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of-comfort-and-love · 2 years

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A Gift From The Ocean

It feels good to be writing again~ Especially for MerMay- the last time I wrote for Mermay was back in like what, a year ago? And that was back when I had my multifandom OC. I don't use her anymore though...

This is based on the "Unlimited Glory" photoshoot from Shining Live. Comments/Reblogs are always welcome!

EDIT 06/01: As of now, I'm aware that May has passed. But, that's not gonna stop me from finishing this!!! >:)

Word Count: 1,662

CW: Injury mention, mild violence mention

Tag List: @topstarodeo @rose-wine-selfships @syos-princess @ofieugogyshz @bard-and-the-barbarian @bipocselfship-archive @vaporvvave (If you want your name added/removed, then please let me know.)

Quartermaster Tomochika couldn't enjoy her breakfast over the loud commotion going on the deck. She could hardly taste the blend of cinnamon and sugar in her porridge without the sounds of "Ooohs!", "Aaaahs!", and "Whooass!" blaring in her ear.

Sighing in annoyance, she swallowed the remainder of her breakfast and climbed upstairs. Cecil, the head chef, couldn't help but follow after her, also wondering what all of the fuss was about.

"Hehe, I wonder what's the commotions about this time.", he nervously chuckled, trying to avoid the stern aura blazing in the redhead's eyes.

"Honestly, the Crystal Dawn mates need to stop getting so excited over such trivial nonsense.", Tomochika scoffed, tucking her luscious ruby locks behind her ear.

Her heeled boots clicked loudly against the hardwood floor as she reached the deck. The sound of her footsteps was somehow able to quiet down the crowded of excited mates; the group nervously turned around to face the strict quartermaster.

"Q-Quartermaster, come take a look at what the fishermen caught in the net. It's incredible…", the kind-hearted doctor Natsuki gazed at the woman with a misty, almost dream-like gleam in his eyes.

Tomochika made her way through the crowd to investigate the situation with a sigh.

"Natsuki," she sighed, "this better be important, or the captain will be upset that you all are…"

Tomochika quickly froze in place, staring in awe at the surprise found in the fishermen's net.

Thought of something only from books and urban legends, the Crystal Dawn crew were left dazzled at the sight of a real mermaid right before their eyes.

She was of a dark complexion, small shells and beads woven into her dark brown braids. The noticeable fins on the side of her head matched the ones adorned on her sparkling amethyst-colored tail. It shone many brilliant colors as she laid down on the deck, soaking in the morning sun's rays.

The mermaid usually would've enjoyed a relaxing sunbathing. However, being in this new environment made her feel uneasy, and she wished for nothing to be back home.

"Do you know much money would we get off of her? Let's head for shore and then put 'er up for auction!", a rigger shouted, money signs practically bursting out of his eyes.

"Now why would you do that to such a lovely maiden such as her?", the suave gunner Ren commented, delicately grabbing onto the mermaid's hand through the net before raising it to his lips.

She quickly recoiled it away and hissed at the redhead before he had a chance to kiss it.

"Pfft, don't ya idiots know that mermaids are a bad omen? All the legends say they'll curse everyone on board if you hoist one up out of the ocean. One quick stab in the brain should do away with her before things get out of control.", the silver-haired first mate Ranmaru scoffed before drawing his sword from his scabbard.

"Yeah, and then Cecil 'ere can prepare our dinner!", another mate cheered gleefully, making Ranmaru grunt in disgust.

"Non, non, non! That's horrible!", Cecil replied, "I would never do such a thing to an innocent creature. Besides, mermaids are poisonous and I don't like fish anyway!"

Tomochika held her head in disgust as the crew argued about their latest discovery. She opened her mouth to holler at them before a delicate hand rested on her shoulder.

It was none other than the shy yet gentle musician Haruka, her dearest friend. If there was anyone that could put a smile back on the quartermaster's face, it was her.

Timidly tucking a strand of coral hair behind her ear, Haruka whispered, "Tomo-chan, I think it would be best if we let her go. She's scared and I don't think the Captain would be pleased about having a mermaid on board. Especially if they really are cursed."

Before Tomochika could share her input, a wave of intensity and fear suddenly fell over the crew.

"What is going on here?!", a new voice hollered, the ship immediately going silent.

The crew quickly parted in two, all eyes darting at the terrifying man approaching them. Dressed in a flowing coat and a dark hat, Captain Tokiya knew how to make an entrance.

"Captain," Tomochika bravely stepped forward, trying her best not to cower under the eerie man's cold stare. "I'm afraid we have an…uninvited guest onboard. For our safety, I think it would be best if we set her free, don't you agree?"

As the quartermaster quickly moved out of his way, Tokiya was able to get a clearer view of the "uninvited guest". The mermaid felt a lump in her throat as he stepped closer, drawing his sword in the process.

The crew gasped, unaware of the Captain's true intentions. They felt relief as they soon realized that he was going to free from her makeshift prison.

"You've done well, crew. Never in my days did I expect you to get your hand on one of them.", Tokiya finally spoke, putting his weapon away and folding his arms over his chest, surprisingly impressed with this new finding.

"I-I don't understand, Captain.", Tomochika stammered, not entirely understanding what he meant.

Tokiya pulled a rolled-up paper out of his pocket before kneeling down to properly face the mermaid. She anxiously tried to avoid his gaze, but his handsome features made it impossible.

"Now, my dear. What do you know about the treasure of Muse's Island?", he quietly whispered, the mention of the location's name making her slightly gasp. The Captain then unrolled the tainted paper, revealing it to be half of an old map.

The mermaid refused to respond, timidly playing with her fingers while questions formed consciously.

"Don't you play dumb with me. I know all about your kind; you can communicate with humans. You will answer my question, or I'll have to show you what happens when one disobeys the Captain.", Tokiya snarled, forcing the mermaid to make eye contact with him.

Why does he want the treasure? What does he plan to do with it? Does he know about our connection to it? Of course, he would- that's why he's asking me about it. But, I can't trust these no good people. I need to get out of here before-

An unexpected hand grazing her chin dragged her out of her train of thought.

Disgusted with the man's assertiveness, the mermaid struck him with her sharp claws, scratches dashed across his face.

Hollers and swears erupted amongst the crew at what she had done to their beloved yet feared Captain.

"How dare you strike at him?!", Tomochika spat, her complexion matching her fiery hair.

"I'll be damn sure to make you pay for that." Ranmaru coldly stared down at the panting mermaid, forcibly gripping his sword's handle.

"Captain, let me tend to your wounds. Oh dear, looks like some deep ones; I'll have to stop the bleeding before it gets infected.", Natsuki raced over to Tokiya, quickly getting his equipment out from his kit.

But before he could apply pressure to the injuries, Natsuki stopped himself at the sudden chuckling slipping from the Captain's lips.

He slowly rose up and continued his odd barrage of laughter before finally calming down.

"C-Captain, what's gotten into you?", Natsuki asked cautiously, growing even more concerned for his boss.

Tokiya cleared his throat before he proudly addressed his crew.

"Ears open, Crystal Dawn. Our "guest" shall remain here until further notice from this moment forward. So, there will be no eating, overthrowing, auctioning, or whatever nonsense you have dancing in your little heads. If anyone of you even dares lay a finger on her, you'll answer to me and my blade. Is that clear?!"

The members didn't dare to retaliate; they quickly agreed with the Captain's statement before giving commands.

Tokiya first demanded that the builders build a water tank and place it in the brig. That would be the mermaid's place of confinement for now. Later, he informed the cartographer to create a rough draft until he got further information about Muse's Island.

After giving out orders, everyone onboard went about their days. The Captain turned his attention towards the mermaid, her attention shifting between his hard stare and the still bloody marks on his face.

"Now, you listen to me", his hot breath suddenly over her nose. "Consider yourself grateful that I didn't kill you in front of my mates for attacking me. You are a vital piece to this puzzle I'm trying to solve, and I won't let anyone stop me from getting what I need."

The mermaid scoffed, rolling her eyes in annoyance only to cower like a nervous puppy when he inched his face closer to hers.

"I have ways of making you talk, so you'll do as you're told like a good girl, or you'll be hearing from me. Trust that you wouldn't like to see what happens when you make the Captain of the Crystal Dawn angry. I expect that you'll be on your best behavior for me. hmm?"

"Y-yes…"

Tokiya backed away at the meek voice that sounded from the mermaid, visibly flustered. He wasn't expecting her to respond, but he quickly laughed it off.

"Excellent, that's what I like to hear. It pleases me when people do what they're told. Perhaps you'll be of good use to us once our mission is over. I'm looking forward to spending more time with you, my dear."

The mermaid suddenly gasped as the Captain hoisted her up in his strong arms. No matter how much she protested, he refused to let her go.

"Now how about you & I discuss the details in my office? Can't have any prying eyes or ears get involved in our conversation.", Tokiya seductively whispered in her ear.

Who knows what could be expected from the crew of the Crystal Dawn? Looks like the newest member will have to brace for the worst for this new adventure upon the sea.

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lifewiththelulus · 7 months

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This is how I imagine that conversation starts XD

Kindlin stopping by the flower shop to ask plume a bunch of questions randomly XD She gonna do her research "What do you like to eat? Do you need constant heat like fire? What can make you sick?" She hopes what she's doing isn't super obvious but she doesn't know who else to ask questions lol

He's more than happy to help if not slightly exasperated with her attempts to seem casual. He's more than aware of how unlikely it was he even exists so he wants the best for them too. He likes drawing with charcoal but it doubles as a snack. A new meaning to chewing on your pencil. There's some questions he has to brave hearing his parents embarrassing stories to answer. It's not that they weren't friends before but she knows significantly less about him than Hazel and Mimi so all of a sudden her trying to get his help is like "well if it isn't my favorite element who is always so helpful to his friends what's up bro"

Lmao yeah XD Shes like "heyyyyy what's up buddy, one of my favorite florists! How ya dooiiin?"

i can imagine how elated flint and misty are to see another pair like them flourishing

Lol I can only imagine her face when she realizes they know what she's up to

Misty gives kindlin a personal line on one of their business cards. "Please call us if you need anything" wink

She's just bows her head in embarrassment and nods, though she's happy to have someone with some sort of guidance in this area. How'd they meet tho Did plume tell them about the fire girl bothering him with weird questions? Lol

Well once plume started going to them about the questions he couldn't answer they were more than a little curious why

Cirrus would go to Flint to ask for advice on how to be ready once her wife is pregnant.

"heh there's never really a playbook for elements like us who are crazy enough to break the barrier. Much as we've tried. For us we'd ended up believing it would never happen so when it did I can tell you I nearly had a flare up. Feels like a rollercoaster but what I can tell you is to trust your instincts and never doubt each other. Oh and get plastic covers for literally everything you own you'll have soot everywhere in no time flat ha".

Cirrus: Oh… well thank you, sir, I'm happy that you could share that with me but when I said "If she does get pregnant what should I do." I meant more in the sense of how to make Kindlin comfortable, like should I expect cravings, will she need help getting up? ^^; She feels so bad for ruining that moment after he shared something so personal XD

He might put on a lot of bravado but he's very easy to fluster. " ah well you'll have to forgive this old man and his waxing poetic. I'm not quite sure how it'll translate after all I didn't actually have the baby thank the blue flame" practically slaps his knee at his own jokes. "But Misty I recall could hardly eat anything she used too. She started wanting the stuff I had imported from home. Maybe plume just wanted something more fire, who knows. She never felt cold enough nearly blew away one day when she put on a dozen fans in the office."

"my own mom used to tell me it was like have a lump of coal weighing you down all day so I'd imagine your wife will need some extra attention towards the end. And not to gross you out young lady but well, you must be sure you know exactly when the babies coming because a water break aint so bad but a lava one, now that could cost ya in repairs. "

Cirrus: That last one will definitely be a big help, I'm not sure what I'm going to do about the food situation though, Kindlin can't eat our food, It evaporates as soon as it gets close to her mouth.

"when you get to be as old as I am you realize you can eat just about anything if you throw it in a blender first hehe. Whenever A few times Misty wanted me to try something I tried mixing it with my lava java. Not perfect but hey"

Cirrus: Huh. Blending… I think that might just work. Um… I do have one more question though. It's silly to think about but I can't help but worry… what if they don't like me?

His face softens with the kind of knowing only a parent can have "you know with plume, I was sure I would end up like my parents, that Id push him away and he'd know it somehow even as a little puff of smoke. But I tell you once you actually lay eyes on em, it won't matter, even if they hated you you know youd do anything for em. But if it means anything to you the fact that you even worry about it tells me there's no way they won't love you. I think they have a way of knowing"

#the world is a stage! 🌟#falls on her face 🛹#short king 🖤#Air Head 🌫️#Boss man 💥

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latimeria-fell-from-heaven · 2 years

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Hey Lati, It's me, Ya boy!

Anyhow, I'm just gonna dump a small brainrot that I have of our favourite bough keeper~

GN!Reader of course.

Dainsleif has always been alone, he never thought that he could find love and companionship from another, and yet fate proved him wrong.

You became Dainsleif's pride and joy, 'it's just something about you that draws me to you.' he always say.

Because he's been alone for so long, he can't really process what you were doing the first time you showed him physical affection. So here we are...

Imagine you sat in front of Dainsleif. His large cock being stroked by you. You wanted to do something special for him, insisted that you want him to just relax and let you please him. He eventually complied, resting his hands onto the wooden chair.

You began stroking his cock faster, rubbing up and down to the base while your other hand fondles his balls. He tries to keep his groans in, but you would stop whenever you saw him bit his lip.

"Don't be shy, you've done so much. It's only fair you get to enjoy yourself once in a while."

I just know this man would have a praise kink and being a sucker for things like this.

hi hi cece/michaelis!

omg yes he would!! dainsleif would definitely have a praise kink, both giving and receiving, but he honestly deserves all the praises in the world. he's been through so so much and he deserves to have a rest and be spoiled. and you'll gladly make him lie back and feel as good as possible.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤnsfw below!

" good boy, such a good boy. you're doing so so well for me dainsleif."

the blonde man whimpers at the lovingly sweet words, his galaxy blue eyes squinting and becoming dewy and hazy with pleasure as your hands grip his thick cock even tighter, stroking the hardened appendage with slow jerks of your wrist. it throbs and pulses in your palm, slick and wet pre-cum coating your hand with wet squelches, and you have half the mind to want to swipe your tongue along the thin slit and suck away the salty liquid that drools from him.

" feels good right? doesn't my hand feel good?" he chokes back a moan, and you can see his misty eyes watering up. it's really cute, but you'd prefer it if he was more open with his cute noises." aww don't be shy baby. didn't i say that you could moan all you wanted?"

" y-yeah.." he mumbles, pretty cheeks growing redder and redder from a mixture of embarrassment and from how good he's feeling." i-i'm sorry.."

" mmm, it's okay. you don't have to apologize for everything y'know." you coo in assurance, smiling up at him with plush and kissable lips. he looks at your lips like he's considering leaning down and kissing you. that's really cute and all, but--

" hehe, you look like you wanna kiss me or somethin' dainy." his soft pink purse together with a cute pout, or maybe it's because he's flustered. he makes a faint noise and averts his eyes and you smile at him. " aww, did you wanna get kissed baby?"

" yes..please..can you kiss me..?" his voice is so soft that you'd think it was the wind instead of the handsome man in front of you. you lick your lips salaciously, wetting them with one successive swipe. his thick cock pulses and throbs against your hand, a solid weight against your hand, and when you wet your lips, it bounces in your palm.

" so needy. my baby's so needy today, hm?" you start jerking your hand faster, and several successive moans leave his pretty mouth. dainsleif looks ready to clamp his mouth shut, but catches himself, remembering your friendly little reminder, and leaves the orifice alone.

" uunnmm..p-please..hnnmm..please kiss me..want you to kiss me..!" he pleads, adorably pathetic but it sends delicious shivers into your lower belly and builts up a melting heat. yet you smile like it's nothing and continue with your quick jerks.

" hmm, at least you asked politely. good boys like you deserve a reward." with that, you push yourself up, making sure to still keep a tight grip on his thick hardened shaft as you slide one leg right up next to his own, and the other straight and firm. you're trapping him against the chair, but he shows little resistance and discomfort, so you stay that way. his cock throbs and pulses in your hand, reminding you that it's still there, so you give it a little squeeze and he jolts, whimpering with that cute voice.

he looks so much less intimidating like this, once stern blue eyes now hidden beneath feathery blonde lashes, and his expression flushed from erotic pleasure. it's almost like he's a completely different person entirely. your brow twitches at the thought as you slide your other hand underneath his chin and tilt his head up. he looks really kissable and cute.

" my good boy. my dainsleif is so handsome and so good." and then you kiss him. it's gentle, sweet, loving, and you can feel his hands reach up and tug against your arm, gripping tightly as if to ground himself. you don't mind, it's cute watching him losing himself just from a simple kiss. you then remember to move your hand gripping his cock, and you start off slow, up and down, and he whimpers and moans into the kiss. he tastes sweet, you muse, and squeeze his firm jaw gently. your hand is soaked with his lewd juices.

dainsleif doesn't stop moaning, and his pretty noises only become more apparent as you jerk your hand faster, building up your pace with an erotic fervor. he even starts pushing his thick cock up into your hand, wanting every part of him to be graced by your loving touch. you don't bother stopping him, much too focused on pushing your tongue into his mouth, invading and filling the wet and drooling cavern with the taste of you.

" mnnfff! ummnhh!"

and with several more choked moans, dainsleif finally cums, his fingers digging so much into you that you're sure it'll leave marks once you're done with him. the wet squelch of his release being practically gushing out is enough to send you spiraling, but you hold it together and keep his lips melded against yours tightly.

he's sobbing, the intense pleasure rushing and swallowing him up entirely. the warm and heavy globs of white that stain your hand feels sticky, and you can even feel some on your forearm. you're sure that his tummy is sticky with white, but he doesn't seem to care.

when you draw back from the kiss, all you see in his misty eyes are the eyes of a lovesick fool, nothing but flowing adoration and love found within them. he faintly smiles, gripping you with a fervor that warms your heart.

" i love you ( name )..so much..♡♡ i really do♡"

#lati speaks #lati thirsts #dainsleif x reader #dainsleif smut #dainy bby ily

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nightshade-minho · 4 years

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-The One-

Warnings: very very mild knifeplay, unprotected sex, oral (m. receiving), fingering, creampie, light navel play, tiny mention of blood, rituals, themes of witchcraft + demons, jealousy, sir kink, master kink, threesome, aftercare.

Felix × fem!Reader × Minho

Wc: 3k

Note: I stayed up all night writing this and was half-asleep so I apologize for any mistakes or incoherencies. Regardless, I’m quite proud of this fic hehe, and I’d love some feedback on it~

You could barely breathe. The feeling of his cock stretching you out as you sat on his lap, combined with the heady feeling of the knife's tip pressed against your skin was driving you insane with arousal.

"Such a pretty one you are...we don't usually get customers like you."

You scrunched your eyes shut, not wanting to make eye contact with him. His smirk, his golden eyes that gleamed with confidence...it would all make you even more nervous than you already were.

"Sir...p-please don't hurt me."

"Tsk. I won't, princess. Not yet." He shifted you on his lap, causing his tip to rub up against your sweet spot. You let out a soft moan as he did so, your eyes slowly opening and drifting down to the shiny steel pressed against your torso.

"Will it...will it hurt?"

He gently dragged the knife upwards, eyes fixed on you. He wasn't applying any pressure, and the blade itself wasn't very sharp...but it still sent tingles through you.

"Not really. If you're a good girl for us, it won't. The ritual is a very short one, and doesn't have many side effects."

"Okay...wait, us?"

"Hmm? Oh, yeah. My boss. He'll be here soon, don't worry. He's a busy man. I take care of the shop when he's not here."

"Oh...so you're like, his assistant?"

"Mmhm. You could say that. He doesn't pay me, though." He mutters, expression faltering for a second. The smirk slowly returned though, as he dragged the steel gently up between your breasts, pausing.

"Why...w-why do you work here, then?"

"He's family. My older brother,to be exact."

"O-oh..."

"Yup. In fact, enjoy my leniency while you can. I can assure you, my brother is a lot more..."

He sighed, poking the tip into your skin lightly, but not enough to draw blood.

"Sadistic."

You gulped as Felix suddenly started thrusting up into you, his hips gaining a newfound vigor. You groaned, throwing your head back as he hit your sweet spot again.

You never thought you'd end up like this...A few weeks ago, you were living your life like any other college student.

When winter break came along, you'd been more than excited to get back to your hometown...the place you'd grew up in. One of the first things you did was visit the woods, searching for the tree house you'd made when you were about 10 years old.

Of course, you hadn't expected to see a cottage where your tree house had formerly been. On hindsight, it probably wasn't a good idea to knock.

You hadn't expected to see a cute boy open the door, either.

Felix, he said his name was.

The cottage wasn't a house after all...it was more of an eccentric little shop, the shelves lined with curious looking bottles and dusty books.

You'd definitely thought the man was cuckoo, especially when he started talking about witchcraft and rituals. He was undeniably hot, though...

One thing led to another and here you were a few days later, having sex with someone you barely knew. That someone also happened to talk an awful lot about demons and witchcraft. God, you were stupid to trust him.

"This ritual...what does it require, again? And there's absolutely no side effects?"

"Nope. All you want is revenge, correct? We can make that happen."

"Having sex with you is part of it, right?"

Felix laughed, taking his knife away and resting it on the table next to him. "Oh, you truly do hurt me. Here I was thinking you were having sex with me cause you wanted to." He adjusted himself in his chair, lifting you off his cock and turning you around.

He slowly eased you back down onto his length, groaning softly under his breath at your tightness.

"Look here. Intercourse with a virgin is stage one of the ritual, and semen also happens to be one of the ingredients." He said, pulling your back against his chest and lifting a finger, causing a dusty old book in the corner of the room to hover over.

You squinted at the page, the words registering itself in your brain.

"Wait...how did you know I'm a virgin?"

"It's glaringly obvious, doll."

You gritted your teeth, biting your lip as Felix let the book drop to the floor, his hands on your waist as he slowly started fucking up into you.

"Remember, you asked for this. You're the one who came here first. You gave me full consent to do this."

"I d-did."

"Mmhmm. Don't forget to tell Minho that. If he's not a corpse somewhere, that is...he usually isn't this late."

A shiver ran through you as Felix suddenly got up with you still on his cock, his fingers digging into your skin as he took you over to the window. He slid apart the heavy purple curtains with one hand.

"Ah...there he is."

You twisted your neck slightly. Eyes misty with arousal, you could barely make out the shadowy figure approaching. Felix's fingers on your chin forced you to face him again, his smile slightly unsettling.

"He's here. I'll remind you again. This was your choice."

"M-my choice..." You gulped as the door opened, the bells tinkling.

There was silence for a few minutes. Felix's form was blocking the figure in the shop. You made a sound of frustration as you craned your neck, trying to catch a glimpse of this mysterious man, despite the fear enveloping your heart.

"Hm. What do we have here? Felix, I've told you before. Don't bring your playthings into the shop."

Felix turned around, taking you to the counter and setting you on the edge of it, still inside you. The new angle finally let you make eye contact with the man.

Oh, fuck. Almost immediately, you wished you hadn't looked at him. Yes, Felix was scary and slightly unnerving...but this man's aura was a whole new shade of intimidating.

You tried your best to break eye contact, but you couldn't. His stare was mesmerizing, and you almost drooled.

A sharp thrust from Felix snapped you out of your haze.

"She isn't a plaything. She's been coming here for the past week...keeping me company. It gets lonely here when you leave on your little trips, you know."

Minho frowned as he set down the mysterious looking packages he'd been holding, leaning on the heavy oak table. His eyes fell on the open book. He lazily regarded the pages, sighing.

Despite his indifferent expression, when he spoke, his tone was menacing.

"Have you been showing this girl the texts? Felix, you know we're not supposed to fraternize with the mortals. I've let you copulate with some of them, but I've told you time and time again...magic and elements of the otherwordly realm are far too complex for their puny brains to comprehend."

Felix sighed, turning slightly to face his brother but not slowing down. He kept thrusting into you, a hand grasping your breast and fingers gliding over your nipple as he spoke.

"That's just it! This human here is different from the others. For one, once she got over her initial shock and surprise, she even started reading the rituals herself and helping me out around the shop! In fact, that's what we're doing right now, enacting the Interfectorem Inimicus Ritual. She has a silly little rival she wants to get rid of."

Minho sighed, his eyes coming up to meet yours again. You looked away meekly, making a small smirk appear on his features.

Cute.

He rarely found mortals attractive...but this one right here might have to be an exception. Besides, if what Felix said was true, she was special. Maybe she wasn't even a mortal after all...

Minho needed to know if that was true. And there was only one way to find out.

He stalked over calmly, tapping Felix's shoulder.

"Give her to me."

"What?!" Felix's look of confusion mirrored yours.

"You heard me." His gaze drifted slowly to you, a finger sneaking out to trace your jawline. You unknowingly leaned into his touch, shivering at the feeling of his cold fingers.

"Hmm now, kitten...why exactly were you snooping about in the sacred texts?" His gaze was stern as he locked your eyes with his.

"I wasn't s-snooping-"

"Did Lixie here give you permission?"

"I, well...no..." You hated the way his intense stare was making you blurt out the truth, cheeks flushed. "I was just curious, that's all. So I read one of the b-books when he wasn't looking."

"Curious." Minho let go of your chin, chuckling. "Haven't you heard? Curiosity killed the cat." His eyes turned darker. "Although when it comes to this kitty, it might just be something else that leads to her demise..."

You swallowed, a fresh wave of arousal shooting through you as Minho smiled, saccharine sweet.

He glared at Felix, making him let go of you reluctantly.

"I'm going to fuck you now, kitten. Would you like that?"

You looked up at him. There was just something about him...his intensity, his demeanor...combined with his sharp beauty...he had you whiny and needy, keening in just seconds.

"Yes, Master, want you...want you so bad!" You mewled, just as Felix pulled out of you.

"Good girl."

In seconds, he gathered you in his arms, taking you over to the burgundy sofa in the corner of the room. "Now, let's do this ritual the right way, shall we? Felix, light some candles."

"Listen, brother, I really don't think this is a good idea and-"

"Do as I say."

Felix sighed, nodding as he went to gather some candles from the shelf. As he lit each one, his heart shuddered.

The two of them knew something you didn't.

Felix and Minho shared a demonic father, but had different mothers. Felix's mother happened to be human, while Minho's definitely wasn't. It was why Felix was able to have intercourse with humans without rendering them completely insane.

Minho, on the other hand...didn't possess even an ounce of humanity. He was draconian, otherworldly...

Felix glanced back, sadness taking over his features as he watched you, entranced as you stared at him.

He was worried you wouldn't last the night.

Minho leaned down, inhaling. He loved the way the human interacted to his touches, however featherlight they may be. He ran the tip of his fingers over your chin, down between your breasts. His fingers continued their descent until they reached your navel, his lust growing as he dipped his finger in, prompting a soft whimper from you. He fingered your navel gently for a few seconds, before he went even lower...finally reaching your clit.

If you were indeed human, you wouldn't be able to handle him or his cock. If you weren't, though?

The implications of it drove Minho giddy with excitement. He'd never had the pleasure of playing with someone as responsive and adorable as you were. Maybe you could even be his queen when he ascends his father's throne...

He shook his head, snapping himself out of his thoughts. First, he had to make sure of your origins. Then, he'd let himself daydream.

His fingers slowly pushed into your already dripping pussy, an appreciative groan leaving his lips as your soaking walls hugged his digits tightly.

Felix finished with the candles, his own erection growing impossibly harder as the lewd noises your pussy was making filled the room.

He turned, making his way to the sofa and glaring at his brother. He already harbored quite a bit of resentment for the older man, and this only served to deepen his hatred. Why did he have to steal away everything that was his?

Minho pulled his fingers out with a pop, sucking on his digits as he looked over at Felix. Your eyes opened halfway, registering Minho's naked form with some surprise. When did he remove his clothes? Then again, you knew the two men in the room didn't obey the same worldly rules you did.

Minho's eyes drifted down to Felix's erection, tutting under his breath.

"You know what...you can use her mouth, if you like."

Felix grumbled. It was better than nothing, but then again...He didn't want his brother to fuck you at all. Till now, you'd proven to be different from the usual human...most mortals couldn't even see their shop. However, he still felt that slight unease that came with not wanting to see you hurt. He'd only known you for a week but...deep inside, he didn't want to lose you.

Felix led his cock to your lips, eyes searching your lidded ones for discomfort. When he found none, he slid his length past your throat slowly, making you moan.

Minho's thick tip was rubbing at your folds. You could only feel the sensation of his head dragging up and down your slit...but it was more than enough for you to realize that he was bigger than everyone you'd ever had sex with.

When he finally pushed into you, you saw stars in your eyes. The pleasure was overwhelming...so sudden and potent that you screamed, Felix's eyes widening in concern as he pulled out.

"Are you okay?

"Y-yeah! For fuck's sake, it feels so gooooooood-" You choked out, clenching tightly around Minho's huge cock, his thrusts unlike anything you'd ever experienced before. It was almost satanic, the way he plunged into you repeatedly, stretching you out to your absolute limit.

Minho gritted his teeth as he gripped your waist tightly, his head thrown back in pleasure. "Fuck...ironic, but your pussy is heavenly, kitten..."

He moved you up and down his shaft, the feeling of your soft pussy opening up more and more with each stroke driving him crazed with lust. He'd never felt anything like this before.

"Felix, she's so fucking- shit....she's so fucking perfect-"

Felix frowned, sitting back as he watched. He couldn't help the envy from gripping his heart as he watched your pleasure-stricken face, your eyes rolling back in your head as Minho slid his girth deeper, hitting your sweet spot. He didn't want to stay any longer, but he couldn't help it. He really didn't want to leave you alone with his brother.

Minho drove into you faster as he felt his orgasm approaching, spurred on by the way you clenched tightly around him, clearly near your end as well.

"Kitten? 'M going to cum...going to fill your little pussy up..."

You whined, arching your back. "Can I cum, Master?"

He shook his head, growling as he rubbed your clit. "You'll cum when I tell you to."

Minho turned to the side as he kept abusing your pussy, his eyes landing on Felix...chuckling at his hand wrapped around his cock.

"Couldn't help yourself, could you?"

Felix let out a moan as he continued jerking himself off, standing up. He didn't care anymore...you looked so perfect like this, completely naked and at their mercy, mouth wide open and ready for him to use.

He came closer and shoved his cock down your throat roughly, not giving you time to adjust as he started fucking into you, his high close. You choked, caught off guard, but quickly got over it. Determined to be a good girl for them, you hollowed your cheeks and sucked on Felix's cock desperately, even as you tried to stave off your orgasm.

His length twitched in your mouth, and before you knew it, you felt warm cum spurting down your throat. Felix groaned, pulling out slowly.

"Felix, now. Get my blade and the book."

"Wait, what?"

"She's the one. I can tell. Quick. We need to get her blood at the exact time she hits her high, or I won't be able to complete my ritual."

"Wait- no! This is Y/n's ritual, the one for her rival. It's lower magic. The one you want to do...Come on, brother! You have to think before making a decision like this, you can't just make her your bride...we have to get Y/n's permission, too-"

Minho growled, his eyes flashing red as he glared at Felix. "I'm not performing a wedding ritual or anything, brother. I'm simply preserving her essence-"

Felix shook his head. His heart was thudding- he'd figured it out too, just like his brother had. You weren't mortal. You were special...and that meant Minho wanted to find out what exactly you were.

He felt sick as he thought of you getting married to his brother. No. You belonged here on Earth, with your family and your friends-

With him.

Before he could react, Minho's hand had materialized the exact knife he wanted.

Encrusted with rubies and made of demonic steel, the blade was far sharper than the one Felix had been teasing you with before.

Minho let go of your waist to grab your hand, bringing it up to his face. His hips continued their assault, making you whine and whimper.

Half the things they said were making no sense, and you were scared and yet...aroused, at the same time. You didn't know what was going on, but you wanted to listen to the man above you. You wanted to do everything he said, wanted to be his little pet...wanted to be his. Your brain felt like it was slowly getting rid of all rationality, the feeling of his cock making you whine louder.

"Kitten...I'm going to make a tiny little cut, right here on your finger. Is that okay?"

You nodded desperately, and Minho smiled at you in approval.

"Cum."

You finally let go, the pleasure washing over you in a tidal wave as you shook, convulsing with electricity as Minho drove the blade into the tip of your finger just enough to let out a few drops of blood.

Felix reluctantly conjured up an empty potion vial, capturing the drop with ease.

Minho lifted your finger to his mouth, sucking on the digit and running his tongue over the wound repeatedly. The metallic taste of your blood was the final push he needed to cum, thrusting deeper as he spilled himself into you.

When he let go of your finger, all the pain had disappeared. You noticed your finger was healed...the skin just as clean and soft as it was before.

You whined as he pulled out, conjuring another vial to gather some of your mixed fluids that was leaking out from between your thighs. He yawned as he handed it to Felix, who corked it with a frown on his face, setting it next to the vial with your blood in it. He knew what Minho wanted to do...he wanted to perform a ritual with the vials, wanted to make sure you were the one for him. It wasn't a wedding ritual by any means...but it was a pre-requisite, and the thought saddened Felix. Maybe his feelings for you were deeper than he'd thought.

Slowly, Minho gathered you into his arms, patting your hair gently and kissing your forehead.

"You were a good kitten, Y/n. How are you feeling?"

"I'm f-feeling okay..."

Minho made a face of delight at Felix. "She can still talk and formulate sentences!" He mouthed, prompting a half-hearted smile from his brother.

"D'you want to cuddle?"

You pouted. "Mmhmm! But..I want Lix to come cuddle too."

Felix looked up at that, his eyes widening.

You still wanted him?

Minho met his eyes, giving him a small smile. "Sure, baby. Lix can come cuddle as well."

You grinned, looking over at Felix and making grabby hands. Giggling, the boy quickly dropped onto the couch, wrapping his arms around your torso and humming in content.

"You know..I don't mind sharing her." Minho whispered, his fingers still stroking your hair. "Really?" Felix asked, looking down at you.

"If she wants to be shared, that is."

"I don't mind!" You chirped. "Life is boring here, anyway. Where did you guys say you lived again?"

The two men shared a look.

Minho sighed as he stroked your hair. "I can't wait to introduce you to our dad."

"Your dad?"

"Yep! Don't worry, he's nice. And I think he'd like you."

You frowned slowly as you remembered something Felix had told you. Snippets of their conversation flashed through your brain as your stomach filled with something akin to dread and anticipation.

"Who did you say your dad was, again?"

"Oh, what? Ah, that doesn't really matter. He's just the king of the Underworld."

#skzsmutnet #felix smut #minho smut #lee know smut #yongbok smut #felix angst #felix fluff #minho fluff #skz smut #skz fluff #skz angst #stray kids smut #stray kids fluff #stray kids angst

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comic-the-adventurer · 2 years

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Gonna post this separately because it'd be really awkward to say "scroll past the drawings and press read more for Mist-Jun's backstory" and I& wanna rp as Misty and it's easier/more interesting to just give Misty's autobiography this way, so yeeeea xD

Mist-Jun ramble time~

Also, this and this.

Also, for clarity, Misty’s pronouns are like this: The first time you use Mist’s pronouns in a sentence, use the masc pronoun/term. Every time after that, use the neutral pronoun/term. (Per sentence). You can use the rest of my& rambling about him as examples hehe

Past life (think of it like a...prequel): So Mist-Jun was a prince but didn't want to be one, right? So he ran away from the royal palace and stayed with a non-royal friend (named Sammy) they happened to make. For clarity, Mist was living on the run and, obviously, he was wanted back. So Harriet (a king from another kingdom) sent Cosmicco to investigate and find Prince Mist-Jun.

However, Cosmicco found Misty soon enough and decided to try to play it cool because Mist-Jun was really guarded and just wanted Co to go away. But, during the many weeks/months Cosmicco and Misty bonded, Misty told Co why he ran away and Co decided it was best to leave Misty be. (Co had a fairly hard time justifying her choice to Harriet but they agreed in the end xD)

But, one day, Mist-Jun was "captured" by the royal guards and brought back to the royal palace where Mist found out the queen had died and Mist-Jun was her successor. Mist surprisingly was okay with being the king. The only bad thing was, yk, Sammy and Co weren't allowed to see him. Well, only Cosmicco really, Sammy couldn't be pinpointed as Mist-Jun's harbourer.

But that didn't stop Cosmicco! She charmed the royal guards into letting her visit Misty and Mist, ofc, literally tackle-hugged her out of happiness to see her again. So Mist crowned Cosmicco as queen (they aren't like... Married though. They're both minors at the time lol) but Cosmicco went on a power trip and became a tyrant towards the kingdom.

They're both each other's partners-in-crime so they were helpful and kind to each other mutually but... So, Mist was crushing on Sammy, right? But Mist and he had no official relationship. So Sammy was actually in a relationship with a princess from another kingdom (not like...Harriet's kingdom tho. Just a third-party one.), Susie. (I& can't decide if Sammy and Susie were actually in a relationship or Misty just assumes so because, well...)

So Misty and Co stumble into town one day (not, like, running away or anything. Legally there ofc) and see Sammy and Susie holding hands. (IDK IM& ARO, IS THIS HOW TO WORDLESSLY COMMUNICATE TWO PEOPLE ARE IN A RELATIONSHIP XDD???)

So Mist-Jun was understandably upset and actual wishes death upon Sammy out of frustration, when back at the palace. But like, he doesn't seriously mean it. However, Co overhears that and is like, "alright BET" and literally kills Sammy cuz that's what Mist wants, no? Mist happens to be in the right (wrong?) place at the right/wrong time and actually walks in on Co killing Sammy (for specifics, she used a sword/dagger/knife and pieced it through Sammy's chest hehe)

So Mist and Co have an argument but somehow forgive each other in the end. However, yk how I& said Co was a tyrant? Well, Susie happened to find Sammy's body and happened to be in close ties to a knight. (Named Allison) so...

Yeah, there was a revolt against Cosmicco. All the people in the kingdom finally took a stand in collective anger, planning to execute Cosmicco for her crimes. Co knew she deserved it but Mist-Jun was like "NAH MATE" and used his magic to disguise themself as Cosmicco. Since Mist was a good king (better than Co, anyway.), the townspeople didn't really care if Misty continued his reign or fled.

Of course, Mist told Cosmicco to flee. So yeah, it was an emotional goodbye, but want even more heartbreak >:]? At "Cosmicco's" public execution scene, Real Cosmicco ofc ran up to Misty before he was beheaded and smiled so that the last thing Misty saw was his best friend smiling :3

SO DID I& MENTION THIS TAKES PLACE IN MEDIEVAL ENGLAND-

Yeah, this all takes place in medieval years.

Present-dayish stuff: Anyway, meanwhile, yk how Cosmicco has reactive powers? And Misty has wind powers? So the god of wind was like "how dare you kill my creation?! Go to hell!" and banished the god of reactive to literal hell.

The god of wind decided to reincarnate Mist-Jun but time passes differently in the...idk, void, than the mortal world. So, by the time Misty was about to be reincarnated, Cosmicco had moved on. And the god of reactive had found a way to escape from hell.

So the god of reactive was like "damn that Mist-Jun! Got me banished to hell! I'll make him regret that!" so he decided to destroy Misty's intended country and thought, "Misty's home is destroyed so he can't be reincarnated!" but no, the god of wind decided to send Misty to a children's home instead lol

But the god of reactive wasn't giving up (ftr, no one, not even the god of wind, knew he escaped from hell) so he decided to try to kill Mist-Jun "directly."

[I'm& getting kinda bored so think of the next part like MR Hopps Playhouse 2.]

So yea, all in all, Mist-Jun stole from all seven gods and, in the process, unknowingly negated their powers drastically. But Mist also sealed the hell escapee back underground even stronger so heyy ;)

Anyway, so Harriet finds out Misty is somehow back and adopts him (but disowns them almost immediately cuz like...they just needed to get Misty back home xD) and yay, Misty and Co are reunited and hooray 🙌

#oc ramble #oc ramblings #oc #medieval oc #medieval #fantasy

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simplysnexual · 4 years

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Got inspired by @doctor492 ‘s SCP!au with Erasermic! I don’t often post my stories so have mercy! I took some creative liberties with their abilities and such. I’m also not terribly educated when it comes to all the SCP lore.

Excerpts from a guard’s journal.

Day 1

My first day in this sector of the facility. There are 4 keter class anomalies in this sector. Two of which I am in charge of dealing with. These two are kinda...humanoid in appearance but I have yet to see more than quick glances. Training is extensive in this sector as one wrong move either means death or worse: the escape of a dangerous creature. Training has mostly been computerized and kinda boring. Can't wait to get to the hands on stuff.

Day 5

Finally onto some interesting stuff. I’ve had my first encounter with the SCP nicknamed Eraserhead. He...well I suppose it, though it does have a masculine body type. Plus its kinda weird calling such a humanoid creature an it so I’ll just say him. Anyway, he is a shadowy figure that appears to be made of an ever shifting inky mass. He has bright, misty yellow “eyes.” These eye-like features could be something else entirely their own but appear to act like eyes, blinking and fixating on whatever his attention is on. White cloth-like ribbons float around him constantly like thin snakes writhing in the air. Wispy outlines that look like hair also frame his head and face. I don't know much else about Eraserhead but I’m excited to learn more.

Day 7

First encounter with the “Voice Demon.” Yet another humanoid anomaly, this one more so than Eraserhead. The Voice Demon appears to be a 6’1” white male with long blonde hair. The most jaring and notably inhuman feature is its mouth. A wide maw stretches past the normal stretch of a human mouth, wrapping around all the way to its ears. Its, well I’d called this one a he too. He has lacerations around his throat that appear to have been stitched up and plucked at only to be stitched again. I don’t know for sure but I believe those injuries were inflicted by the Foundation…

Day 10

Something rather interesting happened today. On my usual rounds to check on the anomalies, I discovered Eraserhead standing at the plexi glass window of his containment unit. Mirroring him on the other side of the hall was the “Voice Demon.” The demon’s spirling green eyes seemed softer than his usual jaring glare. As could be said for Eraserhead. But shortly after they noticed my presence, they went back to the darker corners of their units.

Day 12

I’ve finally found out more about my two favorite SCPs. Turns out Eraserhead has the ability to not only control the writhing ribbons around him, but can also erase one function of the human body, such as the respiratory system or cardiac system. Pretty scary stuff right? A few guards have fallen to this creature’s abilities. I guess I have to be wary not to piss him off huh? As for the Voice Demon, his name is very fitting. His voice can reach beyond 177 decibels, a range passing which is dangerous to humans. This level of sound can burst cells in your lungs, shake your bones and even cause long term damage to your joints. I believe the facility tried to sever his vocal chords but found that not to be the source of his ability. I’ve yet to hear (hehe) of his ability being used or how they keep him from using it.

Day 16

First incident on my shift, A fellow guard wasn’t being so careful around Eraserhead’s unit. There's an existing rule that you don’t stick around the plexi glass viewing window of his unit. Apparently this guy forgot or didn’t listen to the warning. Dude’s respiratory system shut down and I found him after hearing his gasping wheezes. The SCP medical team took him away. I’m not sure where to but I have a feeling it wasn’t to a hospital…

Day 18

Caught my favorite two charges interacting across the hall again. I hid around the corner to see what they did away from prying eyes. They seemed to be making gestures to each other and after a bit I noticed the Voice Demon fogging up the glass with his breath and drawing things, cats and flowers and the like. Eraserhead’s yellow slits of eyes squinted like how mine do when I smile. Strange...but endearing. Humanizing almost...

Day 21

Found out what the Voice Demon’s smile looks like...Seems I made him laugh, not sure I can call it that but I’m guessing it was a laugh. I tripped on my idiot coworkers spilled coffee and kissed the floor. Once the Voice Demon made his laugh like noise, I turned to him and saw his lips had curved up and his eyes squinted. Eraserhead matched his squinting. I couldn’t help but smile myself...heh I guess I’m just as strange huh? Smiling at the strange and deadly creatures I guard from the world everyday. But hey it’s the little things that remind you of your humanity when you’re stuck in sterile white hallways all the time.

Day 25

A few guards went into Voice Demon’s unit to try to draw blood or something. Most came out with bleeding ears. Two came out in body bags after a gas filled the room to incapacitate the creature. I’m beginning to doubt the Foundation’s care for its employees…

Day 26

After reviewing the security footage of yesterday’s incident, I noticed the shifting form and writhing ribbons of Eraserhead had increased in their violent motion. His inky, ever-moving form had gone rough around the edges and his ribbons whipped as if in a tornado. Almost like...he was upset? Angered that his neighbor, maybe even his friend was hurt?

Day 31

Eraserhead and the Voice Demon are definitely friends of some sort. Yes I know I’m not supposed to humanize the anomalies but I can’t help myself. Their interactions continue and grow in complexity and frequency. It's kinda endearing to be honest. I don’t see much friendly interaction in this place. I feel just as trapped as they do sometimes…

Day 40

My first interaction with the Voice Demon. Guess I pissed off the facility or something cuz they sent me in ALONE to try to draw blood. I’d pretty much accepted my death sentence the second the doors closed behind me. But to my surprise the creature looked at me...curiously? I knelt down to try to seem less threatening and spoke to him like I would a scared child, like my siblings when they hid from a storm. Across the hall I caught a glimpse of Eraserhead’s form shifting violently again. I sat cross legged for a while, slowly trying to coax him over. I couldn’t believe it when the creature approached me and extended his arm for me. I held his wrist like I had when my little sister scraped her elbow. I spoke softly like I had to her as I took the Voice Demons blood, totally unaware of why but fixated on the sentience in his eyes.

Day 45

The facility sent me into Eraserhead’s unit after my success with the Voice Demon. They didn’t send me for blood, I don’t even know if he has blood?? I think they sent me in for the hell of it, to watch a keter class at work or see what this one did with a human actually in his unit not just outside his window. Turns out, not much. The creature merely stared me down before shifting away and turning his back on me. Without anything really interesting happening for a good while, the high ups let me back out. I’m just as much contained as they are these days. I haven’t been allowed to leave since the interaction with the Voice Demon. But I can’t find it in myself to regret it.

Day 50

I don’t trust this place anymore. The staggering number of guards lost in a month is beyond what could be just “accidents.” The measures they go to “contain” these creatures they label monsters are beyond what’s right. Nearly worse than what the creatures do themselves. A place which considers beating what I could nearly call a person into submission just doesn’t seem right.

Day 51

I treated the Voice demon’s wounds today. He seemed sedated as I worked with him as gently as I could. I talked softly to him, about nothing in general but just to give him some comfort, something to focus on. My heart nearly stopped when I heard his voice. It was only a soft. “Thank you.”. His voice was soft but raspy from lack of use. I met his gaze and that’s when I made my decision. I’m getting them out of here. Him and Eraserhead. After all, what use is it freeing a lone creature to face the world outside without a friend?

Day 55

This Foundation is run by idiots. All this secretive crap covers up their incompetence. But this plan isn’t going to go through without sacrifice. It’s worth it. Without my family around to need me anymore I’m happy to die for a good reason. I’ve faced death before just for this stupid Foundation’s fun. Tomorrow during shift change I’m cutting the power on the sector where Eraserhead and the Voice Demon reside. It’ll be just long enough for the locks to fail and let them escape. I hope they get far away from this hell hole and pathe their way in the outside world. And maybe….just maybe, remember me fondly.

This was the last entry written in the young man’s journal. SCP guard Scarleton lay dying in the glistening blood pooling around him. The red flashing of alarms briefly illuminating the hall in intervals. His dying sight was the Voice Demon’s toxic green eyes spilling over with tears as he grasped the only guard, hell the only human to treat him like anything other than a monster. One more little smile found the man’s lips as he showed his blood stained teeth, eyes sliding closed. “Go on….be free.” He let out a wet laugh and went still. A shifting black form took the arm of the green eyed creature and drug him away to follow through on the guard’s dying words.

#doctor492 #scp!au #erasermic #fanfic #erasermicscp!au #hizashi yamada #shouta aizawa

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heesgf · 5 years

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guardian angel!park seonghwa. spectrum

plot: seonghwa is sent to offer you guidance, but leaves with the memory of your lips against his.

word count: 1.6 k

pairing: guardian angel! seonghwa x reader

warnings: heated scenes, smoking/drinking mentions

a/n: inspired by hwa’s angelic beauty and my insomnia...this is my first time writing for ateez!!!🥺💖 i hope that you will give this a chance and enjoy<3

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“Pass me a light?”

A shield of bluish silver follows as he walks underneath the pier’s street lights. The warmth pools at his feet and he moves briskly, steps soft against pebbled sands and a single hand sliding through dark locks of his silky hair.

The sounds of laughter and cheering can still be heard through the hallway with wide ceilings, the vast corridor that connects the beach house to the veranda, and now, as waves ripple against marbled rock, you can hear the voices of your friends bouncing off the rampant waters. There is a party inside, but the unwavering sea is where your heart lies tonight; next to the silhouette of a tall boy in a tight white t-shirt and light blue skinny jeans. He has a hand outstretched and without looking, your fingers fiddle in your pockets to find what he’s asked for—you don’t know him. But there’s something about being in the company of a stranger that makes the frigid air a little easier to breathe, makes the cool evening breeze warmer to the touch, and the humidity of summer’s end melt away with the brief brush of his fingers against your palm.

You look at him only when he pulls the cigarette to his lips and takes the first puff. Thick, black smoke lingers around his jutted chin, enough of a contrast against his bronze plated skin to make your lips fall open. He captures the light of passing cars and you can see the heart of the ocean in his eyes. He looks to you once he lets out a soft hum. Blazing eyes with a hint of emerald green, they stare opposite to yours with dark eyebrows to frame, one slightly raised while the other sits knitted, and you think breathing might not be so easy after all.

“Do I know you?” You ask before he can get the words out.

The boy shifts on the cement aisle and smiles a crooked smile. He spares a single glance up to the night sky, once embroidered with hundreds upon thousands of shimmering stars, although tonight, there seem to be none. There are no distant sparkles, no gleams blasting from the ether—none other than the rays of incandescence that radiate from his skin. Looking back at you, he shrugs.

“I’m not so sure.” He ponders, then a wink. “You might’ve seen me in a dream.”

He has a voice that matches the sheer divinity of his smile. A velvety drawl with a husk that lies somewhere deep in the back of his throat and it’s a voice you want to imagine sing every song you’ve ever heard. Now, there seems to be a hint of amusement in his eyes, like he’s awaiting your next move, like he’s never seen anything like you before; never anyone so calm in the face of his carefully orchestrated chaos. Far in the distance, ocean waves move in a harmonic pendulum, as air rises from the tops of sea rocks and nips at the tip of your nose, a sweet sensation against the warmth growing in your cheeks. Strident waves devour the surface of pillowy sands, taking their secrets with it, burying them deep within the ocean’s treasure chest of mysteries, a sight that seems almost prolific. For a moment, you think you’d very much like that—to feel cool salty waters latch onto your body and rid your spirit of those things you’d been holding onto to for far too long, a cleanse of the mind and soul—you think you’d very much like that. The boy clears his throat and you think you might’ve been silent for too long; there’s a sudden longing for recklessness that bangs against your chest.

“Can I kiss you?”

The first thing you notice is the way his cheeks flush.

He is striking in the way that he looks at you, utterly mystified. You can see the tops of his ears turn a sheepish shade of pink, and smile at the way his lips part so suddenly. There is something different about his aura now, like he’s giving into his desires. With his face so artfully confused, you swear you’ve seen him somewhere before, perhaps etched hundreds of times in your endless pits of sketch books, his is a face you would never want to forget, a face of which you’d only hope to capture half its beauty on paper, and still fail every time.

“I would’ve asked you first.”

Suddenly, there is the sensation of his cold hand against your waist, while the other traces fondly at your jaw. Your hands rapidly move toward the back of his neck, brushing over soft tufts of his hair, and he lowers his plush lips onto yours in a jumble of emotion. The first thing you feel is the soft pressure, steady enough to uphold the out-pour of chills at the base of your spine, alongside a warmth at the face that fills you entirely. His hands curve up to frame your cheekbones, press smoothly along your temples, and when his lips draw apart for a moment, you feel the coolness of his teeth tug against your bottom lip. He amps up the force of his affections and your hands now tangle in his hair; he lets out a sharp breath.

“I want to feel you.” You whisper, pulling the fabric of his t-shirt and immediately he abides—throwing the white frock into a pit of sand—you fasten yourself into his embrace.

His chest, unlike his hand, is hot to the touch, and there’s a thin sheen of sweat that layers over his taut muscles. You can feel his lips sliding down from yours as they now slip firmly against your neck; your hands travel down his body, it’s lithe under the pads of your fingers without even seeing it. There’s not a glimmer in the sky because he seems to be garnering it all within himself. He kisses like his lips leave stardust in their wake, like the running of his fingers against your face and body are the suns of his affection, he is celestial in all ways but one—you swear he belongs in the sky, amidst the heavens and the angels—but tonight he’s here with you. For the first time, it feels like destiny.

You let your hands ravage his skin, sweeping down his back where you feel two long scars. They run from the tip of his shoulder blades to the small of his back, his lips still furiously nip at your collarbones. You squeeze his bicep and press a kiss to his shoulder, blinking into his skin and breathing in his fatal scent. There is a nuance in the air that is so effortlessly intoxicating, your eyes flutter with what feels like exhaustion and echoes in your bones as the wanton desire to sleep by his side—somehow, he feels you. He pulls away from your body and nods into the nape of your neck, the caress of his eyelashes prickly on your hot skin—you let your hands run up and down his back.

By the time the two of you lie side by side on a quilted blanket along the shore, you can see the remnants of a lightless moon making way for its vibrant counterpart. He holds his hand against your head, which falls softly against his bare chest. Without knowing, your eyes are misty with tears, and you are tracing your finger along what could be a tattoo, but looks more like writing that was woven into his skin. Still, in your dizzied wake, the words are clear; puris omnia pura.

To the pure, all things are pure. Somehow you know.

“Suits you.” The last thing you say before your eyelids come to a close, the morning sun peaks its head into the sky, and the sound of his breathing the most harmonious of lullabies.

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The colours of the morning sky are delicate.

With the sun high in the sky, and the allure of iridescent gold, it looks as if it’s been hand painted for only your eyes to see. You wake up on the beach, body tucked tightly into a quilted blanket upon the sand, the gentle lapping of ocean waves against the shore your alarm clock.

Tucked in the pocket of your silken blouse is a note with small cursive letters.

Puris omnia pura.

I think it suits you a lot more.

-Seonghwa

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Bonus:

Seonghwa’s sworn never to do such a thing. Never to feel the way he has, especially not for a human. This is his art, his craft, now, his life—these are forces not to be meddled with—and yet, he finds himself so pliable in your arms. He was moved by more than just the will of the heavens to kiss you, he felt it within himself. With every fragment of his existence, he knew he’d never wanted anything else more, and for the first time since dispatch, he felt something foreign stir up within him. He is sworn never to do such a thing. To leave the human world without a trace is his duty… though he left his memory firmly in your care. He’d even given you his name. His real name, the one he’d been gifted at birth. A part of him had left it in hopes that one day you would find him. No, a part of him had left it because he knew that one day you would find him. Seonghwa’s sworn never to do such a thing.

But he thinks he’d pry open the doors to heaven if it meant he could see you again.

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a/n: as i finish this up !! it’s 5am and im going a little crazy but i hope u enjoy this!!💕 it’s been a little bit of a rough time so this is mostly self indulgent but nonetheless :’-)) i hope it was worth reading<3 as always, feedback is loved and appreciated🥺 and if u want more ateez stuff lmk hehe....

#ateez #park seonghwa #seonghwa #ateez scenarios #ateeznetz #christina lika and m🥺 if you angels are reading this. i love you.

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‘Stand By Me’ -1-

Ben Hardy x Reader

Ch. 1

Summary: You are moving in your boyfriend’s flat. As you unpack, you remember the long road you two have walked down from when you met to where you are now.

Words (this chapter): 1.7K+.

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“Baby. Pass me over that box.” you point over your shoulder.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you huff at the sight in front of you. Ticking your tongue you brace yourself and gather all your force to push the pile of boxes further into the living room.

Ben laughs at the sight of you as he walks beside you, holding yet another box. Placing it on top, the pile gets too heavy and won’t move forward. You groan and stomp your foot on the floor.

“BEN!” you hiss at him.

“What? You said, bring me another box.” Be chuckled with his arms crossed in front of him, casually leaning on the tower of boxes you had constructed.

“Not putting it on top you moron! Now I can’t move it an inch!” you rolled your eyes.

“You shouldn’t have pile them up like this.” he waves his hands innocently in defeat.

“Yeah, yeah, smartypants. Get half and i’ll get the other half up.” you poke the tip of his nose.

After two full hours of carrying cases and chests up and down, you finally set the last two. Falling on each side of the sofa, you and Ben can finally catch your breaths, swimming in sweat and dirt.

“We’re not doing this again!” you swiped the sleeve of your blouse over your temple “Shit, I need a shower” you sigh closing your eyes.

“Remind me again, why you have so goddamn much of everything? My mind still can’t process how all of this” his hands drawing a circle behind his shoulders “fitted in your tiny Hammersmith studio!”

“Barely” you lifted a brow, “Gonna miss the old dump...” you nod, pouting your lips in confirmation.

“Seriously?” Ben’s voice going an octave higher “I hope you’re joking!”

You chuckled, closing your eyes you let your head fall on the soft pillow behind your back. You let your brain rewind memories of the long road you two have walked since the beginning. “I hope you’re joking.” you hear these words, just same way you heard them when you two met.

It was the first thing Ben ever said to you. You clearly remember that day, the memory is still vivid in your head.

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September 2015

Hammersmith, London, UK

“Another windy day in London.” I say to myself, rubbing my arms together. Standing by the misty old window in my flat, I look outside. The view is seemingly the same as every day. Buzzing cars, people rushing hectically in every direction.

“Hopefully, we’ll get at least a few hours of sun today.” i exhale.

Following my morning routine I wash my teeth and face. Looking up in the mirror, I see deep dark circles and dull face. “I’m working too much” I shake my head “thank god for the people who created concealer and makeup.” Applying the rest of the makeup i slip on my favourite sweater and skirt.

On my way to work, as always, I stop at Costa for a mocha latte. Unlike other mornings, today is particularly busy. I sigh and modestly situate myself at the end of the queue, like a good Londoner, that I am.

Five more people to go, and I am already running late for work, just awesome. Great. By the time I have the coffee in my hand, I frustrate even more about how my boss is going to ramble forever about being late for work. I quickly run to the isle on the other side. Opening the boiling cap I silently swear to myself.

“Come oon. There must be some left!” I madly rumble as I try to get the last bits of nutmeg from the bottom of the small container.

“I hope you’re joking!” a deep voice from behind startles me. Jumping a little I turn around.

“Shit. You scared me!” you squealed at the man in front of you. “Piss off, you git.” you move aside, as he is standing at an uncomfortable proximity to your face.

“Please, I apologise! I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

I look up meeting his graze. Unbelievably soft green eyes.

“All I wanted was to express my disappointment at the shortage of nutmeg.” he is biting his lip, kind of nervously shifting his glance fo the side.

“Aah, yes. Nutmeg.” I nod, trying to assemble the cup of hot coffee.

“I thought nobody liked it.” the man leans against the isle “Need any help?” he eyes my shaky hands.

“I’ve got this, thanks.” I try to make my way out, but instead bump onto this guy’s shoulder. “I’m so sorry. Fuck my life!” I look upon his cashmere scarf “I totally ruined your Burberry!” I try to hide my embarrassment with my palm over my eyes.

“It’s expensive, but I could try and take it to the dry cleaning down the street, they are really good…” I quickly try to wash the flush of my face.

“Hey, hey. It’s fine.” he is even smiling.

“No, it’s not! It’s ruined, and it’s totally my fault. And I’m unbelievably sorry. I’ll take it to the cleaner’s. Just. Just give me a name and address I’ll have it sent to you” my free hand reaches up.

He chuckles, “Nah, I’ve plenty more. How about something else?” he lifts a brow at me.

“What the hell do you think of me?” I furrow my brows, ready to storm off.

“No, I didn’t mean it like this.” his greens wide with the raise in his voice.

“Look, I’m late for work. If you don’t want me to take it to the cleaners, fine.” I spout.

“What I meant is, would you like to have a coffee with me?” his cute lips curl into a shy smile as his head cocks to the side.

I try to brush past him, but he steps in the way, causing me to spill the rest of my coffee all over his shirt.

“You just did that on purpose!” annoyed I huff.

He laughed, examining his shirt and scarf, “Not at all. But, now I can’t let you go that easily.”

“What the fuck?!” I raise my voice, noticing the looks people around shoot at my direction.

“You wanted to compensate for my ruined clothes. So I’m asking you out for a coffee.” his eyes are flicking their long eyelashes at me.

“A’ight.” I can’t help but curl up a smile, at the silly encounter “Same place, after I finish work” I wink at him.

As I try to make my way out through a large group of people, I barely hear a voice calling for me from behind “Hey, wait! I didn’t catch your name!”

“Because I didn’t say it.” I shout back.

As I leave, I can’t help but look inside the cafe, the blonde guy with the green eyes was following my every move open mouthed, waiting for me to do something. I slyer a smile as I made my way across the street.

Throughout the day, I can’t focus my mind on anything. Every task I take, only leaves me thinking about this stranger I met in the morning. He was very charismatic and handsome, no doubt. And he asked me out, hehe. I can’t help but wonder, what if I’m hyping myself up unnecessarily, what if he was just being nice and polite?

At the strike of the clock, I storm off the office straight to the cafe. Before I push the door open, I stop for a second to check my reflection.

Here goes nothing.

The place is half empty, just some students with their laptops. He doesn’t know when I finish work, or where I work, or my name… why would he even show up?

Sternly I turn on my heel to leave, when somebody crashes over me.

“Ouch!” I cry out “My shoulder!”

“Shit, oh my! I’m so sorry!” The person turns around.

“Oh, it’s you” I cackle at my faith. “You and I are destined to destroy each other, aren’t we!?” I uncomfortably rub my arm.

“God” his face is burning red as he tries to hide his flushed cheeks with his hands.

“My shoulder hurts so much!” Acting classes here you come.

“What? Did I just break your arm? I hope you’re joking… you’re joking right?” His face looks so genuinely worried.

“What gave it away? My fake whining?” I self deprive.

“You’re good then?”

“Yeah, it hurts just a little.” I sigh.

“I need to take you to the hospital.” he reaches for me.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” I stop his hand in the air.

“Let’s at least sit down.” he pulls me closer by my waist. I hum and nod my head.

After we’re sat opposite each other by the window, I feel all confidence leave my body.

“You’re right. We keep bumping in each other.” he laughs.

I chuckled and shake my head, while rubbing my shoulder.

“You sure you’re fine?” he prompts again.

“It’s just a bit of a uncomfortable feeling, that’s all.” I lift my eyes to find him already searching for mine.

“I’m Ben, by the way.” his hand reaches for a handshake.

I reach my other hand to him “Nice to meet you Ben. I’m Y/N.”

His palm feels so soft and warm, the contact his skin feels rather magnetizing. I quickly pull away from his firm grip and look the other direction.

“So Ben, what do you do for a living?”

…

“Baby?” Ben is kissing your shoulder.

“Hmm?” you hum flickering your eyes open.

“I say, we leave the boxes for now, as they are. We’ll unbox tomorrow.”

“Good idea Benny.” you reach for his neck and pull him down for a kiss.

“I love you so much” he murmurs against your lips.

“Even when I’m all dirty and sweaty like this?” you bite his bottom lip, gently pulling him closer to you.

“Especially” he nuzzles his nose in behind your ear.

“I say, let’s get cleaned up, and I’ll take you to dinner.” his deep voice resonates against your flesh, sending shivers along.

You grin widely, “I’d love that.”

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I Played Grim Fandango For the First Time

So being a fan of contemporary adventure games, I’ve heard a lot of people talk about how their favorite game of all time is Grim Fandango. But I’d never actually played it myself...until now. And I’m here to give you a brutally honest review since I did not play this game as a child and have no preexisting attachment or nostalgia for it.

The game was originally released in 1998 by LucasArts, but the version I’m discussing is the remastered version released in 2015, which as I understand uses a new point-and-click interface, as well as higher quality graphics and sound.

And if it wasn’t obvious: SPOILERS AHEAD.

Let’s start with the plot. This game takes place in the Eighth Underworld, also known as the Land of the Dead. Our protagonist is Manny Calavera, who works as a travel agent to pay off some sort of debt he owes to the universe (for what reason, he doesn’t know). When we first meet him, though, he’s in the midst of a bad streak, while his rival Domino consistently books his clients on the Number Nine, the highly coveted railway train that takes passengers to the Land of Eternal Rest in four minutes rather than the standard four years. When Manny manages to steal a lead from Domino - an impossibly good woman named Meche - he starts to unravel a conspiracy surrounding his company and spends the next four years doing everything in his power to help Meche get the afterlife she deserves.

Now, I say all of that as one regular schmuck to another, and it sounds wacky and ridiculous and hard to follow, and I didn’t even go into every little detail. But it’s actually really cool and I have to commend the writing and worldbuilding of this game. They found that sweet spot of letting the world unfurl naturally - never going too hard on the info-dump - and letting the player trust in the rules that are established. Definitely the strongest element in this game. It helps that I’m already a sucker for that trope of explaining natural phenomena with a corporate business-esque structure. I blame Pajama Sam 2 for that.

Speaking of which, did I mention that Pamela Segall is in this game? And one of her characters, she performs in a perfect Pajama Sam voice, which is life altering when one of the very first lines that character utters is, “I’ll bite you, I swear to God.”

ANYWAY.

Similar to the writing, I adore the art direction and overall atmosphere this game presents. It’s jazzy film noir meets Mexican culture in all the best ways. Almost everyone is portrayed as a skeleton with cartoonish proportions, and their facial features are reminiscent of sugar skull decorations. In fact, a significant portion of the characters are indeed Hispanic and the dialogue is rife with Spanish phrases and slang. Not to mention the fact that whenever we check in on Manny during his four year journey, it’s always on Dia De Los Muertos, which is a holiday observed by the entire Land of the Dead and not just the Mexican community. It’s a wonderful normalization of Mexican culture, rather than exotifying it.

I can’t go any further without mentioning the characters. Namely, my favorite: Glottis, a literal speed demon who serves as Manny’s chauffer, mechanic, and friend. He’s a big orange goofball who is, as the kids say, “extra.” I love him so much. And I was pleasantly surprised at the emphasis on their relationship and how much Manny genuinely cares for Glottis (and vice versa). In the third chapter, Domino makes a remark on how demons are created to serve, and to be friends with them is unnatural. But Manny and Glottis adore each other pretty much from the get-go, and Manny can hardly function sometimes when the plot separates them. I’ve seen way too many comic side characters whose relationship with the protagonist is played down for laughs. It’s refreshing when that character is, you know, allowed to be friends with their friend.

Other greatest hit characters include Lupe the Coat Check Girl Who Definitely Needed a Bigger Part, Eva, and Chepito.

Manny is also a great main character. He’s charming, opinionated without hating everything and everyone around him, and wants to do the right thing at the end of the day. I definitely understand the draw of this character now.

When it comes to what I didn’t like about this game, a lot of it can be boiled down to things that weren’t communicated well to the player. For example, I didn’t know Manny had a run option for the first chapter and a half so I just had to suffer through him walking across giant, atmospheric maps at a snail’s pace. There were also several individual locations I didn’t realize I could get to because the travel hotspots didn’t look like hotspots to me. I’m not ashamed to say I glanced at a walkthrough more than once just to see if there was anything I missed. There’s also a couple of just plain moon logic puzzles thrown in there and I did not appreciate them. (I’m looking at you, signpost and anchor puzzles.)

The comedic bits were a hit or miss. There were lines I could feel the writers trying to be just a little too quotable, if that makes sense? But other lines got genuine, laugh-out-loud reactions from me, so I guess your mileage may vary.

I have bones to pick with the story as well (hehe, bones). For starters, Manny and Meche’s romance happens very quickly for the amount of time they’ve actually interacted with each other by the point they start getting serious. Don’t get me wrong, I think they’re great together, but it just happens too easily, you know? Just because the whole game is inspired by film noir doesn’t mean the romance has to be, “Oh, we had a ten minute conversation, suddenly we’re madly in love with each other.”

Another bone: Lola’s whole story irks me so bad. Her death in Year 2 is supposed to be this big emotional turning point, but the player barely knows her by the time we lose her. And what’s more, Manny’s relationship with her up to that point is very ambiguous, so we’re not even sure how he is supposed to respond. If there absolutely had to be a death at this point in the story to showcase the threat level of Manny’s enemies, I think they could have chosen a more impactful victim.

And finally, I don’t think the ending was as strong as it could have been. Let’s be perfectly clear, Manny and Glottis saying their farewells got me a little misty, but the pacing on everything else just seemed a bit rushed. Like, “Okay! You killed the bad guy! Everyone’s problems are solved now! The end! Go home!” Manny is even granted a Number Nine ticket for defeating Hector, but it’s extremely glossed over. Like, that’s a big deal! It would have been a great character moment for Manny if we actually saw him receiving the ticket and reflecting on his transition from only wanting to escape to selflessly helping others on their journey and not caring about his own fate.

Honestly, with all the hype and nostalgia surrounding this game, I was a little scared that its legacy would be bigger than the actual product - like Firefly, for example. But Grim Fandango holds up. Even with all my nitpicks about emotional impact and bad puzzle design, I’ve developed a fondness for this game and understand why seemingly every other human who’s played it has as well. It’s a game with a great atmosphere, memorable characters, and an intriguing story that says a lot about the human condition. It deserves to be the classic it is.

#grim fandango #game review #classic game #lucasarts #manny calavera #original article

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hey! for the cute and unique asks -- 5 7 9 11 14 18 22 26 35 45! i hope you've been doing well and if not here's all the love: xoxoxoxo

Hi!!! omg thank you so much for the asks I’ve been wandering around my house for hours trying to find a distraction because life is terrible right now

5. how many times have you read your favourite book?

My favourite book is actually a trilogy called “Memorias de Idhún” and i’ve read them like 5 times even though they’re like between 500 and 800 pages each part, but yeah I was like that at 15

7. what kind of weather do you like?

I feel like almost everyone here on tumblr loves cloudy and cold rainy weather but I actually love the warmth of the summer (even though it’s boiling right now) but I find it nice because I go to sleep really late and I love to leave the window open at night and feel the chill breeze... but in the end I guess that I also like cloudy and chilly weather because that’s what I just described above, but also because it reminds me of my holidays in the north when I was little, and I’ll agree with you, beaches in rainy days are just magical, just as misty forests... so yeah I actually love that kind of weather what am I saying

9. what kind of weather represents who you are as a person?

hmmm I think that the one I described above, the one that lets you wear summer clothes with a thin jacket on, with dim sunlight slipping through the branches of the trees, a really, really soft breeze, almost unnoticeable, but enough to make the grass flow smoothly, and if you decide to stay home, a light rain that makes the ground smell fresh and earthy....... I don’t know how to describe it

11. what is your favourite song right now?

I’ve been loving Kishi Bashi's latest album Omoiyari, I think it’s phenomenal, especially the song Angeline, so so good, really.

14. have you ever been heartbroken?

Oh, a very relevant question right now since, currently, my heart is completely shattered into a million pieces in a way it had never been broken before. The short story is that the guy that gave me my New First Kiss (mentioned him in the other ask), just decided that keeping a long distance relationship is just “too complicated for him”.

All this after me freaking out months ago precisely because because of this thinking: “how on earth are you supposed to start a relationship just months before you leave to study abroad for a year!!!” but he was like “hey c’ mon but I really like you :(“ and i was like “yeah and I’m sure I’m going to like you as well, and that is AGAIN, PRECISELY, why I don’t want to start this, because I’m going to fall for you and then we will have to break up and I will suffer” but then I thought: “hey you can’t get into a relationship with the initial mindset that it’s going to be temporary because that’s not fair for the other person, and he looks super into you as well!” Guess what happened? After months of a beautiful relationship a month before the end of the semester he said “Yeah a long distance is too complicated for me if we haven’t found anyone by the time we get back I’d like to keep dating you but in the meantime I just don’t see the point” so basically yeah, I ended up liking him more than he liked me (idk if this makes any sense) and now I. Am. Suffering. Just as I predicted because I know myself really well. So yeah these past 2 months have been complete hell to me: I almost failed all my college courses (thank god I ended up only failing two hehe) because I just could not stop crying and worrying while he was able to put all that aside and pass all his courses (which I’m glad about don’t get me wrong but I just want to point out that he didn’t seem to suffer at all) and I just feel worse and worse every day because I feel like a piece and dispensable piece of shit

And before you say anything: I Know that long distance relationships are hard and that a whole year is a lot, but I also think that all that can be negotiated and that people can arrive at a middle ground, but I just bumped into a big and hurtful “no”, and he just expected me to be okay with it.... yeah sure

18. are you spiritual?

I was really spiritual when I was very young but I think that was only due to my Catholic upbringing because now I pretty much disagree with many of the ideas spread by the church (or maybe with the church as an institution). However, these days I am starting to believe that I need to find some “path” in life, in the sense that I need something to hang onto during hard times like these ones, some principles that I live by and that I feel like they need to be “clearer” in my head so I don’t lose my complete sense of self every time something bad happens to me and that is out of my control. I don’t know if that needs to be spiritual by any means, but maybe it will be, I’m not sure, but I want to dig into it.

22. are you an artist?

This may sound very cheesy but I think everyone is an artist in their own way. If you put thought into what you do and make it yours, who says it can’t be art? I myself have always been quite an artistic person, but I have the bad habit of discrediting myself by saying that nothing I do can be considered art, or at least “good art” because I don’t actually have the skills or academic preparation to do it: I draw, but I have no clue about proportions, I’m terrible at freehand drawing, that is, I have zero technique; I dance but I am not a professional so god forbid me from trying to get better even though I know I will never be able to get as good as a professional dancer; the same with music. But despite all this, I draw, I dance and I play and write music and it sometimes makes me feel good, other times bad, sometimes I show it to the world, sometimes I don’t, but just by creating all this I think that yes, I’m an artist.

26. what emotion do you feel most often?

These days? I just have a constant sinking feeling, like the one you feel in your stomach when someone gives you really bad news. All the time. But I only feel this when things are really bad, but that was a constant in my life for many years, so after some time I kinda get used to it and it transforms into helplessness, a permanent feeling of letdown and emotional exhaustion

35. what is your favourite thing about yourself?

With everything I’ve been through these past months (good and bad), I’ve come to realise that when I care about someone, I devote myself completely to them (not in the sense that i “disappear” as a person, but in the sense that I am willing to go to great lengths to be better for that person, to do better, I just try really hard). And despite this, I’ll still think it isn’t enough, so in the end, even though I think this is a good thing, it also drains my soul and emotions a little bit, because sometimes I give all I have and I don’t get the same amount back, not even close, which is frustrating and disappointing because when that happens, all I can think about is “what did I do wrong, what else do I have to give in order to make them happy”. But I just think that people deserve to be treated well with my whole attention.

45. do you believe in aliens?

I know everyone says this but it’s pretty much impossible that we live in such a vast universe and that there isn’t another form of life other than the one on Earth, nah, not possible. But I just find this topic very overwhelming and complicated (science is not my forte)

So yeah this has been my monthly venting (god not even close) but this will do for now. I hope you enjoyed it. Thanks again I hope you have a really really nice day

🍂🍁🍃🍂🍁🌻🌼🌾🌻🌼🌾

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Twenty years of cultivating tech entrepreneurs | MIT News

In 2010, Clarisse Iribagiza was studying computer engineering at the University of Rwanda’s College of Science and Technology. She was intrigued to hear about a program on the fundamentals of technological entrepreneurship offered by the MIT Global Startup Labs (GSL) at her college. “I had never heard of startups, but I wanted to understand what they were about,” she says.

Soon after finishing a six-week GSL stint, Iribagiza, a junior, launched a mobile technology company, HeHe Limited, which became a near-instant success story in Rwanda and spread quickly to other nations, landing her on the 2015 Forbes Africa 30 under 30. “I am so grateful for GSL and its impact on my life,” she says.

Iribagiza told her story to hundreds of participants at a virtual event on Nov. 5 celebrating the 20th anniversary of GSL. Administered by MIT International Science and Technology Initiatives (MISTI), GSL empowers young technology entrepreneurs in developing regions of the world to realize their business goals, leveraging MIT-designed curricula and the enthusiasm and expertise of MIT student instructors.

GSL’s intense boot camps offer startup basics and tailored technical knowledge essential for jump-starting commercial ventures in mobile and internet technologies. In addition, GSL seeds continued homegrown innovation and enterprise, handing off instructional materials directly to partner universities in Latin America, Africa, Europe, and Asia.

Since 2000, nearly 2,500 students have taken advantage of 84 GSL classes. Many of them gain the skills to translate their ideas into one or even multiple startups, creating jobs and forging new avenues of economic development.

“GSL was a lifetime opportunity for me,” says Dumindu Kanankage, a student in the 2011 Colombo, Sri Lanka GSL program, and another participant in the 20th anniversary event. In 2012, Kanankage and three other GSL classmates founded 4 Axis Solutions, a company offering art-centered apps such as Drawing Desk, which has now surpassed 10 million downloads.

The GSL experience, with its built-in business competitions, networking opportunities, and technological training and guidance, energizes students. “I would get up at 3 a.m. and do all my regular coursework before the break of dawn to make sure I had enough time for the MIT class, which felt more meaningful and purposeful than my routine classes,” says Iribagiza.

Her startup notion involved addressing a significant local issue. “Rwanda was still rebuilding after the 1994 genocide and it was difficult for people and businesses to find things they needed,” she says. “I thought I could help.” HeHe, which means “where” in Kinyarwanda, became the mobile app-based distribution service of choice for locating and distributing goods and services, and now claims more than 2 million users across Africa.

African roots

The remote event also featured stories of GSL’s start as a digital technology education initiative focused on Africa. Kenya native Paul Njoroge ’00, Mng ’02, PhD ’10 got the ball rolling in 1998 as a junior studying computer science: “The internet was just catching on, and with Africa lagging in so many areas, I thought it would be important to breach a digital divide already emerging,” he says.

Buoyed by an MIT leadership course, Njoroge and fellow MIT undergraduates built the MIT African Internet Technology Initiative (AITI) to help African students “become aware of how to develop a vision and pursue it,” he says. In 2000, with MIT support, they rolled out their first class at Strathmore University in Nairobi — a course introducing Kenyan students to Java programming, HTML, and Unix, with team-based projects and opportunities to meet with national tech executives.

Yaron Binur ’05, who taught in multiple African AITI classes between 2003 and 2005, recalled his first experience with the program. “I had only taken MIT’s core computer science class as a freshman, and I had to cram to learn Java on the plane ride to Kenya so I’d be ready to teach. That was one of my fondest memories — that hard craziness of MIT and AITI combined,” he said during the anniversary event. Catalyzed by this work, Binur went on to found three startups, including the Middle East Entrepreneurs of Tomorrow, which creates connections between Palestinians and Israelis through education.

Eston Kimani ’05 was already immersed in tech ventures such as MIT’s 50k Entrepreneurial Competition when he signed up to teach AITI classes in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia. “Africa is a great place for an MIT-type brain to go because of all the problems you can solve there,” he says. “It’s like being in a candy store.” Kimani, a serial tech entrepreneur based in Nairobi, co-founded Africa’s Talking, a digital platform for African developers, and is lead founder of Ideas Come to Life, which promotes global e-commerce opportunities for African businesses.

Global ambitions

AITI quickly took root in other African nations, and as it broadened its reach, MIT students eagerly sought opportunities to serve as instructors abroad. One of them was Michael Gordon SM ’02, PhD ’10 in 2007, a doctoral student in computer science. “While trying to deploy mobile health technologies in the developing world I’d discovered that there were problems on the ground that technology alone couldn’t solve,” he says. “I wanted to focus on enabling homegrown innovation around mobile technology, on creating a real-world incubation program for entrepreneurs.”

Gordon developed a curriculum to accomplish this, which became the new model for AITI. He directed the program for the next eight years while simultaneously pursuing his PhD. “This was my first entrepreneurial experience, and I blossomed as a result of it,” he says. “I learned how to launch, sustain, and scale a venture, and when I finally graduated MIT, I was ready to start my own computer security company.”

The learning platform Gordon built evolved beyond Africa, and in 2013, AITI became Global Startup Labs. Today, GSL’s teaching arsenal includes the latest online resources and cloud services, according to Eduardo Rivera, managing director of MISTI’s MIT Chile, Peru, Argentina, and Uruguay programs. “Twenty years ago, MOOCs were not widely available, but now we have really good access to these free online courses,” he says. Incorporating pre-program preparation through MOOCs has allowed GSL to start offering a more complex technical curriculum during its boot camps. Recently, he shared, 12 MIT student instructors taught a remote course on applied machine learning and entrepreneurship, resulting in 11 startups incorporating machine learning into their business plans.

GSL is also experimenting with thematic labs, explains Ari Jacobovits, managing director of MIT-Africa. In Uganda, for instance, GSL partnered with Wilmar, an international agribusiness, and Makerere University in Kampala to offer a program focused “on innovation within agribusiness and agriculture more broadly,” he says. Jacobovits adds that with this approach, sponsors can support activities in a targeted way, forging a better connection to startups to help them solve real-world problems.

The inclination and aptitude of GSL alumni for such problem-solving were on full display even after the formal Nov. 5 event concluded. In Zoom breakout rooms, LinkedIn, and on a GSL Slack channel, participants networked and described their current work. These included Johanna de Jesús Cadenas Zárate GSL ’18 Peru, who sought partners in starting a company to aid small family farmers facing bank debt and starvation due to the Covid-19 pandemic, and Carlos Carrera GSL ’18 Ensanada, Mexico, who shared an app that allows students to connect for meals on college campuses under quarantine. Tshepang Kobo GSL ’16 Johannesburg, described how her company helps people buy online without using credit cards, and Gereltuya GSL ’16 Mongolia, an AI engineer, spoke about her preventive health-care startup.

Perhaps the greatest lesson these alumni have taken from GSL is the importance of paying it forward. “Since my program, I’ve worked in two startups, and I’m now developing a community of innovation, where we teach students how to prepare for college,” says Viviana Rodriguez, GSL’18 Peru. “We’re sharing knowledge, giving people opportunities to connect, to learn, and to transform their lives with technology.”

#cultivating #entrepreneurs #twenty #years #Technology

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(Edit, in hindsight: Go to the read more if you wanna listen to Mist-Jun's autobiography xD! It's oc rambling to the extreme xDD!!)

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...Also, for all we know, our cats are fighting for their lives. Get perspective!

...This song is going to be the death of me& asdfghhkl /j.

It's Reginald! I& think this is the first time I'm& posting about him? He's the leader of an evil organization (which happens to be inspired by Henry Stickmin but different enough I& don't even remotely consider this a thsc au. Let me live.) but the "good guys" made a truce and compromise with them eventually.

Also, like, Cosmicco before the truce was commonly assigned to try to stop their evil plans but...she failed. Every. Single. Time. Constantly. For, like, many many years. But then, Mist-Jun came in and literally made better process on bringing them down on his first try than Co ever did xD

Of course, they (As in, the evil organization that are called the Toppat Clan. Yes, I'm& serious. Don't make fun of me&, let me live) don't get brought down because, yk, truce before that can happen. But yeaaah

I& feel like I& was really cryptic by saying Mist-Jun "came in" so I'm& going to ramble about him too xD

I've& made a lot of drawings about Misty so you've probably seen him before and, if you haven't, just go through my& drawing tag. You'll find him soon enough, I& imagine xD

I'm& going to explain this as quickly as possible, like a recap, so just directly ask for details!

Also, for clarity, Misty's pronouns are like this: The first time you use Mist's pronouns in a sentence, use the masc pronoun/term. Every time after that, use the neutral pronoun/term. (Per sentence). You can use the rest of my& rambling about him as examples hehe

Past life (think of it like a...prequel): So Mist-Jun was a prince but didn't want to be one, right? So he ran away from the royal palace and stayed with a non-royal friend (named Sammy) they happened to make. For clarity, Mist was living on the run and, obviously, he was wanted back. So Harriet sent Cosmicco to investigate and find Prince Mist-Jun.

They're both each other's partners-in-crime so they were helpful and kind to each other mutually but... So, Mist was crushing on Sammy, right? But Mist and he had no official relationship. So Sammy was actually in a relationship with a princess from another kingdom, Susie. (I& can't decide if Sammy and Susie were actually in a relationship or Misty just assumes so because, well...)

So Mist-Jun was understandably upset and actual wishes death upon Sammy out of frustration, when back at the palace. But like, he doesn't seriously mean it. However Co overhears that and is like, "alright BET" and literally kills Sammy cuz that's what Mist wants, no? Mist happens to be in the right (wrong?) place at the right/wrong time and actually walks in on Co killing Sammy (for specifics, she used a sword/dagger/knife and pieced it through Sammy's chest hehe)

Of course, Mist told Cosmicco to flee. So yeah, it was an emotional goodbye but want even more heartbreak >:]? At "Cosmicco's" public execution scene, Real Cosmicco ofc ran up to Misty before he was beheaded and smiled so that the last thing Misty saw was his best friend smiling :3

SO DID I& MENTION THIS TAKES PLACE IN MEDIEVAL ENGLAND-

Yeah, this all takes place in medieval years.

But the god of reactive wasn't giving up (ftr, no one, not even the god of wind, knew he escaped from hell) so he decided to try to kill Mist-Jun "directly."

[I'm& getting kinda bored so think of the next part like MR Hopps Playhouse.]

So yea, all in all, Mist-Jun stole from the other five gods and, in the process, unknowingly negated their powers drastically. But Mist also sealed the hell escapee back underground even stronger so heyy ;)

OKAY OMG- THAT WAS NOT SHORT OR RELATED AT ALL, THAT WAS LIKE MISTY AUTOBIOGRAPHY XDDDD

I& forgot to mention! Misty's memories of his life before being reincarnated felt like only a bad dream until Misty remet Cosmicco and then they could remember yayyy

I'm& kinda really tired but please tell me& what you think of Mist!! Or Reginald, for that matter!

#oc rambling #oc #digital art #oc rambles #ocs #doodle

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Can I ask for one story from the list, too? The " you have no idea about what personal space is and its really distracting when your face is two inches from mine, what if I tunr me head and accidentally kiss you" one?

YIKEA this is from a list a while ago about ways your otp finds each other endearing or something like that (view it here) so yay for starmora having no concept of personal space hehe

anyway, here’s some emotional drunk peter and a nose boop aND I SWEAR THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO JUST BE FLUFF BUT ANGST SNUCK IN AT THE END JDNSBFLNARBNABR

Sometimes, Peter needs to unwind a bit.

The team’s first trip to Knowhere set a sort of precedentfor them—the others go out and drink while Peter and Gamora hang back, usuallyto take care of Groot, but also for some (rare) quiet moments for themselves.Occasionally, the entire team does goout together, but if he’s being honest with himself, Peter enjoys his downtimewith Gamora and Groot more.

But, again, he reallyneeds a break sometimes, considering how tedious it gets leading a group ofassholes. So tonight’s one of those nights when everyone’s out, even baby Groot.

Mantis watches over him at the bar, feeding him ice cubesfrom her water (they’ve learned that Mantis plus alcohol usually equalssomething, uh, just short of disastrous, so, yeah). Kraglin and Rocket aresitting next to them, caught up in their own drinking contest, or something.Peter’s not really sure.

All Peter knows is that he’s standing with Drax on the otherside of the room, watching Gamora come out of the bathroom. She joins the groupat the bar, exchanging hand waves with Groot and sitting down beside Mantis.

Damn. Gamora’s so awesome.Peter’s face feels warmer than usual, but that might just be because of hisdrink.

“I love Gamora so much,” he says hastily to Drax, the wordsrunning over each other in their race from his brain to his lips. He almostspills his drink, gesturing to her with his hand. “Did’ya know Gamora loves meback? Huh? Did’ya?”

“You’ve made that very clear to everyone,” Drax says,confused. “You marched around the ship declaring that she loved you not longago.”

“It was our first ‘I love you’s! I just had to tell everyone,” Peter insists, taking another swig of his…whatever he’s drinking. Alien alcoholdoesn’t always mix well with his Terran biology but, whatever, because eitherway, Gamora, like, loves him. Hiseyes are a little misty at the thought. “Isn’t love so great, Drax? It makesyou feel all…fluffy inside.”

“I do not believe my body is composed of fluff,” Drax says.“But love is a very powerful feeling.”

It’s really sad, though, ‘cause Drax’s true love is gone.And his daughter. Drax was probably a really good dad, Peter thinks. He wonderswhat Drax’s wife was like; he can’t even imaginelosing Gamora like that.

The distance between himself and where Gamora’s sittingsuddenly makes itself very apparent to Peter. He watches her back longingly.

“I miss Gamora,” he mumbles, downing the rest of his drink.

“What do you mean?” Drax scoffs. “She is across the room.”

“I wish she would come over here,” Peter says, distressed.“Why won’t she come over here? I need her over here.”

“Just cross the room yourself,” Drax says. “Walk to her.”

Listen, Peter likes to think he has some semblance of pride left when the team views him as theirleader, but, really, Gamora’s just so far,and he misses her, so he cries. Alittle.

Or a lot. Everything’s kind of fuzzy at the moment.

Drax just gives him a funny look. “Why are you crying?”

“Because Gamora won’t come over here,” Peter says, basicallywhining at this point, but, again,his pride? Probably long gone by now.

“You’re an imbecile,” Drax says, frowning. “Just go to her.”

Peter doesn’t make a move to do anything, but Drax pushes himforward before walking away, in the direction of the others.

Fortunately or unfortunately (Peter’s torn between his lovefor Gamora and his shame because he’s crying in public for no apparent reason),Gamora swivels on her bar stool to look at him, her expression somewherebetween concern and amusement. Peter ignores the people staring at him, roughlyrubbing at the tears on his cheek.

Gamora slides off her seat and meets him halfway on his trekto her. He thinks she’s still sober, since it takes her a while to get drunkand her eyes are as clear and pretty as always. He sniffles.

“Why are you crying?” she asks, a tinge of laughter in hervoice. She lays her hands over his cheeks, brushing away the last of his tearswith her thumbs.

“I missed you,” he says, leaning into her touch. “You werereally far away.”

“I was just on the other side of the room.”

“And you’re so pretty.” He taps his fingers to her cheek,carefully tracing her silver scars. “How are you so pretty? ‘S’not possible…”

“Alright, I think you’ve had enough for tonight,” she says,pulling her hands away from his face. She takes his drink in one hand and his armin the other, then guides him back to the rest of the team.

“Why’s Quill cryin’ now?”Rocket teases, slurred. Mantis pulls Groot out of an empty drink glass whileDrax stares off into space and Kraglin whistles absentmindedly to himself.

“Because we’re leaving now,” Gamora says, looking them over.“Let’s return to the ship.”

Man, she’s even morebeautiful when she gives orders. Peter twists his arm in her grasp to grab herhand, intertwining their fingers. She smiles and he goes a little weak in the knees.

“Peter looks as if he is about to faint,” Mantis observes.Groot stares at him with big eyes. “We should go home.”

Sometime later, they’re back on the ship, and Gamora’sguided him back to their room with one hand on his back and the other holding ametal cup. She pushes him down to sit on the bed and hands the cup to him.

It’s water. He takes a sip.

“G’mora,” he slurs, tipping the cup. She steadies his handjust in time, sparing their comforter from the water that’d nearly spilled.“Gamora, you’re so beautiful.”

“Thank you,” she says, standing in front of him. “Again.”

“You’re really pretty,” he continues. “Both inside and out.You have such a pretty soul. Like my mom did. You remind me of her.”

She hesitates at that. “That…means a lot to me. Thank you,Peter.”

“I love you so much. And your name. Your name’s so badass.Gamooooraaaa…”

He draws it out like a song lyric. She can’t help but smile,rubbing his arm. “Keep drinking the water. You need it.”

But he shakes his head, pushing the cup to her chest. “No, Idon’t feel good. I don’t need any more.”

“If you don’t drink more, you’re going to feel worse in themorning.” She leans in more closely, until their noses are nearly touching. Shetakes his hand, guiding his fingers around the cup. “Drink.”

His eyes are all that moves, searching her eyes, before adopey smile fills his face and he giggles.“You’re so close to me that I might kiss you on accident. You’re in my personalspace bubble. Can we share a bubble? Then I can kiss you all the time.”

Gamora sighs softly. “I think it’s time for bed.”

“Can I kiss you first?”

She raises an eyebrow. “Okay.”

Peter pecks her lips quickly, still giggling. “Can I kissyou again?”

“You don’t need to ask permission every time you want tokiss me,” she reminds, because they’ve long since established that kissing is agood thing. An acceptable thing.

“Okay.” He kisses her again, still smiling like an idiot. (Her idiot, she supposes.) “Again?”

“Peter.” Sheswitches things up, initiating their next, brief kiss. He’s grinning when shepulls away. “Bed.”

“Awww,” he says, slumping. He looks down at the cup of waterthat’s miraculously stayed upright in his hand and raises it to his lips. Sheintervenes when he makes no move to stop,apparently trying to down the rest of the water in one go.

She takes the cup from him and, predictably, he screws hisface up and lays a hand over his stomach. “Whoa. That was a bad idea.”

“You drank too quickly,” she says. She sets the cup down onthe nearest flat surface—the dresser.

He groans. “I don’t feel good, babe…”

“Come on, let’s go to the bathroom,” she says, grabbing hisarm. She helps him up, but once he’s up on his feet, he stumbles off to theirbathroom himself, grumbling the entire way. She follows a foot or two behindhim, stopping in the doorway as he kneels in front of the toilet.

She wonders how many of the others are in a similar stateright now. Maybe it’s time the team swears off alcohol for a while. (There’s noway any of them would agree to that.)

As he starts throwing up, she closes the distance betweenthem, settling on the floor beside him and rubbing his back. He coughs andlooks up at her.

“Babe, this is gross, don’t look,” he says, then turns hisface back down into the bowl of the toilet to continue.

She pats his back. “I’m taking care of you.”

He groans, resting his head on the rim. “I don’t deserveyou.”

“Please don’t cry again.”

He doesn’t. Rather, he heaves again, and she sighs. Terrans really can’t hold their alcohol. It’sendearing, but still worrisome, considering how sick Peter gets more often thannot. She moves her hand in a circular motion on his back.

Soon, Peter’s reduced to dry heaving. He turns to her withred, glossy eyes, looking just short of keeling over from exhaustion. “I hatemyself.”

“You shouldn’t,” she says, transferring her hand to hisshoulder. She squeezes it gently. “Because I love you.”

A weak smile forms on his face. He gives her that awe-strucklook she’s noticed him give before (strangely enough, when he’s looking at her). The side of his head rests againstthe toilet seat, disgustingly, but he doesn’t seem to mind. “Hey. I think I seeit now.”

“See what?”

“Eternity.”

Her heart does this weird jump at the word, because the last time she’d heard Peter talkabout these things—eternity and immortality and everything godly—they’d beencoming off the heels of Ego, trying to make sense of all that had transpired onthat awful planet.

But now, Peter’s face regains some of its usual pinkness,the corners of his lips tugged further upward. He shakily moves his hand to herface, poking her nose with his index finger. “You’re my eternity. Duh. Ego’s stupid. He didn’t show me eternity,I already had eternity with me.”

She blinks, eyes wide. His hand falls to her lap, where herother hand rests.

And then he dry heaves again, face pushed back into thetoilet.

“Peter…” She resumes rubbing his back, quietly turning hiswords over in her mind. It’s likely that he won’t remember them in the morning,but she knows they’re genuine,nonetheless.

(She knows because she feels the same way about him.)

Eventually, Peter’s body settles, and he slumps tiredly intoher arms. He’s practically asleep already, and despite the fact that he smellsof the bar and alcohol, she can’t bring herself to coerce him into showering.That can wait until morning.

“Now it’s time forbed,” she murmurs, turning him so she can loop her arms under his knees andback. He rests his head against her arm as she lifts him, carrying him out ofthe bathroom.

She lays him on top of their bed. He opens his eyes briefly,watching her remove his shoes.

“Babe, I can do it…” He yawns, eyes fluttering back shut.

The next few minutes pass quietly, Gamora prodding him awake(or at least half-awake) to move hisarms and legs so she can remove his clothes and put his sleep clothes on. Bythe end of it, she lifts him up into her arms again and kicks the covers of thebed back. She lowers him to the mattress, pulling the blankets up to cover him.

He sleepily latches onto her hand. “Stay.”

“I just need to change,” she reassures him. “Then I’ll beback.”

He doesn’t say anything, but watches her move around theirroom, throwing his dirty clothes into the dirty pile and removing her ownclothes to go with them. She pulls one of his shirts and a pair of her ownshorts on before sliding back into bed with him, only to find him still awake.

He rolls onto his side and throws an arm over her, pullingher in more closely. She opens her mouth to tease him for his need for a showerin the morning, but as he rests his chin on the top of her head, sighing incontentment, the comment dies on her tongue. She thinks of his drunken mumblingabout eternity again, closing her eyes.

“’Night, babe,” he mumbles. “Love you.”

“I love you, too,” she whispers. “Goodnight.”

Eternity. Perhaps it’s not as awful as their experience onEgo’s planet had made it out to be.

#starmora #peter quill x gamora #guardians of the galaxy #mcu #star lord #peter quill #gamora #fanfiction #tumblr exclusive #LMAOOOOO the 1st part with peter crying was based on an irl friend of mine #who cried to me about her bf being on the other side of the room #while she was drunk #naturally peter would do the same. naturally.#ashthedragon

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Ástríð and My 16th Year Together and Ástríð, Koji and My 2nd Valentine's Day as a Trio

On February 13th, Ástríð and I celebrated 16 years of being together! I love this woman so much. 😊 Here are 16 of my favorite memories of ours... 1. The night before we started dating, Ástríð and I had a day that was filled with lots of flirting and doing general couple like stuff. I told her that I felt like she was my girlfriend for the day. She ended the night by telling me that she loved me and that I was an angel. The next morning, she said if I didn't have a date for Valentine's Day, she would like to be my girlfriend for the day again... I was like, what about just being my girlfriend? 😏 (Smooth!) And so we started dating! 2. Landing in Utah after flying from Illinois and seeing her in the airport, face-to-face for the first time! 3. Sitting in the Zion National Park, with a misty rain that made everything smell of rain and pine and her telling me she didn't want me to go back to Illinois... Me telling her I didn't want to go back. So I cancelled my ticket back and moved in that night! 4. Sitting on our broken futon, eating pizza, drinking Mountain Dew and playing Star Wars: Battlefront together. This was also around the same time we were watching Bleach. I don't know why this stuck out in my head so much, but it's still one of my favorite memories. 5. Cleaning the houseboats when we worked seasonal jobs in Halls Crossing. Sneaking our salads for lunch on the boat and sitting up high, watching the water. 6. Speaking of Halls Crossing, moving there, being distraught (on my end) over the state of the trailer we got and Ástríð calming me down by putting on a funny show, preparing a big bucket of bleach and water and having us scrub everything down. Once we did, we lit incense and started decorating. I loved that trailer after. 7. Our wedding! I mean... Obviously. 8. Driving down old country roads with our favorite CD in and the smell of wild sage in the air. 9. Our first tent and sleeping under the Moon and stars!

10. Playing chess while smoking our hookah and drinking coffee. Was a little ritual of ours for a while!

11. All of the beautiful handmade gifts that Ástríð has made me and also the gifts she's given me in general. Especially my engagement ring! In a tiered star box for Yule.

12. Our first time going through the local corn maze! I held her hand so tight, hehe! Also, I guess this is a sneaky extra: our first time and well, every time we've gone to the garden park.

13. Going with Ástríð to her first appointment to get started on HRT. I was and still am SO proud of her! 14. Talking before falling asleep. I often fall asleep during our talk, which sounds kind of rude, but it's just because I'm so happy and relaxed. 15. Going outside in the back yard during late Autumn, talking about Guitar Hero while Ástríð smoked her pipe and I took some puffs to try the yummy tobacco. 16. Everything. This gorgeous woman has so much love for me in her heart, supports me, comforts me and so much more. I love her! 💕 Bonus: Adopting all of our babies with her! Sadly, I don't have many pictures of these moments. I lost a LOT of them when my old computer nearly burst into flames. 😔 A lot of these were also before Instagram, etc. so yeah. But that's okay! We'll have a lot of pictures of all our coming special moments! 😁 And for Valentine's Day, here are 14 of my favorite memories of Ástríð, Koji and I! 🥰 1. Ástríð telling Koji that her heart went doki doki for him, being the first one to say something! 2. Remembering as I woke up the morning after the three of us started dating that "oh my gosh, this is REAL!" Such a wonderful feeling! 3. Koji coming on voice reallyyyy late after an extremely busy day to tell me he couldn't go to sleep until he heard my voice. 4. The first time the three of us watched something together as a trio! (I hear triad is the typical word, but I just like trio.) We watched Mr. Moon: "The Candle Man Can" - The Movie. 5. Koji giving Ástríð and I our own little places in our manor on Elder Scrolls Online. Not to mention the Sanctuary becoming our home IC even before we started dating. Ástríð got a Necromancy tower complete with her fox Gekkers and I got my meditation room.

6. The first time we all fell asleep on voice together! Plus waking up together while still in voice! 7. All of Koji's extremely sweet words to us. He's so loving, supportive, sarcastic, funny and just the perfect husband ever. He's heard Ástríð and I at our worsts and he's stood by us and helped us. 8. Koji doing the BEST murloc impersonation and me drawing a concept he had in his head of a professional murloc on his way to work. 9. Koji recommending us his favorite novels, even before we started dating. One reason why I fell in love with him was because of his interest in anime, wuxia and some xianxia novels and his PvP skills. It's because they made up a part of him, that I fell in love with him because of them. Does that make sense?! I hope so. The first novel he ever recommended to me was Warlock of the Magus World. 😊 10. The ghost kitty we bought on Elder Scrolls Online. For our 6th month anniversary, we got the ghost kitty so that we each had one. Anniversary cat! 11. Becoming Mimi and Niki's mommies. Mimi and Niki are Koji's kitties and he's suuuuch a good dad to them. I love his love for them and Ástríð and I love them as well!

12. The first time Koji sent us his picture. HE'S. SO. HOT. He told us he looked like an anime character and we believed him, but we weren't expecting the absolute hotness that is his face and body. I don't share pictures of him on here yet, not unless he's comfortable with that, but if friends ask - I definitely send them a pic! This was totally me the first time we saw him:

13. Learning more about him, his past, what he does like, what he doesn't like, his beliefs, his attitude, his humor. To me, each story is precious. From the serious to the silly and so are all of our moments together. Whether it's just being close and being quiet while the other is doing something, reading together or having him do this dance in the middle of the plaza on Dauntless. ._. I'm going to get another gif of Ástríð being with us soon!

14. A secret but a REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY GOOD SECRET! I hope you enjoyed reading more about my little family. 🥰 I love them SOOOO much!

#Anniversary #Valentine's Day #Ástríð Koji and I #Our Babies

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