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moongreenlight · 6 months

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I love your work about the 141 gossiping about Ghost, love the concept of him having a “secret wife”.

Please please please write more with “secret wife y/n”, I beg of you. 🙏🏻

ANYTHING FOR YOU, ANON. <3 Ghost and secretwife!reader are my sweet babies I love them so much.

Tw: blond Simon & smiling Simon. Read at your own risk.

If there’s one thing Gaz knows how to do, it’s shut the fuck up. And if there was ever a time to employ that skill, it was now. Now after he’d been frozen watching the two of you reunite after a close call. After he’d discovered your dirty little secret. Suddenly feeling like Icarus after flying too close to the sun. Hurtling back down to earth. He was certain that when he moved there would be a crater under his feet where his stomach dropped.

He’d gone so green that another nurse came up and gently tugged on his arm to see if he was alright. He snapped his jaw shut, nodding and mumbling something that didn’t sound anywhere near reassuring. But he forced himself to leave the medbay. Left the two of you behind the curtain, where in his final glance back he saw that your feet were still neatly on top of Ghost’s big boots. Pushed up on your toes to be able to wrap your arms around his shoulders.

He made some excuse not to meet with you that evening. Could barely look you in the eye when you caught him in the hall, looking significantly more cheery than you had been that morning. You pried, asking if he was alright, feeling his forehead with the back of your hand, but he claimed the stress of their mission had just hit him and he really needed to sleep.

It took him weeks to get over the initial shock. Couldn’t stand next to Ghost during conditioning. Made a point of sitting catty-corner to him during meetings and in transit so he had the least chances of accidentally catching his eye. Feeling like he’d deeply bastardized the idea of ‘Ghost.’ Blurred the lines between the man Gaz knew and the man he was in private.

He tried to reason with himself. Keep it fresh in his mind that he’d seen the signs, just hadn’t been able to fully connect the dots by himself. And it was an accident. He’d never intentionally pry into either of your personal lives like that. It wasn’t in his character. There was nothing innately wrong with the two of you hiding a marriage. Probably would have been an HR nightmare. Gotten both of you re-stationed. He was certain you both had a good reason to hide it. And there was no better person to find out than him. He’d actually be able to keep it a secret. Soap would immediately run his mouth. Get on the intercoms and scream the news as loud as he could. Price would pull the both of you aside and try to have some heart-to-heart. Not that it wouldn’t have been nice, it just would have felt too forced. Wouldn’t have served any real purpose.

So eventually he gets over it. Never pressed you about your marriage again, and you never seemed too keen on following up his request from months ago. The dust settles in his mind. He shelves the information like an old book. Life goes on.

And then the weather turns. Starts getting colder. The first few weeks of cold after summer where the wind stings a little more. Finds it’s way through jackets and uniforms a little more artfully. Soldiers are catching ill and passing it around like it’s a competition of who can infect the entire base. The medbay is busy, but a different kind of busy than summer when it’s an optimal time to see missions through.

The medics are tasked with rounding up all the soldiers on base and issuing flu vaccines to hopefully prevent further spread. You trudge to Price’s office in the early morning. He notices you look a little pale. The rims of your eyes and tip of your nose are blotchy. A gentle shade of pink that he assumes is from the weather or the cold you were bound to catch. You chat for a bit, catch up because you haven’t had the opportunity for a few weeks. Let him know that he and the boys need to make their way to the bay for their shots at some point.

You feel a little woozy. Pressing into his doorframe for support, white-knuckling it to keep yourself from swaying in your spot. He looks a little concerned. Asks if you need to take a few days away to recoup. You wave him off, tell him it’s nothing you can’t handle, but he insists on walking you back to medbay. And he’s glad he did because on the short walk back you find yourself having to duck into a dark meeting room so you can vomit into a trash can.

He keeps a steadying arm wrapped around your waist when you stumble back out into the hall. Shaking his head when you profusely apologize. Slowing his normally long strides so you were comfortable. Gently lets you down on your own cot and instructs you to stay where you are while he goes to find a few other doctors that can delegate your work for the day between them so you can have the day off.

He sends you home despite your protest. You’d already gotten your color back. Claimed you must’ve had something off to eat. He wasn’t having it. Said he wouldn’t have his best doctor spreading sick because she’s too stubborn to get off her feet for a few hours. He’s a bit more stern than usual because he knows you won’t listen otherwise, but he brings you a ginger ale and sits next to your bed until you’ve finished it.

Later that day, when he and the boys finally get around to the bay for vaccines, he notices the way Ghost’s eyes dart around like he was looking for something. His shoulders tensing when he sees your station empty, and moments after he’s taken his shot, Price sees that he’s slunk off to a corner to make a phone call.

He doesn’t think much of it. He’s been trying to give Ghost some space. So he just shrugs it off. Let’s him finish up whatever he’s doing before they get back to work.

The boys have gotten in the habit of taking a week off as the snow melts. Just before Spring brings rain and the soft buds of new leaves on the trees. Unofficial tradition proposed early on to have a few more days rest before things inevitably picked up again. Usually gave the boys time to kick off to visit family or get some well needed time away from base. Get in a well needed break because God knew they wouldn’t be able to for the foreseeable future.

Soap finds himself a little North of Manchester in his time off. Went out to see his godparents in Bolton for a couple days before getting back up to Iverness to see his parents. Meandering through a supermarket to pick up a bottle of wine for his godmother and a bottle of bourbon for himself. Could have sworn he saw Simon turning a corner at the end of the aisle. Chalked it up to a trick of the light. Seeing things after months of close quarters with his L.T.

But then he saw the man again. Stood in line at the butcher’s counter. No mask, but the same crooked nose and cropped blond hair. Same scar hooking his jaw. Swapped out his uniform and gear for a thick leather jacket, white shirt, and a pair of jeans. Would have been unrecognizable if Johnny didn’t know him so well.

He was about to head over to say hello. Make some wise crack about Ghost missing him too much, but he was stilled for a moment when a woman approached Simon. Pushed her cart up next to him and nudged his side with her hip. Prompted him to give her a small smile- the only smile Soap had ever seen Simon grace anyone with. No teeth, just a curve of his lips, but it changed his face completely.

Ghost said something to the woman. She reached up to fuss with the collar of his jacket. Johnny saw her shoulders shake slightly and heard the quiet tinkling sound of her laughter. Completely shell shocked. So imagine his surprise when the woman turned away from Ghost and it was you. Only you looked wildly different. He knew your face well enough, but after almost six months not going to the medbay on a weekly basis, something had changed.

Even wearing an oversized sweatshirt he could see the way it pulled taught against your swollen belly. Saw the way your arm was cradling it like second nature. He didn’t even realize that the bottle of wine had slipped from his fingers until he watched Simon’s head snap toward the sound. Ears perked. Tense like he’d suddenly flashed onto the battlefield. His eyes went wild for a moment as he scanned the busy aisle, calmed only a degree when he found you.

It’s like that Spider-Man meme where the three of them meet and point at each other. Johnny’s smiling sheepishly (for once), your jaw is dropped in surprise, and Simon is glaring daggers at Johnny like somehow it was his fault that you were all in the same place at once. You’re the first one to move. Rushing up to him as quickly as you could- now moving a bit awkwardly with the disproportionate weight of your pregnancy on your front. Asking if he was alright. Grabbing his hands to make sure the glass hadn’t cut him.

Simon tailed you like a hulking shadow. Glowering down at Soap something fucking ferocious. Didn’t even give him time to tell you he was fine. Pulling you back behind his arm by the wrists with a kind of gentleness Johnny had never known the L.T. to possess. You twisted your face in displeasure, batting his hands away and stepping back out from behind the wall that was your husband. Ignoring the wine and the soft crunch of glass under your shoes.

And to Soap’s absolute bafflement, Simon stood down. Didn’t try to yank you back, didn’t voice his protest, just drew his mouth into a hard line and let you push past him. He was speechless. For what well may have been the first time in his life, John MacTavish had no words. Couldn’t apologize for the mess. Couldn’t crack a joke. Couldn’t even say hello. He was pure dead at a loss.

Somehow, he allowed you to guide him away from the mess he’d made- staining the waxed tile a muted crimson even after the disgruntled looking employee came over to mop it up. Found his voice in your tugging him along after you and Simon to the checkout where you insisted you’d pay for the bottle of bourbon he’d managed not to send careening to the ground. Tried to tell you no, but you’d already sent it down the belt. And by the time you’d rooted through your purse in search of your card, Simon had already finished paying and was tucking his wallet into his back pocket.

Shuffled out with the two of you into the car park. Making a point of putting distance between himself and Simon who was pushing the cart with one hand and had the other planted firmly on the small of your back. Always walking on the side of oncoming traffic.

Johnny tried to keep up with your conversation. Asking him about his break. Where he was staying and for how long. How had he been. But it was tense. He could feel Ghost’s eyes on the back of his head. Burning through him. Making him feel like he had a target tacked to his skull.

He said a quick goodbye when Ghost helped you into the passenger seat of your car. You said you’d see him soon enough, said if he had any extra time before they went back he’d have to come by for dinner. Simon closed the door before you could say anything else. Looking monumentally irked.

The two men stood in suffocating silence while Simon unloaded the groceries into the trunk. Johnny tried to ignore the glinting of the silver band on the L.T’s finger. Caught the light every time he set a new bag in the back. A little unsure if he was being dismissed or if Ghost was just waiting until he was certain you wouldn’t hear the lashing he was bound to receive.

But it all stayed relatively calm. Maybe the eye of the hurricane. Simon pushed the bottle of bourbon into his chest before swinging the trunk shut.

“Appreciate if you’d keep this between us.”

Ghost spoke first, the words sounding a bit sticky in his throat- like they didn’t want to come out.

“‘Course.”

Johnny’s voice wasn’t much better. Both of them shifted on their feet. Not use to this kind of conversation. Uncomfortable being pushed from their usual dynamic.

Simon just nodded, moving to push the cart back to the corral. Johnny followed.

“How long you been keepin’ this in?”

“Which bit.”

His response was flat.

“Dinnae, L.T. Seems yer a man o’ mystery these days.”

Soap prodded, unable to help himself. A smile crept into his voice.

“Don’t push it.”

Simon bit back.

“Bonnie thing for a brute like you.”

“Johnny.”

“Looks ready’ta pop.”

A harsh sigh from Ghost. He reached into his jacket pocket like he was going for a cigarette. Tightening his jaw when his hand showed back up empty. He hummed his agreement.

“Few months.”

They’d reached Johnny’s car by this point. Just a few rows over in the car park. Stood by his driver’s side door shuffling their feet once more.

“Ken it’ll turn out like you?”

He couldn’t help but ask. Never pictured Ghost the fatherly type, but the idea was growing on him now that it’d been planted in his mind.

“Hope not.”

Simon gruffed back. Johnny snorted.

“Boy o’ girl?”

This earned him a nasty look, but he figured he was in deep enough as it was. No harm in asking.

“Girls.”

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gojos-thot-patrol · 9 months

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HII!!! and happy birthday to you ♡♡ i love ur works sm, for ur special birthday event, could i request — ryomen sukuna, mean, " i love you, and you don't deserve that " ?? AGAIN, HAPPY BIRTHDAY AND HAVE THE BEST YEAR!! (｡>﹏<｡) feel free to change it up! you're the birthday author afterall<3

AHH these are late, but in my defense I got very drunk then had to work off the hang over lol.

that being said, thank you so much Nonny!! This is so sweet and I feel kinda bad because this one got pretty dark. Trigger warnings for Domestic abuse, non con/dub con implied, emotional abuse and manipulation, and yandere themes. you have been warned, Dead Dove, Do Not Eat.

Now Presenting...

Starring: An cold complicated Ryomen Sukuna, taking it out on a Reader that doesn't deserve it.

There were few things on this earth Sukuna found more vile than humans. Maggots, maybe, but at least maggots served a purpose- they were important to the nutrient cycling of many ecosystems. But what the fuck did human do? They destroyed with reckless abandon, conquered without a second thought, and bread like roaches to continue the destruction long after they were gone. They were creatures of hate. And maybe that’s why Sukuna couldn’t stand them. They were just a little too much like him.

That was all with one exception. Y/n was a human that challenged every thought he had about humans. She was kind and generous, but still not afraid to get her hands dirty for what she believed. She proved that much when she ran out to stop him from destroying some elders home of all fucking things. He didn’t know what was funnier, that she thought she could challenge him, with her meek frame and zero battle experience, or the look on her face when he threw her over his shoulder.

He had planned to throw her to his hoard of underling curses and let them tear her limb from limb. A fitting punishment he thought, she wasn’t really worth his effort. When he got to the throne room, he looked down at the writhing mass of curses below the tall platform his throne sat upon. He watched them all move as one, entangled together in a breathing wet sea of shit and hunger. They needed to eat.

And then he looked at her. The way she clung to his arm, the genuine terror in her eyes. She didn’t look like she had before on the battlefield, so willing to give her life to save another. Now she looked as if her entire being was made of ice and terror, as if she’d shatter if the breeze blew the wrong way. He felt a tightness in his chest, like some otherworldly being was pulling the sinew that laid there apart, cord by cord. And he threw her into his sleeping quarters instead.

And ever since that day all those months ago, Sukuna had been complicated. A fucking human complicated him, it was almost comical. He caught himself being vulnerable around her, and he coludn’t fucking stand it. For every quiet sweet moment they had, he had to double down with two or more acts of brutality to make himself feel better. Except, it never made him feel any fucking better, in fact it made him feel actively fucking worse. The betrayal and hurt behind your eyes always made him feel minuscule, and it only made his hate of you burn even brighter.

It was moments like these that made his skin crawl. When your head was resting on his chest, arms wrapped around your body as best as they could be, legs still trembling in the aftermath of your shared sin. When he realized his heart was calm, and his claws didn’t crave blood in your presence. His reaction to comfort was always visceral anger.

“Get off of me wench.” He growled, jerking his shoulder up and launching you out of your near sleep state. You looked so hurt.

“Oh, this again?” You muttered.

“And what the fuck is that supposed to mean, Whore?” Sukuna scoffed, unable to believe you felt comfortable enough to talk to him with such a tongue.

“Nothing.” You sighed, shaking your head and trying to turn away from him. You didn’t get very far before his talons were digging into your shoulder, forcing you to face him again.

“No no, If you’re going to say something, say it. Don’t try to take the cowardly way out now.” He warned. You shook your head, knowing better than to make eye contact right now.

“I just don’t want to fight-”

“Oh, you think this is a fight?” He laughed, “that would almost be cute if it wasn’t so pathetic.We don't fight Y/n. You forget your place, and I remind you of it. Fighting implies you to be my equal, which you never will be.” he said, his voice dripping in condescension and laced with contempt. His poison shot straight into your heart, coursing through your blood and to your tongue. You were so tired of his bull shit.

“Oh, really?! Is that what happens?!” You laughed back to keep from crying, “Because from my view, You realize you have a heart and get so scared of it, you have to hurt someone smaller than you to feel like a man aga-!” Yea, you weren’t shocked when he struck you. You held your face, knowing there would be a bruise you could take fingerprints off of forming. You’d long since become used to his treatment. He grabbed you by your hair, yanking you to look at him. You could feel individual follicles being pulled from their roots as he raised you off the bed, as he drank in your scream as if it was the finest of wine.

“Listen here Brat,” Ryomen always had a way of making even the most mundane words cut into your soul, “You’d do well to remember who the fuck you are talking to when you speak to me. I am not your friend, I am not your lover, you are fucking nothing to me. You’re less than nothing to me. Wrong me a-fucking-gain and your villiage won’t stop finding pieces of your body.” He snarled, throwing you off the bed.

You braced for impact, but that still didn’t stop the collision from sending sharp waves of anguish through your already bruised ribs. You took in a sharp breath and tried to keep the tears swelling in your eyes from spilling over. He wanted you to cry. You wouldn't give him that satisfaction. You got to your hands and knees as quickly as your body would let you, then sat up as best as you could.

“Do you know what your problem is Sukuna?” You mumbled from the floor. He raised an eyebrow at you, genuinely shocked you had more to say after that. Normally, physical violence shut you up pretty quick.

“And what is that Y/n?” He asked. You took an edge breath in.

“Your problem is that you don’t want to keep being a warlord. You’re tired of it, it bores you, you want to do something else. You found something that only makes that feeling stronger. And you can’t stand it! Because you don’t know who you are. You have no idea who Ryomen Sukuna is without the power and the blood thirst, and that fucking terrifies you.” Sukuna didn’t even argue, and he wasn’t surprised you read him so clearly. You had always seen through him as if he was nothing more than a fragile bubble.

“And do you know what my problem is?” You growled. You waited all of 3 seconds before responding to his silence, “My problem is that I love you. And you don’t deserve that.” A chuckle left Sukuna, but it was humorless. His eyes didn’t hold any anger or angst, he looked as if he was made of stone. He finally got up from the bed, and moved to you. He crouched down to be at your level.

“Things are only going to get worse for you from here on out. I hope you're prepared.” he said, zero emotion making its way to his voice or eyes. He pushed you onto your back before standing up again and leaving the room. Once he was back in his own sleeping quarters, he punched a hole in his wall.

How fucking dare you tell him you loved him! Who the fuck did you think you were?! And why the fuck would you confess that after he threw you to the fucking ground? As if you were nothing more than a used cum rag! He roared as he ripped some random piece of art off the wall and smashed it against the floor, splintering the wooden frame. Your words kept echoing in his head, phantoms that wouldn’t let him rest. I love you, and you don’t deserve it.It made him sick. Because he didn’t deserve it. And because he loved you too, and you truly didn’t deserve that.

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holylulusworld · 7 months

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Serve your soldier - Kinktober 5

Summary: The world order changed.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x fem!Reader

Rating: Mature

Warnings: angst, mentions of character’s death, mentions of enslavement, implied past dub-con, dystopian world, kind of master/servant relationship, power imbalance possessiveness, jealous Homelander, implied smut, cockwarming

Kink: Collars

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

The world order changed. The Supes took over the world and left nothing but burned earth and broken dreams. A world without hope was the result.

Enslaved by the powerful creatures, the only purpose of normal humans is to fulfill their masters’ every wish. Even if this means letting them kill you.

You are no exception. Born into this world you waited for one of the supes to choose you as their plaything or maid. Whatever they’ll see in you.

Your life never belonged to you. From your first breath to your very last it will only belong to your supe. Eternally.

Three years ago, two simple words changed your life forever. “That one.” Soldier Boy said, before the supe you feared the most, Homelander, even got the chance to look your way.

Soldier Boy isn’t a nice guy either, but you saw, heard, and witnessed what Homelander can do to a woman. He easily gets bored with the girls he chooses and gets rid of them the easy way.

A broken neck is the only thing you could pray for if you ended up in his clutches. But the monster with platin blonde hair likes to play with his victims and to make them suffer.

“I’ve got to attend one of their parties,” Soldier Boy draws at his cigarette, blowing the smoke into the air.

You watch him leave the bed, lips parting as your eyes land on his naked ass. “If you keep on looking at me like that, kitten, I’ll break you even more.”

He flashes you a smirk, but you know better than not believing his words. You learned your lesson the hard way. Soldier Boy is not like Homelander, but he’s not your friend or lover.

This man owns you. Body. Soul. Mind. If he wants to kill you, no one will stop him. You’re only a toy to him. If he gets bored, you’ll get replaced in the blink of an eye.

“You’ll come with me tonight,” he casually says, making your heart race. You heard of the parties the supes throw. Nothing good of course. At least not if you are not one of them. “I want you to stay by my side. You are to be seen, not to be touched.”

You’re unsure how to react. He wants you to come with him, but no one is allowed to touch you. “Yes, Soldier Boy.” You smile sweetly, making your cheeks hurt. “All for you.”

“Stop with that nonsense. I don’t want you to talk like one of the others,” he snaps his fingers in front of you, taking you by surprise. You always wonder how a bulky and tall man like him can sneak up on you so easily. “Speak your mind.”

“I’m…confused…and scared,” you choke out. “I’m scared of him…” Soldier Boy nods thoughtfully as he cups your cheek with his large hand. “He’s…scary.”

“He’ll not touch you. You are mine,” he whispers in your ear. “No one but me touches you. No one else ever has. Say it.”

“I’m yours, Sold-“ you moan into his mouth when he crushes his lips onto yours. “Only yours.” He climbs on top of you, lips dominating yours.

“What do you want, kitten? Say it,” he nips at your lower lip, pulling it into his mouth with his teeth.

“I want only you,” you breathlessly reply. Only a kiss and you are already on the edge. “Please. I want you inside of me.”

“Fuck,” he curses against you as you spread your legs to let him settle between your thighs. “I can’t have you now. I’ll break your sweet cunt if I fuck you again.”

“Hmm…” you don’t care. If he takes you, it’s the only time you forget he’s not your lover. You get lost in the feel of his body on top of you and the pleasure he presses out of your body.

“We need to get you clean and I got a surprise for you,” he grins against your kiss-swollen lips. “You’ll love it.”

“Please…” You whine.

“If only we had time. My dick is rock hard for you, kitten.”

You’re unsure if you like your outfit. If you can even call it that.

Soldier Boy chose a crisscross crotchless and open cup gartered teddy with an attached pair of leashes.

“What is it, kitten?” He chuckles as you look at yourself in the mirror. “I want them to see what they can never touch.” Soldier Boy stands behind you to cup your tits with his hands. “I’ve got something nice for you. Wait.”

You take a deep breath and just try to survive this night.

“Here,” Soldier Boy puts a black lockable slave collar around your neck and locks it with a small heart padlock. “It’s silver and leather. Only the best for my pretty girl.”

You swallow thickly as you look at yourself in the mirror again. You look exactly like all the other girls out there, serving their masters.

“See, my name is carved into the heart. Only I can unlock it.”

“It’s very nice,” you mumble, unsure if you like the gesture or not.

“To keep you safe. It means no one but me can touch you,” Soldier Boy hastily explains. “Come on, give me a smile. I spent two days looking for the perfect collar.”

“Thank you.”

He huffs. “I thought you’d like it…”

“I like it,” giving him a half smile you hope he’ll not get mad at you. Maybe this is his way of showing you that he at least cares for you to a certain degree. “The heart is pretty.”

“All for my pretty girl. You deserve only the best. Maybe we should get a matching chastity belt. You can hide the key and I’ll try to get you out of it,” he pecks your neck, nibbling at your skin. "I love me a challenge."

“Finally,” Homelander spats the moment Soldier Boy guides you inside the huge ballroom. He looks at you with hungry eyes, drinking every inch of your mostly exposed body in. “And look at the gift you brought me. She even wears a heart.”

He steps closer, shamelessly presenting his naked body to you and your master. You try to ignore that you can see his erection and the fear creeping into your mind.

“Fuck off,” Soldier Boy slaps Homelander’s hand away when the supe tries to touch you. “She’s off limits. I’m only here to make sure you don’t overdo it again. Last time the cleaning took a week.”

“What do you mean? We share. All of us,” the blonde sneers. “You can’t present your whore like that and expect me to not fuck her.”

“Last warning, get lost,” you whimper when Soldier Boy wraps his arm around your shoulders to guide you toward his favorite spot in the ballroom. A large plush sofa, reserved only for him.

“Hey, don’t walk away like that,” Homelander grunts. “I’m talking to you.”

“Fuck off and find some hole to fuck,” Soldier Boy tells you to sit on the sofa as he plops down to enjoy the show.

You glance around the room, pretending to not see all the bodies grind against each other. It’s an orgy. Several women and men are copulating on the carpet. You don’t recognize them, but you assume all of them are masters and their servants.

“Boring. All of them.” Soldier Boy says as he turns his attention toward you next to him.

“What do you want me to do?” you whisper, afraid to speak any louder. “Soldier Boy?”

He unbuckles his belt and shoves the zipper down. His erection springs free, making your mouth water as you reach out for his cock.

“Come here, take your throne,” Soldier Boy grasps for you to bring you on his lap, helping you sink onto his cock.

“I want you to keep me warm and enjoy the show. And after they are all done, we will show them what sex should look like."

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twinanimatronics · 2 months

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If you think about it, all of Eclipses other deaths have been rather instantaneous. Getting expelled wasnt painful I think and the orbital laser would be a flash of pain then nothing, like Lunars.

And while we're talking about dead from the protagonists. For all the BS Sun got for killing BloodMoon (who was being more of an active threat than Eclipse was to Lunar), it was ALSO quick and instant. And while granted, Moon has had a life of ups and downs, the fact that he didnt prolong the agony of the person he hates the most is worth noting.

So when Lunar (Mr. "Sun killed so hes no better than Eclipse" btw) decides to kill somebody, he does it in a manner that is more akin to the violence we've seen from BloodMoon and Pre-Lunar KillCode regaining OG Moon.

Yeah

And like—

When Sun killed Eclipse by banishment (if V1 didn’t end up mangled in the woods from him messing up the spell at least) that was instant and done by Sun who regretfully told him he had no other choice.

And when Sun went to kill Eclipse at that bunker with the chaos emeralds for what he thought would be the second time;

He was quick about his attempt to kill him then with immediately stabbing and destroying the computer he believed Eclipse was inside of. He wasn’t doing it to even the amount of suffering, he was legit just trying to do what he thought would be best to protect himself and his brother at the time. He didn’t get any enjoyment out of it.

But Lunar?

Lunar made the death torturous for Eclipse V3

A death that didn’t even need to happen and served no purpose other than his own gratification and self-righteousness.

And he ENJOYED IT and LAUGHED about killing an animatronic man who was no physical threat to him and nothing more than an asshole cat walking on two legs and had the ability to talk.

Lunar enjoyed killing V3 more than New Moon enjoyed the death of V2 who was an active threat at the time.

And that’s not speculation. This is based off my rewatch when I wrote the lore entry for that arc. All New Moon did was comment on how satisfying it was before immediately turning his attention to Solar and retrieving him from where he sent him to keep him from also being targeted.

Even though he didn’t need to since Solar popped back in on his own and decked him before they started discussing the other threat they still had in Ruin.

But here’s the other thing with that death:

We all know that death was instantaneous and painless. Because Solar Flare pulled Eclipse into their shared mind and assured him they could not feel pain when Eclipse asked him if death would hurt.

The same cannot be said for Eclipse’s THIRD death.

His death delivered by Lunar was the first one that ended up physically, and possibly even emotionally, hurting the most based on Earth’s eyewitness testimony.

And Eclipse was certainly still feeling it when he forced himself back online in his new body.

#tsams #sams #the sun and moon show #sun and moon show #laes #tlaes #lunar and earth show #the lunar and earth show

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More Reading Thoughts: In the House of Tom Bombadil

BEHOLD! ANOTHER CHAPTER! We’re making it at a magnificent clip nowadays

Eyyyy it’s Goldberry!

Frodo surprising himself with the poem that springs out of his mouth when he sees Goldberry will never not be hilarious and adorable

It does beg the question of where the heck that came from. Does Goldberry just have that effect on people? Does it have serving to do with Elf magic, like she implies? Does Frodo just have that accidental rizz?? Who knows!

Frodo: “Who is Tom Bombadil?” Goldberry: “Well, he is, of course, silly :-D”

Mighty convenient that Tom has exactly four beds for the four travelers

They DO take a bath before supper >8-D (Don’t mind me, just a comic idea percolating in my head. Some of you know what I’m talking about.)

Tom was waiting for them. Tom was waiting for them. He’d heard word that the hobbits were coming. He wasn’t actively trying to find them, but he wasn’t surprised when he did. I don’t know why that enchants me so much.

Merry and Pippin like “AAAHH NO DON’T TALK ABOUT THE WILLOW TREE” is simultaneously hilarious and heartbreaking depending on how you look at it

Heeheehee nightmare time

Frodo has a dream about Gandalf and Black Riders. Hmm, pity. You’d think he’d have a nightmare about water, given his near-drowning and the way his parents died…but I guess this is important for foreshadowing purposes.

Pippin has a dream about being inside the tree. He feels surrounded and afraid. Understandable.

MERRY has the dream about water and drowning?? Shut up!! If I were him, I’d be way more disturbed that a freaking tree was IN MY HEAD and threatening to kill me!!

“Sam slept through the night in deep content, if logs are contented.” Hilarious 🤣

Much apologies to my girlies on the server who headcanon the hobbits with phobias corresponding to the four elements; sadly, Tolkien is not on the same page as us this time.

Tom: “You’d better not be late to breakfast, or you’ll get nothing but grass and water!”

See, Frodo gets it. Rainy days are awesome. They are beautiful and force you to slow down and admire the world.

“The trees were here before you, mind, and they don’t much care for your shenanigans!”

Ooh, so the Barrow-wights are the ghosts of dead kings that the Nazgul woke up. Fascinating.

Nothing makes the world of Middle Earth feel old and rich in history more than Tom’s stories

Goldberry’s hand being partly translucent is such a vibe

WAIT. Tom and Goldberry. Differences. Tall and short. Blonde and brown. One graceful and ethereal, the other down to earth and joyful. Working together, not in competition. Frodo and Sam. SHUT UP GUYS I’VE CRACKED THE CODE—

Tom is friends with Farmer Maggot!!

FARMER MAGGOT HAS SPOKEN TO GILDOR

Dang where’s my fantasy epic about Farmer Maggot you guys

And this is the part where Tom puts the Ring on his finger and doesn’t disappear, and if they’d ever included this in the movies it would’ve destroyed the gravity and mystique of the Ring altogether

Merry having to bite back a yell like “HOLY CRAP FRODO’S GONE” 🤣

WAIT I CAN MAKE THAT ANGSTY TOO aw heck the brainrot is setting in

“Frodo laughed (trying to feel pleased)…” Relatable, Frodo, relatable

Tom: “And remember, DON’T GO NEAR THE BARROW-DOWNS!” Meanwhile, the hobbits, in the very next chapter:

#tom bombadil #frodo baggins #meriadoc brandybuck #merry #peregrin took #pippin #samwise gamgee #lord of the rings #lotr #my writing #chapter review

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The World You See | Prologue | Seokjin | BTS OT7 x Reader Fanfiction

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CONTENT WARNING

This story has explicit descriptions of death, drug use, alcohol use, addiction, sex, language, mental illness, suicide, and other possibly triggering content.

If this will effect your well being in ANY WAY, PLEASE DO NOT READ!

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ABOUT

Genre ☆ Fantasy / Romance (Fanfiction)

Rating ☆ Mature (18+ Minors DNI)

Pairing ☆ BTS OT7 x Reader

Story Type ☆ Angel BTS (AU)

SUMMARY

You've always seen the world a bit differently than others. It was like your magic power. And maybe that was why only you could see the lights that night. The big, astronomical explosion of lights that rained down to earth in colors you had never known to have existed until now. Little did you know about a divine destiny beyond your wildest dreams, and seven angelic beings brought down from heaven to guide you.

Apparently, the world is ending, and they're convinced that you're the one to save it. All you have to do, is figure out how.

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11:55 p.m.

It was a surreal feeling, watching a house fall to ash around him.

If it weren't for the excruciating heat and the carbonyl fumes, Kim Seokjin might have found the whole experience... pretty. Poetic even, like a dance. A dance between creation and carnage, an inseparable pair, who waltzed among the earth in a chaotic symbiosis.

One nursed life whereas the other bred death--polar opposites yet, they could never exist outside of each other. Without life, there'd be no death. Without death, life would have no purpose. An extraordinary affair that lay tale to an unbreakable bond.

Marvelous.

Bewitching.

Uncanny.

A terrific performance, and Seokjin had an unparalleled point of view.

Caged in by fire from every side, his body was splayed on the hardwood floor, brown eyes captivated by the sultry, orange glow above. Plush pink lips parted in awe as a single tear rolled down his cheek, stunned by the sheer magnificence of it all. The flames ruthlessly sought to consume, snapping and crackling as their heat devoured whatever they could find. Eventually, the man knew he'd be found too.

He wasn't afraid, though.

As he laid there to bare witness, Seokjin realized it wasn't as bad as he imagined it to be. Dying this way. The pain was irrefutable and his existence begged for release, lungs aching for clean air as they filled with more debris. Slow, painfully slow, he could feel the flesh start to drip off his bones, first degree burns tattooing his skin.

An unrelenting agony, yet his opinion spoke of worse ways to go.

Or perhaps he thought as such being that the feeling offered a... familiarity of sorts. Meat cooking around bone was a sensation he'd grown unnaturally used to. Fire's were his job, after all. Vanquishing them to be precise, nearly a decades worth. And if he learned anything in those ten years, a gluttonous blaze served only one purpose, to destroy.

Carnage.

Which is why Seokjin felt the fire to be completely immaculate. It was merely fulfilling its role in the universe, dancing the part. Nothing personal. As a matter of fact, the man only had himself to blame. He shouldn't have returned to disturb its process. How stupid of him, letting his ego cloud better judgement. Not as if he hadn't been warned, the man was just--

Too

Damn

Stubborn.

"YA! KIM SEOKJIN, YOU IDIOT, COME BACK!" He could still hear the voice of his senior, screaming after him, begging him stop. But Seokjin hadn't stopped. Hadn't gone back.

He never listened.

11:58 p.m.

Coughing weakly, Seokjin turned his head to relieve some pressure weighing on his chest. Every inhale spent his declining energy, as the smoke and monoxide exhausted his lungs. Fatigue ghosted the crests of his lids and he felt an obscure fogginess sink inside his brain, vision blurring like a camera out of focus.

There wasn't much time now.

"That is just like you Jinny. Always acting first, never thinking things through. You be careful my boy, that'll getcha dead one'a these days." His mom had cautioned. She had been joking of course, though he now felt a cruel sense of irony in her warning.

Nevertheless, Seokjin held no regrets. There was nothing to regret.

Life had been generous to him, Seokjin had no complaints where that was concerned. A loving family, good friends, and a job that rewarded both his pockets and his soul. Even if it meant dying right here, the man would do it over again in a heart beat.

Obviously, he wished for more time to enjoy it. Meet a nice girl, get married and have a few kids. Continue to help more people along the way. Eventually retire and settle down, live out the rest of his days in peace. Hell, maybe grow some vegetables in his backyard and take those cooking classes he'd kept putting off.

Maybe in the next life.

11:59 p.m.

Moments later, a loud, blasting noise ascended from the foyer below. Distant voices grew closer, approaching the front of the house. Seokjin's ears perked, catching the sounds with a gracious smile. He recognized one of them, his senior.

Feeling thankful for his colleague's loyalty, Seokjin tried to get as comfortable as possible. They'd find him in about fifteen minutes. Soon enough that he'd still be a handsome corpse, but the man was realistic. His life was beyond salvation, though at least his mother will be spared a charred carcass to identify.

Seokjin sighed contently, the rise and fall of his chest pulling him further into the floor. The heat sweltering his flesh dried him up from the inside out, fair skin turned red and raw. Gradually, it had become miserable simply to remain alive.

Even so.

Despite enduring all that pain, at the same time it felt as if he were in no pain at all.

The next thing he knew, Seokjin began to drift away. As his eyes fluttered shut, the last thing he saw was a brilliant, hot flash of light. Whether a trick of his mind or an figment of reality, the color was something he'd never seen before. An impossible color, and that elated him, swelling his heart with joy. Because for some reason, that was the last bit of assurance he needed to completely let go.

So he let go.

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load-theloading-artist · 1 month

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Hello hello everybody,

It is i, load.

Who is currently dealing with stuff related to that of art, where it is a being a bish.

to compensate, I'm making text posts instead, Hallelujah.

ANYWAY, i have some thoughts

about Mirage...

I feel so bad for Mirage. There was actually a lot of potential for her that wasn't used. 😞

She really could've been used in the story, theres plenty of ways of how. And interactions and scenarios she could've brought. She's a magical cat for crying out loud! An entity known as a spirit by the Daemos! AND APPARENTLY A RARE TYPE OF SPIRIT TOO! Leif said so!

And yet she does nothing. She doesn't even get double digits of screentime, i don't believe.

She ends up serving no purpose to the story. And I consider it a writing crime that the only purpose she had was for MARKETING.

She was used for being turned into a marketable plushie 😭😭😭

Additional info that confuses me:

In episode one, where Lady Grandma is the only one left and before the portal closes, She orders Mirage to protect the group, and Mirage goes through the portal.

But this scene implies that Mirage is Lady Grandmas familiar. Or Guardian.

And in episode four, where asch is about to use his fire magic on ava after she provoked him, rhys yells out to him to stop, and wittle bwack cwoud with fwoating eyes knocks the two away from eachother and then stares at them in a corner stwikeing fear into their hwearts...

Oh look its a really gorgeous kitty! (i LOVE Cloud Kitties' design gosh shes beautiful.)

But. The part that then confuses me:

Is neither Asch nor Rhys RECOGNIZE HER.

(I personally dont see it, Asch knowing her, because it seemed he was more embarrassed of showing he thought she was cute, rather than actually knowing her. Idk if it's me not getting social cues, though. Perhaps he was embarrassed to know her? Im not sure why he would be embarrassed, though... this also kinda disproves Her being his familiar that Lady Grandma ordered Instead. theres also additional interactions that are missing to prove this is the case. But back to our scheduled program; )

???

What? What do you mean they don't???

We have implications that she's Lady Grandma's familiar!

And perhaps Asch doesn't know his grandmother very well or isn't as close to her until more recently.

But RHYS OF ALL PEOPLE, her MOST TRUSTED student/disciple, should recognize Mirage!

And yet he doesn't! So Lady Grandma kept mirage a secret from rhys??

Why??

These spirits that tend to become Guardians seem to be general information. It wouldn't be suspicious to have a familiar?

Instead, perhaps a sign of respect, as they seem to respect spirits in general! (This would've been cool worldbuilding, a familiar binding to you being a sign you are someone to respect because they respect you.)

Unless she intended Mirage to be an ace up her sleeve? that not even Rhys could know??

*sigh* Sorry, my logical side of my brain is spiraling.

Mirage deserved better, and an actual purpose to the story!

Actually, heres some ideas;

SHES the only way Rhys and Lady Grandma could actual communicate. Rather than... that uh.. bathroom scene.. with the mirror.. and..

I uh get the reference to the mirror, alike "oh a mirror is a connection to a different dimension"

But perhaps Mirage could've acted alike the eyes and ears on earth for Lady Grandma, though maybe it leaves Lady Grandma back on daemos in a vulnerable state, so she must do this sparingly (ignoring the whole magic is going extinct bit...)

Perhaps Mirage could've translated Lady Grandma's words to Rhys via something like telepathy. ... basically, Mirage being used as a phone but with video and extra steps.

Additionally, she could've been used to letting Rhys know something has happened to Lady Grandma. That would be a fun scene.

Rhys talking to Mirage or just hanging out with her until the music stops, it goes silent for out of the blue mirage telepathecally speaks her own audible words;

"Danger. Lady Grandma's (life) is in danger."

Hahaha...

Though i like the idea Mirage does not have the ability to speak. But can communicate in something akin to like sandman or sandy from rise of the guardians. (It's a good movie, has some flaws, but it's a good watch.)

Maybe she can, but it's more like audio clippings from things she's heard to communicate.

Or even, with her dreamscape esque design...

She can communicate through dreams. Perhaps Rhys is asleep, but he dreams of Lady Grandma being in danger. Thanks to Mirage!

Actually. I would love for her to USE some abilities herself. Ya know?

Maybe she can make people fall asleep.

And so maybe Asch gets too violent at some point, and she just kinda.. knocks him out. With her tail like a baseball ba-(im jk)

Perhaps she can lay on someone and purr, and her purr magically heals people~

Maybe she can create illusions. Who knows!

But please, she deserved to be a proper character apart of the story instead of a tension breaker or marketable plushie... *sigh*

Anyway, apologies for my rambling. I just... i have SO many thoughts related to My Inner Demons. And i plan to one day speak about it in full (but possibly still in parts) when i am able to.

#my inner demons aphmau #aphmau my inner demons #shush load #eyyy 3am posting gang where you at/jk #my sleep schedule is DESTROYED #i am now nocturnal #help me (without useing a baseball bat #or mirage)#love y'all #enjoy! hope you have a good day/noon/night!.#also. whats your thoughts on mirage? eheh

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Inspired by the wonderful work of Tuna, and prince fyo and the numerous contributions of 🌺 with this ask and this ask + 🩹 ask

Links bc tumblr nerfted this once:

For prince fyo: https://www.tumblr.com/spacexseven/716304129101905920/ik-the-royal-au-is-my-ida-but-i-wanna-hear-more-of

🌺 1: https://www.tumblr.com/spacexseven/715673822625513472/im-the-possibilities-are-endlessss-like-at-first

🌺 2: https://www.tumblr.com/spacexseven/715545715174146048/this-is-not-a-request-but-like-im-rambling-my

dazai 🩹: https://www.tumblr.com/spacexseven/716312685221920768/tuna-tuna-princes-and-knights-you-are

Excellent Pieces and excerpts from the first fic:

“the maids that giggle about how weak he looks. even the other nobles don't hide their insults, spreading rumours that tarnish his reputation and drag his name through the mud though they knew nothing about him.”

“ as far as you're concerned, his highness prefers working from the shadows. he isn't as popular as the other princes, nor does he have any offensive skills to show—his influence is weak and his demeanor mild.”

“ He liked watching you leap up and put your life before his, even if the slightest scratch you received in return would lead to the complete annihilation of the person who planned the attack.”

“ He liked knowing that you had already dedicated your life to serving him. and if letting you believe he was weak would mean you coddled him even a little more, he didn't mind keeping up the appearances for a little longer.

“ but the charade had to end someday, and as he observed the look of admiration and surprise from you, who was witnessing him for his true nature,”

🦄: Okay! so this was a major inspiration for the rumors section of royal au. I liked the idea of rumors both by the public and more fabrication for power. I took some of the ideas presented in this concept fic and Used them for the au, especially with the Dazai and Fyodor section. Most of the princes have some drama in their lives and are considered black sheeps by the royal court of the kingdom. Fyodor was and still is one of the most ominous and dangerous of the princes, but he isn’t omniscient. The plan for “this” Fyodor is vague because I wanted to make space for any future installments or ideas expanding by anyone who wishes to add more thoughts to this au (feel free anybody!). However, something that was previously done in the drafts of the aus was him not being completely human (as the rumours say). The finished piece i sent you was running with idea that Fyodor might’ve be a homunculus of some kind, similar to Albedo (Genshin Impact) or a clone situation like Chuuya (underrated aspect of his lore) — or the fact that Fyodor might be a regressor or a transmigrator like Sigma. I also thought briefly in older drafts that Fyodor was a demon king who died and reincarnated every hundred years to attempt and restore his glory but fails as he get thwarted by a holy knight, but I didn’t want to put the Knight Darling into the ringer (Dazai does that for me).

on the princes:

🐟: chuuya my beloved :( cannot believe darling killed him bfr!! and the fact that he was genuinely trying to warn them about dazai </3 chuuya feels a lot more human than the others (ironic bcs of the 'imposter' rumors lol) but i cant help but wonder how different things would have been if darling followed chuuya instead of dazai…

okay so first: “ chuuya feels a lot more human than the others ” — YES! Thank you, this was on purpose and I'm glad I was able to properly showcase it. Chuuya is the most human and down to earth out of all the unhinged princes, but he still has red flags that don’t get shown because he dies early on in most timelines for being a slightly better human.

however, In some early drafts: “Chuuya is pretty to look at, and you wouldn’t have minded waking up next him if you didn’t know about the rotting lookalikes that lay chained to the chamber’s of his manor.” Uncanny valley “Chuuya.” my beloved + Draft! Dazai: “It’s a nightmare that you live between both reality and delusion. You lead each fair maiden and gentleman — sacrifices — into the maze and watchas Dazai lets the chain go off Akutagawa. The screams that follow always haunt you as you close your eyes”. The og drafts had awful royalty dazai that hunted people for sport since some of those “rumors” held some truth + plus cursed! aku. As you know by the previous answer, Fyodor has also gone through multiple different ideas, but frankly just thinking about an ambitious, always wanting and scheming human Fyodor is already enough nightmare fuel as it is.

Okay, So if darling followed Chuuya, Darling would end up dying. Chuuya is cursed by “something” that actually consumes anybody that takes the place of a “lover” by chuuya sides. As long as Chuuya doesn’t think about anybody as a “lover” the curse won’t affect them, but the moment Chuuya falls in love and starts fantasizing about Darling it always ends up with them dead. Rip Darling. Because of this, Darling never really gets to be a personal knight to Chuuya via Sigma intercepting and making sure Darling at least gets to live for a couple of more years.

Sigma is always working around this, and at the knight pledge event chuuya was out because his winery had been spiked and burglarized. Sigma is a good prince who’s acting like a guardian angel for Darling. So Darling would probably go for it (50 - a no for guilt of the past, but 50 - for yes for redemption) but it’s unlikely since Sigma will do anything to ensure darling’s survival. Sigma is always in bcakground, stressing and gathering more trauma with each loop he fails.

And yes, this the curse is somewhat of an open secret, and Dazai did have Chuuya Killed off partially because of this. He noticed Chuuya Attraction towards what is “his” and didn’t need the danger attached to it to possibly harm darling so chuuya had to go. (and if that information came from a certain jester attached to the hip of the fourth prince — well, he merely heard it from someone who told someone else about the rumours)

Chuuya was also aware of the possibility of a fellow “imposter” but didn’t know which prince it came from. All the princes have suspicious and secretive origins. Chuuya was searching for a fellow “outsider” as he saw himself be. rip chuuya. however, he is pretty unhinged later on when he gets to live longer.

🐟 : I love prince dazai :((( even if hes a little bit scummy i adore him and his terrible ways <3 love the idea of him picking out a weapon for darling and engraving his name onto it before giving it to them like a constant reminder of whose grace they're under ahh the thought of him avenging everyone who hurt darling even after their death is soo yummy loosing his mind bc the guilt and the way he failed to save you is eating him up. (also the line; a different monster will lead you astray is soo mmmm)

Thank you! I genuinely had a lot fun writing for the Dazai part, lowkey got converted to the Dazai base via 🩹 and their dazai asks. They really fueled a lot of Dazai’s character when I went to look back to see how Dazai would act and behave. You mentioned how Dazai would feel about breaking his darling, and even if in this au Dazai is slightly Yan (more scummy and unhinged than full yan (for now)) that did inspire me to make him the “first love that betrayed” trope in typical manhwa otome isekai. Chuuya would contrast him by being the “green flag” of the duo. The collar asks also came into play because I was super duper close to writing Dazai collaring the Knight as a sign of ownership before backpedaling into a dagger. I’m a coward Tuna. I love it when in media Lovers use or push away their beloveds and lose their mind when said beloved dies by their accidental plans backfiring or going the wrong way than what they expected. its so good watching them lose their minds be it self destructing or destroying everyone else.

And yeah: a different monster will lead you astray - I loved that line and i had to rewrite some aspects of the au to fit it! im glad it stood out of you too!!

🐟: i love the comparison of fyodor and dazai, how darling 'chooses' fyodor this time bc they see dazai in him...also very curious that his death was overwritten in their memory hmm i wonder why. i think maybe the fact that fyodor was weak and seemingly defenseless except for his words and his charm, unlike dazai who always seemed to be dangerous to everyone, was what ultimately attracted darling this time? maybe they want to believe he would need them more than dazai did, and wouldn't betray them after all?

Yes! Darling likes feeling needed. They also were looking for someone they deemed as good natured (🫠 yeah…) and they found it within Fyodor. However Darling is very unreliable and actually went with Fyodor because he’s filled with rumors to brim like Dazai and is unconsciously searching for pieces of Dazai in anothers and immediately ignores the red flags and pledges their loyalty and support to Fyodor. They know deep down that it’s their past going to repeat itself but it feels familiar and so much like dazai. They need to feel like they won’t be thrown away and Fyodor doesn’t have as many allies or any true allies that have enough political or physical power, so maybe Fyodor will hesitate with throwing them away unlike Dazai.

(Darling is really going through it. They have abandonment and trust issues.)

Fyodor and Darling are using each other and exploiting their weakness but it's also depressing because they’re getting closer to each other than anyone else before (rip sigma). Fyodor likes the fact that Darling needs him and depends on him. He starts leaving some blindspots open because he knows Darling will cover them. There was a situation in which darling got poisoned and all hell broke loose. Darling doesn’t recall this as they were astral proejecting via poison, but they remember a “weird dream” where fyodor was nursing them back to health before an odd jester would come at night and babble about a life in “Yokohama?” 👀

Fyodor killed the og “sigma” because he was useless and cruel, someone who was unnecessary and incompetent in every manner. In return by sacrificing the soul of the crown prince, he would get “an all powerful and amazing ally that would bring anybody to their knees.”

and… he got sigma.

anyway to mister sad isekai himself!

🐟: i love love love prince sigma. seriously he'd be pretty good at it, with his dedication to his post, if not because of his general insecurities. i wonder who's really pulling the strings here, fyodor, nikolai or someone else? im really curious about nikolai's part in all this...sigma realizing he and darling are connected by fate and death and all else is insane!! makes for a great development. because now not only does his life (and return to life) depend on them, it's in his best interest to keep them by his side. seeing them work for fyodor hardly eases his mind, however, because he knows the fourth prince has something else planned, and maybe he already is aware of sigma's connection to darling...?

Crown prince sigma is one of my faves in this au. He’s very dedicated and attempts to be somewhat of a neutral party as the crown prince and avoiding conflict with his rival princes.

THEY ARE (somewhat unfortunate) SOULMATES!!! Sigma is doing his best while navigating his whole isekai life experience and is going through it x100 because the one person he loves can’t stay alive. It doesn’t help in some timelines darling manages to get hitched be it the princes or some randoms (see: ex-prince candidate and former archduke turned scholar fukuzawa, scholar apprentice ranpo, rival scholar and poet poe, investing nobleman fitzgerald, ex-prince candidate and wandering plague doctor yosano, royal detective and ex-consort candidate ayatsuji, consort candidate tsujimura, Poet and court lady Kouyou, commoner turned errand boy atsushi, that one weirdo novelist conman who disappears and makes really weird face (sigma got conned by oguri in a timeline and keeps a grudge and it grows worse when you and oguri get together), and the list keeps going on and on. darling is a popular suitor who pulls people in by their whimsical and depressing hopeful desperation for a place to belong and feel needed in.)

Sigma does keep knight darling close and he struggles with reputation since his memory grows fuzzy with each timeline that keeps happening. Is he the hated crown prince or the glorious king? Sigma doesn’t know.

Darling did ran away only once with Sigma. It was the quickest death for both because all that sigma remembers was a coat and booming laughter turned into anguish sobbing.

and now, drumming sound: about our dear jester and favorite clown man, Nikolai knows more about the time shenanigans than Fyodor. and from all the little bits and pieces i have been throwing around in here, you can already tell that Nikolai isn’t a good person in this cursed au.

He isn’t happy about it, but Nikolai personally kills knight darling in all the timelines. He won’t allow it to be done by any other hand, it has to be his own hands that take their life. so why does he kill darling? because darling is his sk darling and can’t stand a life where they’re “confined” to another.

yeah, buckle up because its gonna get weird. my brain likes making everything complicated and nonsensical.

Nikolai recalls a life where he fell in love with a serial killer. In this life, their relationship in a city, yokohama, and culture and jobs are different. He is happy and free with his beloved. He even has a dos-kun! Happy, happy, happy! He can’t recall how it happend, but sk darling dies, and then Nikolai dies. his memories blur after that. he can’t remember anything after sk reader’s death.

He’s reborn in a world where only the powerful get chosen and rule.

The original crown prince candidate that stepped down to become a mere royal jester. oh the drama! His name is forgotten, only to be linked back to a jester and few nobles who share bare minimum of similarities. The suprise he feels is all to real when he meets a baby version of prince fyodor. It hit it off like always and it all comes coming down when that prophet comes into his life.

A prophet, who only appeared in the original and first timeline because Nikolai is always careful with making sure in snapping his neck before he can arrive to the palace and utter those cursed words.

“A knight born on the day of origin of the kingdom with the past of hunter will lead the kingdom and the future king to prosperity as long they blossom by the side of their true king. the world will wither and break if the tyrant king takes the throne.”

Among the hundreds of people and millions of citizens, only one person who was found to have signed up to be knight. Among the thousands of people it could’ve been it had to be his beloved.

The look that Fyodor gave him when Nikolai fell to knees and laughed like madman is one that Nikolai will never forget — especially the confused and scared look that darling had which contrasted and rivaled the annoyed, confused, and slight murderous look that all the other princes had.

It was a bloodbath and the worst timeline. His darling was treated more like a prize than a person and watching them wither away, killed something inside him. It was awful to watch darling lose their freedom and be confined to a place to ensure they keep the prophecy into the “proper road.” lest it becomes a tragedy. They take darling’s freedom away and with it, something breaks inside their mind and something else stirs inside. something awfully familiar. However this Nikolai is kinder and even has a far better sense of “morals” as this Dos-kun comments. So, naturally he does his best to save his beloved even if it always end in futile death. People grow desprate when they’re cornered and neither darling, nor Nikolai are any different than them.

It ends with Nikolai holding you each night as you weep miserably for him to end it all. Eventually, the treatment of being seen as a prize and tool for the princes and members of the court take their toll on you, and you simply stop talking.

In another world, Nikolai committed many, many awful crimes, and who would ever say that Nikolai can’t simply do it again? nobody. And so nikolai drowns himself in red and magic that resembles his old ability.

(what nobody else but Nikolai knows in the distant future: Every time darling wakes up from their dreams, they feel less hopeful for something. they notice the way people move, speak, and sometimes they feel so vex for magic users who are simply so.. so, so, so boring! they have abilities why do aren’t being creative with them?)

It didn’t matter how hard he tried but his plans always seemed to fail even with outside help.

In the original timeline that his darling lived: the world ends with a familiar grin painted on their face, even the kindest and most patient of people grow tired and apathetic into brutality after facing so much. they dance together as the world gets destroy and Nikolai wakes up once again.

and again. again. again. againagain-

it’s rather easy for someone already toeing the line between delusions and reality to lose their minds when they’re stuck in a bizarre time loop.

Nikolai isn’t sure what is causing the time loop, but he is aware that only he is able to properly recall it. until he arrives of course.

The he bumbling, buffoon, arrogant, and downright idiotic crown prince sigma is trying his best. an anomaly is occuring and Nikolai is losing it. He tried everything. he’s killed the princes. destroyed the kingdom. cursed the kingdom. saved the kingdom. acted as the king. married his darling, and yet everyone still dies no matter what he does.

Sigma remembers too. His darling is remembering as well, but it’s different. Instead of standing by Nikolai side… darling always seems to be pulled by sigma, and that is perhaps the final straw that breaks the camel’s back.

This Sigma who almost broke and brought back some sort of relief to darling, but it wasn’t him. it wasn’t nikolai who was next you.

(why can’t they see that he’s saving from the awful imprisonment that has been placed on them? they’re so caged into a loop that doesn’t change no matter what they do. and even if does change if darling gets with sigma, Nikolai can’t and won’t accept that. it wasnt love at first sight the first life and neither in the second one, but they eventually got there, didn’t they? So in this 100000th life Nikolai will make sure the two you get the proper life you both deserve)

I’m sorry if this all confusing.

and to explain the whole drafting idea, ahhhhhh here: okay to explain just how unhinged and confusing this au became i give you the backstory that came into existence via your birthday in 2 hours and 34 minutes.

This is an unhinged au because it’s actually an sk au in disguised, and i throw you the utter nonsense this au started off with: originally an ability user got the dropped on sk reader and some of their suitors and they woke up in a hazy like dream world where they played out the storyline. This idea then spinned out of control into an isekai au with sigma dying via getting murdered by sk reader and nikolai (they were on a date) and sigma waking up in a parallel universe. It got more derailed into a sigma isekai horror plot with an omniscient nikolai who remembers all the timeline and is attempting to bring back his “darling” (see: sk reader) via terrible time loops and mind breaking them. Something about soul swaps and sacrificed people with a literal devil! Nikolai and an uncanny valley, not human, creature being reborn into prince! fyodor. It was meant for more horror and yan centric, but I also wanted more mushy and fluffy vibes (wow wasn’t fluffy through the angst??/joking) so i decided to give more redemption and background to the characters instead of having a purely outsider horror pov.

so does draft! nikolai kill darling for them to “turn” into sk darling?? yeah kinda but nikolai also loves this kinder aspect of darling so he conflicted and mourning it. and then it went into the world end and darling having to meet their proper soulmate to save the world, but nikolai doesn’t believe in soulmates but im freedom and choice.

this au spiral from the first idea into multiple different aus in a matter of minutes since i wanted to give you something fresh and new instead of any of my backlog stories or unfinished wips for your birthday. It literally got out of control and I had to revise and rewrite until I found it worthy enough to get sent out as a present for you.

None of my ideas are though out. i think about i once and write before putting it in my notes and never checking about it in months. I think you’re far better about this than me. most of my things are wips. we’re both doing our best and wishing you luck and happy days to come!

my brain is a little hamster ball that spins and ends up everywhere and anywhere.

I’m so so sorry Tuna about me rambling in the ask box. I just had a really wacky and fun time writing this concept for you - 🦄 (Tumblr pls don’t nerf this)

you know the first time i tried answering this my laptop crashed and because of that i will be trying to keep this reply concise TT i think it may be the size that it couldn't handle </3

quickly before we start. i need to take a moment and say Wow because this is 3k words in an askbox and if that number isn't surreal i think the fact that you took almost 3 hours for the original ask is?!?! absolutely insane. that is an astounding amount of dedication and i suddenly feel a little shy and i wish words could encapsulate how much joy this brought me. (after all, i am a reader before a writer, and who doesn't enjoy getting to see such wonderful ideas?) so much respect to you and thank you so so much, really. it's amazing to see what you have and i'm really so honored to be able to see and respond to it like this :)

fyodor lore...i think regressor fyodor may work, in which case i believe he will be the first to realize that he's not the only one who remembers his past lives. maybe this could work into why he's so involved with sigma and darling, despite them not having any reason to be connected w each other. it must be irritating to know that both sigma and darling play a role in his plans, because they become an unpredictable variable now. sigma, at least, remembers a lot of his deaths and lives, so the only way fyodor can rein him in is by keeping a close eye on him.

darling is an anomaly, though, since they don't appear to remember more than the first life with dazai. based on sigma's Many deaths, I'd suppose there are more where darling has experienced, but can't remember, for some reason or another. i'm inclined to believe a certain prince with an affinity for magic may have something to do with that, or perhaps it's the new court jester whose gaze doesn't seem to leave darling...except, that's not even their first life, is it? they've probably lived a hundred more without knowing. which is crazy...

i like to think there was a life where darling stayed by fyodor's side forever, but even as he achieved his plans and became king, there's nothing that changes. he just wakes up to see darling in their ordinary uniform with their ordinary weapon, and no sign of the sword he gave them, but the hope that he could win them over again is all he needs to try again. maybe the memories linger, and sometimes darling walks past fyodor's room only to suddenly remember a time when they were knelt by fyodor's bedside and huh? when did that happen?

the cursed aku thing reminded me of the minotaur story </3 poor aku i'll save you </3 (adds him to the list of Characters I Will Save)

chuuya's curse is...interesting. i doubt he'd be able to live long with a curse like his, because how does he know it only kills a lover he has? what if he believed it may kill anyone by his side? so, if there's any one who doesn't die, he might begin to believe that they aren't entirely loyal to him, hence why they weren't dead yet. eventually the loneliness and paranoia gets to him and he's just destined for a tragic end either way. the greatest mercy for him is a death before he learns the true extent of his curse. but chuuya is really clever, so i guess it's inevitable that he does realize what his curse is. either way, it's a miserable existence. :(

because fyodor easily views everyone else as pawns, i don't think he'll be so upset at the idea of darling using him to satisfy whatever feelings they have. maybe they hope to learn why dazai betrayed them by working with fyodor, if only to satiate their own curiosity. it doesn't matter, anyway, because fyodor ensures that once darling takes the pledge to put fyodor's life before theirs, they would only have eyes for him.

(and… he got sigma. i'm crying about this line. come on fyodor, it doesn't get better than sigma :>)

omg...sigma...all his lives are angst-coded. him having to watch his literal soulmate fall in love with some less than favorable people (but it's worse when darling falls for the actual good ones, the ones he knows will keep darling happy. it hurts because he knows he can never give darling that content lifetime with no worries about crazy jesters and cunning princes). at the very least, he hopes to break the curse so at least one of you could be happy.

ultimately his role has always been for another; a replacement for the previous crown prince, a pawn for fyodor, and now, he exists as darling's counterpart in this strange revival/death thing, but he doesn't really mind when it concerns them. for once, he plays the role of the protector, of the one in charge, and they aren't privy to his plans. and he knows his intentions are pure, his role in their life will always be of their own benefactor. he's the one who makes sure they don't go hungry in the lives they're imprisoned or banished, and he's the one who ensures darling and their partner live well in the lives they leave the palace. he's the one who stops them from getting too close to chuuya, and tries to ward off fyodor's watchful gaze (unaware of his knowledge), and desperately attempts to keep nikolai away. but after all this, he cannot ask them to pledge their life to him, not after knowing the cruel end darling will face by doing so.

this nikolai twist is Insane. Like woahhh where do i go from here?!

i think nikolai carries a lot of resentment at himself (and the world) because of how his life w sk darling ended. why didn't he save them? why did he end up here? how did things turn out this way? and he's more infuriated that the once free and unreadable soul, bloodstained and calculating, that lured him in and trapped him all those years ago became...this other person, this foolish, compassionate knight of all things. it's quite ironic. darling still kills now, but not because they can, not because they want to, only because they have to for whichever pathetic prince they've decided to serve.

and it's horrible because here, darling has never done anything to warrant such a cruel fate, but they've been subjected to a painful life as long as the stupid prophecy exists. he wonders, bitterly, if this is their past catching up with them, punishment for a crime they don't even remember committing.

but as the lives turn by and everyone takes notice of darling, nikolai finds himself starting to learn more about them, too. he learns that their eyes burn with the same silent fury when anything irritates them, that their lips curl in the same way when they notice something amusing, and that they're still just as dedicated to their work, whether it be murder or serving a prince. and i think. nikolai feels some guilt for starting to like knight darling, who's more compassionate/warm than the original sk reader. maybe he feels like he's betraying them by doing so, because he may have 'reverted' back to his 'original' state, but darling is entirely different where it matters. this darling doesn't understand his ideas and thoughts, they would never approve of his crimes, and worst of all, they don't even care for him.

not once in their many lives did they spare him more than a single glance, except when he killed them to reset the timeline. and each time, they looked at him like they didn't understand, like they couldn't recognize him. but when sigma came in and started helping, darling recalled those moments. even when serving fyodor, they seemed to remember their past. but not with nikolai.

he's not sure what's worse; falling for someone who will never understand him, or having someone not even remember a single moment after spending thousands of lives together.

#ask 🐟#anon 🐟#bsd 🐟#sk reader au 🐟#i think #🦄 anon 🐟

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give-soup-please · 2 years

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Sorry for my English.I really like what you write and I thought... The narrator that meets y/n depressed because it was a terrible day and terrible people, generally upset and tired. Possibly passes the Narrator for a few seconds.

Narrator With a Reader who is so Depressed they Accidentally Ignore Him

(if i didn’t write this right, please send me another message when my inbox is open)

Today had to be the record for the worst day you’ve had in a long time. Work was overwhelming, gossip had gone around your jobsite that made you look like the bad guy, your manager was being an asshole and wanted you to cover odd shifts that you weren’t able to, you weren’t dressed properly for the weather and were sweating buckets, and your to-do list was expanding way faster than you could possibly be expected to keep up with.

You felt brittle and exhausted, and wanted nothing more than to eat some dinner, hop in the shower, and sleep this wretched day away. Everything sucked.

You were so focused on your own emotions that you didn’t notice the narrator was trying to catch your attention.

“Reader, ah, reader? I-” You walk right past him, completely absorbed in your own thoughts. He’s shocked. You’ve never just ignored him like that before. He’s a mix of bewildered and a little hurt. He follows you, calling your name.

“Reader? Reader, why are you acting like this?” You still aren’t paying attention. The narrator begins to get nervous. You’re not under the effects of the skip button, so why…?

He clears his throat, drops his voice a quarter of an octave, and speaks loudly. “READER.” You jump, noticing him for the first time. “Narrator? How long have you- Have you been talking long? I’m sorry.”

If he has visible eyebrows, he’s raising them now. “Back at last, eh? What on Earth had you so occupied that you couldn’t hear me?”

You grimace. “I had a really bad day. Like, a really, really bad one. I guess I got so occupied with my thoughts that I wasn’t paying attention.” Your frown deepened. “I wasn’t doing it intentionally, I promise. Are you alright?”

The narrator freezes. His brain rapidly cycles through several responses before settling on-

“Oh no, you’re not distracting me like that.” He seizes on your confusion and pushes on. “If you’re so focused on your bad day that you can’t hear me, who will listen to my majestic voice? You are going to tell me about your day, and we’ll work together on cheering you up from there.”

Something inside him settles as you fill him on what’s been happening. You’re giving him eye contact, you’re alert, you’re centered. He doesn’t want to talk about his anxiety, not right now. You gave him a slight scare, and he can operate under the pretext of making you feel better in order to alleviate his own stress.

Believe it or not, he’s an excellent listener. It’s not something he’s in the habit of doing, as he’d much rather talk, but he is paying attention. He groans in sympathy at all the right moments, tsks at your manager, snarks at the harmful gossip, and generally makes you feel heard.

After you’ve vented your frustrations, he talks at length about several topics, keeping your attention on him instead of your bad day. This serves a double purpose. You feel better, and he’s got his favorite dear listener again.

After you’ve showered, had dinner, and gone to bed, he begins to draft new plans. He needs to make sure he has a backup plan if you stop listening to him again. He needs you. He needs to make sure he has your attention as much as possible. The thought of you ignoring him like, accidental or not, was unbearable.

#the stanley parable #tsp narrator #headcanon #answered ask #tsp narrator x reader #stanley parable #tsp #narrator #could be read as platonic or romantic

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sheviolentlyher · 25 days

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It is better that you should rush upon this blade than enter the circle with fear in you heart. How do you enter?

with perfect love and perfect trust.

I want to say something. I swear. I’m waiting for it to come to me.

Maybe my head is clouded. I don’t want it to be clouded anymore.

I will argue that heaven and hell is a state of mind every single time. but sometimes it’s like you have no choice, can you really make heaven from hell?

it’s all subjective. even us. It’s going to be a quiet peaceful summer- I can feel it. visions flashing through my heads like the future but mixed with memories. They say your brain never remembers a memory as it happened. It could sprout throughout your brain.

this is leading to nowhere. I can feel the dead end ahead. what am I doing here? There’s a reason why I get the urge to write, like something I need to know will come through.

or maybe it will be nothing, it will be for the sake of the sensation— the sensation of release. What am I letting go here? What do I trap inside this tiny box? You lose everything and it’s gone to you but still exists here.

I leave spirit here. I leave emotion here. I leave meaning here. no one knows I exist here except for one person—

on earth I would be dead, but here I would still be very much alive.

i detach myself from everything that does not serve me and my higher purpose. i remove any beings (human and spiritual) connected to my energy without pure trust and pure love.

I need sleep, i love you.

-x

#forever mood #girl interrupted #no mental clarity #flash thoughts #free writing #free write #clear my head #diary #tumblr diary #diaryposting #personal diary #poetic #writeblr #writing #writers and poets #poetry #poetry blog

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redfish-blu · 1 year

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I’m going to be controversial for a minute:

Korse has to be the worst Danger Days character. He was cool and villainous in the music videos but he really overstayed his welcome. It was over for him after SING. He served his purpose, and cut to 12 years down the line, why on earth is he still around?

His C Plot in the comics is my largest criticism of that whole mess in itself. It was unnecessary and took up so many pages that should have been dedicated to Red and Blue, whose arc actually has something to do with the world building and waking Destroya. Not to mention their story is almost an exact mirror of Korse’s anyways except it’s relevant to the plot.

We didn’t need Korse to be redeemed (well they attempted to redeem him but they didn’t accomplish it. They just pulled a Walking Dead and Governor’d him). We didn’t need him to have a sob story. Especially because they didn’t set anything up for the other Scarecrows (you know the fucking villains?). Out of all the BL/i bad guys, the Scarecrows are meant to be the most terrifying. They are allowed personality and freedom over others because of their willingness (programmed or not, it isn’t really clear. Fucking Amazing writing strikes again) to Kill People. Scarecrows know they’re brutalizing humans where as Dracs do not; and Exterminators likely do not either. That is what sets them apart and makes them truly formidable and dangerous. Because they are willingly offing people for their own status and gain.

BL/ind is the ANTAGONIST. We aren’t supposed to feel bad for any of the fascists!! Not one of them! What the fuck?? Korse is shown to still be out euthanizing people, and he wanted to keep his job too. He hasn’t “changed for the better”, he’s a domestic terrorist. Korse didn’t apologize or make up for a single thing he did as a Scarecrow. The second he wasn’t getting benefits (and the benefit of the doubt) he cut and run.

Korse didn’t interact with any of the main characters (save for Val I guess but they don’t mean anything to one another and they didn’t talk). The Girl never saw him or had any awareness of what he was doing. She probably thought he was dead, or just gone. What in the hell was the point of him even being there if he had no part in furthering her arc (I’m kidding myself here a little because the writers did not give two shits about The Girl either)? He is the one who murdered the Four in cold blood and Drac’d The Girl’s mom, if we aren’t forgetting that… I sure as hell don’t believe that would just slip her mind either.

But I know the reason they did all that bs, because doing something different would make a better story, and the people writing anything related to Danger Days are allergic to making nuanced narrative decisions. Especially if they’re writing legacy characters (all of the Fab Four, Cherri Cola, The Girl, Korse, Show Pony, Doc). We got an attempted redemption arc for the serial killing white guy where all of his actions were just cleaved off of him and “actually it was the Director who was at fault for everything he did!” And not to mention the Director… Just makes the entire thing 100x worse (re: racism).

Think of what we could have gotten if we weren’t wasting pages on Korse’s arc where we ultimately learned nothing about him except that he has half a brain and a nameless boyfriend who dies less than a page after we meet him. And that he got fired for not killing enough people. Yes that is what he got fired for, not because he came to Jesus and realized he was doing something bad. He only wanted out after he got demoted. What the hell.

#When I say all Danger Days characters had potential Korse is NOT included in that statement #disKorse #new tag alert lmao #danger days #cas types #korse #ttlotfk #ttlofk #danger days: the true lives of the fabulous killjoys #the true lives of the fabulous killjoys #killjoys california

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lesinquietes · 7 months

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All my work is posted on Ao3 as les_inquietes. It's also 18+ (minors, please don't interact). Please heed the warnings of each chapter before diving in if you're not sure, as I write dark yandere content. Check out my in progress and complete stories below ↓

In Progress

Thief

Yandere!Dabi x AFAB!Reader

As a psychologist at a psychiatric ward for villains, you’re used to encountering cruelty and treating trauma. But your days of freedom are unknowingly numbered when a new patient arrives. It’s then that you learn his compliance to your wishes comes at a hefty price — one you can’t possibly agree to.

Respite on Black Waters

Yandere!Levi x AFAB!Reader x Jean

A rewrite of my old fic, White Pearl, Black Oceans (WPBO). An alternate universe.

The secluded winter town, Shiganshina, sits on lonely, violent shores, seldom touched by any foreigners, save for the occasional transport vessel. The wind is enough to cause frostbitten fingers and the water is capable of death; it’s no wonder this place houses those whose families have resided here for centuries, and nothing more. But to you? To you, it’s home. The waves — rippling and aggressive — bring you peace, and your lighthouse is a safe haven amidst war-torn lands. You can’t imagine a life beyond this. It’s impossible to fantasize when your parents told you to protect this structure with your life, that the light at the very tip is just as much your lifeline as it is to ships drifting along the island’s coastal reef, shrouded by a black ocean. Everyone has a purpose. This is yours, right? At least, that’s what you think, until a military ship docks and a new, fresh hell unfolds. The soldiers seem nice enough, except for that short one with the permanent scowl and piercing, miserable eyes. Maybe your purpose is far greater than you were raised to believe.

Sonder

Yandere!Scumbag!Hawks x AFAB!Reader x Yandere!Dabi

Dark 90s AU. If you think spontaneously driving across the country — phoneless and fiscally free — to attend a job interview that you aren’t guaranteed to land is crazy, how about doing all that with your ex-boyfriend, your city’s up-and-coming cop, hunting you down? It would be heartless to leave without giving him a proper goodbye; that’s if he lets you go at all, of course. Fortunately for you, there are other forces looking out for your wellbeing. Whether that pertains to your best interests or theirs will be revealed in time, when you’re in far, far too deep.

Complete

Coup de Grâce

Yandere!Feral!Hawks x AFAB!Reader

You never liked Hawks. There was something about him that you couldn't quite put your finger on. You were determined to keep things professional between the two of you, until he kidnapped you and faked your demise. Now, you're stuck playing a sick game of predator and prey during his rut. He promises to release you if you win, but you know better. Though he's agreed to give you some handicaps during the chase in exchange for your obedience, he doesn't plan on letting you go.

Happier Without Me

Natsuo x AFAB!Reader x The Todorokis

Modern AU. Despite how undeniably sweet and down-to-earth he was, you had never truly wanted to marry Natsuo. You could grin and bear it, though; especially with all the unexpected attention his family was giving you.

Supreme

Yandere!Overhaul x AFAB!Reader

As head of the notorious Yakuza organization, the Shie Hassaikai, Overhaul likes to enjoy life's luxuries. Beyond the normal stuff, like cleanliness, a healthy lifestyle, and a mighty reign over lesser men, he also expects sex at the mere wave of his hand. It's a privilege to be the only woman to serve him. You must be on your best behaviour at all times. It's also imperative that you remember your place at his feet. As a concubine, you should know that you'll never be more than an object... that is, until his lust for your beautiful body sparks a plethora of foreign, unpleasant feelings.

#lesinquietesdirectory #minors dni

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stillsolo · 2 months

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@desiccation moved & cont. from [ x ]

– Teshin does not need to watch Han to notice how restless he is. Hunger gnaws at his stomach too but risking a journey down to the jungle floor was something he would rather avoid. While Teshin was more than capable of defending himself, it was not that which worried him. If the Infested came across him the entire hive-mind controlling them would drag a horde to their location, and not even the tallest branches of the trees would stop them then. – “When the sun rises we must move quickly. If we clear the trees before the Grineer awaken, walking across the plains will be unnecessary.” – How tiring this was for him, and completely unusual. If Han had been any other person from within the system then the chance of Teshin stopping to help him survive were slim. But, Han Solo was something else, for sure. He only hoped that this endeavor would not be for nothing. If there were other worlds out beyond the Sol system then maybe there was hope for the colonies that could not survive under the constant war between factions. – “I recommend trying to sleep, if you can. There is not much time left and you will need your energy.” – Though he does not take his own advice, restlessness is contagious and not even a Dax could be immune. Sitting back on his heels where he kneels, Teshin draws out a single Nikana. His gaze wanders over the blade and looks for the smallest of imperfections across it. Nicks are brought on from cutting through metal and bone alike. Even so, the edge still managed to continue on just fine and serve its purpose. Teshin was almost the same. Sharp and willing to kill, but not without his flaws. – Frowning to himself at the aching reminders of his wrong doings, the weapon is sheathed once more. Stray judgement of himself lead to the conclusion that he is no blade, because unlike the tempered metal, he cannot be mended. – Hearing the distant sound of a departing Eidolon draws Teshin’s attention away from himself and to the land laid out before them. Now there was no time to sleep. Rocking back on his toes Teshin stands up and looks down to Han. Seeing him in a daze and simply staring to the water below makes the Dax wonder if he is going to have to carry him out to the plains. – “It is time to leave.”

❝𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴,❞ 𝚂𝙾𝙻𝙾 𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙴𝙳 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙷𝚄𝚂𝙸𝙰𝚂𝙼 𝙾𝙵 𝙰 𝙼𝙰𝙽 who could use several days of uninterrupted sleep. ❝feels like i’ve been losin’ my mind up here.❞

their descent to the forest floor was as han had predicted: leaden and tedious, more strain than it was worth, really. by the time his boots hit the parched sod of earth, fresh blood saturated the sleeves of his tunic, blotting up the last of the already faded crème color. anchored to solid ground, he could feel it now; thick and warm, crimson rivulets streaked down exposed forearms and wet his hands chilled by dawn’s early bite.

SITHFIRE—! slapdash brushes over the singed fabric of his trousers produced him no favors, as what open wounds that had scabbed over amid the night split anew, dotting red beads over dirtied gashes—a perfect adhesive for dirt and filth. great. han wasn’t sure what he’d expected, but if the inhabitants of this backwater planet didn’t land him a snug resting place six feet under, an infection would. should’ve known better.

although deemed inane in hindsight, han was quick to accuse both hunger and a lack of rest for his disquietude, yet soon found he couldn’t overlook the crash and the injuries sustained upon impact, the blood loss that had driven him to the very brink as he stared down at the dark precipice. han pushed aside the thought, unwilling to recall balancing atop that razor-thin edge of life and death—a hairsbreadth away from no return—or TRINITY PRIME, and her incomprehensible feat—

THE ERUPTION OF LIGHT WHICH SWEPT HIS MIND REBORN, LIKE A PHOENIX, HE’D COME ALIVE AGAIN.

in the wake of stinging pain, crawling self-derision curdled into something borderline venomous. for the first time since this ordeal began, han longed for the weight of his blaster in his hands, to wrap his fingers around its durasteel grip and welcome the comforting press of security at the back of his mind.

❝don’t suppose your pal could come back ’n patch me up?❞ solo groused as he reared both palms for a quick inspection, flexing flesh torn by the sharp edges of petrified bark. ❝’been gone an awful long while.❞ they didn’t have much time. by the look of it, earth’s imminent daybreak was scant minutes away, commencing a forenoon that allowed no sanctuary from the vigilant eyes of THE GRINEER. first light would bode well for neither of them.

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My Testimony

First, I believe we all have the power to decide whom to follow now… Jesus Christ or, Satan, or, whether it’s Jesus Christ or, self (idolatry), or, Jesus Christ or, the world, Jesus Christ or, the love of money, or, Jesus Christ or, idolatry, we can choose Heaven or, we can choose Hell, eternal life, or eternal death. Etc. In this lifetime there will be struggles, and even our own wrestling with God but, God is able, and faithful to help us when we need Him. The time to make a decision of whom you choose to serve is now. Who or, what will you follow after? What will you set your heart upon? Is it worthy of your time and, your life in this life for the next? Who do you desire to spend eternity with (forever)?

Next, I was once in the world living as for the world, but I have decided to follow Jesus Christ. I definitely wrestled with God, sometimes I still do! And it definitely took me some years to truly decide whom I will serve today. All the time I spent before now was not a total complete waste of time and, some regrets are that I could’ve definitely lived in love for those around me more and, I definitely could’ve made better choices but, the way I choose to live now is different, because, I now have purpose, to love the Lord Jesus Christ, He first loved us. I have decided that this man, the one true living God, is worthy of my life. He is the only one truly worthy of my worship even in the hard times and, at times that I don’t even feel like it. He is truly worthy of it all.

In fact, He is the one I’ve been searching for all this time! While I have been chasing after Jesus Christ, He has been chasing after me too… He is after my heart! Time, and time again, I tried other countless things to fill me… But, nothing else seems to satisfy! Nothing else will satisfy me because, I have tasted and, I have seen that the Lord is good! Now, I’m after His heart too! And, nothing else satisfies this deep longing, this desire, this cry for something more, and for someone greater than myself, someone so much larger than life. Jesus Christ is the one. He is the one that I want most in all of the world and, even out of this world. Whom have I in the Heavens or, on Earth but, Him? I have none other, but Him.

Furthermore, I’ve come to conclude that all earthly pleasures that I try to fill me with are all broken cisterns. I’m not saying that all pleasure is bad. For instance, sex is a good thing! But, within the bounds of marriage ordained by God. Another example would be that eating food is good to the taste and, is good for nourishment but, when it becomes gluttony then, it’s not good. Or, seeking satisfaction, peace, refuge etc. in anything other than God is not helpful either. All things are permissible but, not all things are helpful. So, why do I go after broken cisterns knowing full well that there is an endless river of life available to me at any time, day or night? I do not have to thirst any longer. Unlike any other lover, I can go to God for anything, and everything because, He truly does care for me, and He will not turn me away. Who can I call at any time, day or night, and they are eager to take my call? He doesn’t sleep, or slumber so we can go ahead, and give Him a call. He’s ever ready, waiting for us to take that step. He wants to hear from us.

After all, I truly believe that God has done more than enough for me and, the Lord Jesus Christ is more than enough for me. And though this is true, what’s in store for me is greater than what was before. I believe I will see even more of His goodness in the land of the living. Though I don’t deserve it, I deserve Hell but, because, He's good, merciful, and a loving Father and, He gives to His children freely without a begrudging hand, and without reproach. Jesus Christ the King of Kings and, Lord of Lords is alive!

Further, His grace is sufficient every moment of every day and, I’ll be the first to admit that I desperately need Him at all times! I am so weak, I mean so weak, but, thanks be to God that His strength is made perfect in weakness. If it were not for Jesus Christ I’d be suffering further unnecessary torment… I wouldn’t have this peace that I have now… and peace that surpasses all human understanding that is from the Prince of Peace Himself, peace that the world can not give. I have peace even through trials and, tribulations too! Where events, situations, people, and circumstances would have broken me down, do not shake me like it once did before getting to know Jesus Christ. I do have some triggers, but even through my weaknesses, or weak spots… He always shows up, and comes through to deliver me. I cried out to God, and He heard my cries. He rescues me.

Because, without Jesus Christ stepping in the way He did in my life, I’d still be a complete mess with my own head in the sand and, in my own ashes of my own pain, and hurt desperately crying out for help, and believing the lies that no one sees, hears, or is able to save me. But God, Jesus Christ is able, and He saved, healed, and He delivered me. He sees me, He knows me. Even before I was in my mother’s womb, He knew me, and He delights in me. Now, tell me... is there any other God that sees, hears, knows and, even delights in me (and you)? Do you know of any other God that actually loves you? He died and, He rose again. He is alive, and He sits on His Heavenly throne at the right hand side of the Father!

Undoubtedly, there is more to this testimony of mine, and much of it hasn’t come to pass yet but, what He’s done for me, He can do for you because, He’s not a respecter of persons. We are all His favorite ones! My story is not over yet.

So, I can truly say with Godfidence that He set me free, and I am a new creation in Him. He changed me! I’ve been born again! And Jesus Christ saved me! I have found what I have been seeking for all of my life.

LOVE

(God = Love)

In short, I am loved by God, He first loved us. I’ve tasted, and I’ve seen that the Lord is good. I’ve only seen but, a shadow, only glimpses of His beauty, of His neverending mercies towards me but, with that said, I am sold out to Jesus Christ. I’ll live my life to show it by His grace. I have more to discover and, I will love Him. With God all things are possible.

Some Of My Favorite Song’s Quotes/Quotes:

“For I’m in love with God, and God’s in love with me.

How far will you let me go, how abandoned will you let me be?

Cause, I’m in love with God, and God’s in love me, this is who I am, and this is who I’ll be, and that settles it,

completely.”

“All others crossed the road, and passed me by but, not You.”

“The enemy thought he had me but, Jesus Said, “You are Mine!”

“If God is all you have, you have all you need.”

Some Scripture:

““So fear the Lord and serve him wholeheartedly. Put away forever the idols your ancestors worshiped when they lived beyond the Euphrates River and in Egypt. Serve the Lord alone. But if you refuse to serve the Lord, then choose today whom you will serve. Would you prefer the gods your ancestors served beyond the Euphrates? Or will it be the gods of the Amorites in whose land you now live? But as for me and my family, we will serve the Lord.””

‭‭Joshua‬ ‭24‬:‭14‬-‭15‬ ‭NLT‬‬

6 And I am certain that God, who began the good work within you, will continue his work until it is finally finished on the day when Christ Jesus returns.

Philippians 1:6 NLT

““If the world hates you, remember that it hated me first. The world would love you as one of its own if you belonged to it, but you are no longer part of the world. I chose you to come out of the world, so it hates you.”

‭‭John‬ ‭15‬:‭18‬-‭19‬ ‭NLT‬‬

“We love him, because he first loved us.”

‭‭1 John‬ ‭4‬:‭19‬ ‭KJV‬‬

“Whom have I in heaven but thee? And there is none upon earth that I desire beside thee.”

Psalm‬ ‭73‬:‭25‬ ‭KJV‬‬

““For my people have done two evil things: They have abandoned me— the fountain of living water. And they have dug for themselves cracked cisterns that can hold no water at all!”

Jeremiah‬ ‭2‬:‭13‬ ‭NLT‬‬

1 Corinthians 2:9

9 That is what the Scriptures mean when they say, “No eye has seen, no ear has heard, and no mind has imagined what God has prepared for those who love him.”

“And he shewed me a pure river of water of life, clear as crystal, proceeding out of the throne of God and of the Lamb.”

Revelation‬ ‭22‬:‭1‬ ‭KJV‬‬

“He will not crush the weakest reed or put out a flickering candle. Finally he will cause justice to be victorious.”

‭‭Matthew‬ ‭12‬:‭20‬ ‭NLT‬‬

““For many are called, but few are chosen.””

Matthew‬ ‭22‬:‭14‬ ‭NLT‬‬

“Each time he said, “My grace is all you need. My power works best in weakness.” So now I am glad to boast about my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ can work through me.”

‭‭2 Corinthians‬ ‭12‬:‭9‬ ‭NLT‬‬

“Then you will experience God’s peace, which exceeds anything we can understand. His peace will guard your hearts and minds as you live in Christ Jesus.”

Philippians‬ ‭4‬:‭7‬ ‭NLT‬‬

“There is salvation in no one else! God has given no other name under heaven by which we must be saved.””

‭‭Acts of the Apostles‬ ‭4‬:‭12‬ ‭NLT‬‬

“You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother’s womb.”

‭‭Psalms‬ ‭139‬:‭13‬ ‭NLT‬‬

“He led me to a place of safety; he rescued me because he delights in me.”

‭‭Psalms‬ ‭18‬:‭19‬ ‭NLT‬‬

“So if the Son sets you free, you are truly free.”

John‬ ‭8‬:‭36‬ ‭NLT‬‬

“This means that anyone who belongs to Christ has become a new person. The old life is gone; a new life has begun!”

‭‭2 Corinthians‬ ‭5‬:‭17‬ ‭NLT‬‬

“All praise to God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ. It is by his great mercy that we have been born again, because God raised Jesus Christ from the dead. Now we live with great expectation, and we have a priceless inheritance—an inheritance that is kept in heaven for you, pure and undefiled, beyond the reach of change and decay. And through your faith, God is protecting you by his power until you receive this salvation, which is ready to be revealed on the last day for all to see. So be truly glad. There is wonderful joy ahead, even though you must endure many trials for a little while. These trials will show that your faith is genuine. It is being tested as fire tests and purifies gold—though your faith is far more precious than mere gold. So when your faith remains strong through many trials, it will bring you much praise and glory and honor on the day when Jesus Christ is revealed to the whole world. You love him even though you have never seen him. Though you do not see him now, you trust him; and you rejoice with a glorious, inexpressible joy. The reward for trusting him will be the salvation of your souls.”

‭‭1 Peter‬ ‭1‬:‭3‬-‭9‬ ‭NLT‬‬

Colossians 3:2

2 Set your affection on things above, not on things on earth.

1 John 4:7-8

7 Dear friends, let us continue to love one another, for love comes from God. Anyone who loves is a child of God and knows God. 8 But anyone who does not love does not know God, for God is love. 9 God showed how much he loved us by sending his one and only Son into the world so that we might have eternal life through him. 10 This is real love—not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as a sacrifice to take away our sins.

#christianity #faith #love

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