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yandere-kokeshi · 1 year

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What is a general hc for yandere Soap?

Warnings: Yandere behavior, military + talks about trauma and PTSD, kidnapping, and dubcon (not in detail)

A/N: Sure!! Sorry this took extremely long. I've been struggling with my health. Hope this was okay <3.

Gif and icons are NOT mine; the gif belongs to @/bunnygifs. As for the icons, I'm not sure. If you do find the artist/or are the artist, please contact me so I can credit you!

Soap is a very complicated person. Underneath his nice Jester Act, he’s an extremely manipulative, obsessive, and possessive man in every aspect possible. He owns you; you own him, vice versa.

He’s two faced with you, only if you’re capable of staying one way. Much like Jekyll and Hyde.

Johnny wasn’t sure what was so addicting about you, but he knew you were the one for him. The very first time he saw you, he was immediately smitten and approaching you with a wide smile. Flirting and wooing his ways with you as his cheeks flushed with pink, legs like jello and hands sweating as his mind was overloaded with question after question. While Soap’s not easy to fall for someone, he couldn’t help but see that you were incredibly attractive; as well as interesting and a genuine person.

It definitely makes more sense if you were on the team. Price bringing you in as a new recruit; a needed medic or another soldier that finds him just as perky, or annoying.

Or, in any other story, you could be a civilian who he had met while living next door. The apartment complex getting lonely, and somehow, the cheeky bastard showed up with a welcoming smile and a few of his buddies helping him move in. Wouldn’t it be nice to know him, no?

Despite these two — Soap would quickly realize he needed you. The calls weren’t enough. The hourly talks weren’t enough. Nothing was never enough because you weren’t his. And you certainly made him lose his mind.

Either way, you’ve caught the eye of a man who’s incredibly hard to get rid of. His name speaks loudly in certain situations when he’s with you.

That being said, Johnny is always around you — in and out of the battlefield. He’s always trying to engage with whatever you’re doing.

Gonna head out and get a drink from a bar a couple of minutes down the road? Why not let him come along? Catch up on some things, plus the two of you could play truth-to-drink.

Need to go grocery shopping? Let him drive with you! He would feel safer going with you, plus, he needs to restock his fridge. Wherever you are, he’s there; even with and without your knowledge.

Soap is a huge softie with you. Even Ghost and Price see it. It’s clear that he likes you, which leaves him doing it the ‘original’ way. He will go all out and woo your heart; going as far as to buy your favorite flowers or go get that movie you haven’t seen in ages. He pays attention closely to the conversations you two have, so expect gifts to come.

This also means that he dislikes people around you, his blue eyes turning into daggered icicles that talk to you. And those who don’t get his signals, he gets aggressive, which isn’t a pretty sight.

He makes it clear that you’re off limits and stares at anyone who looks at you too long or simply the wrong way. While he acts incredibly sweet and kind in front of you, the minute you turn around, his smile is gone and staring into the person’s poor soul until they run away with their tail between their legs.

Johnny is the type to overcompensate things, which can be annoying. He’s overbearing — almost suffocating to the point you may or may not snap at him to knock it off or leave you alone. He will act like an overprotective boyfriend, even if the two of you are not dating.

Because of this, you’ll likely lose a bunch, if mostly of your friends or close family members. At the end of the day, he’s sitting right beside you as he comforts you from the losses. I mean, he’s better than them, right?

Soap is more on the jealous side. While he knows he’s attractive and strong - likely your type - he just can’t help but pop his knuckles in pure annoyance whenever he sees you talking to someone he feels is a threat. Soap will try his best to be always around you, keeping an arm or hand on you at all times, showing people he has an interest in you or that you’re dating.

And because of his severe jealousy, he’s a master at manipulation. He’s very persuasive with his words, especially with his sweet and dirty talk.

He’s always guiding, keeping you away from people he deems bad, and whenever you question it, Johnny always smiles before telling you not to worry about it. By the end of the day, you’re in his house with him locking the door.

With how insane he is, and just how devoted he’s with you, you’re gonna be kidnapped. Even if you’re already in love, he can not stand people talking or keeping you away from him. He wants you by himself.

Your safety is his top priority. The minute it’s threatened, even by a friend invading your space or seeing you uncomfortable in public, all his nice and flirtatious mask is thrown out the window and goes berserk. He’s not afraid to swing, kick, or even draw high amounts of blood if it means that you’re safe.

Now, the minute he can call you "his" is the second he really shows his colors; being a cheeky bastard and a manipulative prick. Of course, he’s a natural flirt and will tease or woo you every damn chance he gets.

Soap is very open with affection. In all types of shapes, but he mainly shows it through gifts and physical affection. He’ll randomly give you rocks with specific names and expects you to remember.

Or cuddling you closer to his body, hand instinctively curling around your hips and lips sucking in deep bruises. His favorite part with you is rolling in bed with you, tracing your body marks as he rubs his face into your belly.

Soap is incredibly clingy. It gets worse when he gets home after being out for a long time of not seeing you.

Once he’s home, whether that’s from a mission or simply spending the day shopping for necessary items, he will not leave you alone. His arms are always on you, grasping and pulling you in for cuddles and his Scottish slangs whispering in your tinted ears for more attention.

Punishments come in waves– and if you’ve broken them, even ignoring his final warnings with tsks, it isn’t pretty.

Usually, he figures a good fuck with sorta ye out, no? With the amount of orgasms and pretty begs you let out, he’s certain you won’t break them again, correct?

But, if that doesn’t work, he’ll put a chain around your ankle, keeping you in bed and treating you the same as if you didn’t do anything. Slowly but surely, driving you insane until you say sorry.

Soap is excellent at spying and has no shame if he’s caught, even by you. You won’t be allowed to shut any doors, even if you are using the bathroom or showering. But, you wouldn’t mind him coming in, would you?

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the-cat-and-the-birdie · 8 months

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A (Partial, Hypothetical) Map of the

Arachno-Humanoid PolyMultiverse

[A slightly MEDIUM length post where I mapped out and explain the positions of the different universes we see in ATSV -

and how those distances can effect everything to travel time - to the reason why Miles got bitten (maybe..based on my charting and data)]

Did I use common grouping and graphing to make a connectivity map of the universes within the Arachno-Humanoid-PolyMultiverse based on common attributes and similarities?

Why no - I didn't. Lyla gave me this map this morning. So there. _______________________________________

You know what pisses me off? ATSV showing us amazing ass things and then not stopping to explain them at all. Lucky for them, I have autism, a keyboard, and way too much time. So allow me.

'This is Everything': Okay but what is it?

The Spider-verse series is like an expert at going 'this is super interesting but i also I refuse to explain'

But one thing I've always found this SUPER interesting - The Portals. Because LOOK AT THEM. Like... the watch is creating a channel along a set path! It has velocity! How fast are they going? How far?!!

In lots of other Marvel movies like Doctor Strange, teleportation between universes is instantaneous. This is true for a lot of sci-fi.

However, for Spider-verse, they chose something different.

We see them flying and falling through portals, many of them twisting and turning. And it got me thinking -

If they're flying from point A to point B - Doesn't that imply that the universes have set locations - with measurable, varying distance between them?

And if so - how close are they together? Does it always take the same amount of time? Are some too far to get to without jumping to a closer location first?

So many possibilities! I was so curious to make sense of this. How does the watch KNOW where to go? Where every universe is?

The Solution:

I realized that each universe has similarities - and if similarity = proximity, there could be a way to map the universes by asking three simple questions:

Are they in the modern era? Are they in New York - or something like it? Are they stylized?

And what I got was a map that actually explains some very interesting things in the movie! (If you play by my logic, lol)

Graph Breakdown : How to read

[Explainer and breakdown below the cut PLUS a clearer version - so you can map out your sona!]

The graph is made up of two different points - Cluster Centers & Universes:

The Three Clusters: Location, Time, & Style

Cluster Centers are specific attributes that universes share, and these attributes clump similar universes together, shortening the distance between them.

There are 3 cluster centers, based on the three questions:

The Time Desynchronization Cluster: For universes that exist outside of the modern era The Stylization Cluster: For universes with artistic stylization The New York Cluster: For universes in which the Spider-person is based in New York, or a rendition of it.

These clusters are arranged in a triangle with sides of equal length.

Then, a universe is placed on the map based on whether they fit the criteria and how much they fit the criteria.

How much they fit each criteria determines each universe's proximity to each other, and the pathways the watches will take to get from location to location as quick as possible.

For example:

Plotting Universes: Distances & Changes

Using these three Clusters, we can plot almost any Spider-person or Spidersona on the map!

Universes that share attributes and clusters are closer together, shortening the distance and time it takes to complete jumps.

In addition, universes with lots of cluster connections and nearby universes are considered more stable, the strands of the web closer together, and quicker in general.

And just for reference:

The places in which the universes' lines cross are common canon events they share.

Looking at the plotted Universes, we can see some cool things about how they work:

[My lovely OC's, DiscoSpider Diane and Inca-Spider Moche plotted as examples]

The proximity matters in context too! And it seems to effect a lot of things - like observably in the movie.

The closeness of two universes, can possibly explain the time it takes to get there, why some people fall into other universes, and how easy it is to assimilate into another's universe.

Some cool things to note:

Gwen and Miles' universes are next to each other. Which could explain how she fell into his world. Gwen is way more stylized than Miles, so she's closer to that Cluster than he is.

Peter's universe (not charted..lol) would be next to Miles' & Pavitrs - which also explains his involvement in ITSV.

Noir, Spider-Ham, and Peni Parker would all be close-by as well.

Miles and Pavi's universes are next to each other. Miles & Pavi share all three attributes. Because of this, Miles and Pavi's universes are right next to each other. Which could be why Gwen & Miles' jump to Mumbattan is very short and quick.

Pavi's universe is next to HQ. Pavi is modern, low-stylization, and based in a New York adjacent city. This is true for Miguel too, however, he's in 2099, desynchronized from time. Them being right next to each other could explain how so many members of the Spider Society arrived to Mumbattan quickly to contain the anomaly - as all they would need to do is traverse the time difference.

The stylized characters are charted 'most stylized' to least - left to right, based on medium/inspo: Gwen being first (watercolor), then Hobie (collages of prints, text, and real people), and then Noir (completely shaded with no color, but based off of live-action films), then Patrick a.k.a Webslinger (based on live-action Westerns).

Because of this layout, Hobie's universe borders Gwen's. This could explain how Gwen stayed at his place without being noticed for her differing style (which - as we see with Miles and Spider-Ham, would be obvious). But Gwen universe being nearby, could be why she didn't stand out too much.

Hobie's universe borders Noir's. This is very cute. I love them. Happy feelings.

Noir's universe borders Diane's. Because they both live in New York, and are desynchronized from time (Noir being 1933, and Diane 1982) - Noir and Diane's universe sit next to each other. This makes a lot of sense - Noir's world is perpetually white and black - literally 'noir', while Diane's world lacks a day-cycle, making it always night-time.

Because they share these attributes with Miguel as well - Nueva York, 2099 - Noir and Diane actually live 'closest' to campus, along with Pavitr third.

Despite both being O'hara's, Patrick's universe is REALLY far from Miguel's. This is because WebSlinger's universe is time desynchronized in the opposite direction, very far in the past. He's also stylized - and he lives in the Wild West, not New York. Hence the distance.

As is Moche's - Miguel's wife. Like Miguel, Moche lives in a time desynchronized universe (his 2099, hers 1992) - however Moche is from Peru, hence why her and Patrick are the farthest from the New York Cluster. Moche's world is stylized as photorealistic, moreso than Miles, so she's the farthest from that cluster as well.

Miles' and Wiles' universes would be almost directly next to each other - which explains the spider-bite and the fact Miles' DNA changed so easily. Not all variants are next to each other though - Hobie's 616 Prowler variant is actually pretty far from his.

Uhhh...yeah, I think that's everything. But mind you - that's only a two dimensional slice of THIS

Hopefully I was able to decode like 0.0001% of it.

This is all speculation and my imagination, But what came out of it is INTERESTING AS HELL TO ME. Writers...pleasee...feed me more random stills in which I can consume.

Also Miguel if you're reading this please hire me I have a degree in Archnohumanoid Poly-Multiversal Research that's good for nothing and I desperately need a job-

________________________________

I hope you liked this and this made sense! It was just a fun little experiment to do that turned out to be REALLY interesting to chart out/decipher.

Lemme know what you think about how it all works and stuff and what you think of this!

If you made it this far! Thank you so much!! SERIOUSLY THANK YOU

Here's a copy of the map with smaller universes, so you can slot in your own sonas! Plus, a pic of Hobie for your troubles.

His eyes are so pretty. Can you believe he's in love with my Spidersona thats crazzzyy

Bye.

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klausysworld · 1 year

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this is gonna be a Klaus Mikaelson smut story, i’ve written a fee on wattpad over the years and i’ve read loads on tumblr so i figured couldn’t hurt to write one here.

for warnings i think i’d say

biting (cuz like hybrid so kinda expected)

possessive(marks her + uses possessive terms “mine” “my”)

but all round this is more of a soft!klaus smut

hope it’s alright and id love for some suggestions or whatever u guys think/like/dislike

his lovely girl ;)

i was in the my room finishing my artist research homework for school at my desk when a wave of warmth surrounded me. Two arms caged me and a nose brushed along the side of my head

"you know i could tell you everything you need to know, right love? I'm much better than reading things off of a silly screen hm? plus you get to listen to my voice for hours" klaus's accented voice spoke cockily into my ear sending shivers, that i tried and failed to hide, down my back.

"i think it's best i stick to the sites assigned to learn from" i whispered

"but im much more accurate" he murmured back planting soft kisses behind my ear lightly licking my lobe

"klaus-"

"i thought i said you could call me nik? you're far too special my lovely" heat rose rapidly to my cheeks and my eyes remained stuck to the table. Soft lips pressed into my neck as his hands planted on-top of mine entwining our fingers and playing with them gently

"it's wrong to think of you like that" i merely uttered to myself, breathing out deeply through my nose when i realised he could hear me

"like what hm? what do you think of sweetheart?" his grip tightened then relaxed on my hands and i could feel his body closer pressed against the back of my chair. my mouth gaped slightly as i searched for any words to form

"when do you think of me? morning? or... night? tell me sweet girl what do you think of?" his tongue trailed my neck and light sucking could be felt sending shocks through my blood and a soft whimper escaped muffled as i pressed my teeth into my lower lip

"cmon love you must give me something" i was surely a deep pink if not red by now and my breathing had accelerated

"night" my voice was weak, nervous

his hands held onto mine as he moved them to my lap where he left mine resting before letting go and bringing one of his to the other side of my neck

"do you ever... help satisfy these nighttime thoughts my lovely?" i could hear my heart in my ears as embarrassment crashed over me

"don't get self-conscious on me now lovely. i can assure you that i have the same thoughts and i certainly aid such feelings in ways i seem fit" he turned my head and pecked my lips faintly

my body was grasping at the tingling sensation i barely got to experience

"more" i huffed quietly and he hummed knowingly as he pressed his full ruby lips against my own moving them lovingly as though expressing how much he cared in this action.

his fingers brushed through my hair and his body moved round my chair so he was at my side and he bend down onto his knees tenderly pushing my head to his as he deepened the kiss, our tongues danced and the traces of mint, rich chocolate and coffee threaded together allowing me to savour his taste and bring my hands up to cup them against his face, my thumbs brushing over his stubble.

we both pulled away due to lack of air, i panted lightly as he pressed his forehead to mine

"i want to see" he stated in a hushed tone

my brows pulled together in confusion

"see what?"

"how you satisfy yourself"

i gulped and my face was warm

"i um i don't think i want to…" i could barely say anything and i began to panic

"sh sh okay, can i show you what i think you do instead hm? only if you're comfortable yes?" i sighed in relief

"that sounds better... thank you"

he smiled in return and kissed me quickly but firmly before moving his hands under my thighs and and lifting me up effortlessly. My body was brought to his and my legs automatically wrapped round his hips pressing us against each-other as he carried me over to my bed.

i was placed onto the mattress on my back carefully and i brought my arms up to rest around his neck

"tell me to stop if it's too much okay my love?" his hands worked my shirt and bra off of my upper body and my skirt was lifted above my hips.

his hands cupped my breasts gently and the pads of his thumbs skimmed my nipples. his hips slowly grinded against mine, brushing over my covered clit each time causing ushered moans and whimpers to fall from my mouth. his head dipped and his tongue stroked my nipples enough to peak them. heat flooded me at the feel of his body on mine, his hands caressing me, his mouth loving me.

his index and thumbs began toying with my peaked buds and his head came back towards mine

"i bet you feel your breasts like this don't you? love to imagine how it would feel if it were me?how do you feel sweetheart? do you feel tingly my sweet, sweet girl"

a relatively loud whine escaped me and my head nodded

"can never get myself to feel good enough, need more nik"

klaus sucked softly along my throat, his hands moved and slowly pulled my underwear off my legs and then my skirt leaving me completely bare yet he had not lost a single item of clothing

the overwhelming vulnerability was shining through and i knew he could see it.

it was comforting when he pulled his own shirt and trousers off so he was too almost nude. a kiss to was stomach was awarded and two hands parted my thighs gently.

my breathing was rapid and i clamped my legs closed instantly

"i would never hurt you, especially like this, never like this. you say if you don't like something okay? it'll be alright love, breath" i caught my breath and relaxed my body, my eyes closed shut and my legs fell apart for him. the cool air hitting my glistening core and causing a whine to slip past me

two of his fingertips delicately traced my wetness, my hands gripping the sheets in anticipation and my eyes welded shut

"so bloody lovely, just perfect" he told me while beginning to circle my little clit to stimulate it

"gosh she's sensitive isn't she sweetheart?" he whispered before planting an open mouthed kiss to my lower lips

my gasp sounded through the room and the new feeling

"kl..klaus you don't have t- oh, oh god nik" without realising i found myself gripping his soft golden locks and pulling his heavenly mouth closer as my hips moved at their own accord as he made out with my most precious area.

moans tumble out of me relentlessly, my back arched and my legs now over his shoulders bringing him somehow closer

a long, ring clad finger brushed my entrance for a few seconds before pushing inside me and starting up a pace to slide in and out of

"christ i can feel you nice and tight around just one finger love, gonna stretch you so good i promise" he muttered and looked down at my swollen clit

"all nice and puffy for me hm? want me to touch her again love?" my nails scratched into his scalp and i forced word's through my sounds of pleasure

"need you to,... please more"

"of course little one, of course" his tongue flicked and played with my extremely sensitive ball of nerves, he slowly added another finger inside me

they gently curled inside me testing my reactions

"more! i need more" my moans were demanding and desperate

"tell me you touch yourself like this hm? do you put your tiny little fingers inside yourself wishing i would fill you up my love?" my walls fluttered around him tightly, a rising overpowering wave of ecstasy waiting for me to give in

"i do nik, i do"

"what do you do?" his thumb rubbed mercilessly at my clit and his fingers became three while moving at an inhuman pace

"t..touch myself" i gasped trying to fight off the sensation built up "touch inside myself an..and wish its you" he groaned resting his head on my stomach unknowingly adding to the pressure and an embarrassingly loud moan sounded through the room

"what would you like lovely?" he asked kissing my lower stomach suggestively

"wan..want your mouth"

"want my mouth? you have my mouth" i could barely get any words formed, my head spinning in pleasure

"on clit need on me now please" just like magic he was instantly replacing his thumb sucking harshly and flicking mercilessly

i clamped around his fingers and my mouth fell agape, eyebrows furrowed together as my high finally washed over me

once completely finished i felt him slowly remove his fingers, knowing how sensitive i am. his tongue lapped at my thighs cleaning me until it was as though it had never happened

"such a good girl aren't you love?" he moved up towards me kissing my forehead and pulling me onto his lap so i was facing him

"yes nik" i mumbled looking up at him through my lashes seeing his eyes go impossibly dark

"such an innocent little thing aren't you? god the things i want to do to your wet little cunt" i mewled in response resting my head onto his chest

"are you too tired love?" he whispered brushing through my hair with his hands.

"wanna have you inside please" i mumbled feeling his hard, covered cock twitch against my bare heat

"alright my love," he lifted my body up to allow himself to free his lower self, it stood tall and proud, thick and hard. beads of cum already gathered at his tip and my eyes watched in curiosity of the taste

"he's all yours love" he whispered still petting my hair

i moved back off of him and in between his legs. my face felt hot and my core ached to have him within me. i slowly and gently wrapped my hand around the middle of his cock, my fingers didn't quite meet around his thickness as i rubbed him steadily. i danced my tongue up one side feeling the veins pressing against me. a low moan left his gorgeous lips and his other hand fell to his side, holding onto the sheets beneath him

"good girl just a little more now okay? can you put the tip in your mouth for me?" i did as i was told and relaxed my lips around his lower head.

"suck a little love, play with your tongue okay" my hand moved to hold his that was clenched around the sheet as i lightly sucked his tip, the little juices giving me a taste of what was to continue. i flicked my tongue over and around him enjoying the moans he would express in gratitude.

"that's it, that's it. can..can you take some more into your mouth sweetheart?" my eyes locked onto his making him groan and squeeze my hand. my gaze still on his, i pushed my head down his length, almost halfway before pulling back up, again two thirds down and back up, his hand in my hair was tangled, gripping aimlessly while his other squeezed mine intime with his moans of pleasure

"christ your such a good girl, such a sweet girl, my lovely girl." in response i forced my head all the way down ignoring how my throat tried to forced him back out as i gagged around him. i attempted to relax my throat and i swallowed around him, this earned a whimper and a light push to my head. i rose back to his tip before creating a rhythm to take him all and toy with his tip, his hand helped guide me and the sinful sounds he released only spurred me on

"love love love, im gonna finish down your throat if you don't let go" i caught his eye again and swallowed around him once,twice,three times before he came in my mouth moaning my name as he did so, our fingers were interlocked and his eyes fell closed. his hips abruptly bucked up a few times riding out his high as i continued to swallow his length.

he carefully lifted my head off of him and checked my face and felt my throat gently with his hand

"anywhere hurt? i won't be mad, let me see if you bruised your throat love" he spoke undeniably soft while smoothing over my face and dotting kisses on my cheeks. i opened my mouth for him and he peaked inside

"love... god you must hurt love im so sorry, i shouldn't have made you do that im sorry" he whispered over and over kissing my lips apologetically and holding me in his strong arms

"you didn't make me nik, i wanted to...i promise... i liked it and it doesn't hurt that much" i rubbed his back soothingly as he buried his head in the crook of my neck

"i knew you'd never done this before, i told you what to do and got you to keep going, i knew it would be too much but i couldn't help myself" he pulled me back into his lap again and held onto me tenderly

"klaus... i kept going because i wanted to and because i liked how it made you feel and me feel... made me tingly nik" my voice lowered towards the end and i grabbed ahold of one of his hands

i guided it down to my upper thighs and let the finger tips dip into the sweet nectar gathered in a pool between them. i could feel his breathing thicken against my skin as i moved myself against his hand

"i need you nik... please don't be sad" he kissed my neck before his head rose to look down at me. his hand tugged up making me let go of his wrist watching as he placed his covered fingers into his mouth, eyes fluttering shut as he sighed through his nose

"i love you y/n, once we do this i will be yours do you understand?" his eyes remained closed and he rested his head against mine

"and i will be yours?" i whisper

"always... is that.. something you might like?" i pressed my lips to his and pulled him closer than possible

"would love to be yours" i mumbled against him.

"im gonna be gentle okay? promise my love" i nodded and calmed myself as i felt his once again hardened cock press against my core. he rubbed it along my wetness a few times purposely knocking my most sensitive part before pushing his way inside me. i was slowly stretched around his unbelievable size and lowered onto him completely. the feeling was foreign and slightly uncomfortable but overall really full, complete.

his hands ran over my backside and across my thighs

"oh you're doing so well my lovely, so well" i wrapped my arms around his neck and hid my face in his shoulder as i shifted a little, testing how the movement felt. when a small spark went off inside me i grinded my hips further. i gasped at the sensation and dug my nails into klaus's back as i moaned out

"good god you feel tight, best little pussy i'll ever have" his hand pet my back, rubbing up and down calmingly.

"need more please! deeper need you deeper!" i cried out and threw my head back as his hips began thrusting up into me hitting places inside me i had no clue existed. pleasure coursed through me and loud moans echoed against the walls of my room along with the heavy pants and niks mewls.

"feel so full klaus... feels so good"

one arm wrapped securely under my arms while the other went into my thighs lifting me, his hips rocked into me at a steady pace, the pure bliss running through me making me shake in ecstasy and yell his name.

"gonna cum for me love? can you squeeze me nice and tight sweet girl?" i nodded rapidly and my body clenched around his, my moans never quit as i released around him. his hips didn't falter once as he continued to hump into me. i whimperer at the sensitivity i felt when his fingers gathered the warmth between us and rubbed at my clit

"my sensitive little pearl hm?" he whispered into my ear sucking on my earlobe and then kissing along my neck.

my third orgasm of the night approached far too quickly, overwhelming me

"cant nik, t..too much" i whined gripping onto his hair and clamping my velvety walls around him

"fuck i know love, it's gonna feel so good in a minute yea? just a minute..." he sighed breathing in our mixed scents. i felt him twitching inside me and his movements became more rapid and harsher, his eyes bleeding into gold and his grip on me slightly bruising

"doin so good gonna fill you up so good, all mine now love.. mine" i moaned out and screamed almost silently as i felt him release inside me, i followed his orgasm quickly panting heavily.

i barely noticed his canines pierce into my neck and release his venom. i cried in half pleasure/half pain as i tried to pry his teeth away

"klaus stop it hurts" i mumbled pushing at his chest. he left my neck and kissed me deeply

"im sorry it stings love, had to mark you up yea? make sure you're mine okay... look so fucking perfect with my mark" i moved my hand to feel the mark, tears stung my eyes at the overwhelming feeling of safety it offered me

"y/n? love? hey no tears... it wasn't meant to hurt that much just a pinch i swear, im sorry love i'll fix it okay?" his hands cupped my face and neck as he brought his head back down to suck the venom out before it settled

"no! i want it, i want it" he paused and kisses it instead before carefully removing himself from inside me and wiping us both down with a warm cloth

"you did so well today my love, so well. such a good little girl aren't you? gonna give you some of my blood to take away any aches or bruises okay?" his bleeding hand was brought up to mine to drink from and i did so willingly.

"love you too nik... always n forever" he smiled brightly and laid us down on top each-other, he clung to me tightly but gently, keeping me safe and at ease. i loved him. i love him. i will always love him.

please please please let me know what u think

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firstofficerwiggles · 3 months

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Ooh congrats on the followers!!! ❤️❤️❤️

And if you’re feeling like it maybe a message from Maul? Romantic and if you want you can make it spicy ❤️‍🔥

Also, if it’s not too much to ask for maybe he can appreciate my new sternum tattoo 🤭 (totally okay if not!) have a beautiful day!!

Again, congratsss!!! 🥳

Thank you so much!! I love your new tattoo by the way! And as you’ll see, so does Maul. (18+ only under the cut)

My starlight,

I regret that my mission has taken so long and kept me from your side. And yet, it comes with the pleasure of receiving your tender messages. I enjoyed your last letter very much, especially the beautiful pictures of you. I adore seeing your lovely face, so utterly gorgeous, and then to receive the added benefit of getting to see your new tattoo was an extra treat. The Jaig eyes are truly fitting as you are, without a doubt, one of the bravest souls I have known; you are a strong fighter deserving of such an honor. Plus, to cleverly make the design into a lovely butterfly showcases your eye for beauty and your endless artistic talent. I cannot wait until I can appreciate such art in person. I long to kiss you there, trailing my lips all across your sensitive skin. And how convenient to place such a jewel near your beautiful breasts, as I’m sure you know, my mouth yearns to appreciate those as well. It’s been far too long since I’ve heard those soft sighs and moans of my name as I bring you to new heights of pleasure. When I am back with you, I intend to spend several hours entwined in my sheets, discovering how many beautiful sounds I can elicit from those luscious lips of yours. My fingers long to traverse your sweet curves and to remember every delightful part of your body. Of course other more insistent parts of my body are eager to touch you as well, desperately so. If you only knew how hard things have become as I am forced to be away from you, and I do mean hard. My thoughts are full of you, full of how I intend to show you the depths of my affections as soon as we are together again. I suspect neither of us will be able to walk for several days afterward when I am finally free to have my way with you. Until then, my starlight, know that I burn for you and know that no other could satiate this fire inside me.

Your love,

Maul

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romancingdaffodils · 1 year

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Pictures and Portraits

The Pub - part 4

THANK YOU JADE FOR THE WHOLE IDEA OF MOST OF THIS JADE IS A LITTLE GENIUS RAHHHHH

FLUFF!!! some excessive drinking but nothing else

ARTIST!WILBUR X READER

thank you for enjoying this series so much :D

1K WORDS BAYBEEEEEEEEEEEEE

there is so much more to come and i genuinely hope you enjoy this as much as i enjoy writing it <3333

You hadn’t realised just how drunk artists could get. Especially Wilbur. He was sat next to you, all bubbly, and giggly. His arm hadn’t moved from your waist the whole night. You’d been at the pub for about two hours now; you were unsure how many drinks Wil had inhaled in that time. You had all been sat round a sticky table, sharing stories about nights out, and embarrassing stories about Wil. That’s probably why he got so drunk. You thought you’d never have a more perfect night with anyone other than Wilbur.

Ash and Joe had told you about Tommy, Wilbur’s actual best friend. You looked forward to meeting Tom, apparently he and Wil were like brothers. From what you’d heard: the two were so different, and yet so similar. Tom loved Wil, the elder always reciprocated but in a meaner way. You found it quite sweet, plus you knew Tommy would have more to tell you. More leverage. You couldn’t wait to meet more of Wilbur’s friends - to discover him through others.

You were laughing at a joke a very drunk Ash had told, your not quite boyfriend frowned. He looked genuinely upset, and you weren’t quite sure why. As you’d discovered in the last hours when he was drunk Wilbur was very much the golden retriever type. He had been clinging onto you, like ivy to an old house. You didn’t mind. You never minded. As you were soon to discover, his clingy nature when drunk came with more than you had realised.

“You okay, Wil?” you asked, clearly concerned.

“Come with me.” he responded, he looked and sounded kind of annoyed now. You felt so clueless to his drunk emotions. You’d had a bit yourself, and even though you weren’t drunk - you weren’t fully sober either. He stood up, wobbling, you smiled, and shook your head standing up to hold out your own hand. He led you towards the exit, the cold air hit you. It pricked your cheeks, and made your eyes sting.

“What’s up?” you asked, shivering at the feeling of the wind. Wilbur frowned once more and slipped off his jacket, placing it over your shoulders. This was before the rant began.

“What do you think you’re doing, y/n?!” he said, not quite shouting.

“What did I do?! I’m- sorry??” you replied, panicked really. You didn’t know how you had managed to upset him. What if you were boring, and terrible? What if he just kept talking to you because he felt sorry for you? You felt sick, so incredibly sick.

“Who let you look this pretty? How am I supposed to have you to myself if you’re so unbelievably gorgeous? Look at you! Y’everything, so pretty. All dolled up again.” he responded, looking entirely serious. His hands were back on your waist, pulling you into him. He was looking straight down at you, frown on his face. You could’ve cried. He was so pathetic, but so kind.

“Wi-“ you started, you were attempting to reason with him. You’d told him he was far too nice to you. You were so convinced you barely knew each other, that he’d hate you whenever he realised you were a complete mess. He felt the same way. Both of you were so anxious about being left by the other. Two complete idiots in the process of falling deeply in love with each other. Soon enough, it wouldn’t be a crush. It would be love. Pure, and true love.

“Shhh, pretty, you’ve had a long day. My lovely sweetheart, sat through the longest exhibition ever, and didn’t complain once. Y’so sweet. So cute.” he said, his sentences split up between the kisses he was peppering across your face. His words merged together in a drunken haze, you were almost in tears. You placed your hands on the side of his face, laughing lightly. He had called you his. You felt so insane, so adored, but yet so undeserving. He moved, you moved. His hands gripped your hips now, he had you backed up against the brick wall of the pub - lips pushed together. The kiss was sloppy and desperate, as though he’d been waiting decades. It’d been a few hours, but to him it was all the same. You had your arms wrapped around his neck, both holding each other as close as possible. You felt like butter in his hands, melting beneath his touch. You were almost certain you got some dirty looks from by-passers, you didn’t care. You felt so at peace.

He finally pulled away, reluctant. But you both needed to breathe, it was like having the wind knocked out of your lungs. You smiled up at him, he laughed. He thought you were so great. His drunken state couldn’t put his emotions into words, you were just happily smiling. He returned the favour.

“Stay at mine tonight. Pretty please. You’re too brilliant to share with the rest of the world.” he adds, the request hung heavily in the air. He’s drunk. He’s so very very drunk. And yet, he’s so sweet. Wishing you could hide him away, make sure no one else ever got to see this heart wrenching display you nod. You were glad his apartment was within walking distance. Also, very glad that he had his address with directions on his phone.

After many stumbles, and stops for affectionate kisses you arrived at his flat. He locked the door behind you both, flopping down onto the couch afterward. You giggled, and looked down at him. He was very pretty. You’d argue even more pretty with a drunken smile, hair on his face and legs sprawled out. One leg was hooked over the back of the couch, the other dangling down over the edge, and touching the floor.

“Do you want some water, Wil?” you asked, beginning to walk towards where you assumed the kitchen was.

“No.” he replied, grabbing hold of your legs. You yelped. He pulled you down, this caused you to tumble down on top of him. He simply laughed, keeping you close.

“Wil. You’re very drunk.”

“I know, dove.”

“Let me get you some water.”

“Mhm. Later.”

“You can’t sleep on the couch.”

“Watch me.”

“Wil.”

“Sweetness.”

“Let’s go to bed.”

“You’re gorgeous.”

“Stop it. You’re a fool.”

“You’re cruel.” Wil said, still restricting your movement. You were cruel to him, only because he was a fool for you.

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tonberry-yoda · 1 year

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I Work Alone - Viktor

notes - PLEASE I LOVE THIS MAN SM OMFG. He stole my heart faster than any man has ever before. I love him sm. And like omfg arcane is so good like what?!?!?!?!? so my arcane fans, where you at??? I hope you enjoy!! Sending lots of love <333

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Growing up in the under city didn't just make you an outcast. It made you something worse. It made life harder for you. Whenever you would even think about setting foot up top, no matter how much you tidied yourself or how much you made yourself look presentable, somehow they would always know. They would always know that you just didn't belong.

But that didn't stop you from anything.

You were going to change the world and you were going to make the under city nothing but just another side of the bridge.

And no one was going to stop you from that dream.

---

"y/n! How long are you going to be in there!!!"

Music blared in your room and you took a step back, appreciating your work.

"y/n! Open this goddamn door or I'm gonna break it down myself!!!"

Everything was coming together, you could feel it. Just one more-

"Y/N!!!!!"

You jumped when you heard your name being shouted from the other side of the door and you quickly turned off your music. You threw open the door, your face red with embarrassment to find Mel standing there, her arms crossed.

"I have been screaming your name for five minutes too long, y/n. What the hell are you doing?"

"I was just..." you rubbed the back of your neck and pointed to a mechanical piece on a desk that looked like a puppy.

"What is it?" Mel tilted her head and walked into the room. She reached toward the piece, but you stopped her quickly.

"D-Don't touch that. It's not done yet. I wanted to show it to Professor Heimerdinger first but-"

"Don't worry, y/n," Mel placed her hand on your shoulder and smiled at you. "I'll leave it be. The reason I bothered you though was because I wanted you to meet someone."

"Meet someone? Mel, you know I don't really like meeting new people. Plus I'm busy and-"

"I think you'll like him, y/n," Mel put her hand on your shoulder and smiled at you. "He wants to change the world."

"Change the world," you scoffed. "Don't they all?" Your tone was mocking, but honest. Everyone who grew up up here wanted to 'change the world' but nobody knew the world they needed to change. No one knew what the people in the under city had to go through. They did all this change for people to still suffer. You hated it.

"He's different, y/n. Please trust me."

You took a deep breath. "Fine. I'll go with you. But don't expect me to work with anyone, okay?"

The two of you stepped out of your lab and you walked out.

"You know," Mel giggled. "I don't really see how a mechanical puppy is supposed to change the world. You know, since you're so keen on doing that."

Your face flushed red. "Sh-Shut up, Mel. I just had a block and didn't want to change the world with my mind full of crap, so I wanted to do some... artistic freedom."

"I'm just teasing you, that's all."

Mel led you to a room pretty far away from your own. Another lab, it seemed. There was nothing you hated more than working with others though, so Mel was simply just wasting your time.

"Jayce?!" Mel called out. "Jayce, I brought that scientist!"

"What?!" Jayce was under some giant device in the middle of the room and slammed his head while trying to scoot himself out. You couldn't help but laugh.

"Damn." He stood up, rubbing his head, and walked over to you with a smile, sticking out his hand to shake yours. "You must be y/n, right?"

You smiled slightly and took his hand. "I am. You're Jayce?"

"That's me! Professor Heimerdinger has showed me some of your work. You're a very talented scientist, y/n."

You blushed a bit. "Oh, you think? Thanks. It's not much but you know..."

"Not much? Are you kidding?!" Jayce looked surprised. "This is nothing?!" He pulled out a picture that apparently the Professor had given him. Something that you made years ago. One of your best projects.

"Well, not nothing nothing.... but like... Thank you."

Jayce smiled at you. "I want you to work with me."

You looked shocked. "Work with you?" You turned to Mel and she just smiled.

"Yeah! You're super talented and the more the merrier!"

"Oh, I don't work with people." You admitted.

"Why not?" Jayce sat in a nearby chair, rolling it closer to you.

"It's just not how I like to work, thanks though."

You went to walk out, but Mel grabbed you on the shoulder and hissed in your ear. "y/n, this is a huge opportunity. Why not take it?"

"I work alone." You hissed back.

"Just please try for a while, y/n. You're giving up perfect opportunities. I want you to do something with your life instead of being cooped up in your room waiting for change that won't happen unless you get the help you need."

You exhaled sharply and turned to Jayce who was looking at you with a soft smile.

"Fine." You said quietly. "I'll work with you. But if it's all for nothing, I'm out. You promised change, now show me some."

Jayce smiled at you widely and shook your hand. "You won't regret this, y/n. And with your help, that change should come in no time. Now let me grab Viktor, he's gonna be so excited!!"

Jayce quickly ran off and you turned to Mel. "Viktor? Who's Viktor?"

"Your other partner, y/n. I want you to get along with these boys. I'm sure you'll make the change you desire."

Honestly, as much as that feeling inside of you wanted to hate the idea of working with other people, you were actually excited to work with Jayce. He was a very talented man who had made magic and science work together. And maybe he really was the missing piece you needed to make the change you desired so heavily.

Or maybe that missing piece was... him.

Your face flushed a bright shade of pink when Jayce dragged in a boy that looked no older than you. He had scruffy hair and deep cheekbones and held a cane.

"What's this all about, Jayce?" The boy asked with a thick accent. "I was working!" He fixed his hair and cursed at Jayce under his breath, but froze when he saw you.

"Viktor, I want you to meet y/n! Our new business partner."

Viktor limped forward and smiled at you. "I'm excited to work with you, y/n. Now come, I want to show you something." He immediately turned around and walked to where he came from. You turned to Jayce and Mel, who just shrugged at you.

"Are you coming, y/n?" Viktor asked. "And what about you, Jayce?"

You hurried over to Viktor and Jayce chuckled. "I think I'll keep working on this monster," he gave the giant device he was working on earlier a smack that echoed a metal boom.

"Fine then," Viktor scoffed. "More for y/n then. Come now."

While walking behind Viktor, you couldn't help but blush a little. He was just so.... you didn't know, but something about him stood out to you.

"You're from the under city, aren't you?" Viktor asked, not looking at you once.

"How did you know?" Ever since you somehow got into school above the under city, no one had recognized you were from down there in a long time.

Viktor chuckled. "I am from there too!"

"Really?!" You didn't know why that excited you so much. Maybe it was just nice to have someone with a familiar backstory who wanted to help with the same cause as you.

Viktor pressed his index finger onto his lips as if he were shushing you. "Don't tell Jayce though. I still want it to be a secret. It's more fun that way, no?"

You laughed. "Then I guess we'll keep each other's little secrets."

Viktor led you into a smaller lab where there was scattered papers and bits and pieces of mechanical parts spread across a large desk.

He walked over to a area covered in papers and swept them away before pulling out a bright blue shard of some sort. He threw it at you and you struggled to catch it, but luckily you did.

"What is this?" You eyed the piece for a moment before looking back up at Viktor.

"A Hex Crystal. Get used to it. This is what you'll be working with."

The luminescent blue crystal held your gaze for a long while. So this was how he was doing it? You were amazed. This little thing could do so much more than what it looked like it could do.

"Cool, huh?"

You smiled like an idiot. "Super cool."

"I cannot wait to work with you, y/n."

"I can't wait to work with you, Viktor."

---

Hextech was one of the most successful businesses in the world. Years of work paid off, and honestly, you made some great friends out of it.

The kid you were years ago begging for food on the sides of the streets of the under city would be ecstatic.

"Giving another speech today, Mr. Handome Pants?" You asked Jayce, pulling on a nice jacket to wear at another ceremony of many that you've already been to this week.

Jayce rolled his eyes at you and slicked back his hair. "Yes, I'm giving another speech today."

"Well, good luck out there!" You smiled and gave him a pat on the back that almost sent the man flying forward.

"Jesus, y/n. Maybe you're a little too supportive, don't you think?" He rubbed his back that definitely had a red mark in the shape of your hand.

You laughed and gave Jayce a hug. "Seriously though, good luck out there, Jayce. Thanks for everything."

You pulled away, and Jayce smiled at you. "I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you and Viktor. Thanks so much for joining us."

You smiled warmly and tightened Jayce's tie. "Don't be late."

"I won't." Jayce hurried out of the room and you just sat playing with a mechanical dog you made years ago. Mel told you it wouldn't change the world, but it sure made you happier, so it was one of your best inventions.

You heard a soft knock on the side of the door and looked up to find Viktor leaning in the door frame. "Jayce is giving the speech now."

"Not out there drinking or partying, Viktor?"

Viktor laughed out loud. "Imagine me partying. No. I'm working on something right now."

"When are you not?" The mechanical dog you were playing with ran to Viktor and laid on his feet.

"You act like you're any better, y/n."

"Hey! I'm actually not working on anything right now! I'm actually relaxing."

"We'll see how long that lasts." Viktor chuckled and walked over to where you were, taking a seat next to you as the dog found a little corner to lie in.

"You're awful, Viktor." You nudged him on the shoulder and he just giggled quietly.

"Am I now?"

"Yes."

The two of you sat in silence for quite a while, just enjoying the sun that was pouring into the room and the quiet before you both had to go out there and be representatives of Hextech. You didn't mind the chaos, but after a week of doing it, it could get quite exhausting.

"I'm glad I met you, Viktor." Your voice was quiet, but sincere.

"Where did that come from?" He matched your volume, a slight laugh behind his words.

"Just take the compliment."

"I'm glad I met you too."

"You're a very talented man." You turned to look at Viktor. He was so much paler then he used to be, and his cheekbones caved in even more, which you didn't even know was possible. Oh god, the least he could do is get some damn sleep.

"I think that's enough with the compliments. You're too full of flattery." Viktor set his hand on the leg that caused his limp and didn't look towards you at all.

You moved his hand and replaced it with yours. He finally looked over at you, shock painting his face. "y/n, I-"

You interrupted him quickly, pressing your lips to his. He was in shock for a few moments, but pulled you closer, a groan slipping out from the back of his throat. You pushed yourself into the kiss more, but didn't realize that would cause the both of you to fall flat onto the floor.

You both pulled your lips away from each other and he giggled, cupping your face. "What are we even doing?"

You just shrugged and fell onto Viktor's chest before laying next to him on the floor. You two stared at the ceiling, hand in hand for a while just listening to the sound of cheers from outside.

"I want to fix the under city." You said, your tone softer than it's ever been before. "I love helping up here, but what about them?"

"I know how you feel. I want to help too. I just don't know how."

You sighed. "Neither do I."

"But we can figure it out together, no?" He squeezed your hand and turned on his side, his nose inches away from your own. "We're smart and we know what it's like down there."

You smiled and cupped Viktor's face, placing a small kiss onto his nose. "I think we can. It might take time, but with you by my side, we can do anything."

"We can kick the world's ass."

You laughed out loud, making Viktor sigh lovingly. He loved that laugh.

"Yeah, Vik, we can kick the world's ass."

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours, sighing into the kiss. You pulled yourself over so you were on top of him and the two of you smiled into the kiss.

Viktor pulled away, his lips sticking to yours for a moment and he chuckled, the breath from his nose dusting your face. "I think I love you." He whispered.

"You think?"

He just laughed and pulled you in for another kiss.

"Ahem!" You both nearly jumped out of your skin, finding Jayce standing at the door with a stupid smile plastered on his face.

"Oh, what are you looking at?!" You scoffed, getting off of Viktor and helping him off of the ground.

"I didn't mean to interrupt this romantic moment," Jayce said. "But I would love to see you guys at the party downstairs. This is your company too, after all." He winked at the two of you and left.

You turned to Viktor with a smile. "Sorry about that."

"Please don't apologize," he placed a small kiss on your cheek and grabbed his cane. "We can do this another time. Maybe somewhere more..." he brought his lips mere centimeters away from your ear. "private."

And just like that, he left.

That bastard.

You were gonna get him back for that one.

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simeons-hips · 2 years

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Your Highness, I would humbly request an obey me ass comparison post.

ANYTHING FOR MY LOYAL SUBJECTS _(┐「ε:)_

obey me brothers in order from phatest to flatest ass

1. Beel

do NOT i repeat DO NOT slap his ass. if you see him laying on his front and feel the urge to lay your head to rest on his seemingly inviting cheeks- RESIST IT MY BROTHER IN CHRIST !!!! your head will go ‘konk’ and your bones will all break. beel’s ass is made of stone, absolute solid konkreate, don’t let the size fool you. (literally 2 watermelons size-wise)

2. Mammon

only other brother with a noticeably large badonkadonk. good muscle to fat ratio. when he wears booty shorts they look so good on him you can sense asmo seething from the other side of the room. his underwear magazine covers always sell out. if you grab his ass he shoots up through the roof and you’ll have to pay for damages.

3. Belphie

softest cheeks by far. get him to wear fuzzy pants and congratulations you have acquired the most comfortable pillow ever. (tries to convince u to body swap so he can feel what it’s like) if he shakes his hips hard enough you can audibly hear his cheeks clap. has only done this once in order to mimic footsteps to confuse a chasing lucifer on which way he went.

4. Lucifer

average tier ass. it’s a butt. he shits out of it. his dress pants don’t do wonders for him but it always looks nice. always clenched in anxiety but is a nice ratio to the rest of his body. the renaissance artists that sculpted him may have exaggerated a bit. has more ass hair than you’d think

5. Asmo

he…he has….. a flat ass. IK ASMO NATION IT HURTS its so tragic but so true. he refuses to get fillers but every once in a while he gets tempted. it’s not that obvious at first glance cuz he knows how to dress. plus he’s always sticking his booty out anyways like, spiritually he has the phattest ass of them all. o7

6. Levi

go girl give us nothing !!! okay to be fair, since he’s sedentary, it does jiggle as he walks. his pants are usually baggy but you can catch it. tuckus lacks muscle but feels like play dough so who’s to say he isn’t caked up. (six pack levi was a mass hallucination he doesn’t exist) disappears after you touch it because he does in fact Die after that happens.

7. Satan

we’ve all seen the official chat art. this man’s ass rivals binder paper. greedy ass lucifer couldn’t even spare some cheek it’s all bone but it’s well sculpted !! but then those pants absolutely do not help the cause in fact they actively shrink his cheeks because they are so ugly someone dress this man first then we’ll speak of asshancements

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The Sides As ABBA Songs, Because ABBA Slays

I'm on an ABBA kick guys, bear with me- I thought this would be a cool thing to do, plus you get reasons why :3 If you disagree, lmk!

✨Roman✨

Honey, Honey

- Look, it’s as cheesy as ABBA can get. It’s totally up Roman’s alley

- Probably daydreams about Thomas’ crushes to this song specifically

- Knows almost all of the Mamma Mia! lore (Context: A lot of ABBA music was used in Mamma Mia!, a concert-style musical made specifically with ABBA in mind)

- Puts him in the mood to write some kind of romance novel

- Bro is probably obsessed with ABBA an unhealthy amount, to the point C!Thomas starts having dreams about the group members

⭐Logan⭐

The Name Of The Game

- I was originally going to put S.O.S for Lo-gay, but I feel like this one fits better

- Totally jams out to some of ABBA’s chiller songs while reading or while working

- ‘And you make me feel, and you make me show, what I’m trying to conceal’ sounds like somebody is having some funny lil issues hiding something HMMMM???? MAYBE SOME EMOTIONS?????

- Likes to research the members, just to familiarize himself with the artists to better understand

- Probably analyzes every little lyric, but likes this song just a tad more than the others because.. well, he relates in a way.

🌩️Virgil🌩️

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!

- The purp man, listening to something OTHER THAN ROCK????!?? Holy shit it’s a miracle

- The most emo song made by ABBA by far

- ‘Won’t somebody help me chase the shadows away?’ C’MON NOW

- Really likes the instrumentals, that’s for sure

- Listens to it kinda often, although it’s kinda just shoved in his 12 hour playlist

- For some reason it calms him down a little when he’s really anxious

- Probably makes up scenarios in his head based on the lyrics

- Not a huge ABBA fan, but tolerates their music a good amount

- Would totally go to a concert tho

💙Patton💙

Slipping Through My Fingers

- I ACTUALLY ALMOST CRIED THINKING ABOUT THIS ONE :(

- It’s just- *sniff* PARENT OVERLOOKING THEIR KID WHO’S FINALLY ALL GROWN UP :((((

- ‘Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture, And save it from the funny tricks of time’ I CHOKED AND DIED :(

- Pat probably listens to this song sparingly, because he might relate just a lil too much

- He does like it, it’s just he’s a very emotional guy

- Honestly, he probably listens to ABBA just because it’s ABBA

- Jams to Dancing Queen tho

⚜️Janus⚜️

Voulez-Vous

- Come on now. The phrase ‘Nothing promised, no regrets’? Literally Janus in a nutshell.

- Not really his taste, but sometimes puts it on as a boost of some sort (Probably in the morning)

- I mean, this song is just a bop

- DEFINITELY plays the Just Dance version with Remus or one of the other sides

- I lied he likes playing all the ABBA songs on JD okay he just does

- Probably quotes the french in this song (Only Roman gets it, and 85% of the time he just doesn’t remember what it means)

🟩Remus⬛

Does Your Mother Know?

- Do I need to explain?

- This song is just- yes

- Would definitely tease someone interested in him exactly like this song does

- He’s just so silly

- Probably headbangs to ABBA’s more “explicit” songs

- This one though, he likes because of its funny lil’ indications

- Likes Mamma Mia! like Roman, but only because of the dirty jokes and the “funny” content

- Is pissed it’s not on Just Dance

- Most likely changes the lyrics sometimes to whatever weird things pop into his head that works

- Blasts ABBA music in the background when smashing things with his morningstar (need I explain? we all know he smashes things outta nowhere)

BONUS!!!

💤Sleep💤

Money, Money, Money

- You know this dude is about to spend all his money on starbucks

- It’s just- his aesthetic

- Would definitely marry a wealthy man/woman just for the money

- Hardcore ABBA fan, shut up you cannot change my freaking mind

- Knows all the words

- (Begrudgingly) Geeks out with Roman about it every once in a while

- Causes C!Thomas to lose sleep over this fact (Sleep literally just disappears)

- His personal playlist is half ABBA

- Scored Megastar on Just Dance on every ABBA song (Janus and Remus r jealous of his talent)

💗Emile💗

Chiquitita

- The song reminds me of the therapist friend, so ofc the boi himself deserves it

- Prefers to listen to cartoon soundtracks, though will make an exception every once and a while

- He’s such a sweetheart omg

- If C!Thomas and Emile met in some multiverse I feel like this song describes how a later interaction would go

- I forget that Sleep and Emile aren’t sides lolol

- Also really enjoys Super Trouper for some reason even he can’t explain, he just likes it lol

🌈C!Thomas🌈

Angeleyes

- Nico where u at bby gurl :0

- It’s one of those correlations you can’t explain in a simple way

- ‘Sometimes, when I’m lonely, I sit and think about him’ LIKE AWH ik the song is actually about a breakup BUT SHHHH LET ME BE DELUSIONAL

- Probably enjoys ABBA a moderate amount, he doesn’t really have a cohesive opinion

- Is tired of Roman’s bs tho lol

- There is a breakup mentioned in SaSi somewhere, so this song does kinda make sense in a way

- Vibes with Patton to Dancing Queen 100%

#logan sanders #patton sanders #remus sanders #roman sanders #sanders sides #ts roman #tss virgil #ts patton #ts sides #ts logan #ts janus #thomas sanders #ts headcanon #janus sanders #virgil sanders

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Charles needed to get blood for the little vampire. But first, Ollie.

He found the man in the living room, listening to music.

“Hello dear. Please, sit with me. I need to speak with you.”

Ollie instantly looked panicked, as he knew he would. Charles took the younger man’s hands in his own and smiled gently.

“Don’t fret, darling. I have news, but it shouldn’t mean much change for you, at least not right now. And I need you to understand, I adore you and will never replace you or get rid of you. Now, as for what exactly the news is, well.”

Charles took a deep breath and then said it.

“Someone sent me a vampire. To be my newest pet.”

Ollie instantly teared up, but he was doing a good job not fully crying. Charles wasn’t sure if that was something that should really be celebrated or not.

“You can cry if you need to, darling. As I just told you, I would never replace your or get rid of you. You are my wonderful muse. I adore you above anything else, my dear. But, that being said, I can’t exactly send the vampire away. They might get mistreated by someone cruel, and I’d never forgive myself for that. Do you understand?”

“I… I don’t know, Mr. Charles.“

“That’s okay. That’s perfectly okay, Ollie. It’ll be confusing for awhile, I’m sure.”

He patted Ollie’s hand, then thought of adding,

“Also, the vampire is quite starved and confused, I think, so I am going to keep them restricted to just a few rooms until they’re settled in. Perhaps a week or two at the most. These won’t be rooms you or I frequent. This will also allow you and I to become more accustomed to the idea of the vampire as well.”

Ollie nodded. A few tears rolled down his cheek. Charles handed him a handkerchief and the young man wiped his face.

“Mr. Charles?”

“Yes, darling?”

“Will the vampire be your new muse?”

Charles consider this for a moment.

“I don’t think so. I’m not very… artistically inspired by them. I strongly dislike starvation, which they have suffered greatly from. Plus, there’s just some people that I just don’t find as fascinating as others. Aesthetic attraction, I believe it’s called.”

Ollie nodded, still clearly quite shaken. Charles let go of one of his hands and cupped Ollie’s cheek.

“Dear, nothing will happen to you, I swear it. I shan’t get rid of you, no matter what. Please trust me.”

Ollie nodded.

“Okay, sir. I do.”

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Charles, with the help of his wonderful assistants, had found a place nearby to buy bags of blood for vampires. He had bought enough to last them just about a week, as he was afraid of quickly the bags might expire.

About two hours after he had left, Charles re-entered the vampire’s room to find them curled up and asleep. They looked relatively peaceful like this, if he ignored the starvation and other glaring signs of mistreatment.

He debated about waking them, but decided against it. Instead, he just elf the blood bag on the other side of the room, figuring they’d just open it when they’re hungry and hopefully wouldn’t get too much blood on the blanket and pillows, since it’s far from the sleeping area, so there should be the minimal amount of spattering.

Part 1, Part 2

Part 3:

CW: starvation, internalized dehumanization, it as a pronoun, female vampire whumpee

The vampire didn't know how long it had been asleep when it finally woke. The room was an interior room, with no windows to judge time by. (It wouldn't let itself become hopeful about the lack of sunlight and what that meant about how its new owner would treat it.) Its internal clock was also all but entirely untrustworthy at this point, so it couldn't judge the time that way.

It noticed the change almost immediately.

Blood.

It could smell it. The plastic-and-disinfectant smell of the packaging did nothing to quell the instinctive surge of hunger as it focused on the bag of blood. It found itself crawling across the room, away from its sleeping nest and towards the empty corner where the blood bag lay on the ground, before it could catch itself.

No. Bad pet.

It was such a stupid creature. It wasn't allowed to take the blood, even if the bag was left in this room. Even if its new owner had said he would get it food, that wasn't the same as giving it permission to eat.

No, this was a test. Another test, just like the leniency the man had described earlier when saying what it was allowed to do. He obviously wanted to see its training in action, to see what it would do given such apparent freedoms.

Well. If he wanted to catch it misbehaving so he could punish it? He was out of luck.

It was better trained than that.

It straightened, transitioning from hands and knees to a kneel. It rested its hands on its knees and did its best to arrange its face into something akin to calm contentedness, rather than the aching, empty misery it truly felt.

Its owner would decide whether he wanted to punish it or not. It wouldn't give him any extra reasons to do so.

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I'm still not sure who all to tag in a crossover like this, so please let me know if you'd prefer me not to!

@kim-poce @nonbinary-disaster @onlybadendings @neverthelass @its-mysweetlittlesecret-blog @ghostfacepepper @someonesnamesblog @rainbowsandwhumperflies @extemporary-whump @thecyrulik @myhusbandsasemni @heart4brains @kixngiggles @whumpsday @whumppsychology @elrysdoesstuff @towerlesskey @inkkswhumpandstuff @whumpycries @thingsthatgo-whump-inthenight @haro-whumps @pigeonwhumps @cc1010foxy @bloodinkandashes

#the heart and the hunger #crossover #charles & ollie #pet whump #slave whump #vampire whumpee #vampire whump #whump writing #celeste the vampire #starvation #it as a pronoun #female whumpee #the vampire is female

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welcome-to-jay · 11 months

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Ranking Every Single One of Sissel Ghost Trick's Talking Sprites Because I Crazy (There Will Be Spoilers!)

Let's start off with Base Sissel. One of the coolest protagonist designs in gaming. Not too busy but the striking colors make it instantly memorable. The red suit + black shirt is sliiiick, plus the shades which are crucial to his character. This is a 10/10 design.

Now we have a smiling Sissel. Even his grin is just as sharp and angular as the rest of him. That is definitely a Cool Guy Smirk™. I'll give this one a modest 6/10.

This is a Sissel sprite we don't see that often, as far as I know. He's shocked, but not That shocked. With all the crazy shit that happens in his game, its no wonder we don't see this Kinda Shocked expression more often. However, with this sprite we see a key feature of Sissel's Shades, they can emote! Here they widen in surprise. 7/10 for a Surprised Sissel.

Probably one of the best "I dunno" gestures I've ever seen. Sissel is so cool he only shrugs with one hand. That open palm also conveys a kinda "well, how about this?" gesture. I don't have much more to say abut this sprite because its strength lies in its casual simplicity. 10/10

He's thinkin'. There's not much more to it. I really wonder if, between this game and Ace Attorney, the Capcom artists are tired of drawing thinking poses. That being said though, this is a classic pose, nothing out there about it. But that's okay, because Sissel isn't supposed to be an "out there" character. He has a bunch of quirky detective friends for that. 6/10.

Sissel is looking really emotional here! Emotional with which emotion exactly? Well that's one of the great things about having eyes and eyebrows (or maybe he just doesn't have eyebrows?) covered by shades! Because that part of his face is obscured, this aggressive stance could portray anger, surprise, or a secret third thing! Either way, you know it's a tense moment when Sissel loses his cool like this. 8/10.

I mean, come on. This one just speaks for itself. Bro is dumbfounded, flabbergasted, stupified and *looks at thesaurus.com* ...in a dither? Okay? Anyway, there's a lot to love about this sprite. His shades are doing the thing again where they widen in reaction so Sissel's surprise. His face is portrayed facing more to the side than usual to accentuate that goofy look on his face. 10/10 sprite.

Again, I have to wonder if Capcom artists are tired of drawing people sweating. Anyway, this is another sprite that's used during tense moments (other than at the beginning of the game, when Sissel gets really sweaty trying to get his bearings) so you can really feel how Sissel is feeling. It's hard to keep your cool when you're constantly being put in Situations, especially when those Situations involve Puzzles. 5/10, I don't like seeing Sissel sweaty.

Spoilers under the cut!

Pensive Sissel 😔This is technically another thinking sprite, but a much more introspective one, and I think it really works with Sissel's character. You have to remember that he spends the entire game dead, so he doesn't really owe anyone anything. But he still helps people out anyway, out of the kindness of his heart and a little guidance from a desk lamp. And he does manage to save a lot of people, not just with his actions but with his words. Ah, but I guess that's more about his personality than this sprite huh? Anyway, an introspective Sissel is a blessed thing. 9/10, because this sprite reminds me of some of the best parts of this game.

Hold on a mo', this isn't our Sissel! That's right, there's another Sissel walking around killing people while our Sissel is dead as a rat in a torpedo. And right after your brain explodes after that reveal, the game whips out this sprite! It's Sissel, but he's menacing! He's sinister! It's such a sharp turn from the other expressions we've seen from Sissel that it's hard not to get taken back. It hammers in that lingering feeling that whoever Sissel is and whoever this guy is... just can't be one and the same. Now both Sissel and the player have to come to terms with that fact while the game still keeps you nose-deep in mysteries. 10/10 obviously.

And that's it! Our favorite Sissy has to take a little nap now. He's a little tuckered out after being appraised by me for an entire post, I tend to have that effect on people. I really wish he would put his ass away though...

Anyway, thanks so much for reading all the way through this post! It was meant half as a writing exercise but mostly as a chance to talk about a character I really like from a game I'm really passionate about! Play Ghost Trick! You won't regret it!

#ghost trick #sissel ghost trick #sissel #ghost trick spoilers #welcome to jay

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This is not a new thought on my physical disability situation.

But my body being like this right now is because of my heavy training in childhood.

This is going to be a long one so, more under the cut.

CW: for brief mentions of anorexia and the Eteri expiration date

I will start by explaining a couple of examples of this with the team Tutberidze.

The team Tutberidze is managerd by Eteri Tutberidze and is mostly known for her olimpic winners, all being trained through their early teen years until they're able to finally get to the olímpics.

Issue is, the way she trains them, notably to do quads, is via starving them (they're not allowed to drink any water or eat anything on competition days as Alina has mentioned before), the main way you can do quads is if you weigh very little.

So she focuses on that, low body weight, and forgoes a lot of strength training that is not needed for that technique. Now, in the early teens everything is okay, issue comes at 16-17.

Yulia Lipnitwkaya, in 2014, was the first in this long line of hers. She did great in her individual olimpic category and went home with gold through the team event.

When she went back to Russia her body started crumbling down, all her skills slowly diminished, her technique became poorer and failed most jumps.

At 19 she retired from competitive skating.

Then there's Evgenia Medvedveva, she went undefeated for two years after junior categories had been fully won. She then went to the olimpics.

She was 17-18 when she went to the olímpics with her teammate Alina Zagitova (being 15 and much less injured). Six months before the olimpics Evgenia fractured her foot, which she still skated on during europeans being beaten by her teammate Alina.

She went to the olímpics still, both skated great, Alina won by 1.31 points and for the first time Evgenia cried in a competition. After 11 years of training under Eteri she went to another team in Canada.

Alina slowly lost her skills at 16 and by 17 announced she was going to take a pause in competitive figure skating. At 19 she left competitive and was hospitalized for three months to battle her anorexia.

Eteri has never been able to train boys into the Olympics (in single category) as far as i know, this plus how all this athletes slowly crumbled down physically after a certain age has created the term "the Eteri Expiration Date" which is 17 years old.

My specific case was similar, artistic/sincronised swimming, competitive training that favored girls of 11-15 and while we trained our strength and all, it was favored to be on that skinny side, not fit, low body weight focus.

My chronic pain started at 15 with my articulations then moved to my back with the scoliosis at 16. By 17 I stopped going to training for personal reasons.

At 18-19 I was also battling with anorexia and semi successfully got out of it on my own, to this day I still have to battle with that way of thinking.

I recently had the chance to talk with one of my old teammates, she basically told me our trainer ignored questions about me when they asked why I wasn't there anymore.

Most importantly, I asked her about the physical side, if she remembered it being LIKE THAT, now, she doesn't have any physical disabilities, but she did leave at 15 a year later (she was younger than me) and did agree that the training was brutal, bruises were common nearly every week, and that our trainer was probably thinking Olympics when training us. Plus, she also went through ED issues.

I'm not sure if this is a few isolated cases or this is a genuine phenomenon at this point, I always second guess myself, so.

If you have had this experience, know someone, have any more info on this, etc. Please comment it.

I won't make a paper or anything but putting a name to it, or maybe there already is one, would help.

If nothing comes of this at least I put it out there, this is half a vent half that reaching out thing honestly.

#cpunk #disabled #physically disabled #competitive sports #artistic swiming #sincronized swiming #team Tutberidze #yulia lipnitskaya #evgenia medvedeva #eteri tutberidze #alina zagitova #eteri expiration date #mine #cw:anorexia #anorexia #i might get yelled at for this one in anon tbh

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They Danced

The Prefect had managed to take a few things with her on her way back to Twisted Wonderland. Among them was a reccording of Hadestown, her favorite musical (dhe won't say that technically it was illegal though, its not her fault there isn't a professionally recorded version).

Naturally, she wanted to share it with her friends, particularly those she knew to be more artistically inclined such as Vil or Rook. Unfortunately, she got rejected by almost everybody. Of the 14 she invited, only 1 showed, the rest too busy with their responsabilities or punishments (Deuce once again pays for Ace's shenanigans).

Now, under normal circumstances she'd be sad about this, but seeing how her crush was the one to accept she had to believe this was some sort of sign. Plus the housewardens were rather busy lately, what with Crowley dumping his duties on them upon realizing she would be away for a few days (she did feel a little bad about this but then again, with all her unpaid therapy this is a way to repay her no?).

Now she stands in the kitchen, staring at the snacks she managed to save from Grim's unstoppable appetite. 2 bags of chips, some candy and soda. Not a great selection but it would do for just the two of them. Just in case, she also prepared a sauce to go with the chips and cleaned the living room in preparation of his arrival.

Grim was currently serving detention with Ace and Deuce, unsurprisingly, which meant she had the dorm all to herself. This night couldn't be more perfect.

A few minutes later, the doorbell rang. The Prefect ran to the door and composed herself in front of it to try and look cool before opening it. There stood Jamil holding a bag, presumably with food. 'Hi! Come in, everything's set up'

Jamil smiled at her and offered the bag 'I brought some masghati since you seemed interested last time I mentioned them' she grabbed the bag and peeked inside to see the sweets nicely decorated with dried fruits. They would go best with some tea so she went to put the kettle on while Jamil arranged the plates (at this point she no longer tries to stop him, he seems to like helping around when its of his own free will).

With the tea ready, both sat comfortably on the couch. The Prefect was about to press play when Jamil asked her 'Where are the others?' her heart beat faster at the reminder that it'd be just the two of them. She hoped he couldn't hear, what with him being seated at the other end of the couch.

'Riddle, Azul, Vil and Malleus are busy doing Crowley's job' Jamil snorted and muttered a small 'Nothing new there' she smiled with him. 'Rook is on a trip with his family, and Jack and Epel went with him to "unlock his story", Cater, Lilia and Kalim had a...club thing? Idia is Idia and Ace and Deuce have detention with Trein' she finished recounting them all and tried to gauge Jamil's reaction through a side glance. He seemed to relax more upon hearing there'd be no more guests. She dard hope this meant he liked her or at least trusted her enough to let his guard down a little bit.

'And Grim?' his arm now rested on the back of the couch and she wanted desperately to be closer so she could put her head on it 'Guess' her smirk was all the hint he needed to know he was with the other troublemakers.

'Well, their loss. Its just us then' on the surface the statement wasn't special, but the way he said it with that hint of sultriness, the way his eyes ever so slightly traveled down her body and back up as if to confirm she had dressed this nicely for him and him alone. The way his posture shifted just the tiniest bit closer, more arrogant, inviting her in. Okay maybe she should just press play and stop imagining things before she combusted from the embarrasment. Jamil smirked at her flustered face, pleased with himself.

The theater lit up, showing Hermes walking on stage. Soon the rest of the characters were positioned for the first song and they began introducing everybody. So far Jamil seemed entertained, enjoying the pace and beat of the song, tapping his fingers on the armrest to the tune of the song.

Soon the wedding song came up and the Prefect couldn't stop herself from singing along. Jamil hid his surprise at hearing her sing for the first time since meeting her pretty well but the yearning in his eyes was another story. Just then, the Prefect turned to him giggling and forced him to grab at his hoodie to hide before she could see his fluster. That only made her giggle louder and tease him lightly. So much for looking cool.

By the time Persephone was singing about how unnaturally hot Hadestown was, Jamil was fully invested...and also twice as glad that nobody else could see him like that, how embarrasing.

Once the story reached the middle, the Prefect paused it to stand up and stretch, hearing a satisfying pop from her back. 'Aren't we watching the rest?' Jamil stood despite his question and helped the Prefect grab the plates and cups and take them to the kitchen.

'There's quite a bit left, so we're taking a pause to stretch our legs and drink water' just as she said that, she filled a cup with water and offered it to him. Jamil took it and drank while formulating a question in his mind.

The Prefect beat him to it though 'Are you liking it so far?' the gleam in her eyes told him it was important that he answer correctly, no...honestly. He thought for a second before replying 'At first Orpheus didn't seem like a likeable character to me, and I think you know why' she nodded 'but- I guess I can respect how devoted he is to his dream and Eurydice. The music is good, I knew that from the first song and everybody sings really well, I don't know yet if I love it, I need to know how it ends first, but so far I'm enjoying it' he allowed himself to be honest, it was just the two of them, and it payed off. Her smile, once nervous but excited, grew into a bright light that tugged at his heart and made him feel alive. Damn his heart, filling his mind with poetry like he was Hunt.

They finished their drinks, washed everything and went back to the couch. It wasn't lost on the Prefect how this time Jamil sat closer.

During the second act, Jamil started to change his opinion on a few things, or at least that's what she thought by the quiet muttering of her guest. She wanted to ask him about it but then she caught a few words like 'That's how the world is' 'Still won't give up? Huh' 'Wait they actually care?!' and at this point she had a good idea of what was going on in his head. She felt that perhaps she could inquire about his opinion of Hades but stilled her tongue.

The moment was upon them: the song Orpheus had been working on from the very beginning. She tapped Jamil on the knee (when did he get so close?) excitedly and whisper-yelled 'This is it! This is the greatest song in the history of musical theater!' Jamil simply smirked, melting at the look of joy this scene brought her. He payed close attention to it, to her.

Orpheus, battered and bruised, stood in the center of the stage with his guitar/lyre and a microphone. He began to sing and Hades mocked him at first but soon shut up upon hearing his melody. Jamil noticed the Prefect muttering the lyrics and wondered just how many times she must have watched this play. But he also thought she was right, the song was beautiful, he couldn't assure it was the best in musical theater given how little he knew on the subject (particularly from her world) but he could believe it and that was enough. The song came to a pause as Hades sang, and Jamil felt compelled to sing along. Dry, shy, almost as if he were remembering a foggy memory but vulnerable like he hadn't been in a long time.

The Prefect looked at him with surprise, her heart skipped a beat at seeing her crush relating to the play and she couldn't hold back from smiling the same way Persephone smiled on the screen. Warm and hopeful.

'I've always loved their dance, it seems so tender and intimate yet elegant and powerful, you can feel the love and history they have' her hand grazed his by accident and Jamil glued his eyes to the screen in a bid to avoid becoming flustered again. But while she was swooning at the dance, he chanced a look at her and saw just how enamoured she looked. Dancing? He could do that, he was a very good dancer, he loved dancing and she clearly wanted to try this. Maybe they could dance later. His heart swelled with hope at the thought.

By the time Orpheus was walking back home, Jamil had all but forgotten the lyrics from the beginning. He was so invested in the story he didn't see the ending coming. A man, walking alone, doubting himself, a woman, walking behind him, reassuring him of her love but he couldn't hear.

A gasp echoed in the room.

Jamil felt something wet on his cheek. The Prefect was wiping some tears from her face and the only sound was of soft sobbing. His or her he wasn't sure.

'Why?' the Prefect didn't answer, she merely pointed at Hermes on the screen.

Processing his emotions, Jamil listened to the last songs. To Hermes retelling the story in honor of his friend, to Persephone raising her cup for those who remain, to everybody singing for Orpheus and to the troupe beginning their tale again as the curtain fell. He was a mess. Never one to cry over fictional works, Jamil was a bit embarrassed to be in this state in front of his crush, but there was little he could do to stop. He had relaxed and opened up more as the play progressed and now it was all he could do to reel those feelings back in. The Prefect however grabbed his chin and made him look at her, gently caressing his cheek. 'Why do you like this so much? It's rather sad for someone like you' Jamil refused to meet her eyes as he asked the question he wanted to from an hour ago in the least shaky voice he could muster. Internally he winced, it came out worse than he planned but she didn't seem to mind.

'I love it because its a tragedy. You know from the start how it ends: Orpheus fails, he looks back and Eurydice remains dead. Still we can't help but hope. Hope that maybe this time it'll be different, this time Orpheus will trust and they both will go home' Jamil had trouble wrapping his head around that idea and she could tell so she changed her words 'Orpheus's fate has been sealed from the beginning, there is nothing he can do. But still we hope it can change: the actors change, the band changes, even the theater they perform at changes so why not the ending? Its admittedly very meta but isn't it worth it? To hope for that happinnes?' that he could understand. Jamil himself had once overblotted from his despair of the life that was chosen for him. But ever since the Prefect had crashed into this world, she had showed them, showed him that hope wasn't such an idiotic thing. Looking at her, he hoped to see her smile more, to hear her laugh for him, to share his dreams and future with her.

He stood up offering her his right hand. The Prefect was confused until he explained 'You said you always loved the dance from the play...so dance with me' despite his muttering she could hear clearly what he said, and also see the blush overtaking his face. With her heart beating wildly she took his hand and stood at arms lenght from him.

In the quiet evening in Ramshackle the only sound that could be heard was two pairs of feet moving along to an imaginary rythm, perfectly in synch.

Jamil pulled her in, pushed her away, twirled her once and twice before coming back together to a slow sway. There, so close to each other their breaths intermingled, Jamil finally met her eyes and what he saw there surely reflected what she saw in his. Love and adoration so pure it filled him with certainty. They leaned in.

The kiss was gentle, as if scared to hurt the other. Jamil's right hand rose to cup her cheek while her hands grabbed his jacket and pulled him impossibly closer. Soon one kiss turned two turned three turned dozens. Only when they ran out of breath did they part, and Jamil took this moment to rest his forehead against hers, staring into her eyes with all the untold things his heart longed to share.

He opened and closed his mouth a few times, trying to come up with the perfect way to ask what he wanted to ask but once again, she beat him to it 'Do you want to be my boyfriend?'. Hadn't they been so close he wouldn't have heard it.

For the first time in a very long time, Jamil allowed himself to feel fully, his heart bursting with love, happinnes and hope. He sang a soft 'laa la la la la la laaa' as an aswer before kissing her once again and she simply giggled. Something beautiful had bloomed that evening in Ramshackle and Jamil would do everything in his power to nurture it like she had nurtured the hope in his heart.

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So this scenario had been in my head since I first saw Hadestown (if you haven't watched it you really should, it's beautiful. Youtube has a few reccordings) but then I heard how good Jamil sings and thought oh no he has to be Orpheus and then @merotwst answered and ask (hi btw it was me) saying how perfect he'd be for Hades and I just- yes. A million times yes. So I came back to this idea and decided to write it before it takes over the part of my brain I use for work and chores.

I hope you like it and sorry about the pronouns but I tend to get confused when writting in english so using a female mc seemed easiest. If I ever write something more I'll try to use neutral pronouns.

#twisted wonderland #jamil viper #twst mc #jamil x reader #hadestown #I wrote this in a rush lol #no beta we die like the prefect's wallet #hedgehog originals

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goat-and-coat · 4 months

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UT Yellow Spoilers Ahead.

So. Here’s some buffer text so this shouldn’t show up in your notifications. The spoilery parts. The spoiliest. Consider this your spoiler warning.

Yeah, this is probably long enough. I’m just gonna shotgun this lol.

We’re going to start with the good.

So the good!

Yeah. There’s a LOT. Way too much to mention, so here’s some highlights.

Toriel showing up is obviously a necessity. But it was such a cool little moment to have the rescue ending (:

Nice callback to UT’s little “wait for something to happen” moments that happen in the Core and Ruins.

The music, of course, is amazing. Whether it’s the original music or the remix (I dig that Hopes and Memes remix), they did a phenomenal job.

On the front of artistic expression, the art. Sprites are amazing. The flashback art is amazing. The videos are super cool. The animations are really good.

Gameplay is pretty in line with Undertale. You’ll find yourself holding X a lot more to slow yourself down than you did in UT.

I like how the game makes callouts to beloved characters we don’t see directly, like Alphys and Undyne. It was nice to see more of the same side characters, too. The expansion on monsters is good- like Dalv. And we finally see farms.

I love Clover, Martlet, and the Feisty Five. Cerboro… well, we’ll talk about her later. Their dialogue is always great. I don’t think there was even a single bad line.

The hugs at the end! And the hand holding! And how much everyone just loves Clover aaaaah

Also Flowey (:

Good cowboy representation!!!

Snowdin expansion (:

More of the Ruins we never got to see (:

We got to see the city up close wooo!!

The map is just good. My favorite part was the Dunes. I liked seeing the UG Apartment Complex. The Royal statue specifically. Nice smaller detail that I’m glad didn’t go forgotten.

Also! UT Yellow successfully retains the writing and goofiness of UT. While the drama doesn’t hit AS hard, it’s still definitely a tearjerker! It really makes you see the six kids as more than just a number. Helps to put gravity and weight on that.

But most importantly, the creators very clearly have such love and respect for UT. It shows in their creation. A lot of hard work and effort went into it. UT Yellow is what all fan games should look to do in my opinion. I want you to keep this in mind for what I’m going to say about the dislikes.

Here’s what I didn’t like:

Do you wish every fight was as bad as Sans? Do you hate everyone and yourself? Do you wish to inflict pain on your mental well-being? Do you straight up suck at dodging, but love seeing game over screens?

Congratulations. This game is for you. It’s a mix bag for me. Extra challenge is good, but this was extreme.

The boss fights don’t hold back. So this could easily be in the “good” category if you’re a masch… maschochist? Masc… enjoy pain. I can’t spell it, okay??? And I ain’t gonna Google it.

Axis took me close to two and a half hours to beat (in comparison, the dance boss took only about an hour and a half).

That’s my only real complaint about the pacifist run as far as combat goes. No way monsters would’ve been locked away without a single soul during the war if they were this strong.

I will say the world makes the Underground seem TOO big, which contradicts the whole “the underground is too small” narrative Undertale pushed. I think Yellow mentions it once or twice, too? HOWEVER!! I am totally and completely willing to ignore this because cowboy hehe (:

Plus, it explains some food source. Little curious how they’re growing crops underground, but I’ll just go with “it’s magic so it doesn’t need sunlight” as my excuse.

Flowey. I know I said I liked him, too. So here’s what’s going on.

This is gonna be weird to people because Asriel and Frisk are my favorite UT characters. And I don’t even dislike Flowey in Yellow! He’s super funny.

But he should not be there.

His presence opens up a whole can of worms.

1- He can save and load while Clover can’t (he is Clover’s save point). This isn’t an issue in itself, but it is an issue at the same time because Flowey’s goal to take human souls would be ten billion times easier if he just bodied Clover at the very first opportunity like he tried to do with Frisk. This is a kid who throws a temper tantrum after about five seconds of you not dying to his bullets. I don’t think he would have the patience to play the long con.

2- Flowey doesn’t seem to have met a human other than Chara and Frisk… and the ones who killed him, I guess. The True Lab implies that before him, LemonBread had the SAVE/LOAD ability for a short time.

3- Flowey’s presence also stuffs the timeline in a box. We’re to assume Flowey in UT woke up relatively recently, because he’s been screwing with timelines. But Toriel tells us a human hasn’t been underground in “a long time” in both games. I can picture this being 7-10 years minimum.

Are we really going to believe Alphys had people locked in her basement for ten years? Because I couldn’t see that lasting more than 3 months tbh. 6 months would be a MASSIVE stretch before people stormed the gates. I feel like Alphys’s mention should’ve been left at “the new Royal scientist made a robot.”

Leave out the subplot of Cerbora’s blatant disregard for child safety. You wouldn’t even need to do away with the (frankly busted) fight she had (I did most of it with the silver scarf btw).

My final thing that is a total complaint is the genocide ending. Clover gains the LOAD/SAVE, one shots Asgore, murks Flowey, and frees the souls. But they’d still be trapped down there lol.

I feel like Asgore should’ve just skewered Clover and that should’ve been the genocide ending. Flowey being left out would’ve nullified my dislike of him dying (for realsies).

Though I will say, the art made exclusively for it is disturbing as heck and belongs in a horror game. So they definitely did a great job on that part of it.

Speaking of Asgore… he seems really out of character to just fire someone like he does. I can disregard this as him wanting kids to NOT die. Axis is very clearly a way bigger threat than MTT could ever dream to be.

So really, my complaints boil down to:

1- Game too hard ):

2- Biiiig place but cool so it’s worth it (but how the heck is there a desert down here? Who cares!? Worth it!)

3- Genocide ending sad and dumb and I hate it because sad and weird):

4- Flowey’s presence

5- Timeline confuzzlement.

The first is a skill issue (even if I know I haven’t had nearly as many issues as some other people).

The second is really just a mix bag. It makes sense in most places (Snowdin, Hotland, New Home, Home/the Ruins) but less so in other places (the Dunes, aka my favorite spot in Yellow. Damn, I’m willing to compromise just to keep this tho.)

The third is just personal preference I guess… I don’t like how it’s contradictory to UT. As a stand-alone thing, it’s perfectly fine. Just too depressing for me.

The fourth… well… okay, this is the only complaint I don’t see myself budging on.

The fifth just needs some minor corrections.

How is Yellow overall?

If Undertale is a 9, which frankly it is, I’d give UT Yellow a solid 8.75. It should be impossible to make a fan game that’s almost as good as the content it was based on, but the absolute madlads did it. They really did it.

Jury’s still out on DeltaRune, but I rate it around an 8.25 so far.

For context, out of all of my favorite games, I’ve never once thought of a game as a ten. Not even the fantastic Fallout: New Vegas or the reliable (Halo) Reach.

#undertale yellow spoilers #ut yellow spoilers

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insomniac-jay · 2 years

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The Heroes Ch.9 Full Sneak Peek

The Heroes [Chapter 9: New Developments]

"Last night, yet another gang war erupted; this time in the residential district of downtown Kobe. The cause? The drug known as Ace-"

The screen went black. Sol turned towards Yukito with a look on his face that could only say "What the actual fuck?" He was sure that they were thinking the same thing, that is couldn't be real.

"No..." Yukito huffed out his nose and ran his fingers through his hair.

It was true. He could hardly believe it. Even his cigarette hung off his lips from such disbelief. "This cannot be real. I know there's not gang wars over this shit."

"But there is!" Sol flung his arms open. "Can you imagine my horror when I heard that on the news this morning?! And then I got an email from Sir Nighteye saying that we need to declare a public emergency!"

Yukito extinguished his cigarette then stood up. "Okay, okay. This shit is going too far, but we can fix this."

Things were getting out of hand. For the past few days, gang wars have been erupting all around Japan for one thing: Ace. Plus his investigation into Typhon had hit a bump due to not having a mole.

"Well tick tock then, Yukito, because things are about to spiral out of our control even more. And we don't have a mole-"

"If you needed a mole, why didn't you just say so, Frosty?"

Both men turned to see a familiar face standing in the doorway.

She was a tall, slender woman with tan skin and big brown eyes. Atop her head was a pair of white rabbit ears. In her palm was a yoyo.

Quick Escape Hero - White Rabbit (Kaguya Usakan)

Quirk: Rabbit Hole - Kaguya can create and link portals or use doorways, holes, and other openings as portals that she and others can travel through

"Kaguya!"

Kaguya smiled and walked towards the pair. "I can't believe you come to me for information and still don't come to me for a job like that."

"Being a mole is dangerous, Kaguya, especially with Typhon." Yukito warned. "If they find out who you are, they'll kill you or worse."

"Yukito Toshiba, I am both an escape artist and a spy." Kaguya put her hands on her hips. It's not like spying on big criminal organizations was something new to her. "I think I deserve some more action after all the favors I've done for you, old friend."

Yukito spoke up to protest, but stopped when Sol placed his hand on his shoulder. Then he sighed in defeat.

"Fine, but be careful."

Sol handed her a small spy camera and other tools she'll need. "We're counting on you, Kaguya. This could save many lives."

Kaguya smiled and went on her way. The two men were left to their own devices.

"What do we do now? Sir Nighteye is expecting results and action." Sol asked. "We cannot afford to not uphold our end."

"At most, we can help Sir Nighteye. At least, we can take a small break." Yukito replied, pulling out a box of cigarettes. It was quickly snatched away before it could even be opened.

"You have a smoking problem."

"It relieves stress."

Chikara grunted as she jabbed the punching bag. For the past few days, she'd been working out intensely which she only did for two reasons: either the Olympics were coming up or to take her mind off things.

"You seem tense."

Chikara turned to see Iris standing behind them. That was odd. Iris never went to the gym, at least not to work out. "Iris, I never expected to see you here."

"Don't get it twisted. I'm here to give something to you," Iris said.

Chikara raised an eyebrow and watched as the shorter heroine pulled something out of her pocket. While waiting, they noticed the necklace hanging around Iris's neck. There was only a single white feather.

Actually, now that she saw Iris up close, she was very beautiful.

She had black skin blemished with dark freckles and dark brown eyes. Over her eyes were a pair of circular, gold rimmed glasses. Iris's body was thin and lithe, like a cheerleader or a ballerina. She was also on the tall side much like Chikara herself, probably 6'1" compared to the former's 6'3".

"What's with the necklace?"

Iris looked up at her. "Huh?"

"I just now noticed your necklace." Chikara replied. "How'd you get it?"

Iris clutched the necklace and shifted her eyes. "It's a gift...from my girlfriend." She replied. "The feather is from her wings. She...I don't wanna talk about it anymore."

Chikara hummed. "So what you got for me?"

Iris handed her a sealed envelope. "It's an invite for something, but that's all I know. Either way, it's for you."

Chikara nodded and watched as Iris began to walk away. It made her a little sad. The rainbow heroine always seemed to be a recluse. She never really interacted with the others outside of a work setting and Chikara doubted she had friends.

"Hey Iris."

Iris looked back at the energy powered heroine. "What?"

"Me and some of the gals were plannin' on going to the bar tonight. You wanna come? If ya ain't too busy that is..."

Iris's eyes widened. This was new. It was no secret to herself that she tended to be reclusive and didn't talk much, just watching and listening in the background. "Um...sure. I guess I can put my plans on pause."

Chikara smiled and gave her a thumbs up. "Great! I'll see you at 9 then!"

In that moment when the latter smiled, Iris swore she saw Krista. Maybe it was her mind playing tricks on her, maybe it was still the lingering feelings she had for her dead love. Either way, she could feel her heart warm when Chikara smiled.

"You have a really pretty smile." Iris praised.

Chikara flushed red at the compliment. They sheepishly rubbed the back of their neck. "Thanks. Don't get that a lot."

Midtown Yamaguchi

If there's one thing Demoman hated, it was being embarrassed by his cousins.

The three-- Akio, Russell, and Alex-- were out on patrol together at the insistence of Akio's mother. From the very minute they set foot in the city, curious civilians had rushed to see the two new heroes that were with him. Naturally, Russell embraced the attention and charmed them while Alex followed his brother.

Then there were Akio's own fangirls. Alex kept telling them about what kind of shampoo Akio uses to keep his hair fluffy and curly while Russell bragged about how he taught Akio everything he knows about being a hero.

"You never told us you were a hit here. Look at all those fangirls you got." Hypercharge said, tapping his cousin's hard hat with his knuckles. He clearly couldn't tell that Demoman was practically shaking with both rage and embarrassment.

"I told you he'd be a lady killer like us, Alex." Turbocharge added. He was proud of how many ladies his young cousin had gushing and squealing whenever he walked by. "It's simply meant to be."

"Will the two of you please SHUT UP and STOP embarrassing me?!" Demoman's fists balled. At this point, he just wanted both of them to go back to America and leave him be. "I'm the leader here! You listen to me, okay?!"

Turbocharge began to frown. "Akio, what's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong! I just want you two to stop embarrassing-" A loud boom shifted their attention and the three took off running to where it happened.

A tall, burly man stood over some defeated heroes. His hair was a mix of yellow and neon green and it glowed brightly. He wore a black hazmat suit underneath orange armor. In the middle of the chestplate was a hazard symbol.

Villain Hazard

Quirk: Nuclear Reaction - He can shape and manipulate the nuclear reactive energies within his own body. He can also harness the forces behind these reactions.

"To think that I could've been one of you is laughable."

@floof-ghostie @calciumcryptid @s0ursop @opalofoctober @elflynns-horde-of-stuff @pizzolisnacks @peachyblkdemonslayer @blondephobicpercy @rogues-rps-and-such

#jay's writings #fic: the heroes

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chaos-mybeloved · 2 years

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I have been in such a stony mood. Here's a thing as a result

Tony has no one to blame but himself. Steve, the love of his life, is at the bar with his head thrown back in a laugh that has his entire frame shaking and a hand resting comfortably against the other man's chest. The other man in question is watching him with a fond smile on his pretty (oh, so very pretty) face. Tony was the one to introduce them.

The team (Natasha) had suddenly decided that Steve needs a soulmate and has started setting Steve up on dates with various people. Steve always comes back from the dates with a sheepish shrug or a jaw clenched so tightly Tony can feel it in his own jaw but either way, no one ever gets a second date. That is until Tony got involved. Listen, Natasha had asked okay? You don't just say no to Natasha. So he looked through his list of people he would give the time of day. People that weren't Pepper or Rhodey or already in the tower. He settled on a journalist from his early playboy days. Tony remembers him being beautiful but never interested in anything more than the truth from Tony. He was one of the only reporters to treat Tony as he was instead of as the image Tony portrayed. He figured Steve would appreciate someone like that.

And he did. A little too much.

Because one date had turned into two which turned into weekly get-togethers which have escalated to Steve bringing him along as a plus one to an Avengers PR event. Tony knows he was the one to set them up but he wishes he hadn't. The thought fills him with all sorts of guilt because Steve is happy and that's all he's ever wanted for him but by God, Tony wants to be the one to make him happy. He should have set Steve up with himself. He should have told Nat Yes, Nat, I have the perfect person for Steve and then shown up at the restaurant himself.

The worst part? Tony might have had a chance. He and Steve have been getting close lately. Very very close. Falling asleep with his head tucked into Tony's neck during movie nights kind of close. Bringing him lunch when he has meetings at SI kind of close. Running worried hands all over him after a particularly bad mission to make sure he's alright kind of close. Tony could feel the shift, the slow change from teammates to acquaintances to friends and then to more. But what's that saying, you're your own worst enemy?

Tony could see Steve waiting up for a Tony that got hit with a bout of inspiration in the workshop and forgot everything else. He can see the news headlines slandering Steve's good name for being associated with Tony. He can see the fights because Tony may want to be with Steve but he still has issues. Abandonment issues and self-esteem issues and trust issues and and and. The point is; Tony wants it, he does, but he's not sure he could keep it, keep Steve. So he set him up with Nolan the journalist instead.

Nolan who has taken Steve out to a drive-in, local art showings for up-and-coming artists (Steve came back with receipts for two works. He never buys anything for himself), and the latest outing has been to Nolan's apartment. Tony's just thankful Steve hasn't brought him back to the Tower– or as far as Jarvis knows, which is everything– so Tony has to watch them be together up close.

Tonight specifically, Tony has kept his distance. Steve's been making the rounds with Nolan at his side introducing him to the team–officially introducing him that is, everyone's run their own check on him. We know who Nolan is. When it was Tony's turn, he had taken one look at the glee in Steve's eyes and pasted on his most convincing smile. Nolan gives a firm handshake. He even cracks a joke or two about sending Tony a fruit basket for setting them up. He wants to vomit. Instead, he laughs and watches Steve laugh. He had a hand resting on Nolan's lower back the entire conversation. They were standing shoulder to shoulder (well, more like Steve's chest to Nolan's shoulder) and Tony wonders how good you have to be in a past life to earn the right to Steve's personal space. Nolan's been taking residence there all night. Tony had said something about lovebirds and mingling and happy couple and blah blah it was all a blur he just wanted to leave. Nolan had watched him the entire time and the thing about journalists, about Nolan, they always see more than what is being shown. Nolan had been doing that with Tony since early in his career. With time and experience, Tony can only imagine the things Nolan picked up on in that short interaction.

After that, the rest of the event passes in flutes of champagne and conversations with people he's only half paying attention to. He watches Steve and Nolan glide around the room like the royal couple. He hates how good they look together. By the end of the night, tucked safely in the back of Happy's car, he feels the tears start to burn his eyes. He hasn't cried in years. Stark men don't cry but he can't seem to stop it tonight. Can't seem to catch his breath either. The sounds push out from his chest until he's openly sobbing in the backseat. Tears slip down his cheeks, salty and warm, and catch on his beard, drips onto his very expensive shirt but he just can't stop. This is what happens when you break your own heart.

#there is supposed to be more but I ran out of steam so this is all there is right now #I can't believe I made my boy sad what have I done #stevetony #steve rogers x male oc #jealous tony stark #because jealousy in fics is delicious #stony #also back on my stony bullshit apparently #happens every couple weeks like clockwork

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