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teamatsumu · 7 months

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kinktober 2023 -> day 4

shower/tub - sakusa kiyoomi x reader

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Sakusa Kiyoomi liked to think he was an efficient person.

He did his budgeting on the same date every month, he prepped all his meals for the week on Sundays, he had ‘fun money’ set aside so it wouldn’t dip into his other expenses. And he was meticulously clean, infamously so.

His efficiency permeated all his activities, including the bedroom ones. As evidenced by this very moment, where he had your bare body pressed to the cold bathroom tile, wet and pliant, taking his cock deep in you with every precise stroke.

Water ran down Sakusa’s back in rivets, cleansing his body of the sweat and grime of the day, while your pussy worked on relieving a different kind of stress that was pent up inside of him. See? Efficient. He was knocking out two birds with one stone.

“Omi.” Your breathy voice hit his ear, and he groaned in reply, grip tightening on your legs where he had hooked his hands under your knees, supporting your weight against the wall. You felt divine, clenching around him just right to hug every pleasurable spot on his shaft. Sakusa bit his lip at the feeling, letting himself drown not only under the weight of the water splashing his back, but in the wet, hot cavern of your cunt. You were delicious, your body, slippery against his own yet still warm, moving with him the best you could in your restricted position.

Sakusa picked up the pace when he felt his orgasm approaching, wanting nothing more than for you to cum with him. He shifted only slightly, knowing exactly what angle had you seeing stars, watching intently as your jaw went slack and your eyes rolled back. This was his favorite vision, the sight of you so far gone that you lost control of your most basic facial expressions, so far gone that all you could do was hold on tight as he pounded into you over and over, until your eyes were squeezing shut and you were releasing all over his cock, your juices mixing with the water that ran down your bodies, cleansing both of you immediately.

He groaned long and low as he came, body pressing you into the wall even more, reveling in the soft give of your body, so different to his own lean, hard one, a welcome relief after a day of hardwood floors and harsh volleyballs. He filled you up, going as deep as he could, before pulling out and watching the white liquid run down your thigh, immediately being diluted by the water and washing away.

He laid a long, deep kiss on your lips, setting you down on shaky legs but not letting you pull too far from him. He tasted your mouth with quick strokes of his tongue, sighing when you ran a hand over his wet curls. He let you both stand in the water, using his hands to wipe away at your body as you did the same for him. Within seconds, you were both clean and ready for bed.

So efficient. You would tease him. But he prided himself over it. He had saved both of you time, hadn’t he?

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public-trans-it · 1 month

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i was a trans man until after a lot of build up of doubting myself, i finally realized that we are putting ourselves further into boxes by not accepting that we are the biological sex that we are and we can do WHATEVER we want at the same time.

clothes and makeup and certain interests do not equal gender.

and not liking being a woman is an unfortunately natural symptom of puberty and/or experiencing society’s deeply ingrained misogyny. and everyone deserves support for those problems.

but we can all fight together against gender social constructs in a healthy way without prescribing people hormones and invasive cosmetic surgery to make them more like the sex they “should” be according to… social constructs…. and help them be comfortable in who they are

Alright. Its been like 9 fucking months that I have been staring down this ask. What better time than to give TERFs some nuance than right in the middle of a fucking hate campaign going on where people (well... singular person probably) are calling me a TERF. This wont backfire.

This post arrived in my inbox shortly after I made another post about gender, and just how fucking weird it can be, and how I genuinely believed every single person on this planet has a fascinating relationship with gender, and so much nuance and personal identity in theirs. Even cis people. Even TERFs. In the tags, I even begrudgingly encouraged TERFs to talk about their gender on that post if they wanted. I genuinely think that TERFs do have really cool relationships with gender. As I mentioned in those tags, the quickest way to explode a group of TERFs is to get them to start talking about their own relationships with gender, and see how vastly different it is, and watching them stab each other in the back over it. So I told them to ramble away about how they view gender, as long as they stayed the fuck away from the rest of the blog WHICH THIS ANON CLEARLY FUCKING IGNORED.

But... this anon does bring up another topic I want to talk about.

Detransition.

I am a huge supporter of detransitioning. This is... surprisingly... not a very common stance in the trans community, and it breaks my fucking heart. Like, I get it. I understand why. A LOT of detransitioners, like the person in this ask, end up weaponizing their feelings of gender against other trans people.

My support of transition comes from the intersection of two very central beliefs of mine:

Everyone should explore their gender without feeling a need to commit! This is a pretty common belief in the trans community! Damn near universal in fact! We even have a fun little term we use for people who decide to play around with gender, only to end up a bit closer to where they started and being perfectly happy with that: Cis+. Someone who is cis, but at least put in the work to understand the trans experience, and actually CHOOSE to remain Cis instead of just defaulting to it with societal pressure. Many trans people are much more comfortable around 'Cis+' people, because they know these are people who have taken the time and put in the work of being an ally. Self examination isn't easy, especially not publicly, and doing so is genuinely one of the strongest ways a Cis person could ever show their support.

It is never too late to transition. This is also a pretty common belief in the trans community! It is... sadly not quite as universal though. But it is something very important that needs to be said. You could be 80 years old, sitting in a retirement home, and go "You know what? I think I'd rather wear a dress and be treated like a lady. I don't want to be buried as a man." And I think every single trans person should have that freedom!

I was discussing this with @thydungeongal the other day, far more paraphrased than this post, and she said something incredible that has been knocking around in my head ever since.

"Gender is an ongoing process"

Those five words they said to me sum up my feelings far more than this entire post could. Gender IS an ongoing process. My gender has changed SO MUCH over the past three decades. From the straightjacket of assigned gender that I was once forced into; to the very stylish and still lovable finely tailored suit of femininity that grew a little too stuffy to wear constantly, even though I do still enjoy it and try it on from time to time; to the wonderful and freeing losely fitting clothing of being aegogender, finally feeling free to be myself and just act naturally and feel natural without having to keep up an appearance!

And I think, there is no length of time you can try out being trans, and trying out new genders, before eventually coming to the realization you were cis all along. Even if you started HRT. Even if you got SRS. Heck, I don't even think you should have to call yourself trans to do either of those things in the first place, why would I be upset that someone did them and then realized they weren't trans? No single moment in your life should EVER lock your gender in place into some unchanging, set in stone thing.

So I support detransitioners completely, with my entire heart. They deserve just as much support as every other 'Cis+' person out there.

So anon, while many people may hate you and lash out at you for detransitioning, I want you to know, that I am not one of them. It sounds like your detransition might have been forced by peer pressure, which is heart breaking to hear. No one should ever force their own gender expectations on another. I hope that wasn't the case. I hope you came to the decision yourself, after realizing whats right for you. I will never give you hate for your detransition.

I WILL ABSOLUTELY GIVE YOU HATE FOR BEING A FUCKING TERF THOUGH. YOUR OWN EXPERIENCE WITH GENDER DOES NOT GIVE YOU THE RIGHT TO POLICE THE GENDER OF OTHERS, FUCK OFF. GET THE FUCK OFF MY BLOG, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!

#I think I'm gonna start doing that for Read Mores #so you can find your place easier after click it #since my 'style' in these long posts is like... a fairly longish NON-readmore post. followed by the actual readmore. Let me know if it work #text essay #gender #detransition #I uh... also have some more... complex feelings of detransitioning #that may be a LIIIIIIITTLE more controversial.........#none of it goes against what i said here #its more personal stuff with my own gender and how detransition specifically is something that exists not as gender itself #but as the societal perceptions of a persons gender #but thats a more complex topic that I'll add on to this at another date #also I am absolutely taking this ask at face value for the sake of this post #but I am not so naive as to believe that the blatant TERF that sent it was being genuine #this is ABSOLUTELY the kind of thing they send people to drive a wedge in the community #I'm not even going to fucking dignify that part of it with any mention in the body of this post #edit: ........... okay the readmore accidentally moved somehow #I fixed it now though

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starions · 11 months

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end of the line, we finally reached the edge after all this time.

pairing ; miguel o'hara x gn!spider!reader

words ; 2472

summary ; miguel finds himself face-to-face with you—or a dark, twisted version of you.

tags ; angst, reader has hypnosis powers, reader is described with hair long enough to pull, no use of y/n, gender neutral pronouns/use of second person, i kinda don't know how symbiotes work

han's note ; still written with my spidersona in mind but it is very vague still! i recommend reading part one "i didn't find my love, but i still made it this far without it" because it wont make much sense without it. title is still an ethel cain lyric <3

part one

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As Miguel stepped outside of the portal, he was greeted by you. Not physically, but with your mask covered face plastered on every surface available. It seemed like this Earth—Earth-799—was on track to become similar to his own, with megacorporations feeding advertisements to consumers wherever they looked, influencing them to buy things out of indulgence and not necessity. He wondered, were you a pawn of these capitalists, or were you playing their game right alongside them? He looked around the city, trying to find Jess, but his vision was blocked by either electronic screens or holograms of you advertising some product.

This was his own personal nightmare.

“Jess,” he said to his Gizmo, “where are you?”

A tiny hologram of Jess appeared from his Gizmo, looking rightfully pissed off. “Why did it take you so long to show up?”

“Don't worry about it,” he said. “Where are you?”

“Meet me on top of Stark Coffee on Lexington and 3rd. I’ll fill you in when I see you.” With that, the call ended, and Miguel was left just alone with your smiling face at every angle.

In an instant, Miguel began swinging throughout your New York City, careful not to attract too much attention. The sun was beginning to set, and the twinkling lights of the buildings and advertisements were illuminated off his blue suit. He hoped this would go by quickly, smoothly. Catch the anomaly, return back home. He wouldn’t have to see your face in person, and he definitely wouldn’t have to set foot on this Earth centered around you again. Miguel considered himself rational, and logically, never meeting you again would be a guarantee that your life would continue on, unchanged. He flew with ease, managing to find the rooftop of Stark Coffee in no time at all. Jess stood, arms crossed and face with the beginning signs of bruises. He’d have to send her to the infirmary for a quick check up.

“Are you okay?” Miguel said, landing on his feet and walking over to Jess; he gave her a once over, noticing a few tears in her suit. Miguel tssked, shaking his head. “You need to be more careful.”

“Fine,” Jess said, annoyance in her tone. “Maybe next time, backup will come quicker.”

“Good,” he said, ignoring her quick remark and looking across the rooftop and to the streets below. “What are we looking at here? Where’s the anomaly?”

Jess taps onto her Gizmo, pulling up information about whatever she had been chasing prior to his arrival. “According to Lyla, it's a symbiote from Earth-901220; it’s attached itself to this Earth’s Spidey. They’re incredibly slippery, as you can tell.”

Miguel’s jaw clenched underneath his mask. So much for not seeing you face-to-face. How could this have possibly happened without him noticing? “How long has it been attached?”

“A little under 12 hours.”

“Good, should be easy to detach then, where did you—”

“You brought a friend!” Miguel’s head snapped to the sound of the voice that rang out in the air. He hadn’t heard that voice in person in a long, long time—yet, there was a darkness twisted into it, something chilling, an effect of the symbiote. Standing on the edge of the rooftop, you looked him up and down. Your once red and white Spider-Suit was now tainted black, absorbed by the symbiote. You tilted your head, smiling wildly and showing fangs that rivaled his, and the black mask covering only your eyes crinkled with your smile. “He looks scary,” you teased. “Sorry you had to call for backup,” you said to Jess, “your ego must be bruised.”

She sneered. “Listen, if you just come with us, we can get that thing off of you.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, laughing. “This thing has been the best thing to happen to me in such a long time,” you extend your arms out like wings and tilt your head back, feeling the breeze in your hair. “I haven’t felt this free in so, so long.”

“Enough of this,” Miguel snapped. “You’re coming with us. Now.”

Slowly, you moved your head back toward Miguel, staring at him with dark, unrecognizable eyes and resting your arms back on your sides. You hmmed, as if in deep contemplation. “No. I don’t think I will.” With that, you fell backwards off the roof.

Miguel rushed to the edge, looking around. You were nowhere to be seen. “God damn it!” He turned toward Jess. “Go after them on your bike, I’ll be in the air.”

Miguel leaped off the roof, talons digging into the brick roof for more momentum. He shot neon orange webs out of his forearms, eyes straining to catch a glimpse of your black suit against the illuminated lights of the inner city. Miguel held firmly onto the web-line as he glided across the city, finally catching a glimpse of you haphazardly webbing away, destroying the electronic screens with your face on them as you went.

Miguel followed the trail of destroyed advertisements, calling your name as he etched closer. “Stop!” He yelled, getting close enough to you to grab onto your loose hair.

You yelped from the pain, losing your momentum and falling on top of a taxi cab. “Asshole!” You cried out, back stinking momentarily as you got back to your feet. The driver of the cab jumped out of the cab, yelling profanities, and all you did was point to the blue-and-red suited man chasing after you. “His fault!”

You made a mad dash away from Miguel, running across hoods of cars and cabs as you shoot another web out of your wrist, gaining enough speed to make a pendulum out of yourself. Your web-line attaches onto a nearby billboard, and you propel yourself forward as you maneuver through the city streets.

Miguel cursed to himself; you were incredibly limber, able to move through this labyrinth of skyscrapers. This is what Miguel hated about traveling to new dimensions—even though it was the same city as his own, the buildings were different; the landmarks were different; everything was different. You had a general sense of where you were going, him on the other hand, he had no idea.

What Miguel did know, however, were your weaknesses. All that time he spent, analyzing your skills and weaknesses, gave him leverage you did not have on him. Judging by what he was seeing now, the symbiote was amplifying your skills, not improving them. That must mean that the same skills you lack were ever present, and Miguel had plans on exploiting them.

He watched as you landed on top of a rooftop to catch your breath, stopping midswing to land on the rooftop next to it. Hiding from your view, he watched as you wiped sweat from your forehead, looking around for signs of him or Jess. Miguel scoffed at your expression; you seemed disappointed. You liked this game of cat and mouse. Too bad he was about to end it.

As you were getting ready to launch your web again, Miguel leaped into action, taking advantage of the blindspot you had on your left side. You yelped as he grabbed onto your waist, rolling the two of you over a few times before finally pinning your wrists above your head.

“No fair,” you said, shifting in his grip. “I was having fun.”

Miguel ignored you. “Jess,” he said into his Gizmo, “I got them.”

“On it,” Jess replied, the roar of her bike engine in the back, “tracking your location.”

“You’re the boss, right?” You asked from underneath him.

He grunted, tightening the grip on your wrist. What he needed to do was sink his teeth in your neck, paralyzing you like any other anomaly; but he didn’t know the effect of his venom on another Spider-Person, and the thought of hurting you scared him.

“Can you take your mask off?” You asked. “I wanna see the man who captured me.”

“No.”

“Why?” You asked, tilting your head up at him. “Are you ugly?”

He scoffed. “Quite the opposite.”

“Ohh I see, you’re just a tease.” You grinned, a fang poking out of your lip. “Come on, you show me yours, I’ll show you mine. How’s that?”

Miguel hesitated. Everything in him was telling him to ignore them, to web them up and get them back to HQ as quickly as possible, but… he hadn’t seen your face in such a long time. If he could just humor you, once, he could see you in person again. Everything he wished against an hour before. The last image of your face was beaten to a bloody pulp, and he would like to erase that memory.

With a sigh, Miguel nodded, his holographic mask dissipating to reveal his face.

You ooo’d. “Handsome,” you said. “My turn.” In an instant, the symbiote acting as your mask crawled off your face and onto your suit below, uncovering your face to the man pinning you down.

His gaze softened as he took in your features. There was a new scar next to your eyebrow, the mole on your face was on the opposite side, and your eyes were a slightly different color, but it was you. The one he lost, all those years ago.

“Weird reaction,” you said with a quirked eyebrow. “I’ll keep that reaction in my back pocket for later, though.” You looked up at where his large hand still had your wrists pinned down. “This was fun and all, but I’m kinda over it, so…” You looked back at him, staring into his red eyes. “You’re going to let me go now.”

For some reason, Miguel couldn’t break eye contact with you. Your words flooded him with warmth, and all the signals in his brain were turning off one by one. “Let you… go?”

You nodded, smiling softly. “Let me go.”

He did what he was told, his hand released your wrists. As he climbed off you, he made no move to recapture you as he sat on the rooftop, dazed by your words.

“Bye boss man,” you said, as the symbiote mask crawled back on your face. “Tell the cute biker girl I said bye too!”

With that, you propelled yourself off the rooftop, and Miguel sat stumped, entirely confused. After a second, he regained his senses. What the fuck. What the fuck? He didn’t have time to question whether or not that was the symbiote or part of your Spider powers. He immediately called Jess. “Don’t look them in the eyes,” he said, swinging off the rooftop as his mask appeared back on his face. “They have some sort of hypnosis power.”

“I’m assuming they got away?” Jess said over the sound of traffic. “Because I’m looking at them right now.”

Miguel spotted Jess’ bike up ahead, swerving around traffic to get to the symbiote-ridden Spidey wreaking havoc across New York City. “Unintentionally,” he said, making his way toward the two of them.

“Right,” Jess said, as she sped up her bike. She used a nearby ramp to propel her bike upward enough to meet you at the lower height of your swing, hitting you with her bike. You stumbled in mid air, somersaulting before webbing yourself to the nearest building you could find. With a glare towards her, you shot your web at a traffic light, using all your strength to bring it down. In seconds, a collision of cars blocked her path toward you. “You should make sure no one is hurt! You are Spider-Woman, after all.” You called out to Jess, swinging away from the mess you created.

“You deal with that!” Miguel said into his Gizmo. “I got them this time.” He was sure of it too; he wasn’t going to let you make a fool of him again.

Miguel moved hastily, zipping past the waves of people filming the chase on their smartphones and watches. You swung from building from building, using your Spider-Sense to detect the best course to deter the masked man following behind you. You laughed maniacally, enjoying the thrill of being chased, doing spins and twirls as if you were playing some sort of game.

The laughing stopped and was replaced with a grunt of pain as you suddenly glitched, blocks of colors and shapes cutting your web-line mid swing, a reminder that the symbiote that had claimed you was not part of this dimension.

You came crashing down, smashing face first on an electronic billboard advertising some sort of cherry flavored vodka. You slowly slumped down on the catwalk, unmoving as Miguel landed next to you.

He paused, blood running cold. He hoped—prayed—that you would move, that he didn’t just kill you again. When he saw you stir, he felt himself let out a sigh of relief.

Meekly, you sat up, turning on your knees to face him. “I’m gonna feel that in the morning,” you said, rubbing your head. “I bet it will feel like a hangover,” you said, pointing to the billboard and laughing weakly. “Get it?”

“That’s funny,” Miguel said plainly, before using his webs to tie you up. He knelt down, holographic mask coming off so this time, he really could paralyze you. He couldn’t risk you using that power again. His hand found purchase in your hair, yanking your head to the side to expose your neck. His fangs sunk in, and his venom seeped in, ready to attack your veins.

Your eyes widened at the feeling of fangs piercing you, but your lids fluttered lowly as the venom enacted almost immediately. “Didn’t want this…” You said quietly. “Thought I could be… someone else. Not Spider…” You couldn’t finish your words, your head slumping down as your body went still.

Miguel caught you in his arms as you keeled over just as Jess landed on the railing.

“Told you they were slippery,” Jess said, shaking her head. “They gonna be okay?”

“Should be,” Miguel said, looking down at you. He recalled the last time he held you in his arms, right after you had been murdered. He shook the thought out of his head. “I didn’t use enough venom to cause any lasting effects, but that means it should wear off soon. Ready the portal, we’ll get this symbiote off somewhere safe.”

Jess looked at your unmoving body with concern, before tapping a few buttons on her Gizmo.

The yellow portal opened at once, and Miguel scooped you up. He looked down at your features one last time, a thousand questions and fears flooding his head at once. Now wasn’t the time to ponder, or question whether or not taking you with them would be bad for everyone. Right now, his focus was on saving your life. Without a second thought, Miguel stepped into the portal, reluctant to show you his world.

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara fanfiction #atsv miguel #atsv #atsv x reader #across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #spiderman 2099 x reader #hannah writes #its almost 2am... i got dnd in the morning... god help us all

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celestialking · 2 years

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If this means requests? Punz x afab!(or gn!)Reader x Sapnap tag team style in the hotel room. Sapnap’s room is near Punz’s and he hears Punz and Reader getting intimate.

Mmm I was def asking for requests lol :P

NSFW 18+ only - Minors/Ageless blogs DNI

Warnings: gn, mentions of spanks, edging, tiny hair tug,

It was already wrong to begin with. From the moment Sapnap heard your muffled moans through the wall, his hand had been down his shorts.

At first he considered going and telling you and whoever you were crying out for to shut up, but that would then mean showing up with a hard on.

Looking over Sapnap realized that Dream and George were asleep in their bed leaving him the only person to hear you.

Desperately his fucked into his fist, biting his knuckles to keep any sound escaping. He'd always thought you were hot just never had the chance to say much.

Fuck- who was even tearing you apart right now?

As far as Sapnap knew it was you, Punz, Foolish, and Karl in the room. Foolish was out with Boomer and Gumi meaning Punz was probably with them. Which left Karl? No. That didn't sound right. The muffled groans were much too low for the brunette.

"Punz, p-please!" You sobbed.

Sapnap bit down harder, cumming into his hand. Luckily he was wearing a dark t-shirt other wise the stains might be a little more noticeable.

Holy shit his friend is a freak in bed if you're screaming that loud.

At first it was hot but now that he was long past his orgasmic bliss and trying to sleep suddenly your noises were a bit much.

After cleaning himself up Sapnap texted Punz to shut you up or he will.

There was no response. Sapnap rolled his eyes. Why would Punz respond? He's too busy getting his dick wet.

Carefully without waking up the other two Sapnap left their room and walked a few feet to Punz's door.

"Punz," he hissed quietly, pounding on the door. "Shut the fuck up,"

From behind the door he heard your noises quiet to a whimper and the bed springs move a bit.

A few moments later Punz opened the door half dressed.

"Dude shut the fuck up some of us are trying to sleep," Sapnap glared

Punz just smirked. "Right and you werent doing something behind your wall either jerknap,"

Sapnap flushed before lowering himself to a whisper. "You heard me?"

Punz started laughing making Sapnap hush him and shove him back into the room. The door clicked behind them. "I don't need to hear you, I already know their noises are hot as fuck, it gets hotter the more you edge them. Poor thing is desperate to cum,"

Sapnap froze seeing you on the bed. Your thighs quivering, asscheek red with a handprint, on your knees, face pressed into the pillows. Punz left him in his frozen state moving back over to you. His boxers returned to the floor once more.

His hands grasped your hips and moved you to face the door. "Now," Punz grunted slamming back into you. "You gonna shut them up like you texted?"

You hiccuped and sobbed into the sheets letting the blonde rail you into next week. "Or are going to just say no to this pretty face and go back to bed?"

Punz's hand dug into your hair lifting your head.

Sapnap inhaled sharply at the sight of you. Eyes darkened, tongue hanging out of your mouth, and tear stained cheeks all begged him to fuck your mouth. Who was he to resist?

"Sorry baby, looks like you wont be very useful at the meet and greets. You're not going to be able to talk or walk let alone think when we're done,"

#celestial:whispers #mentallyillcrustacean #celestial:pnz #celestial:spnp #celestial:scribbles

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dreamcorechild · 9 months

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Sekido: "What do you want, I was busy meditating until you rudely interrupted my session."

Aizetsu: "Sorry about that, I was only checking on with you. okay big brother?"

Sekido: ".... And why do you need to do that. I'm perfectly fine!"

Aizetsu: "By being angry all the time?! Its unhealthy for you!"

Sekido: "I am not in the mood for arguing with you right now."

Aizetsu: "I only just asking for you to just... Calm down!"

Sekido: "How can I calm down when I have to be put up with three nuisance and ONE BRAT!!!"

Aizetsu: "Your not given them a chance.. Thats why!"

Sekido: "SO WHAT?! THEIR NOT GIVING ME A GOD DAMN BREAK!!!"

Aizetsu: "Brother. I understand.. I know how it feels when you have annoying siblings who doesn't approve of your leadership.. But if your more nicer to them.. Maybe they can do the same thing in return!"

Sekido: "LIKE HELL THEY WONT.. NOW LISTEN TO WHAT I HAVE TO SAY-"

[Aizestu quickly disrupted his own brother. He pushed him into his bedroom.]

Aizetsu: "No. You listen to me!!"

[Aizetsu pinned him on the wall. His arms were wrapped around the anger demon. For some reason. Sekido couldn't free himself from such grasp... It was like Aizetsu was holding him down.. Out of remorse.]

Sekido: "Let go of me!"

Aizetsu: "Not until you calm down... Please!"

Sekido: "DIDN'T YOU HEAR ME I SAID-"

Aizetsu: "I HEARD YOU OKAY.. BUT YOUR AGGRESSION WILL LEAD YOU ASTRAY FROM US. AND WE DON'T WANT THAT TO HAPPEN NOW.. DO WE... THINK OF THE TIMES WE ALL DID TOGETHER!! HOW WE TAG TEAM AGAINST THOSE SWORD SLAYING HUMANS... TIMES MAY HAVE CHANGE BACK THEN... AND REMEMBER... YOU SMILED!!"

Sekido: "..... I.... Smiled...???"

[Sekido paused for a brief moment. The tightness of the sorrow demon clinging onto him. With his younger brother dripping down with tears.. He never wanted to let go..]

Aizetsu:" You may be our leader.. And our big brother... But that won't stop me from getting you to relax!!"

Sekido: "I.... I'm...."

Aizetsu: "It's okay if your afraid to apologies.. I can take your words clearly and respectfully... Your an amazing Bro and we all love you... Just please... You got to take control of your actions... I'm scared that one day... You would go as far for them to punish you even more... Right now... Were dealing with something that none of us or our friends have experienced.... I just.... Please Sekido... Rest your back.. Don't let it be as stiff as before..."

Sekido: ".... F... Fine... If its a way to stop you from hugging me tightly with your muscular body.. So be it... But just this once.. Then I will be back to my old grumpy self... Deal?!."

Aizetsu: "Deal.. T... Thank you brother...."

Sekido: "But just to let you know.. It is my duty to impress Lord Muzan.. That is why I've been forcing you guys to stop doing some stupid things and to do as I say.. If he finds out that we've been slacking off behind his back... Then we're all gonna be under his shoes..."

Aizetsu: "I see.."

[Sonny was fascinated by the shows that was on Television. How people are risking their lives for one big prize at the end. He looked back at Karaku who was the only one in the living room with him at the moment.. He got up, walking over with his arms raised out. His eye closing in from exhaustion.]

Karaku: "Tired little one?"

Sonny: *Nod*

[The emotion of pleasure grabbed the child. He sat him down on the couch next to him. He rested his eyes a bit. But not before Karaku thought of something that can be prove very useful for the child.. He went through his sack. Pulling out a small tool that can blast out a loud pitch wail... An air horn.]

Karaku: "Hey kid."

Sonny: "??"

Karaku: "I just wanna give you something for you to use in case of any emergencies.. I know you cant talk or can scream as loudly as before.. So let this be your alarm to alert us if something terrible had happen... Okay?"

[The child took hold of the new device. He pressed down on the red button, surprising his heart with a sudden beat. The Pleasure demon laughed a bit, Petting his bandaged head gently. Urogi appeared out from the hallway, calling for his older brother.]

Urogi: "Hey Karaku. Me and Zohakuten are gonna make some snacks. Care to join us?"

Karaku: "Hold on. Ill be with you two in a minute. Just got to put the young one to sleep.. Guess his crying has drained him out.. Poor thing."

[He looked down at the boy, whom was already fast asleep. He slowly lay him down on the arm rest of the couch, With the last demon gone from his sight.. The child was left all alone in one room. Safe enough for the hovering camera to come up close and personal. The camera was in fact a drone. But unlike any other drone.. This one was high up with tech. Who ever made such machine, did a lot of work to make it to hell while its controller was in a different part of the universe...]

[The drone took the blanket of the child. Its weaponry changed to a heavy flail. It swung around. Almost landing a hit on the boy, the breeze it made was a warning.. The child rolled of the couch, almost as the Flail had slammed down on the spot his head would be.]

Sonny: "....???"

[Now the child was awake.. The real fun can begin.]

Sonny: "!!!!"

[The drone changed its weaponry to double barrages of ammunition. Firing at the child to his response was him running around the hallways. The drone didnt loose him. It was faster, stronger and better. Sonny ran in circles while flying buzzsaws were thrown at him, each cuts have torn the bandages off. Sonny made a muffle scream, pulling out the air horn. Hoping that one large blast could stun the drone.. It didnt.. It made it worse...]

[The train horn that was made could be heard for miles upon miles, the Childs convulsing plus heavy breathing was slowing him down, Thankfully. The idea of having the air horn manage to work successfully.]

Sekido: "What is that hideous sound!?"

Aizetsu: "To me.. It sounds like an air horn-"

[Until they opened the door after their normal conversation. Urogi, Karaku and Zohakuten rushed pass them in the speed of light.. Something was going on, so they decided to follow.]

Sekido: "Where are you three going?!"

Urogi: "WE DON'T KNOW.. ALL WE KNOW IS THAT THE CHILD IS GONE!"

Sekido and Aizetsu: "What?!?!?!"

Karaku: "Not to mention.. I gave him that air horn so he can use it as an emergency.. Now that the sound came from it... Something awful might of happen..."

Aizetsu: "What do you mean by Awful?!"

Urogi: "We think someone has took him!!"

[The horn blared louder and louder. Sonny desperately trying to receive any help to what he's going through.. His legs could no longer run... He was already drifted out of consciousness.. A perfect tactic for the drone to pull out a long chain like cuffs around the boy's stomach.. It lifted him up. Attempting to make their getaway out of the castle...]

Aizetsu: "There he is!!!"

Karaku: "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT THING!!!!?!?!"

Zohakuten: "Drats! What ever it is.. Its taking him away from us!!"

Sekido: "UROGI! CHASE THAT THING DOWN.. AND UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES. DO NOT LET IT ESCAPE WITH THE CHILD!!"

Urogi: "That's what I was planning to do bossy boots!"

[The emotion of joy ran ahead of them. He sprouted his harpy wings wide open. Taking off from the wooden ground. He was catching up to where the drone was.. A small gab was open for the machine to fly out with the child as its captive.]

Zohakuten: "HEY! At least let me join in on the chase!!"

Sekido: ".. Fine! You break down the wall so Urogi can fly out. And hurry!"

[Zohakuten pulled out his bone-like dagger, banging the drums on his back to create a few large wooden tendrils. Breaking down one large wall of the infinity castle. It lead them outside, the red clouds of hell was blocking the emotion of joy.. But he can hear the buzz of the drone and the whimpers of the Child not far from his grasp. He charged up his power. Gasping through the air and soaring through the skies.]

Urogi: "COVER YOUR EARS KIDDO!!"

Sonny: "?!"

[A yellow aura was exhaled. The deaf making scream stunned both the boy and the drone...]

Drone: "Overheating... Changing protocol temperature to down below zero."

[The drone system malfunctioned from the sonic boom emitting from Urogi's ability. Sparks were visible to the demon. He targeted it with sight.. Only for the drone to do something cold and harrowing. It let go of the Child.. Plummeting him through the clouds. Urogi paused quickly. Now shifting his lock on the boy.]

Urogi: "HOLD ON!!! I'M COMING!!!!"

[The child could feel the gravity pulling him down. He saw Urogi air diving down like a kamikaze. Arms raised out. Sonny untangled the chain that was attached and wrapped around the cuffs to his ankle.. He threw it to the harpy which he grasped on it tightly.]

[This stopped the boy from falling a few feet towards the lava below. Urogi pulled him into his arms. Hearing him sighing with relief that the Child was safe and uninjured from the drama. Sonny rested his head on his shoulder.. Finally he can feel comfort without anything dragging him away...]

Urogi: "I've got you kid.. I've got you.."

[But worse was yet to come when the exact drone from before was heading straight to them.. Sonny saw it with the glimpse of his eye. It activate its next protocol.. Machine guns. He pulled on one of Urogi's feather to get his attention on the ambush. He saw it and quickly step up his boost. He flapped his wings through the clouds. The blood moon was coming out that illuminates their path back towards the infinity castle.]

Urogi: "WHEN WILL THIS MACHINE EVER QUIT?!? ITS AS FAST AS ME!"

[A bullet struck his left side wing. Hurdling the bird through the clouds, Urogi was struggling to hold in his breath to block out the pain.. His main focus was to secure the child back to the castle.. More bullets punctured his wings in the process. The blood soaked through... Some stained his claws and chest...]

Urogi: "I hope the others are ready for this..!!!"

Sonny: *Whimpers*

[It was to early for the others to celebrate... Once the two appeared through the crimson clouds. The drone was tailing close...]

Karaku: "Their coming back! And Urogi got the Child!!"

Sekido: "What a relief- GOD DAMMIT AND HE STILL HAVNT DESTROYED THE DRONE.. WHY ARE YOU SUCH A CHICKEN UROGI?!"

Urogi: "NEVERMIND ABOUT THAT!! OBLITERATE IT!!! NOW!!!"

[Sekido measured the length of how far his lightnings would go.. Not as close to the drone.. So he thought of something.. For once.. Using his brain instead of his choices. He could think of using a tool as a javelin.. Only one of the brothers have that type of weapon for long distance.]

Sekido: "It's a bit far for my staff to land some damages.. Aizetsu, give me your spear for a moment."

Aizetsu: "R.. Right!"

[The Yari spear can be thrown as far as a short stumpy arrow. Sekido eyes squinted to gain concentration. The drone's red light was on his fore head.. Now it was targeting him.]

Sekido: "No one.. Hurts.. MY BROTHERS!!!!!!"

[The point of the spear impaled straight through the heavy armory. Dislodging its battery and snapping the wirings.. The drone fell close. The spear still stabbing through its metallic body.. Sonny looked at Sekido. He hopped off from Urogi's arms, making his way to give the anger demon a surprising thank you hug.]

[To his discomfort..]

Sekido: "UAHH!!!!!??!?!?!!!"

Aizetsu: "Just let him Sekido.. He's only saying thank you."

Sekido: "Yes, but this is embarrassing for me to endure!!!"

[Urogi tended to his wings. Regenerating the wounds within a matter of time.. Zohakuten grabbed the now broken drone, giving Aizetsu his spear back.. A small recording was exposed. Like a transmission from one call to the next. The user can hear them.. And what Zohakuten would say... A harsh threat.]

Zohakuten: "Who ever is flying this machine.. Your lucky that None of us know where you are.. But once we do.. We will savor our desire by ripping your limbs of while your still alive!!!"

[His brothers heard that.. They cant help it but agree to it.. Today has been a rough one so far.. And only a matter of time for the rest of the demons to hurry back.. Cause boy do they have news to show and tell...]

Urogi: "Phew. Thank god that's over.. Now Who wants to go and get some ice cream?"

Karaku: "FUCK YEAH. I'M IN THE MOOD FOR SOMETHING SWEET AND COLD TO BITE ON!"

Sonny: *Muffled cheers*

Aizetsu: "Heh.. You coming along Sekido?"

Sekido: ".... I can see why not."

Zohakuten: "Your in a good mood.. What the hell just happened that I missed out on?"

Sekido: "Oh its nothing you little turnip-"

Zohakuten: "Don't call me that ever again."

Sekido: "Okay then Turnip-"

Zohakuten: "Stop it."

#demon slayer #karaku #aizetsu #sekido #urogi #zohakuten #hantengu clones #demon slayer karaku #demon slayer urogi #demon slayer aizetsu #kny sekido #kimestu no yaiba

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imaginewarehouse · 2 years

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Marcus White x Fem!Reader || Oneshot

Plot: On a typical evening walk of yours around the neighbourhood (Which is generally just fine, of course. You love your walks. Its normal, and perfectly safe!) you start to notice... a man. Following you. No matter how many turns you make, he continued to be just a few metres behind you, on the same side of the road as you.

As you're starting to really panic, over the sound of you heart beating hot and loud in your ears, you realise Marcus from work lives near here (He of course had written his address on the female staff bathroom wall at some point) and you go straight there.

Warnings: Stalking. Or basically, just being followed by a strange man in the evening when its getting dark. After that though its just a butt load of unadulterated Marcus fluff! ^^ Also unedited so far

Tags: @flowercrowns-goodvibes and @one-edgy-bitch

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I turn round another corner, the blood in my ears having started to pump louder and hotter then necessary the moment I noticed the man- before I realised he was following me, even. Now it aches, and my heart's beating like a steam train against my rib cage, and I feel like I might throw up. Its been 10 minutes, and no matter how many unnecessary turns I make, the figure wont disappear. I feel like I'm being hunted. I don't want to go back home and lead him to where I live, but I also feel sick to my stomach being out here.

Where he can grab me.

And I feel like I'm too scared to properly fight back, if he does. You always imagine, that you can just kick or punch an attacker if it happened to you but no one ever mentions how the fear sucks all the strength out of you and makes it impossible to even clench your fists. Makes you useless.

Helpless.

I take a deep breath, careful to not show it though. How am I going to get out of this? Exhaling, my breath stutters and I panic that he saw it. He knows I know. He knows I'm scared. Am I going to get out of this?

I don't dare think about what state I might be in if I do get out of this, attacked. That's not going to happen.

What do I do, though? What do I do? What do I do?

Chewing on my bottom lip, I think hard. I could pretend to be on a phone call, or actually call someone? But then whoever's following me might panic and speed up whatever plans they have, so I just grip my phone in my hand, hanging at my side. My earplugs are long forgotten around my neck so I can hear the footsteps, but I haven't put them away.

Where's the nearest shop? 20 minutes away.

What are the chances that any of these houses will be housing someone worse then the guy behind me? Right now, that chance seems higher then what, rationally, I know it must really be.

Another deep breath forces my chest to rise and my eyes to redden this time. God, I am not handling this well. I need to be cooler. I need to calm the fuck down.

But that thought just seems to make it worse, as tears of fear start to fill my eyes.

Help.

Suddenly, as I round another corner and catch sight of the dark, empty Daycare sitting there on the other side of the road- I all of a sudden realise where I am.

I mean, I knew where I was. Where I am. I know how to get home from here and how to get to the shops, but suddenly something else clicks in my head. A sanctuary representing unlikely hope.

Marcus lives around here. Marcus from work. I remember, because he wrote his damn address on the bathroom wall inside the womens' one time and it had registered in my head because, hey, that's in my neighbourhood!

In fact- its around this next corner. If I can only make it on these terrified jelly legs, then I can gladly brave the awkwardness of barging into a colleagues home to get some help. Taking another deep breath of the fresh, crisp, cheek-burning evening air as the world gets even darker around us - me, and him, - and then letting it go slowly, I gradually pick up my pace.

When I finally get around the corner, is when my heart really stops beating for a moment.

Because I see the house. Number 12, right there on the left. 4 houses down.

But also, because a perfectly average, run-of-the-mill, one-of-the-many kind of voice calls out, muffled through his scarf, for me.

Just a quick, "Hey!", so I ignore it even as my insides feel like they're all trying to rush out every available orifice of my body and my legs threaten to buck out from underneath me. Please, please keep going. Please, legs. I'm honestly begging you here. Keep me up, now. I need you right now. Please, please, please...

"Hey!" He calls again when I don't respond and pretend I didn't hear him, and speeds up behind me. Oh god, now my body wants to sprint but I force myself to keep my pace. "Girl!"

All heat, and probably all the colour too, has drained from my face. My fingers have lost feeling. All I know, all I can think now is I'm not going to die. I'm not going to die. I'm not going to die.

And that's not a totally... comforting, thought.

Then I reach the house I was aiming for and nearly trip over turning course down the driveway to race to the door, the porch light turning the bricks orange in the dark. I knock maybe a little too hard against the wooden door. But I wouldn't really know, my hands are numb.

I glance back at the man for the first time fully and watch him walk across the path by the house, as I hear shuffling beyond the door. He keeps glancing at me as he passes and every time he does, I think he's going to rush at me like a wild beast-

But then the door opens.

And he keeps walking.

"Y/N? Uhh, wow, this is a surprise." The familiar, albeit usually annoying voice causes my muscles to immediately soften and I dare to turn my back on the path, facing Marcus. Tall, broad shouldered, and most importantly yes, occasionally weird, but nevertheless harmless, Marcus. My own shoulders relax; I'm safe, I tell myself. Or try to. But my body is still in a confused state between freeze and flight. "What brings you to my pad?" He grins broadly, easily excitable. Like a Labrador.

"Um- c-can I please come in? I- there was a man, and- " I cant even force out the words. They feel fresh, and fake, even though I can still feel the fear rushing through my veins instead of blood. Am I shaking? God, I'm shaking.

"Y-yeah, come on in." Through whatever is usually going on in his head that I have yet to delve into, even after working with him for over a year, he seems to notice how truly shaken up I am and steps to the side so I can walk in. He closes the door behind me and I wipe my face, feeling safer. "Uh, do you want something? I got, uh... well, my mom's outta town so I mostly have, like... beer. But I think we have tea, too?"

"Um... that's okay... " I don't want to embarrass myself any more by dropping the tea cup because my fingers were shaking too badly. That would be exactly what I need to top off the night to make it freaken perfect. "Thank you... "

"Living room's this way." He nods, guiding me around a corner into a room that looks just like you would imagine an old ladies livingroom to look like. Floral couch, 2 armchairs with the skirts around the bottom, carpet, and some porcelain cats here and there. Marcus, in his white t-shirt and boxers, looks odd and informal in the middle of it all, but comfortable. He turns around and gestures towards the couch for me to take it, "Sit down, uh, relax. I'm just gonna put on some pants. Be right back!"

I nod, sitting down and feeling myself relax immediately as he rushes outta the room and hear him loudly bang bang bang all the way up the stairs. The sound even makes me release a nervous, lighthearted laugh. Ohhhh, lord...

Wiping my face and then brushing my hair back, I take a deep breath and look around the room some more. There's a couple beer cans around the place, as if Marcus has had a party though I know its more likely that this is just a visual guide to to where, in this room, he's been hanging out all week. At the coffee table a couple of times, at the mantle once, and on the floor.

There's also a PlayStation hooked up to the TV here, looking totally out of place in the old lady style room. The remote is attached to the charger, on the creamy carpet in front of the entertainment centre along with a bag of chips- he must have been playing before I turned up.

When Marcus comes flying back down the stairs, eager as ever for company though he is, I feel guilty as hell for interrupting his evening. He plops down heavily on the other side of the couch, giving me plenty of space but wanting to be close by, and I turn with a remorseful sort of look on my face. "I'm so sorry for barging in- "

"Hey, I don't mind." He gives a, excited shrug. "Happy for the company! You wanna play Smash Bros?"

... The fact that this man used to be in prison, baffles me. He's like a puppy dog, and honestly? The grin on his face is kinda infectious. So, when I should have said no thank you and called a cab to get home, I instead gave a gentle smile and said, "... Sure."

"Hm, thats another win for me... " I tease carefully, setting the remote back onto my lap, turning my head to Marcus who's got his jaw on the floor and his eyes glued to the TV screen. "What, surprised?"

"How'd you get so good??!"

Giggling, I shake my head and shrug. "I like this game."

"Yeah, I see that." He insists, but there's nothing mean or upset about it- just in awe. And it makes you feel warm inside. After digging into the bag of chips at his side and collecting himself a huge handful, he offers you the bag. "Chip?"

"Oh, I love (Chip flavour). Yes please!" I dig in and get a smaller handful, but still a handful, and put them in my other open hand while Marcus just plays that dangerous game of pulling various chips out of his grip and hopes they don't all fall out on the couch like edible Jenga.

Through a mouthful, which makes me chuckle and shake my head, he gives a nod. "No problem,"

Who knew I'd like hanging out with Marcus so much?? I'm having a great time. He doesn't put pressure on me at all, and it turns out the two of us share a lot in common, surprisingly. I should have taken him up on his offer to get drinks a long time ago. So, when he asks if I'd like him to drive me home or if I wanna stay over... cuz like, the guy might still be around or whatever... I feel butterflies (The good kind) flutter around in my chest, and nod. I mean, I certainly don't feel like going out there again tonight, whether its in a car or otherwise.

"Okay! Awesome, uh- C'mon, lets getcha a pillow." Marcus exclaims, excited again, before patting my arm and getting up. Pushing off the couch, I follow him deeper into the house , up the stairs and into what must be his room... the walls are painted blue, the bed - covered in cars bed sheets, - isn't made, its a huge mess and his work coveralls are strewn over a motorcycle style desk chair. Just, basically, exactly how you might imagine Marcus' bedroom to look like- humorously so. I find it kind of cute.

While he's rifling around the place looking for a clean pillow and a blanket, I peak around some more. Until something makes me gasp. "Is that your mug shot???"

"Uh yeah, my mom's got another copy on the fridge." Marcus replies, not turning around as I pick up the framed photo and grin at it. He looks so unimpressed, or like he's trying to look unimpressed but is really shitting himself, but still... somehow good? Handsome?

How??????????????

Also, the fact that Mrs White stuck it up on the fridge, too? Priceless.

After setting the frame back down where you found it, Marcus turns around with a pillow and a blanket, handing you the pillow - which smells very strongly of some kind of body spray, the kind that guys think will get them laid, - before I realise how close we've ended. He seems to notice too, the tips of our feet mere inches from eachother, and he grins as I feel my heart pound heavily against my chest for the second time tonight, and the pillow I'm hugging. This time, though, I don't mind the feeling.

He's still handsome, I think, peaking up at him over the pillow. Maybe even more so, in person.

And my inhibitions are low, due to him also being my knight in shining armour, tonight.

That only means-

"Uhhh... So can I sleep on the couch?" That means I have to be a strong adult and force myself to make some good decisions tonight. Starting with deescalating this situation and stepping back.

"Yeah, or you could... you know... sleep in my bed? With- with me??" Marcus suggests, in a sort of odd mixture of nervous and confident. Kinda dumb. But its cute and hard to resist.

"Uhh... "

"We don't have to do anything," He's quick to add, assuring you with a smirk, before chuckling and rubbing the back of his neck. Fuck!! When guys do that its just... game over. I can actually feel all sense leaving my body- "I mean, I want to. But I just thought... this was going kinda well, and uh... honestly I like you. A lot. So I was thinking... maybe... "

"I mean... sure."

"What?" He looks shocked, and so am I but I just give a smile. I have had a bad night, and cuddling with Marcus can only make it better.

"Yeah, why not?" Stepping back to him, I peer up at him. "I kinda like you too, so... "

That caused a big grin to slip across his face. "Fuck yeah!"

10 minutes later I've changed into a clean shirt of Marcus' that has Jason Voorhees' on it - partly because I'm sure neither of us will be tempted to break the mans 'premarital sex' ban with him between us, - and slip under the covers, laying down and beginning to get comfortable before Marcus goes and just scoops me right up against him.

I relax immediately, taking a deep breath and wrapping my arms back around him, and burying my face in his t-shirt. He's changed into pyjama pants, now, along with his plain white shirt, and he's so cute I'm tempted to wrap one of my legs over him.

... So I do, hooking a leg over his hip and sighing, eyes closed and feeling him give a sigh of his own at me wrapping myself around him like a damn monkey. He even hitches my leg more securely over him so we're chest-to-chest, and his chin rests on my head. I'm so warm, and snuggly, and-

-there is no doubt in my mind that I'm going to be flustered as hell when I wake up in the morning. I mean, this is impulsive, and kinda dumb, definitely but it also feels really good. So, for tonight, I'll be impulsive, and kinda dumb.

#Superstore #Superstore x Reader #Marcus White x Reader Oneshot #Marcus White x Reader #Marcus White #Superstore Marcus

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grimmylover7 · 29 days

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Tag: 5 Songs: 3 Outfits

The lovely @skoll-sun-eater tagged me in this and it was way more difficult than I expected it to be!!??!

I'm not even sure who to tag so i'm just gonna throw some random @'s all over the place and if you see yourself pop up, and you've already done it, just tag me on that post. I'm an idiot XD

@duskvivie @thehautecouturewhore @capriskunk @imgnnafurgf

Rules: Post 5 songs associated with your OC(s), followed by 3 outfits they would wear.

First up:

Eden "Rook" Davis:

"Can't Tame Her" by Zara Larsson

"And you can't tie her down When the night comes around Said she gonna party all night (all night) And you can't change her Can't blame her, can't tame her Can't tame her magic energy She's so magnetic, pulls you in every time (every time)"

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Take Me Back To Eden by Sleep Token

"My, my, those eyes like fire I'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre Come now, bite through these wires I'm a waking hell and the gods grow tired Reset my patient violence along both lines of a pathway higher Grow back your sharpest teeth, you know my desire

I will travel far beyond the path of reason Take me back to Eden"

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Cherry Wine by Hozier

"Her fight and fury is fiery Oh but she loves Like sleep to the freezing Sweet and right and merciful I'm all but washed In the tide of her breathing

And it's worth it, it's divine I have this some of the time"

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FREAK by Demi Lovato

"Pinch me, singe me, inch me to the edge Prod me, laud me, ungodly but heaven sent

Get your tickets to the freak show, baby Step right up to watch the freak go crazy

I am what I am and what I am is a piece of meat Take a bite just to watch me bleed, freak"

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Wasteland by Seether

"I remember the way you left me broken Don't shed a tear for me Nobody seems to be willing to save me from purgatory Nobody seems to be able to shed the treadwheel"

Outfit ideas/Inspiration (Not mine btw, all found on pinterest)

She prefers to cover up because of the scarring. Tight fit clothes if possible. Head to toe. Maybe bare arms but even that's pushing it. She likes rough material too, something to scratch at her skin to bring sensation back in places were nerve damage left her numb.

ALRIGHT NOW:

Victor Cain:

Just Pretend by Bad Omens

"I'm not afraid of the war you've come to wage against my sins I'm not okay, but I can try my best to just pretend

I can wait for you at the bottom I can stay away if you want me to I can wait for years if I gotta Heaven knows I ain't getting over you I know the pain that you hide behind the smile on your face And not a day goes by where I don't think I feel the same"

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The Summoning by Sleep Token

"Oh, and my love Did I mistake you for a sign from God? Or are you really here to cut me off? Or maybe just to turn me on 'Cause these days I would be lying if I told you that I didn't wish that I could be your man"

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Just A Cloud Away by Pharrell Williams

"So What? You've blown a fuse? Well that happens to us all. Well, I come with great news. The day could change, change, change, change. We've all, of course, been there before Been there, crying, fighting, the dark. Let good energy be your strong - Wont get away-way-way-way This rainy day is temporary."

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Lighthouse Keeper by Sam Smith

"Yeah, I see you looking, Looking for a sign Praying for a beacon, So here's the light My arms will be wide open For the moment you arrive, arrive When you set sail on your journey And happiness is far away Love will guide you 'til the morning Lead your heart down to the bay Don't resist the rain and storm I'll never leave you lost at sea"

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How Far We've Come by Matchbox Twenty

"I'm waking up at the start of the end of the world, But its feeling just like every other morning before, Now I wonder what my life is going to mean if it's gone,

Well I, believe, it all, is coming to an end Oh well, I guess, we're gonna pretend, Let's see how far we've come"

Outfit Ideas/Inspiration:

Victor is a layers kind of dude unless he's in gear. Then it's bulky enough for his tastes as is. He likes feeling weighted down. Definitely owns a weighted blanket somewhere lol

So yeah, here my Deputies, I hope this is informative to my precious babies in Chokehold because they are both dweebs and in need of loves <3 Thank @skoll-sun-eater for the tag!!!!

#tag game #fc5 #far cry 5 #my ocs #ao3 #fanfiction #chokehold #deputy rook #Deputy Victor

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eyeless-jack62002 · 1 month

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You know im mentally fucked when im here again

Also to those posting in these tags u can put the squiggle line so ur not jumpscaring ppl and less likely to get reported so fast.

Not me on my 3rd acc. Tho yall really help me stay clean. My partner started back in Novemberish maybe sooner. Right after our 4 y anniversary. And then she just dropped it on me. She knew i was trying to stay clean for her and i was doing such a good job. I only thought about it and would scroll here to "get my fix" its an addiction and i dont think ppl realize that. She brought my favorite drvgs into the house and hid it from me for months. Tho she doesnt even know i have a tumblr. Shes starting therapy now finally. And me too. I have an appt next week. I havent been since i was 12. Im scared. I dont trust therapists. I wish i could just cvt head to toe. All over everywhere. Id be exactly how i wanna be. I want this. But i cant. Gotta be around for my partner. Even tho she didnt want to for me. I told her if she wanted we could together but that we wouldnt be same ever again. I wish shed said yes but thats just jack. He clouds my thoughts with his own. Ik im sick. I wish she never told me. Ive been spiraling for months but i have to shove that down so i can help her get better. I warned her. She knew i was trying ro get better but she still fucking did it behind my back for months!! I almost broke up with her. I wnated so bad to run away and never see her again. But whats the price of choosing to love someone but urself. Id give my entire being up for her and in a way i do. Ive just been so hurt and its all i can think about. I threw away my fucking stash for her!! I regret that somedays. Today especially. We had to drain our fucking saving acc bc of her. She kept skipping work and we kept having less and less financial stability. Still dont but were starting to recover from that but barely. Its like she fucking ignored all of my advice as someone who has been selfh@rming for over a decade. Fuck what i have to say tho. The worst part of it all she cvt the same way and places as my quail as my ruby did. Fucked. She didnt know that tho. And i was finally fucking comfortable with telling her about my self h@arm and she fucking did it anyways. And she told me as if it was her telling what we her having for dinner. I cant even cry anymore over this. Why does this all still bother me. I have no tears left. I admit i screamed a lot. I hit her cvts slapped them. You didnt feel the pain then but u feel it now?? It hurts now? And she said to me "i thought you would have noticed" so snarky. Why the fuck would i think my partner who knows of my history would fucking betraw me like this. And then to be a bitch about it and ask for MY HELP!?!? TEH FUCKING INSANITY. She doing better now tho. Good for her. Ive never been okay. And i dont think i will be. I dont want to get better. Being sick feels too good. And eventually me subbing out cvting for w33d will get old eventually. It always does. Nothing can scratch this itch i have so badly in me. Its like my insides scream to be let out. Its like an energy that flows out with the red. She doesnt understand what cvtting is for me. She said she wanted to die. But knowing you wont die is what keeps me held. I have sold my soul. Im bound. Ruby stopped when we broke up. And i told her i did as well. I know were both liars but thats why ill always have a place in me for ruby. I love my partnerbut if she wants to replace ruby she can be my guest. But replaceing ruby will just make you into a ruby. And no one wants that. I love my partner and im clean for her. Why couldnt she do that for me.

I feel like im in my wattpad days in here. Jacks old diary. But he likes it here better. Anyways if u made it this far enjoy a gif from one of my current special interest show 🖤 -t and jack

#self h@rm #baby cvts #i want to cvt #s3lf harn #sh tumblr #sh things #s3lf mutilation

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anniesocsandgeneralstore · 1 year

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Looking for new au ideas you say??? (I saw those tags!) 👀

How about NFL player Jake and Ronnie (who works for the team in some capacity that's NOT a cheerleader) and the "we had fun" prompt.

I also wouldn't be mad if you made Jake play for the Indianapolis Colts. Just sayin'.... 👀😆

(I will question our friendship if you make him a Patriot! 😂)

oh fuck now this is a concept (and ofc he's on the Indianapolis Colts who do you think I am GO COLTS BITH!!!)

Jake would make such a perfect hot-shot tight end who won a heisman or some shit at Texas while in college

and no i don't want Ronnie to be a cheerleader either. too cliche.

but like the thought of her as a coach?? like one of the first female coaches ever and she's worked so fucking hard to get where she is.

she's not one of the Big Three in coaching or anything (maybe Brad is), like she's the Tight Ends Coach or something. She is competent and good at what she does and the Colts took a huge gamble on her.

everyone looks down on her cause she's a woman, and doubts her ability and if the season goes poorly they've all decided exactly where the blame is going to be put. It's a lot of pressure, but she knows that she's good and is determined to prove everyone wrong.

ah but then she starts fooling around with one of her players: Jake.

the first time was probably like, the boys begging her to go out for drinks and she agrees reluctantly (again, she has to be SO CAREFUL with everything she does). aaannnnddd she accidentally drunkenly goes home with Jake.

and of course they can't get enough of one another. ronnie is so worried about someone finding out. the season is going well so far but.....if she screws up even once she's so fired.

but then she gets pregnant

and if that doesn't just throw a wrench in EVERYTHING

she holds Jake back after practice under the guise of talking through a play he can't seem to get right.

but then she drops the bomb on him

and he reacts with the prompt "Look, we had fun. It was good! But, you know...I didn't sign up for this. I'm not exactly cut out for the parenting life."

"And you think I am?"

she is set to get an abortion. quiet and simple. she'd get to move on with her life and focus on her career and forget about Jake. goes so far as to go to the clinic. but she can't go through with it. she just can't.

a few weeks later jake probably asks her quietly if she handled "the problem"

without even looking at him, focused solely on the drills the guys are running. "I'm keeping it."

she probably waits until she literally cant anymore to say something to the head coach and general manager because she's terrified of getting fired. they ask who the father is but she refuses to tell them, that that's her business. they decide to keep her on, the season will be well over before her maternity leave, and they'll wait to see after that.

of course she tells brad who the father is and he is of course pissed that Jake isn't taking any responsibility for it. but Ronnie is okay with it. he didn't sign up for this.

she doesn't tell her players in exact terms that she's pregnant. she just doesn't know how to tell them. the guys love her (probably like Javy and Reuben), think she's the best tight end coach they've ever had and they will fight for her to stay as much as they can. but it's just....awkward cause jake knows and he wont stop staring at her.

they know she was sick for a while, working through the illness cause they're in the middle of the season and there's no time to be sick. she literally just carries around a bucket during practice lol

then she walks into practice one day and...she is clearly showing and they're all like "omg you're pregnant??? why didn't you say anything? that's so exciting!! who's the father?"

"there's no father."

idk something something Jake struggles with his emotions and is just generally a jerk for a while until he gets his shit together. cause he does care about Ronnie. both professionally and personally. he thinks she's one hell of a woman and if she wasn't his coach he probably would get into a relationship with her. but that's a relationship that's never been done and is just assumed isn't allowed.

an interesting scene, and probably the one that makes jake get his shit together, is during a game an opposing wide receiver and a few defensive players collide with the Colts sideline and of course Ronnie is there. she refuses to miss a game even in her condition (at this point i'd say she's probably twenty weeks??)

she doesn't get hit directly but she does get knocked over in the chaos

she's so embarrassed that the game gets put on timeout for medical to come get her. and she can just see the headlines now. but she is also terrified cause she got hit pretty hard and what if she lost the baby? she'd gotten attached. she looked forward to being a mom. she loved the little bean already. she couldn't lose them.

as soon as she's down jake rushes over to her and carries her away from everybody, through the tunnel and into the locker room. he talks to her to distract her from everything that's going on. but the baby's not moving and ronnie is so so scared.

"She's not moving - I can't, I can't feel her - "

"It's a girl?"

Ronnie just nods, she hates that she's crying. but she's glad no one else followed them in there.

"Can I?" he asks, hand raised tentatively towards her belly. "M-Maybe I'll be able to feel her moving."

"Okay."

It takes a minute, but eventually, he feels the baby moving around in there and they both laugh in relief.

He says that he's sorry for being an ass. She can't just forgive him like that, but she's willing to give him a chance. For their baby.

Then the emts show up with the gurney and he helps her on, watches her get pushed away. Reuben runs in to tell him they've gotta go, game's starting back up.

anyway after that they're pretty sweet on one another, but NO ONE can find out about their relationship or the fact that he's the father. she is staying in his very, very nice house in Carmel though (shout out to the roundabout hell).

the rest of the season goes well, they go to the Superbowl (a girl can dream) when she is about to pop. they end up winning (again a girl can DREAM OKAY?) and Jake gets so pumped that he kisses her on the sidelines.

it's such excitement and so much emotion that her water breaks and she gets rushed to the hospital to have the baby

obviously it gets out that jake's the father, but goddamn if ronnie's work on the team wasn't what got them to the Superbowl so...they get to keep seeing each other and she's promoted to Quarterback Coach.

She brings little baby girl to every practice in one of those little chest carriers. all the big football players are so cute with her. i can't.

uh anyway.....i may or may not be in love with this concept.....

#annie answers #my darling darling indy #oc: ronnie bradshaw #nfl au #what a time to be alive #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #hangman #jake hangman seresin x oc #jake seresin x oc #hangman x oc #jake hangman seresin imagine #jake seresin imagine #hangman imagine #jake seresin x ronnie bradshaw

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bmw!anon here!!! back again with holt! you’re recent rb made me go through your “the escape” tag and i couldn’t agree more with wanting to ride holts face. his face was made for being sat on, oh and that beard??? ok so imagine, holt has you pinned to the bed, his forearms and shoulders are the ones that are actually pinning you. his mouth hot on your core, the coarse hair of his beard giving you a pleasurable burn, you crave more of it. his tongue a force that can’t be bothered to quit. you don’t know where he has the energy to move it like he does. maybe it’s the way he constantly runs his mouth, that could explain why he’s so talented with it. his broad shoulders have your thighs spread far apart it’s almost a split. holt is like a mountain between your legs it only makes you wetter. he’s rubbing his face side to side, making you clench your thighs together, locking his face where it’s at. he knows what that move does to you, the prick. you look down and his eyes are rolled back, he likes it, he wont admit it but you can see the way he likes to be suffocated a bit, makes him desperate for it between your legs. you’re trying to fuck his face but the hold he has on you doesn’t really let you do much, you need to fuck him so bad. you reach down and pull on his hair, he gasps, his eyes having a hard time focusing on what’s in front of him. when he does you grip harder on his scalp, pulling up, “holt baby, stop fucking teasing and let me fuck you…please?” you tack on the last word with a slight lilt to your voice. you know holt likes to be told what to do, another thing he wont admit. he nods, his mouth and beard are absolutely soaked from you, his bottom lip pouting automatically, your essence is rubbed all over his face, he can never keep clean when he eats you out. a greedy lover.

when you let go of his hair holt leans down to place a wet kiss on your clit, his eyes never leave yours, “hold on” he says, you tilt your head in confusion, not getting what he said, “wh-HOLT!” the bear of a man wrapped his arms around your waist and hauled you up with no strain, as if he does this all the time. he then rolls onto his back, he’s still holding onto you, the positions now switched, you sitting atop him and him trapped between your legs. the power and strength alone holt showed makes you slip and slide so much easier against the prickly mouth. you cry out when his tongue is back to licking you all over. holt makes it stiff then relaxes it, softening it, he switches between the two it makes your head spin, holding your climax right at the very edge, the bastard. it’s a push and pull routine, it feels so good you want more yet you don’t. you look down at him, thinking you’re gonna see that smug look in his eyes. you don’t, instead you see his eyes closed in ecstasy, his eyes fluttering under his eyelids. he’s in heaven, only you can make him like that, you feel so powerful sitting atop your “throne”, to be worshipped and adored. holt is perfect for the job. you grip the headboard that’s in front you, using it as leverage to fuck your hips against that hot wet mouth, you want to feel the beard burn for days. holt doesn’t let up though, he keeps his mouth on you in desperate sucks and licks. you put the hand that’s not holding onto the headboard to his forehead and push against him, it takes some strength but you do it, he groans and looks up at you. “what did i do? wha-what is it?” he’s out of breath. you smile down at him, “i told you i wanted to fuck you, so i am,” his eyes light up but at the corner of your eye you see his hands reach below his waist going for his dick that you know by now is aching to be touched. feeling a little sadistic you say, “keep your hands on the bed, no touching yourself while i fuck you holt.” he huffs wanting to argue but keeps his mouth shut, he agrees nonetheless so you continue, “i see you touch yourself and i get off, i can gladly get myself off in the bathroom.” his hands tighten into the bedsheets, resisting as much as he could. “i can listen, just fuckin-please~” that’s the holt you want, the one that begs so pretty for you without asking. you card your fingers through his hair, getting a good hold on the thick tresses. you pin his head to the mattress, his mouth automatically opening up for you. “stick your tongue out” he does, your cunt makes contact with his tongue, you grind onto him, riding him for all he’s worth. his breath comes heavy, the heated breath is felt against your mound. you use his mouth like a pathetic toy, you look over your shoulder and see his cock bouncing. he likes it that’s for sure, you want to tease some more. “are you my toy holt? you like being used,” his body shutters, his hands tighten that much more around the sheets. holt keeps his tongue wide and pliant, you feel his saliva built up around his mouth or maybe that’s just you leaking all around him. holt never ceases to amaze you with the things he’s into.

alright that’s all i got, apologies that it’s so long totally didn’t mean that :P holt makes me feral i cant even explain it!! thank you for feeding into my thirst babes! highly appreciate it!!! can’t wait for what else you put out xx 💖💖 :))

bmw!anon… i'm going to need your name and address to send you my hospital bill. cause good LORD this was a LOT.

the way you described him eating you out, good GOD that was so good. his eyes rolling in ecstasy, his face completely soaked?!?? hello?! that was so fucking hot. and the telling you to hold on while he flips you?! jesus christ, i’m not okay in the SLIGHTEST 😵‍💫

but i think the thing that made my stomach actually do a backflip was him not wanting to take a break from making you feel good, asking breathlessly what he did wrong. that's so incredibly hot, just having him be so fucking lost in it all that he doesn't even really know what's happening.

and him being too eager, saying he'll listen and not touch 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 anon, you know me too well. that's all i want, i love it when guys are so antsy to touch and can't hold still. him shuddering, not having the full strength to say it but it's so clear with his begging and panting

i would write onto this but my head is literally fucking empty at the image of him with his eyes blown out, clear that he got fucked so hard he's got nothing left in his head, and his beard and lips completely soaked in slick. there's absolutely nothing more i can add onto this to make it hotter, but i might just add on if it’s okay?

what if you kept grinding onto him, letting the moans escape as you continue to fuck his face? grinding on him to the point where your thighs are sore, you can already feel the scratching that will turn into burn later that night. and hearing the absolutely guttural groans that leave him at the feeling of you completely using him. the deep vibrations shaking you, getting caught in his chest and muffled by your center

all i can literally think about is you grinding on him, maybe just whispering “this what you wanted the entire time isn’t it?” just teasing him more and more for how much this sub streak actually gets to him, whether he’s willing to admit it for not. and i think after a little longer of whining his name, bucking your hips harder into him, and whispering about how adorable it is when he just needs to be used like this, i think you’d feel his body suddenly jerk really hard underneath you

his hand flies from the sheets, nearly breaking his promise to you, as he digs his fingers into your thigh. his muffled groans grow louder, mumbled curses from underneath your folds as you stare at him absolutely confused by the sudden reaction. and that’s when you feel his lower half back up, making you check over your shoulder and see the way his cock is twitching as cum spills from his swollen, red head. and god, imagine getting to tease him for making a complete mess on himself without you touching him at all :)

#not to be too totally tmi but my body reacted to this while at work. sooooo CKSKDKS #also sorry if that’s not your thing but guys coming untouched is just so… *dreamy sigh*#ask #bmw!anon #long post #I LOVED THIS SO FUCKING MUCH YOUR WRITING IS INCREDIBLE. HAVE YOU CONSIDERED WRITING ON HERE? YOU’RE AMAZING

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cascaria · 9 months

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@alicearmageddon 15 question tagged me and im bored so whagever why not teehee teehee

Named after anyone? not a person, but there's this manga (and anime but I've only seen a few eps of that so far) called Aria that heavily influenced certain parts of my personality and embodies the worldview and outlook I want to have so when i was name shopping and saw Aria was a name ppl had it felt like fate. plus I just like the name a lot i think its pretty.

Have any kids? god no god no god no god no god no god no god no god no god no god no god no god no god no god no god no god no god no god no god no god no god no god no god no god no god no god no god no god no god no god no god no god no god no god no

Use sarcasm a lot? kinda. usually as like part of a joke or something like that. i usually try and make it as obvious as possible when i am being sarcastic but sometimes people just don't catch on so maybe i should do it less idk.

Last time cried? if u count just tearing up and not like full on sobbing, yesterday. I was re-watching season 3 of the monument mythos and the ending gets to me. probably sounds very strange to be crying at the end of a season of a yt horror series but trust me it a heart string puller ok im normal ok shut uppppp

First thing about others noticed? uhhh idk probably the face? i dont meet new people often and im not as observant as id like to be.

Eye color? like a grayish blue or a blueish gray ig

Sport you play or have played? i dont sport. if its just a group im in hanging out and playing something casually im down but im woefully uncompetetive and unathletic so sports have always held zero appeal to me

Any special talents? ehh not really. my abilities at anything never really go beyond Adequate if that. i can do that thing where you roll the sides of your tongue up and make it a tube if that counts.

Where were you born? nice try

Scary movies or happy ending? happy ending ez. i like scary movies but i have to be in the right mood and I almost exclusively watch them in october.

Any pets? no but i want a cat so so so so so so so so so bad

How tall? i forgor. somewhere around 5'6" or so

Favorite school subject? im literally a drop out. i loved "science" as a kid when it was just learning fun facts about animals tho.

Hobbies? the usual media experiencing stuff (movies, tv shows, video games, music etc.) writing, playing guitar, cooking, used to love biking but i can't really anymore :(, recently i've gotten into the homemade desert realm and plan on goin gaga with that, uhh painting and coloring kinda

Dream job? housewife. i wasn't built for breadwinnin

I wont pass it on cause i dont feel like it but thx for the tag ig teeheehee

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queenofdenest · 2 years

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Title: tale as old as time Fandom: Hetalia Warnings: no archive warnings apply Relationship: nyo!denest Characters: hws nyo!den, hws nyo!est Tags: ouat fusion au, beauty and the beast elements, flirting AO3: will be updated when i post it

Summary: eha makes a choice and dark one else struggles with believing so.

A/N: Okay, you don't need to know anything really about Once Upon a Time to read this, and honestly I have no clue how to explain it. It was a tv show from abc family in like 2011 and I only really watched about 3 full seasons of it because I started to hate the plot lines and characterization they were doing. Overall though I did adore the Rumb.elle pairing (for like the first 3 seasons -- eh make that 2 1/2) and have really heavily pulled on those early episodes of it for this fic. (The episode Skin Deep in particular).

Anyway I was always planning on making a OUAT Fusion AU for Hetalia but every time I sat down to really plot it out, I hated everything I was doing so immediately scrapped it. This is a small piece of it though spurred on by me A) reading Once fics, B) re-falling in love with it. I don't think I'll ever actually write a full version of it but this fun little bit is good enough for me.

Also, sorry for being for so long, life has literally been kicking my ass far beyond what I could handle. But I really wanted to trying writing some things for both fic + whumptober and so here's the first of what I was able to do. Beta'd by TinyTeddy878, as always, and is for the Fictober 2022 prompt: #1: "I choose you."

“You’re an idiot,” Eha said, with absolutely no fire behind it. The other placed her basket of straw on the long table and moved forwards, the pretty blue cloak that Else had made her fluttering behind her with every step she made.

For a moment, Else’s heart paused – she wasn’t sure what to say to that, even as her curse raged at her to force the other away. She’s a danger! The voices screamed, and they weren’t wrong. It was Else’s growing affection for the former that was threatening all her plans; all her hopes to get back to her family were slowly fading into just being happy with the other woman.

Still…

“Shouldn’t you know better than to insult the Dark One?” She laughed lightly, her voice pitching high as she made to stand.

Eha’s face brightened red, the flush of embarrassment a clashing color to the other’s fair skin and blue colored clothing. “Maybe I wouldn’t insult the Dark One if the Dark One wasn’t being ridiculous,” she replied as she came to a stop in front of her. Her eyes softened, “Maybe if the Dark One would recognize what was in front of her-”

“A trifling little maid?” Else teased, lips quirking as she made no attempt to dance away as she was normally wont to do. “You do know I see the future, right, dear?”

“Then why can’t you see that I’m with you forever and open up?”

It was said with such honesty that the voices quieted for a second and Else swallowed around the lump in her throat. “No one is forever,” she answered after a second, “No one!”

“Our deal was you save my family and my people from the ogres and I come away with you forever,” Eha said, her hands reached out to grab Else’s softly. “You upheld your part, let me uphold my part.”

“No one stays forever, dear,” she repeated, her voice growing sharper as she did so. The voices of the curse echoed her words around her brain, reminding her of all the times that she had been left behind – reminding her why she had taken the curse on in the first place. The gentle touch burned, and she yanked her hands away, ignoring the way the other flinched slightly. “You’re a fool if you think you’ll stay around me forever – no one stays around monsters forever!”

“You’re not a monster!” Eha shouted, lips pursing, “Stop calling yourself such rude words, you’re-”

“Not a human.” Else moved, bowing once far enough away, “Definitely not a soft, pretty little woman like yourself.” She twirled, a dress forming on her body as she did so. Giggling, she attempted a curtsy. The unfamiliar movements were rough, causing her to trip over her own feet and tumble downwards, a laugh on her lips as she made contact with the floor. If she were human, it would’ve hurt, as she wasn’t, the pain was dusted away before she could even process it.

“Else.” Her name on Eha’s lips was heavenly and for a second, as the other knelt down beside her, the skirt of her dress flaring out exactly as one would expect, she looked every bit the image of a princess. Oh, Else knew that Eha wasn’t one, but the sight of it brought forth an image from one of her visions, one that she quickly batted away.

“I’m fine dear, worry not for this old crone,” she said, waving her hands in hopes of shooing the other away. It wasn’t that easy though.

“I choose you,” Eha said softly, her voice barely a whisper in the large hall. Soft blue eyes stared at her, “I really do – I chose to go with you and I choose to stay, nothing you do can get rid of me.”

Oh, the curse doubted that – murder her darling family in front of her, it whispered seductively, break her spirit – but with the determination in those darling eyes shining so brightly, Else wanted to lean in and choose her too. “You’re a foolish girl,” Else said instead. “Positively foolish.”

Eha brightened. It truly was a wonderful sight. “All the best stories start with a foolish girl,” she said, as she made to stand and reached out a hand for Else. “They all have a foolish girl, a stubborn love interest, and a quest.”

“Do you believe you’re in a story?” Else asked as she stood. She knew the other placed a lot of value on books – the two libraries she had all but taken over (been given) spoke of it – but she had never really heard the other talk so fanciful. It was something that had drawn Eha to Else, that clear levelheadedness the other showed when listing to her family why they had needed the Dark One’s help.

“No.” Eha shook her head, smiling as she moved to get the straw off the table, “But my sister – the one who glared at you when you came to our home – she used to tell me stories before bed when I was a child. They were about doing the brave thing, the right thing, and well-” she paused here, dipping her eyes. After a second, she looked back up, mischief in blue eyes, “How about another deal?”

“And what do you have to offer me?” Else was intrigued – would she use this to try to gain an upper hand, or would she use this deal for frivolous wishes? “And what do you want in return?”

“Nothing big,” Eha replied as she stopped in front of the spinning wheel, the basket slowing dropping to the ground with a decided thump. “I’ll tell you the rest of this story and you – you tell me about the belongings I found earlier this week; the ones I know you sent me away for.”

The room seemed to freeze with her words. Else stared, unsure of what else to do. She wasn’t wrong, though perhaps Else was hoping that the girl wouldn’t have put two and two together and figured out that those things – her long-lost family’s things, now well hidden so that the girl would never ever find them again – were the cause of her attempted banishment.

“Ah,” she said after finding her voice.

“You don’t have to,” Eha said, hesitance in her words. She seemed to pause in her movements before deciding to come closer, laying a hand on Else’s arm. “I’m not going to force you to share something you don’t want to, but I – I just figured… Well, they hurt you, and my father used to tell me that talking about your pain helps.”

“Wise man, your father.” It was said so softly that she doubted Eha could’ve heard her, but the smile that she got in return told her something else. Her curse was oddly silent as she debated with herself on if she should take the deal or if she should just wave her hand and deposit the maid elsewhere in the castle, then again, it seemed to always been oddly silent whenever she thought for too long about her family.

“Else?” Apparently, she was silent for too long. The worry was evident in Eha’s voice. Blue eyes looked up at her in concern.

“Two stories from you, my darling, and we’ll have a deal.”

A/N: There's no real addition information necessary but if you want, likes and reblogs always bring me joy! :)

#aph estonia #aph denmark #hetalia #nyotalia #denest #iii. story;; mine #iii. story;; one shot #iii. story;; complete #ii. character;; aph estonia #ii. character;; aph denmark #v. pairing;; denest

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voxartemis · 1 year

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I posted 2,523 times in 2022

That's 1,017 more posts than 2021!

17 posts created (1%)

2,506 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 422 of my posts in 2022

#spoilers - 42 posts

#writing - 18 posts

#critical role - 15 posts

#the locked tomb - 13 posts

#critical role spoilers - 12 posts

#dracula daily - 10 posts

#moon knight spoilers - 8 posts

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Longest Tag: 140 characters

#they’re all over instagram and my mom always send them to me like wow this place is amazing and i’m always like mom ��that is not a real plac

My Top Posts in 2022:

The great thing about the legends of vox machina series is while the story will be the same it wont be verbatim the live stream. Like how when you finish a book series that’s it, there’s never a new scene with those characters, you never learn anything new about them, theres nothing new to experience with them. But this will be like we get to see our fav characters again in a brand new story but also we know how the story will go.

Or I guess it’s like a book to tv series adaptation if the book was written by multiple authors who are also playing the characters in the tv series.

What I’m saying is I’m VERY excited

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Me, reading the new Dracula daily for may 16th: oh my god, tumblr is gonna have a field day with this

46 notes - Posted May 16, 2022

Kudos to Brennans acting cause in the second episode when they visit the oracles and Zerxus has that conversation with Asmodeus and Z says “promise you won’t forget me” and Asmodeus responds “oh, I won’t forget you”. Brennan had just enough of an edge in his tone I had a red flag pop up like, wait was that a threat..? But then he played Asmodeus as going back to soft and gentle and in awe of Zerxus. Lulled us right back to where he wanted us.

He really had me thinking this betrayer god might be misunderstood but he left a nice bit of foreshadowing to lead right up to that reveal with the line “and I did nothing wrong” *chefs kiss*

107 notes - Posted July 7, 2022

I cannot get the “if you look down and see the stars, what will you see if you look up” line out of my head. What a beautifully terrifying, dream-horror moment. Just *chefs kiss* I aspire to be able to write something so perfect, so on theme, and the TIMING followed by “you see the ground. And it is fast approaching” just chills, bravo

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My #1 post of 2022

I’ve realized what it is about Brennan Lee Mulligans DMing style that I like so much. Its the way he handles exposition. He is a master at showing, not telling and he does that with all his lore drop exposition moments. Best example so far is…

Spoilers for EXU Calamity Ep 2 here

When Xerxus gets that nat 20 religion check on Vespins body. Brennan could have just said “you realize he’s a cleric of a betrayer god and he was used to death by that god”. Nice, to the point exposition.

No, instead he tells a story, first setting down the logic behind a cleric slowly gaining more power, and that it would be bad if a god gave a cleric too much at once. Then he describes the logic behind the betrayer gods choices, that the betrayer god might not care about their followers so much. And that allows his players to add those two things together to realize and really understand exactly what happened to Vespin to be in the state he is.

Its just perfectly done! What an amazing story teller he is to be able to provide a lore drop with so much emotion behind it. And to provide his players that experience of dawning realization and horror that your character, if they were a real person, would experience on having that same epiphany.

How does he do that? Is that all off the cuff, improv? Does he write or at least plan some of this stuff out beforehand? How do I do that, cause man oh man I want to do that. That’s so much fun as a DM and as a player.

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fatummortem · 1 year

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What is your literary archetype?

Stolen From: @queryxecho Tagging: If ya like to do it do it just tag me so i can take a gander c:

the siren.

this archetype is one of the most misunderstood and misrepresented in my opinion, which i assume fits with you nicely. people see you as some cold and awful person, seducing others only to discard them when you get bored. in reality, you probably didn’t have a lot of control over your life before, did you? this is the same case as the ruler, both lacking in power and autonomy. the difference between you and the ruler, however, is that you only care about reclaiming that power for yourself. you also seek the feeling of being wanted, truly and wholly, and this quest seems never ending. try your best to avoid putting yourself into horrible situations just for a brief moment of respite from the loneliness.

the rebel.

you were probably made painfully aware of the reality of the world at an early age. this might have left you a bit jaded, but it mostly has made you angry. why do things have to be this way? is there really no way to change things, or are people just afraid to do so? you’re very stubborn and determined, sometimes too stubborn for your own good. don’t forget that your way isn’t the only way, be open to discussion. your heart’s in the right place though, and i admire your spirit. the world always needs more people like you, that’s how the course of history keeps on rolling. remember, even small changes can do so much for the lives of others.

the ruler.

you probably grew up in an environment where everything was policed, you had almost no control over your own life. now, you need to be in constant control, lest those feelings of helplessness return. however, the ruler is the most easily corrupted of the archetypes, remember that. you might find yourself not only wanting control over your own life, but the lives of others. that in itself is not a bad thing, so long as you’re benevolent and kind, but it’s easy to be tipped a bit too far into your desires. in the same vein, don’t shoulder all of your responsibility alone. while it is ultimately their decision to make, a ruler also has a circle of advisors around them.

the caregiver.

you've spent so long taking care of others, you don't know what to do with yourself if you aren't. you probably suck at taking care of yourself though, maybe you feel like you aren't worthy or deserving. but deep down, i know you wish to be cared for too. you want someone to show you that you are worth even just half the effort you put into caring for other people. dont neglect yourself.

the orphan.

you've been hurt a lot before, haven't you? you feel like you don't belong where you are, no matter how hard you try. you crave human connection, to find people that feel ostracized the way you do. i hope you'll find that soon.

the creator.

you're scared that you'll die and your entire life will just disappear into the void of history. you want to leave your mark, even if it's just a small sign that you were here. that you were alive. oh but you probably want it to be original to you, you're not interested in what has already been done. you want to create something new, and you wont truly rest until it comes to fruition.

the innocent.

this doesn't necessarily mean you're childish or naive! i think you're more of a hopeful person, maybe even a bit of an idealist. you might be the one who always looks for a silver lining, or tries their best to comfort and cheer other people up when they feel like shit. dont get stuck in a happy personality though, you're allowed to feel other things besides constant cheerfulness.

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Hello! I saw request were open so i was wondering if i could request some headcanons of the Archons and/or the Adepti meeting a God reader who is the God of Chaos and destruction. The reader is not a Archon tho and travels all over Teyvat cuz small bits of destruction were ever they go. They're pretty mischievous and somewhat smug but despite how they act they're actually a good person. They dont mean to cause problems(most of the time anyways) chaos follows them were ever they go. Idk if you have a character limit but if you do please tell me so i wont make a mistake again. And if there is you can just do Zhongli and Xiao. Optionally could you make them a dendro user, there not a lot of dendro content and if not thats fine. I understand. Could you make the reader Gn or Non-binary they/them pronouns please? If not male reader is totally fine. Im so sorry for the long post and I hope you have a good day/night!

Ohmy, it’s my first time just writing headcanons! I’m use to write a lot, so let’s hope I did it right (^ ^' )7

Thanks for the request! ✨

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[HC] God of Chaos! Reader and the Archons + Xiao

Characters: Zhongli, Xiao, Venti, Shogun Raiden (Ei).

Gn! Reader

I tried doing it with everyone but I’m no still that confident to try writing with some characters ＿|￣|○

Sorry for any mistakes!

Request are open!

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Second part ->

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VENTI

To be honest, he didn't notice your presence at first. He had other concerns on his mind that day to perceive the chaotic (and slightly threatening) aura that Mondstadt was infected with that day.

Barbatos is a person of habit, so he couldn't help but be curious when the crowd in front of him began to look a little agitated instead of seeming to enjoy his lyre and his songs.

But then a series of domino events appeared in front of his very eyes.

The purity of the chaos was such that he felt overwhelmed, even without the white-haired boy around, if it wasn’t Bennett fault, then how was it possible for everything to be ruined in such a short time?

His patience ended when, out of nowhere, the strings of his lyre jumped close to his face as they snapped. Making that awful noise that couldn’t mean nothing good.

Okay, enough, who is messing around in here? No more joking in his nation!

He concentrated a little, a faint but unique presence kept his nerves on edge, as if he was being watched from afar. He moved away from the busy areas and then chased that ephemeral energy to the highest point of the church, where the bells were ringing in an irregular and stressful way.

Then he found you. Snoozing against one of the columns, somewhat tired because the trip you made to reach Mondstadt.

Surprisingly, Barbatos understood you since the first exchange of words. A god of chaos who was also a free spirit, you followed no rules ever written in Teyvat, and you had no plans to apologize for the mess you made.

Both of you were Zhongli’s worst nightmare, but that’s another story.

He managed to through your arrogance and your teasing nature that you, in fact, were a lonely spirit that liked to witness the life from above of everyone.

The difference between teasing someone accidentally and committing a crime was really visible, but he still couldn't help but feel like he should scold you after your mere presence messed up with the guild's baskets full of fish.

But hey! He also enjoy the company! Venti tried to teach you how to enjoy the calm and the whisper of wind, music can also contain chaos, feelings, old stories waiting to be told again, expressions and desire united, in a wonderful piece of-

As you yawned his lyre broke up again. Making clear the message.

Okay, not even God of Freedom and Wind can control chaos. Anyways, what a tragedy, but there’s nothing a simple bard can do, smh.

“Do you like kids, don’t you?” He said once, after a nice day of hearing him sing before your chaos reached his little concert. Again watching everyone from above on the hands of the statue, with your attention caught by some kids playing tag.

“… I don’t know what do you mean.” Once discovered you had no choice but to remain defensive, pretending to be disinterested.

“Heh, you aren’t a good liar.” It may not be the wisest thing to make fun of someone who could destroy the place where you were resting, but Venti was confident that he knew you well enough to know that you were not so explosive. “You know!, I just have some pieces, but I think it’s because they are little walking concentrations of pure and innocent chaos, am I wrong?”

He wasn’t, no at all. But you would never confess something that embarrassing.

This guy wrote a ballad about the days when Mondstadt got immerse with that strike of bad luck. Kind of an apology of not being able to handle the situation.

Now there’s the rumor that says that, every time somebody sings that song, something unlucky will happen in front of you.

The song is cursed.

One night when the moon was shining on the Cider Lake his well tuned ears distinguished a melody that was broken from time to time by the accidents of his performer, distracting him of his way to look for you.

It could be painful to listen to, but Venti could certainly feel the dedication of the one who was playing the imperfect song.

The ballad of the god of chaos, hummed like a lullaby that instead of making you sleep makes you question the events of the day. Wishing for the slightest thing to be different after an exhaustive week of peace and tranquility.

A lonely spirits cursing their existence, sitting in the highest point of a stranger’s palace, where you can reach the sky by only rising your hand.

The next day, Barbatos invited you to drink some wine, this time near Windrise to avoid accidents in the city.

As he almost dropped the bottle when a lot of slimes were attracted by your presence, he confirmed the theory about that the way to spend time with you would not be his personal definition of hanging out.

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ZHONGLI

Okay, there’s only two scenarios that could happened when you set a foot in Liyue.

Old man has a soft spot for you for being a relative young deity.

Or he’s always lecturing you for not having control of your aura and powers.

How u dare bringing chaos to the nation of order? It’s that a death wish?

Jokes aside, you’re not really a threat. And he could sense that after he saw how you tried to avoid having direct contact with the city. Rex Lapis found your silhouette jumping and crossing through the mountains until reaching the fairest point that allowed you to enjoy the view of the streets that were filled with life and light as the sunsets.

He even noticed how you sighed in frustration when a storm started out of nowhere. A rain dedicated just for the arriving of the God of Chaos. Not even bothering of getting shield, you stayed in your place to look at all the people who were getting back to their places.

The rain seemed to stop over your head, for a second was enough to stop you from being cruelly swamped by the very weather you had created. An elegant umbrella covered you, the long awaited surprise you expected from someone as outdated as Morax.

You looked up, and found his expression calm and attentive, watching you. As if he had made a great discovery that he could not believe

“May I have a moment of your time to keep you company? Letting out your sorrows in the middle of a torrential storm is not what I would recommend as way to spend a good day.”

“… What are you talking about? Get in your own business, old man.”

“Well, you should know that a sorrow shared is a sorrow halved.”

Next time you knew was that he was helping you to dry your hair with a towel once you let him guide you to his place.

Zhongli picked you up like a abandoned cat that day. Even if having you near meant to deal with new the roof leaks.

Also kept you away from Hu Tao, if you two ever get along for being partners in crime he would seal himself underground-

For all the time you spend exploring Liyue, there he was. Like a little kid showing his treasures. But also like a worried father looking after his child for them not to stumble making their first steps.

Look at you! Almost crushing those Treasure Hoarders when a bunch of rocks fell down after you jumped at the edge of the cliff.

Wait, no- come back here! You should verify the surroundings and be aware of the weight of your power if you’re going to explore in that bold way. You, chaotic brat.

Another one who believed fervently that your mood was to blame for the constant chaos you caused. He also tried to show you the wonders of peace and calm, teaching you how to prepare tea while listening to the storyteller (also both being a little far away from the rest of them, just in case).

He couldn’t help but sigh when the teapot arm broke as soon as you tried to serve the tea. What a waste, he thought.

You apologized to him, kind of stressed with yourself after you took all the pieces with your bare hands to run away with them. Leaving a confused Zhongli behind.

Next day you were back, with the teapot repaired and just like new.

He let out a lot of thankful words, some flattering and a lot more cheesy things that you never had received before.

With that unexpected affection you couldn’t help but react flustered; then a cat that was chasing a bird jumped through a lot of decorations and merchandise, almost starting a fire as the chained events kept going.

Yeah,, uh, Zhongli got some useful mental notes about you and your chaos that day.

Hey, before you go, want to make a contract? You won’t regret it!

But as the wandering spirit you were you had no problems in reject his offer, but also promising that you would visit Liyue if he wanted you to.

Of course he wanted! But.. maybe next time you should stay in Huaguang Stone Forest instead of roaming near the city,,

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XIAO

Tried to kill you.

I mean, your aura is threatening and full of a destructive energy, how is possible that you weren’t a demon to eradicate??

Sorry, but he had a point.

Your first met was on your way to reach Huaguang Stone Forest along with Zhongli for introduce you with the Adeptus.

Xiao, in the other side, thought that you were about to attack Morax from behind, so he just struck against you. With his polearm near to go through your chest, just stopped because you felt him before.

Lifting your hand at his direction, summoning chaos, this time, on purpose. The wind gained a wrathful nature and the biggest roots that were hiding under his feet rose to caught him.

And when you were about to hit each other Zhongli’s shield appeared just in time to separate both of you. Preventing a real catastrophic event.

Now stop fighting and introduce to each other.

Nice(n’t) to meet u.

What if you tried to awake Azhdaha to bring chaos and destruction to Liyue? What if you wanted to summoned Osial? What if… ?

Zhongli had to confirm and promise to him that those cruel possibilities won’t be a near future for respecting the real reason of your travel.

No matter if he wasn’t comfortable with your presence, it wasn’t his decision to allow you to roam freely, so he had to get use to it.

He immediately knew after hearing about your nature that was your fault that lately there were a lot more demons and monsters. Even his karma was getting more painful than usual.

(If you ever meet Hu Tao, please think twice before doing Xiao a prank)

You both didn’t interact a lot, and being honest, it was better that way.

He hadn’t a single intention of talking with you again until the day you were practicing the song that your Anemo friend taught you. By the other hand, Xiao noticed that the melody had the same nature as the one he once heard before being consumed by the karma.

It wasn’t a flute, but a worn lyre that was still in one piece after weeks of being repaired again and again.

“That song… ”

“Do you know it?” Xiao just nodded, staying in silence, being your very first audience even if you still have a lot to learn about playing a lyre.

It wasn’t as effective as the original, but was still… nice, kind of nostalgic.

Next morning, the Yaksha called for you. Made you stay still in the middle of a plain and then he disappeared of your sight.

He abandoned y- wait, what’s that? Why those monsters has that weird dark aura?

You were about to defend yourself until Xiao appeared back just in time to defeat them.

That day you became his personal bait for demons and monsters. Naturally you attracted chaos, so anyway you were, there will be also something to fight.

I guess this is your way to pay for all the troubles you made for him and his duty, so no complaining about it.

If you ask for a unexpected experience to Ganyu she would said that once she found both of you fighting along against the catastrophe, looking after each other’s back and almost having a perfect synchrony.

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SHOGUN RAIDEN; EI

Also tried to kill you.

Well, the puppet tried to.

And then Ei tried when you had the opportunity of facing her.

But since killing a god just mean the releasing of a lot, pure, energy she couldn’t afford that risk, much less considering your “speciality”.

Who knows what would happen to Inazuma if your vital energy burst across the nation. Just like that old story about Sal Terrae and their goddess.

She just defeated you. Letting you rest and recovering in the midst of the plane of her reality within her mind. Your inert body in the middle of the battlefield as she kept meditating.

When you woke up she ignored your presence, but also denying your complaints about letting you go out back.

In her words, you were a burden, another enemy of eternity. Something as unpredictable as you and your “accidents” couldn’t get along with her utopia.

Ei could banish you from Inazuma, but she knows your type. Stubborn and not accepting the most simple orders to obey.

She knew that you would found a way to be back.

It’s better like this.

And in the hypothetical case of you being freed when she trapped the traveler (kicking you out) and then having a chance to see her again after the end of the war, then things would be somewhat different.

There’s not that much of civilization on some islands, so she allowed you to explore as much as your heart wanted. But if something serious happen, she promised that would end her work in the middle of the sea so your remains never be found.

Okay, message clear. Just do chaos near monsters and bandits, got it,,

Even if she wanted to spend some time with you and telling you some stories about Inazuma and other gods she couldn’t found the right time to call you at her presence.

As the current ruler of Inazuma she was busier than the rest of Archons you have meet. Maybe just some letters now and then like a way to keep a logbook, but not really a face to face talk.

Until she got the opportunity of a day off, just to found you messing around near some ruins. Trying to solve a puzzle before your speciality strikes in. The structure fell down after your fingertips reached the stone.

When the dust dissipated, you discovered her figure judging you from the other side of the remain ruins.

Give her a good reason for not errase you from the map, I dare u.

You felt the worst was about to come when Ei ordered you to follow her after a long sigh. Crossing her arms and starting to walk away from the bunch of old and worn rock.

Plot Twist, she actually invited you to rest under a tree, asking in her serene voice the reason for your journey and your origin. In such a direct way that it seemed more like a sentence than a talk to get to know each other better.

You answered what you could remember and then the silence stayed like the only way of interaction between you two.

Ohno, you know this pattern. Something’s about to happen-

“There is some strange beauty in the chaos, it may be the calm after the storm, but the catastrophe itself is seen as a necessary evil to appreciate the stillness. How much it would last until the lighting hit the valley?”

“So I arrived to keep order between the humans?”

Well yes, but actually no.

“… You see, if there is nothing but order and a lack of problems, mortals are likely to create them on their own. Their minds feels the need to be tested, to prove their worth, so I guess some of your chaos may be part of the history.”

“… then shall we take a walk in Inazuma?” You did not know if you were right, but you thought you saw a faint smile through his lips in the same way that lightning can be seen in the sky.

“I’ll allow it.” She said.

Her only condition was for you not to approach the huge boxes of fireworks down the street.

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