were sick, making them send you home earlier than usual.

"For today, I'll handle my wife's responsibilities; she's been quite unwell, and I want her to have the chance to rest," Kaeya informed the acting grandmaster, Jean. Naturally, Jean assented, as she too shared concerns about your well-being.

"I truly hope she recovers quickly," Jean expressed, and Kaeya nodded solemnly in agreement.

Throughout the day, you found yourself repeatedly drifting in and out of sleep while confined to your bed. The fever led to peculiar dreams, and each time you awoke, you were soaked in sweat. Your activities were limited to short trips to the washroom or to grab a bite to eat; beyond that, you were too weak.

Summoning your resolve, you decided to make a cup of hot tea. Just as you were about to start, Kaeya returned home from work and noticed your attempt to set up the kettle.

"Please, have a seat there. Let me handle this. I wouldn't want you to accidentally burn yourself," he gently intervened, taking over the task you were grappling with.

With a contented sigh, you shifted to the couch and observed Kaeya as he prepared your tea.

"By the way, my love, you appear to be doing better," he inquired from a short distance.

"I'm still sweating from the fever, and my head is still spinning," you responded with a hint of frustration.

Kaeya arrived with your tea and settled down beside you, his hand instinctively reaching out to your forehead to gauge your fever.

"No need to concern yourself about work; I've already taken care of everything for you," Kaeya reassured, observing you as you took sips of your tea.

"Darling, you really didn't need to go to such lengths," you began to interject.

"Don't worry about it. I'm doing this willingly," he insisted, gently lowering your hand.

But the weeks went by, and you were still awfully sick. Kaeya had taken charge of the household, ensuring everything was in order so you could rest and recover. He cooked for you, cleaned the house, and made sure you had everything you needed. Yet, despite his efforts, your condition showed no signs of improvement.

Kaeya had never complained of the exhaustion brought on by the additional workload, both at work and at home. He was willing to go to great lengths as long as it was for your well-being.

As he swept the bedroom and you lay weakly on the bed, Kaeya inquired, "How did the potion Sucrose made for you work? Did you notice any changes?"

Your voice sounded feeble as you responded, "I haven't felt much of a difference."

Determined to find a solution, Kaeya ventured out to the nearest pharmacy in Mondstadt. He sought a cure for the mysterious ailment you were facing. Unfortunately, the pharmacy could only offer cold medicine, though Kaeya was convinced that your condition was more serious than a common cold.

During his walk through the city, Lisa stopped him. "Is your wife still unwell?" she asked.

Kaeya's expression turned somber as he replied, "Yes, unfortunately. Nothing seems to be working. I don't know what's wrong."

Lisa pondered for a moment before sharing her insight. "You know, I've read that Liyue possesses the most advanced medicine in all of Teyvat. Perhaps you should consider paying a visit. They might have a remedy that could help. They're ahead of Mondstadt when it comes to medical advancements."

Kaeya's motivation surged with newfound hope. The idea of traveling to Liyue to find a cure for you began to take shape in his mind.

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Kaeya's worry only grew with each passing day, and he couldn't bear to see you suffer like this. "I'm going to travel to Liyue," he told you one day. "I'll visit Bubu Pharmacy. They have renowned medicine that might help you recover."

As much as you protested, he was determined to find a cure for you.

That evening, Kaeya busied himself with packing his belongings for his upcoming trip to Liyue.

He offered you reassurance, "Diluc will be here to take care of you while I'm away, my love. You don't need to worry." His fingers gently caressed your face, and he sealed his words with a tender kiss on your lips, providing you with a sense of comfort.

Your voice held a mixture of emotions as you replied, "I'm going to miss you so much."

His eyes softened as he gazed at you. "And I can't wait to see you back in full energy. I've missed that even more," he expressed before returning to his task of packing.

Soon enough, Diluc had arrived at your residence to stay for the duration of Kaeya's absence. Kaeya meticulously instructed him about your daily routine and the household tasks that needed attention.

"She needs to take these remedies both in the morning and at night, after meals. Please ensure her well-being. I trust you with this responsibility," Kaeya's words were solemn and unwavering, a rare display of seriousness from both brothers, with no room for compromise or questions.

During the days when Kaeya was absent, a sense of emptiness pervaded your life, but Diluc was there as a source of solace. You found yourself reflecting on your experiences—times when you had been without Kaeya for longer stretches, yet the current separation felt more challenging.

"Y/N, I've prepared some porridge. Would you prefer it brought to your bedside or served at the dining table?" Diluc's voice interrupted your musings, drawing you back to the present.

"Thank you, Diluc. The dining table is fine. I've been in bed for hours," you replied, slowly rising and slipping on your slippers.

Seated across from each other at the dining table, you observed Diluc's attempt at cooking. While his culinary skills might not have been top-notch, his effort held significance and that's what truly mattered.

"So, who's managing the winery while you're away, Diluc?" Seeking to break the silence with curiosity, you posed the question.

"Elzer is taking care of the winery in my absence, and Charles is handling the tavern. I trust both of them to manage things efficiently," Diluc responded, his tone maintaining a sense of formality.

Time went by as you anxiously anticipated your husband's return. Heartfelt cards accompanied bouquets of flowers from your friends, wishing you a speedy recovery and warming your heart.

Despite your weakened state, you busied yourself tending to the flowers you had received, determined to stay occupied. The monotony of bedrest and being confined to your home left you feeling restless and bored.

While changing the water in one of the vases, your eyes fell upon a picture of you and Kaeya hanging on the wall. Memories of that moment flooded back, and a wave of longing for him washed over you. How much you missed him.

Diluc, once again checking in on you, asked, "Y/N, how are you feeling?"

"I'm managing, though my joints seem to be giving me trouble for some reason," you replied, becoming accustomed to the limitations of your weakened body.

The following day, as you carefully relocated the flower vase to a spot with ample sunlight near the window, the sound of the door swinging open reached your ears.

"I've got the medicine!" Kaeya's voice carried a palpable sense of relief as he entered, clutching a vial in his hand.

Your heart leapt with joy, and you rushed over to him, embracing him tightly. His warm whisper brushed against your ear, "I hope this finally brings you back to health," his hug enveloping you in a comforting embrace.

Observing the scene from a distance, Diluc witnessed the two of you in the midst of your embrace. While you held onto Kaeya, he noticed Kaeya give him a subtle nod, signifying that his mission was accomplished and acknowledging Diluc's efforts.

In response, Diluc offered a silent nod in return, mentally preparing to take his leave from your home.

Upon beginning the medication, you experienced a notable enhancement in your well-being. Your vision sharpened, the fever subsided, and the discomfort in your joints diminished.

Kaeya shared his experiences during his journey to Liyue, detailing his encounters with significant figures like Lady Ningguang and the nation's Archon, Zhongli. He proceeded to describe the composition of the remedy, its ingredients, and the nature of the illness it was meant to address.

His love was ethereal, like a guiding light that never dimmed. He had traveled all the way to Liyue, seeking a cure for you, and that act of love and devotion touched your heart in ways you could never express.

As you regained your strength, you looked at Kaeya with gratitude and love. "Thank you," you whispered with voice filled with emotion. "You've done so much for me. I don't know what I would do without you."

He smiled gently, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "You don't have to thank me. Taking care of you is my duty and my privilege. I love you, and I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

#kaeya x reader #genshin impact x reader #kaeya #kaeya fanfic #genshin fanfic #genshin imagines #kaeya fluff #gentle dom kaeya #platonic diluc and kaeya #diluc

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accidentalmistress · 8 months

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Accidental Mistress - Beneath the Mask

I believe someone ordered an Oraion sickfic?

(For more Accidental Mistress content, check out the Master Post.)

Please do not reblog to non kink blogs, minors DNI.

Title: Beneath the Mask

Word Count: 2,407

Content and Warnings: male snz, non-human snz, sickfic

In which Oraion's claim that "demons do not get sick" comes conspicuously into question.

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When Oraion began having prolonged fits of harsh coughing, Noelle knew something was amiss. It had only been a few days since he’d made love to her while she was still sick with fever. He'd sworn up and down that demons could not fall ill, yet the young witch had her doubts. After all, hadn’t he also spent the greater part of his life, thousands of years by his claim, without so much as a single sneeze? Yet, as soon as the contract between them was forged, he’d been bestowed with the most sensitive nose Noelle had ever had the pleasure of knowing, all in the name of better equipping the incubus to satisfy his Mistress's unique sexual appetites.

Yesterday he'd locked himself in his room and refused to see her. Even her knock upon his door went unanswered. Earlier, Oraion had been adamant that she not enter the room under any circumstances. Now the silence from therein worried her, and Noelle struggled between her fear of upsetting the demon and her concern for his well-being.

Concern won out in the end, and Noelle placed her hand upon the doorknob. She focused her will and reached out into the ambient magical energy that surrounded her and suffused all things: mana. This was her tower, her sanctum, and as its Master she demanded that nothing remain closed to her. Under her fingers she felt a soft click as the lock came undone. Funny that the lessons Oraion had given her in magic were now the key to breaking into his room. With a steadying breath, she turned the knob and pushed the door open.

“Oraion? I know you said not to come in, but you didn't answer when I knocked, so… I got worried.”

Still no answer, but at least now she could hear him breathing. Perhaps he was only deeply asleep.

There was no light in the room, only the illumination from the doorway. Noelle crept inside with careful steps. If he was resting she didn't necessarily want to wake him, but even laying eyes on him would do much to ease her mind. The crimson-tufted tip of his tail twitched as it hung over the foot of the bed, poking out from beneath the covers. He'd gathered a massive pile of cushions and blankets in the middle of the bed, like a nest.

She approached the head of the bed and heard his breathing more clearly, labored and wheezing. He was completely under the blankets, somewhere within the nest of cushions. There was no longer any doubt in her mind that her Servant was sick. She wanted to chide him for trying to hide it, but that would make her a hypocrite: she had done the exact same when she first fell ill.

Noelle anxiously tucked an errant chestnut curl behind her ear as she debated whether or not to call out to him again. If he was sick, he needed rest, but surely there was something she could do for him? He’d taken such wonderful care of her while she was sick. How could she not now wish to return the favor?

“Um, Oraion? Are you awake? I… I'm sorry for not doing as you asked, but I only want to help you. You don't need to be embarrassed—”

The blankets shifted as he stirred. A horned head rose out of the covers… and kept rising. Noelle's eyes widened behind her glasses as a lengthy neck appeared, covered in flowing, crimson fur. The face bore an equine snout covered in gray scales, almost draconic in appearance. Long fangs protruded from the lips. Red eyes blinked blearily at her, glowing faintly in the darkened room. On either side of its head the curling horns swept back, covered in spiky ridges and joined by a third horn erupting from the center of its forehead.

Noelle took a half step back. There wasn't a pile of cushions in the bed at all—that was the creature's body. As the blankets fell back she could just make out the shoulders, wings folded against its sides. The mane of thick, red fur ran down its chest, but its sides and legs bore the same gray scales as its face. Expecting claws, she was surprised to find that its legs ended in silvery, cloven hooves.

This creature… it had to be…

“Oraion?”

“I thought I told you to stay out.”

His voice was the same but rougher, more resonant in his much larger body.

“I-I know. I'm sorry, I just… What's happened to you?”

Those glowing eyes pierced her. Instead of answering he snorted, jets of white steam billowing from his nostrils. Noelle jumped, unable to suppress it, but she held her ground.

“Oraion, please. I-I don't understand. What's going on?”

“Leave.”

She swallowed, hard.

“No.”

“I said: get out.”

Noelle flinched. Oraion never used that tone with her. Was he trying to scare her off so she would leave him be? Or was he genuinely angry with her for finding him like this? He had a right to that anger, she supposed, but she could no more ignore his condition and leave than she could sprout wings of her own and fly out the window. Noelle took a step closer to the bed and balled her hands into trembling fists.

“I-I'm not going to leave until you tell me what's going on! I am your Mistress—you're mine, remember? A-and that means… it- it means that I'm responsible for you!”

Another moment of tense silence, and then he sighed and lowered his great head back down onto the bed.

“I am weak. I cannot hold my… the form that you're used to.”

“Then this is… your true form?”

He didn't answer right away.

“In a sense.”

He closed his eyes and resumed his labored breathing, then his maned chest spasmed with wet-sounding coughs.

“Oh, Oraion…”

She sat down on the edge of the bed beside him and gestured at the lamp on the bedside table, willing the flame to life. Oraion groaned as warm light filled the room.

“Nnnnh, must you?”

“Oh, I-I'm sorry, does the light hurt your eyes?”

“No… I just…” He sighed again, horse-like ears drooping. “I'm hideous.”

“That's not true.”

“Hmph. You were frightened of me.”

“I was surprised more than anything. Why did you never tell me?”

“As I said: hideous.”

“Oh, stop that. You are not.” She gingerly touched his scaled forehead, brows furrowing when she felt the heat there. “You're burning up. You really are sick, aren't you?”

“I told you, demons don't get s-sick.”

Another wave of coughs hit him, and then his sides heaved, nares flaring.

“h-hih- HIHHSSSHHHU!”

The entire bed shuddered, and Noelle flinched aside as more steam blasted from Oraion's snout. The rims of his nostrils were pink and raw, slick with a sheen of mess running down the sides of his muzzle. Dried encrustation clung to his scales—he'd clearly been suffering in this form for some time already.

“Gods, you poor thing. Just hold on: I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

Noelle dashed from the room and quickly returned with several clean cloths and a bowl of cool water. She wasn't sure what demon-beast mucus would do to her cloth napkins, but this wasn't the time to be precious and clearly a handkerchief was not going to be enough. She took one in both hands and draped it over the end of Oraion's reptilian snout.

“Okay, blow for me.”

He blinked.

“Eh?”

“Blow your nose.”

He continued to stare at her. It was difficult to tell with the scales, but she thought he might be blushing.

“You can't really do it yourself, can you? You've got hooves!”

Reluctantly, he did as she asked, and, after going through a couple of the cloths, his breathing sounded a bit clearer. Noelle dampened another cloth in the bowl and set about gently cleaning the dried mess from his nostrils.

“Nnhh- That tih- tickles! Careful! I- heh! Gonna- hih- hi'hehh!”

Thankfully she'd brought a large bundle of the cloths: she pressed a clean one over his nose just in time to catch another powerful, wet sneeze. The force of his head nearly knocked her backwards.

“Goodness. I guess even in this form you're still pretty sensitive, huh?”

“-snndf- Seems that way…”

Noelle settled for cleaning up the sides of his muzzle and leaving his poor, irritated nares alone for the moment. She soaked one more cloth in cool water and laid it over his forehead, just below the center horn, as she sat down next to him once again and started stroking his neck.

“I don't think you're ugly at all. You're almost like a dragon in this form.” She looked down at his legs. “I've never seen a dragon with hooves, though.”

He briefly lifted a foreleg. “Well, demons are supposed to have hooves, aren’t they?”

The sardonic note that crept into his voice made him sound a bit more like himself.

Noelle smirked. “I suppose… Do all incubi actually look something like draconic horses, then?”

He was silent for a few moments, and Noelle wondered if she'd said something to offend him. At last he spoke, his gaze focused on something far away, something she suspected only he could see.

“Would you believe it if I said I was not born a demon?”

“‘Not born’…? You mean, you used to be something else?”

He gave a weak nod.

“It's not the usual way of things. Most demons do begin their lives as such. Some are born as you might expect, but many simply coalesce from the energy of the Demon Realm. They can be born of conflict and bloodshed, of powerful emotions, or even from pure chaos. Occasionally, however, a demon is transformed from some other sort of creature entirely. You're aware of fallen angels, I'm sure.”

Noelle nodded and waited for him to continue.

“Long ago, in another life… I was a servant of Celestia.”

“An angel?”

“No… No, not an angel, although I did serve at the pleasure of the gods. More like… a divine beast, you might say. I had a duty to punish the wicked, to correct injustices. To humans I was a symbol of peace and good fortune. To the gods I was one of their most powerful champions, with strength that rivaled their own.”

“Then… Can I ask what happened?”

His sides heaved, this time with a great sigh, and for a moment Noelle thought he might not answer. Then he spoke, his voice quiet and strained.

“I failed in my duties. I defied the will of the gods for my own selfish reasons. I could have prevented calamity, but… I didn’t. And this is my punishment. The gods cast me out. I fell from grace, becoming this… thing. A demon, a half-breed, a monster. My divine power was stripped away, my form twisted into a mockery of the splendor I once possessed… So, yes, this is my true form, in that this body is what remains of me—my curse for my transgressions.”

“Oh, Oraion, I… I'm so sorry… I-I don’t know what else to say, except… that I’m here for you.”

She leaned into him, placing her arms around his neck, plunging her hands deep into his long, silky fur. She heard a rumble in his chest, almost like a cat’s purr.

“Thank you… I hope you’ll forgive me for being so maudlin. It all happened aeons ago, and I truly have come to accept what I am now. As I said, at this point it's become another life to me, like it happened to someone else. Someone who doesn't exist anymore.”

He turned his head slightly towards her, and, though it was difficult to tell with the snout, Noelle thought she saw a slight smile on his face.

“I'm in a much better place now.”

Noelle snuggled closer to him, burying her face in his fur. There was something different about the way he smelled, and yet it was somehow familiar.

“Mmm… You smell nice.”

She heard him chuckle, a pleasant vibration against her cheek.

“That’s a surprise. I can’t smell a damned thing right now, but I assumed I must smell like a barn.”

Noelle shook her head, breathing deep.

“No, no. You smell like… the rain. Like a thunderstorm. Something else, too… Something sweet… Cherries, maybe?”

Oraion shifted. “Yes, all right. You- You can stop sniffing me.”

With a grin, Noelle rubbed her face in his fur even more and began scratching his neck with her fingers.

“Oh, that’s a bit hypocritical, don’t you think?”

He started to giggle, his sides quivering. “Hey! S-stop that! It tickles!”

She almost kept at it but decided she didn’t want to push her luck and risk getting kicked by those hooves.

“Okay, okay. But I do like the way you smell.”

“Duly n-noted—” Several coughs cut him off, and guilt stabbed Noelle in the gut.

“Oh, I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have made you laugh like that…”

“N-no, no,” he managed between coughs, “I needed it. A bit of coughing is a price I’ll gladly pay to laugh with you. I missed being with you. I… I’m sorry I hid this from you.”

“Did you really think that this would come between us, after all we’ve been through together? Especially—” He cheeks flushed. “Especially after the other night.”

“No, it’s not that. Well, perhaps it was at first, but now… It’s because I know you have such a kind heart, my dear Mistress. I didn’t want to worry or upset you. I didn’t want you to… pity me.” He snorted with a rueful chuckle. “Too late for that, I suppose. I am in quite the- the pitiable s-state- eh-heh! HEHHTSSHEW!”

Noelle stroked his mane. “Oh, my poor Servant…”

“See? -snndff- That’s exactly what I’m talking about.”

“I’m not pitying you; I care about you. There’s a difference.”

“Ha. Sure.”

Noelle pulled her legs up onto the bed and settled into the crook of Oraion’s long neck. She stayed there, running her fingers through his silky fur and chatting the afternoon away, until he fell asleep again, his sides rising and falling in a soothing rhythm. With a gesture she doused the light, and the young witch soon followed, lulled to sleep by the warmth and steady breathing of her demonic Servant, content to again be by his side regardless of whatever form he may take.

#accidental mistress #oraion the allergic incubus #noelle the awkward witch #snz ocs #snzblr #snz #snz kink #snzfic #sneeze kink #sneeze fic #sneezefucker #sickfic #this one's for all the monsterfuckers

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vamqiredove · 8 days

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OKOK @indigoartistqueen i'll ramble and elaborate err i'm keepin it here cause this rlly isn't smthing i want on slaingelo especially bc i get a bit mad in this oops

CAMERAS LIKE THAT ARE USELESS. ALSO THEY MAKE SHIT WORSE IF YOU ARE PARANOID. having them inside your house is unnecessary unless you're convinced someone's living in your house without you knowing. otherwise it does nothing but take up electricity or batteries and money ect ect whatever. If you unnecessarily install cameras you're going to be checking them constantly. and also within the context of just "waah my big strong man is out for a week i'm so scareed i'm going to put cameras inside my house" WHAT IS THAT GOING TO DOOOOOOOOOOO SOMEONE HAS TO /ALREADY BE BROKEN IN TO YOUR HOUSE/ FOR THAT TO BE "USEFUL" AT ALL AND BY THAT POINT IT'S NOT SECURITY WHATTTTTT

like other people said in that post, security like that makes it impossible to get out of your house fast/give first responders a hard time getting in. I have a bar in my window. it's removable from the inside very easily and all it serves to do is keep the window from opening more than a few inches. this mf would install damn prison bars if her husband had to go away for a month.

IF YOU'RE THAT PARANOID ABOUT LOCKS GET A FUCKING DEADBOLT AND/OR CHAINLOCK OH MY GOD. first responders are more likely to know how to get around those than "mobile locks" what the fuck is a mobile lock. OH WAIT !! SHE ALREADY HAS A DEADBOLT AND SHE'S DOUBLING UP WITH THE MOBILE LOCK. HUH ???????????????????????????????????

YOU WANT PEOPLE TO KNOW YOU ARE HOME.... when I'm home alone I actively try to make it look like someone's always awake. do I go over the top locking every door and window in the house and leave the curtains facing the backyard closed and did I once move furniture to block my bedroom door in order to sleep ? yeah sure but I'M MENTALLY ILL. WHAT I'M SCARED OF ISN'T EVEN PEOPLE BREAKING INTO MY HOUSE FFS IT'S MONSTERS THAT AREN'T REAL BUT MY DELUSIONAL BRAIN CONVINCES ME IT IS REAL TO THE POINT OF INSOMNIA IN PARTICULARLY BAD EPISODES. I AM NOT THE AVERAGE WHITE AMERICAN WOMAN FOR I AM NOT EVEN ANY OF THOSE THINGS

literally the only way I can see someone going this far for security in a way that ISN'T just "this is an ad" and/or "i am trying to brew fascism" is if someone fell into the delusion of being gangstalked, and in which case, they probably aren't posting their entire security system online because they'd be convinced their stalkers are watching their every move online and offline lol... it sure as hell wouldn't be framed like this either. also if it was the case she'd still be scared while her husband was home. it wouldn't magically appear when he's done, it would be constant.

doing shit like this isn't normal nor healthy, it's either a sign of going severe into the alt right pipeline and/or severe mental health issues that are going unchecked bc those are absolutely not mutually exclusive.

even the "keeping a flashlight nearby" thing is stupid in the sense that I DO THAT. BECAUSE WE FREQUENTLY GET POWER OUTAGES HERE ???????????????? what's it going to do if there is an intruder are you going to shine it in their fuckin face. what, can't see them thru your aesthetic lighting ?? what's the fuckin whistle going to do ... you've isolated yourself your home alone it's a WHISTLE. at the veyr least get a fucking weapon, HUH ?????????????

honestly I don't even know how coherent any of this is, it pisses me off a lot. I've done a lot of shit to try and feel "safe" and frankly it feels insulting especially given my minor agoraphobia too [ can't leave the house alone, i always need a friend or family w/ me ] especially the weird way this shit is made aesthetic. AGAIN. LIKE THE FUCKIN PURPLE LIGHTING IN THE VIDEO. AND ALSO THE SLEEK TECH.

the aesthetic-ification of that video is probably what REALLY gets me mad about it though.. like it really just makes it feel like an ad playing both on white peoples fears and mentally ill people.

blah blah my experiences aren't universal and my delusional paranoia isn't "that bad" compared to other ppls. whatever. i don't like it either way

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delunesnumberonefan · 14 days

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saskia and belialah. the empress and her shadow.

...im breaking my own rule of not posting any more original creations here but idgaf---i'll post some sketches and if there's interest i can throw this fic i'm working on up on ao3 for the monsterfuckers in the audience

so, backstory on THESE TWO:

i'm gonna go in real life order of events and talk about some of the inspos that went into some of these moments and where they were in our real life timeline of Experiencing these two

under the cut bc i must remain polite in the face of my hyperfixations

HELLO I MAY BE POLITE BUT IM RABID LETS GOOOOOOOOO

ok so, canonical order of events: saskia (matriarch) and belialah (demon lord) meet, they establish an alliance, belialah does stuff for saskia. at some point, saskia starts amassing her generals (we'll get there) and chooses belialah. somewhere in here as well, saskia splits from the empire and starts doing her Evil Deeds for her Evil Plans. I'm not sure which of the last two came first. in either case, lost later meets belialah, we haven't seen her (physically) since (but that's not a good thing i don't think)

irl order of events:

Saskia throws a Fit, kills her nephew, and withdraws from the empire at large. we make fun of her because though she's the big bad, she's also weirdly wet and pathetic. we hate her. she's so sucks. and also so sexy. its bad

time goes by, things happen, eventually there's a big party with all the matriarchs!!! yaaaaay

lost and gilt go because ofc we do, and there's a big dance where everyone keeps changing partners. at the end of the dance, lost gets belialah

...elven ish woman. obviously weird. too pale skin. black hair. disheveled appearance. ill-fitting dress. holds herself weird. talks with a tremble and a breathiness to her voice that immediately makes us uncomfortable (my mans can do some fuckin VOICES and don't get me started on the sound effects). belialah says she's a huge fan---of lost's father. the being from before creation whose whole thing is "immortal life but not in the good way" instead of "you won't die" it's "you can't die" there is no death to escape from life, no matter the suffering.

so--red flags.

she tells lost that she's one of saskia's generals, and that saskia sent her to give lost a message: saskia is so excited for her to come home, and that lost should bring her brothers (6 beings of various otherworldly heritage like lost--saskia has a type and it is monsters) when she comes home. Lost tells her to tell saskia, from her and gilt, to fuck off.

belialah goes...monstrous. red eyes start popping open all over her skin and she gets quiet and threatening about how lost is disrespectful and how--yeah, she will tell saskia that. and she leaves in a cloud of black vapor

i turn to chase. i say "oh they're fucking"

and he hits me with "...belialah would probably like to!"

and i hit the ground running. sprinting. i was off into the distance without another fucking word. little roselyn-shaped dust cloud left behind.

fic. art. works. stuff. so much. headcanons. throwing everything at the wall. attempts at first time. attempts at canon. saskia bitchiness. belialah wanting to smash despite the great danger to her personal health. weird fetish fic. modern!au. headcanons about modern!au. deep dives. analysis. narrative foils. sex. so much sex.

it's everything. they're everything

i want them to be terrible together. that's all i want. that's all i've ever wanted.

i set about creating for them in a frenzy--it's been love and war time for...since early may of last year?? some coming up on a year, now (again---150k words written in this time, with april's word count unknown but already above 10k. jan ALONE was 32k). love and war time means that it's always love and war--it's just different people inside the campaign. oh it's saskia oh it's freya it's gilt and lost let's bop over to adele what about gilt's parents-

FOR AN ENTIRE YEAR

it's been great.

Chase messaged summer and i a few weeks ago like "hey. i got a belialah meeting saskia inspo video, but i need to show you in person bc i need to get your reaction live."

he showed me this

we had a moment of "...oh my god its from a gacha game?" and then i made him play it three times in a row just Absorbing the vibes

chase: it's saskia and belialah when they first meet, with belialah thinking she has the upper hand and saskia proving that she is very, very wrong. but i don't know what a ball in the abyss looks like...

me: say no more

and i hit upon them meeting at an event where it's basically like---demons from all over gather, have a civil time---when bloodshed eventually happens (which it always does bc they're literal actual demons) it's a free for all and it's expected to be a bloodbath, that's part of the appeal

belialah's there, as you do, and saskia's there to talent scout from the pool of winners for her big evil plans. belialah's like "wtf is a stupid little mortal doing here why are you unaccosted where is your collar" kinda behavior and goes over there, they talk, they dance (also a ploy for power among demons, it's a sizing up thing instead of a fun thing), saskia reveals that she's got 1/8th of the power of a god in her soul and belialah's like "cool im fanatically devoted to you now i've never wanted to smash a mortal before can we make out"

and that's how they start their history

with me writing books about this campaign (again--pipe dream) i've been deciding on when and where i want these two to get highlighted, bc, again---we've never met saskia in person, she's spoken to lost and gilt directly once, and we've seen belialah once outside of saskia's bitchy announcement to the empire at large where she reveals she's got 12 generals and you better not try shit bc we're at WAR now (she's stupid i love her dearly)

and recently i've been working on their...first time? an epilogue for one of the books. the actual thing won't have sex in it if it gets to be part of the book for realsies, but im not stopping there bc IM ME

and i've been tinkering with like...ok how do we show in isolated little epilogues and snippet scenes that saskia and belialah have INSANE sexual tension so that when they do get together, its weird but satisfying bc again---belialah is a demon. she's got a human form. that is not her true form. i've drawn it, it's sexy to saskia, i'll post it soon.

but i need these two to snark at each other with saskia resisting belialah's advances bc "im trying to take over the world stop distracting me" while belialah's like "SASKIA LEMME SMASH. PLEASE" until eventually it happens because they're terrible and i love them and it needs to happen, frankly. im overruling my boyfriend. at the point we are at, they are fucking already. he does not have a choice. im overruling him.

chase, if you're reading this--the goal with this first time fic is to make it plausible enough that you accept it as canon. thank you.

bc like--they're terrible. they're perfect. they've both got bratty younger sibling/cocky hotshot who thinks they're invincible kinda energy and belialah has no doubt in her mind that saskia can achieve her goals and saskia is getting someone who will stroke her ego and is having the thought of "im being recognized for how amazing i am it's about time"

the generals have made deals with saskia---saskia is planning on following through with 0% of these deals. belialah is the only one who didn't--she's here by saskia's side of her own free will.

they're fucking. at this point, they are fucking. decades of sexual tension kept alive by distance and "hello old friend" energy is suddenly coming to head with Belialah Always Being Around and saskia having to plan out her evil deeds with her being nutso devoted 24/7 and listen, man. this woman has an ego the size of the planet. she's gonna smash someone who inflates her ego, it's just how she works

ok lore dump over. sketch time now.

#roselyn talks #love and war #saskia tag #belialah tag #the empress and her shadow #i am. Unwell.#these two make me Unwell

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dovelydraws · 11 months

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Tell me abt your ocs 👁👁👁👁

oh GOD I have so many asldjfljk um!!!

I'll start with my dnd/pathfinder character Revun, since I've been posting about them a lot recently!! I'm no longer concerned about sharing spoilers because I got all my party members to block campaign spoilers hehe 💕

^ Made this little icon of them for discord recently (he/they/she)

The backstory doc i originally handed to my GM was over 5k words long, (plus there's also been several nights of me rambling in their dms expanding on all the stuff I'd Already Written) so I'm gonna try my best to. condense this lmao

Revun's bio parents were both human; their mom made a deal with a daemon while she was pregnant to save her father's life from a severe illness that would have killed him, and as a consequence of that her child was born a tiefling.

The social stigma of having a tiefling child (everyone just immediately knows she made some kind of deal with a fiendish entity) became too much for them to handle, so their mom and grandfather chose to abandon them four years after they were born, and start a new life elsewhere where no one knew them. Revun spent the next seven years in an orphanage, until they ran away to go try and join a mercenary group that passed through town at one point.

Throughout Revun's life, they've been haunted by a spirit in the shape of a black wolf with gold eyes that match their own. It only appears when they are in the middle of having a near death experience- so far, that's been twice. The first was when they were 11, and they nearly froze/starved to death out in the woods after running away. The second was after a disagreement with their boss/somewhat father figure lead to him nearly killing them at 25.

While Revun never learned all the details of their mom's deal, they at least are somewhat aware that whatever she did saved their grandfather's life. They are convinced at this point that whatever happened must have created some sort of imbalance in the afterlife or something, and this wolf was expecting a new soul that day that never came. And now, it's stalking Revun waiting for them to drop dead, to take them as a replacement like some sort of debt collector. I'm unsure if this is actually the case since I decided to leave the details up to my GM, but this is what Revun believes and they are absolutely terrified of it.

Speaking of that mercenary group, they did take them in and save them that night, but it wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Revun ended up spending the rest of their childhood in a pretty toxically masculine environment, and with an expectation placed on their shoulders to always follow orders and never try to argue, even if they may be uncomfortable or feel something was a bad idea.

A portion of the mercenary company was hired to act as bodyguards at a prestigious vineyard, of which had recently made some enemies with their business competition. Revun spent about a year and a half there, becoming very close friends with the winemaker's daughter, until the deal fell through and the company was offered more money to destroy the vineyard and kill the family/any workers on the property to make sure there were no witnesses. Revun nearly died getting their best friend to safety and trying to help any workers they could find, fighting against the only family they'd really had the chance to know.

They somehow managed to escape, and were found laying on the side of the road a couple miles away from the vineyard by some passing travelers, who were able to patch them up and drop them off at the next town. They'd been separated from everyone- their entire social safety net was gone, their worldview completely changed overnight. That was a Lot for them to handle, so they kind of just... Didn't.

They've decided to just try to move on, forget everything that happened and everyone that was ever important to them. Start a new life somewhere else. Don't think about it. Pretend it never happened.

All of this has ended up creating a guy with a lot of self loathing, abandonment issues, anxiety and paranoia, and a Very Stubborn "don't worry about it! :)" attitude.

I love them so much. They make me feel like this:

#campaign spoilers #asks #thank you. thank you so much for asking. you have no idea how much i've been dying to talk about this guy.#putting them in a little jar w/ airholes and then shaking them around violently #dove speaks #revun #I'm keeping it to just them for now bc otherwise this post would get insanely long #but I'm hoping to start posting art of my future webcomic characters soon! I'm currently working on character sheets for them

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