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nonuggetshere · 3 months

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GOD I HAD AN IDEA AS I WAS FALLING ASLEEP TODAY

About FaaF naturally

A sad one, TW fir near child death and harm

Involves Xero's attempt at an assassination, or it could be literally just any guard controlled by the Radiance

PK and WL need to talk about something private, and WL looks at the tiny vessel tagging along by her wyrm's side

"Should it be here?"

"It wouldn't understand anything anyway."

"Still, it's...a little..."

He sighs lightly, "Yeah, I get where you're coming from... Vessel, come here."

He kneels down and orders them to sit by the door and wait for them while they talk, says he'll come pick them up once they're done and not to move, then the two go to talk on the balcony and close the door behind them

At some point, Xero/the guard bursts in and attacks PK in the middle of the conversation, managing to take them by surprise and so gets one good swing in before PK darts away and retaliates, pinning them down with soul blades, though he has to keep his wife from killing them on the spot - he doesn't want to be so hasty, knowing they're infected and not themself. He pulls out the sword from his chest and that's when they realise, it's covered in void...

Child harm/near death TW beyond this point

After a moment of shock White Lady, who's closest to the doors, runs out and all her husband can hear is a horrified, heartbroken scream. He feels nauseous, his stomach twisting into knots and feeling like his heart is in his throat as he runs out after her. He sees her in tears, cradling a tiny bundle soaked in void. There's- there's so much void. It covers the floor where he left their child vessel and soaks through his lady's shawl and clothes as she cradles them in her arms.

For a moment he's paralysed, before he just snaps. He flies back onto the balcony, screaming at the possessed guard that he'll kill her, he'll make her pay for this, and he slays them in his rage (something he'll regret and feel ashamed of later), still hitting and screaming at Her well after the possessed person is dead and she can't hear him anymore.

He collapses, panting, near tears, and just gets himself up and stumbles out the door and towards the two, he wants to see how bad it is for himself.

Flower survives, but just barely. They had multiple stab wounds and lost their left arm, if not for their parents immediately healing them they'd be dead. They're barely older than 5, still so very little and defenceless, PK is horrified at how could anyone hurt a baby this young and helpless (hypocrite), even if they're not alive.

They're still on bed rest because that was so much damage and their mother doesn't leave their side and their father only leaves when necessary. They still don't realise Flower's alive and they know they shouldn't be so attached but it still feels like their baby and they can't just leave them. WL spends the entire day by their side, gently stroking their hair and horns with her now permanently void stained hands and softly coos and sings to them

Of course, they quickly realise they ARE alive because no way in hell a toddler is getting this hurt and NOT crying and screaming the second they wake up <3

Which just makes this situation so much worse

#thylacines can talk #faaf au #mentions of child harm and near death in tags too btw #so dont read further if its something youre sensitive to or cant handle rn #i like to write him as more sympathetic in faaf but i cant state enough what a gigantic hypocrite he is #pk: How can you hurt a child?! they're FIVE!#child harm cw #radi: ...dude.#dont make your kid a child soldier but also you cant 'all fair's in war' your way out of stabbing a toddler radi #unrelated tangent but they both suck and god i need to focus some more on FaaF Radi. Ik this AU at times feels like sympathetic PK and evil #villain Radi AU but it's really not. They're both morally grey and while Radi is a bit more. questionable and less sympathetic imo. doesnt #mean shes completely evil. they're both meant to be morally grey and both did equally horrible irredeemable shit that they come to regret #and wish to fix. ik it doesnt come off this way at times because i have my things i prefer to write at times and this AU was always a #relationship dynamic exploration between Flower and all different characters. but neither PK nor WL are by no means forgiven. Most of their #kids range from ''i literally dont care about you you are not my parents dont contact me again'' to ''i hate your guts''#with sometimes an added flavour of ''And I WILL murder your ass if I see you again'' for some of them #(Razor my beutiful wife with unchecked anger issues <3)#sorry if the tags are incomprehensible it is 5 am and i instantly forget anything i write the second i cant read it fully #once i finish writing a tag and it collapses the contents of it instantly leave my short term memory. im not being dramatic btw the amount #of times i have to back out from editing tags to read them back bc i forgot what i wrote is annoying

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rocorambles · 3 years

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Kinktober Day 28: Food Play

Pairing: Osamu x Reader

Genre/Warnings: NSFW, Food Play, Overstimulation, Slight Degradation

Osamu’s no stranger when it comes to dealing with brats, Atsumu has made sure of that. And he usually finds your brattiness endearing, playful, mischievous, maybe slightly irritating at times, but never anywhere near enough to damper the amount of love and affection he has for you. However as he bustles about in your shared kitchen, preparing dinner for the three of you, he can feel his eyebrow twitch in annoyance as Atsumu and you tease him from the doorway.

“Say, ‘Samu, you’re looking like a good wife, all dolled up in your pretty apron and working hard in the kitchen.”

“Yeah, babe. Maybe you should be a really good wife and cook naked with nothing but that apron on you.”

Osamu grits his teeth as he hears both your snickering and a high five, but he smugly smirks when both of you instantly shut up when he threatens to make both of you cook dinner instead if you don’t shut up.

The two of you behave relatively well through the rest of dinner, only a few teasing comments from Atsumu and a giggle here and there at Osamu’s expense from you. But the two of you are back to full blast after a bottle of wine is opened and Osamu can feel his temper begin to rise as both of you jeer at him for his boring idea of fun. Yes, he realizes that grocery shopping is not what most people consider an exciting weekend activity, but food has always been his passion and he genuinely loves browsing the aisles, looking for exciting new products, tasting the samples, constantly thinking about new ways to always keep his onigiri fresh. And he knows you patiently put up with it more for his sake than because you love it as much as him, tagging along and keeping him company even though your mind has drifted off only halfway through his shopping adventure. But that doesn’t stop the narrowing of his eyes as the two of you continue running your mouths.

“What are you guys doing this weekend? Oh wait, I know. I bet ‘Samu’s taking you on another exciting grocery trip.”

You snort. “Don’t forget the adrenaline rush of making a grocery list. I swear Osamu thinks he’s writing an essay when he makes it. Like how hard is it to just write down what you need for the week?”

Osamu lets both of you carry on, a dark smile playing on his lips as he thinks about just how much he’ll make you regret your words, but plan finally formed, he promptly kicks his tipsy twin out of your shared apartment, slamming the door and pinning you with stare. And suddenly you go silent, nervousness kicking in now that you don’t have a sidekick egging you on, the weight and consequences of your mocking words beginning to settle in your mind.

You obediently follow your boyfriend back to the kitchen when he beckons you to follow him, warily staring as he pulls out the notepad and pen he uses to jot down his weekly grocery lists.

“Since it’s so easy to put together a grocery list, go ahead and make this week’s list.”

Unsure of what the catch is, you pick up the pen with trembling hands, standing at the kitchen counter with your back to Osamu as you think about what’s left in the fridge. You vaguely hear rustling behind you, the fridge door opening, cabinets open and closing, but you don’t think much of it as you hum thoughtfully at the blank piece of paper. But just as your pen touches the paper, you gasp when a hand roughly grabs your hair and pulls your head back, calloused fingers being shoved into your mouth and you moan in confusion as you taste sweet creamy chocolate on the digits, tongue instinctively lapping and swirling to eat every delicious bit of it. Your hand holding the pen goes lax as you focus on your mouth, but the hand in your hair lets go, smacking your ass sharply instead.

“Come on, sweetheart. I thought it was easy? Don��t be a little slut that gets distracted from just a couple of fingers.”

You whimper at his words, but excitement and curiosity thrums inside of you at this new game and you focus on the still blank sheet of paper in front of you, mouth still sucking on the fingers in your mouth as you jot down ‘milk’. But you whine, looking back and pouting at Osamu when he pulls his fingers out, only to earn yourself another smack on the ass when he pointedly tells you to keep your eyes on the notepad in front of you.

You’re in the middle of writing ‘eggs’ when your arms are being forced up briefly, hands forcing your shirt and bra off and your heart races in anticipation when Osamu slides in between you and the counter, pressing against your front as he shakes a bottle of whipped cream. And you mewl when cold cream is sprayed all across your breasts, squealing when a mouth hungrily begins to clean the mess off of you. He leans down to give you a view of your still pathetically empty list, giving you the room to write, but you can’t focus with the hot mouth and tongue nipping and licking you, always just missing your hardening nipples.

A needy whine leaves your mouth as you beg Osamu to suck your nipples, but you yelp when he lightly bites one of your buds instead, harshly slapping your other breast, obscenely forcing it to bounce from the impact as he orders you to keep working. And only when you’ve finally finished writing the word you were working on does he latch onto your nipples, sucking and flicking you in a way that has you panting, list forgotten as you clutch tightly to the counter instead to steady yourself.

But all too soon the whipped cream is done and you look pleadingly at him, feeling the mess forming between your legs. Osamu just chuckles at you, pinching your cheek and kissing you before forcing you to continue writing, slipping away from you and pacing around behind you and you pout, mind still a fuzzy mess as you try to focus on what else you want to add. You manage to list down a few more items, mind starting to focus again as you quickly try to get this over with so you can put all your attention towards getting Osamu to take care of you.

Little do you know, Osamu has all the intention to take care of you...just not in the way you thought. Your eyes widen when your bottoms and panties are swiftly pulled down, but you eagerly step out of the items when they pool at your ankles, sticking your ass out and spreading your legs in what you hope is an enticing sight, wiggling your hips a bit in an attempt to seduce Osamu. And you mewl in excitement when something hard presses against your drenched pussy, but even in your clouded lustful mind, you can feel that something’s not quite right. Why is it so rigid? Why is it so cold? But you can’t think of anything else when it’s suddenly sliding inside of you, easily slipping in from how slick you are, and you wail at the bumpy texture of the object rubbing against your soft walls, pressing against every inch of your insides deliciously.

Osamu hooks his chin over your shoulder to take a peek at your list as he continues shoving the object in and out of you.

“Not bad, love. But you’re going to need to add cucumbers to that list now.”

You bite your lip in embarrassment and arousal as realization races through you, the lewd image of the green fruit obscenely sticking out of you flashing through your mind, and Osamu outright laughs at the way you tighten and gush even more, your arousal dripping down the fruit and onto his hand as he increases his pace, sinking between your legs to simultaneously lap and suck your clit. And the grocery list is long forgotten as you drown in the pleasure, screaming and squirting as Osamu relentlessly brings you to a powerful orgasm.

But as you finally come down from your intoxicating high, you patiently wait for your boyfriend to remove the object, to stop pumping it in and out of you as pleasure begins to mix with overstimulation. However, Osamu has different plans for you and you claw at the counter, wailing as he only increases his pace once again, mouth separating from your oversensitive clit as he warns you that he’s not stopping until you finish that list only to dive back in and shower your tiny bud with more love and attention, his free hand tightly gripping your thigh to keep you still, warningly slapping you whenever he sees you losing focus.

And after countless forced orgasms and a messy list of barely legible items, you collapse in his arms in exhaustion, babbling apology after apology for making so much fun of him through your little sobs and hiccups and he coos down at you, gently taking care of you as you promptly fall asleep, curled up and warm in his embrace. With you finally cleaned up and safely tucked away in your shared bed beside him, he turns to a new page in the notepad, sighing in content as he tenderly kisses your forehead before furrowing his brows in concentration and happily thinking about the actual grocery list you two would be using on your grocery shopping trip tomorrow.

#haikyuu smut #osamu x reader

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walkerduchess · 5 years

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A Game of Hearts - Chapter Seven: Assisted (The Royal Romance AU)

Pairing: Drake x MC [Liam x MC]

Notes: I took a while to start writing this chapter but once I did, it flowed faster than all the other ones I’ve written. This contains more dialogue and a bit of action, I hope you’ll like it. It you read, I really wanna know what you think!

I do not own these characters, they belong to Pixelberry.

Summary: Princess Sapphire, going as Aurelia, comes across some new challenges in her journey to the South... and maybe a new travelling companion?

Content Warning: Mentions of violence and death.

Word Count: 3537

Tagging: I’m tagging everyone who asked me to. If you want in or out the list just let me know! @confessionsofabrokegirl, @museofbooks, @stopforamoment, @scarlettedragon, @annekebbphotography, @queenodysseia

Prologue: Promised

Chapter One: Unveiled

Chapter Two: Tied

Chapter Three: Acknowledged

Chapter Four: Disarmed

Chapter Five: Gone

Chapter Six: Unbarred

Chapter Seven: Assisted

A few days travelling with the children have passed rather smoothly. As expected, her pace has drastically decreased, but the Device was almost ready. She couldn’t avoid the questions, of course, and by now her three companions knew her story well. They understood they can’t tell anyone who she is and if anyone asks, they are siblings.

The only real struggle so far is finding food. What she had is almost over and it’s been a whole day since the last time they saw another person. Aurelia is starting to grow worried. She would not let the mission fail because of them starving to death.

The day is winding down and they are making their way across an old street, now covered with sand and debris. She wonders if they’re anywhere near the sea, with all the sand. They’re not supposed to, but she knows better than to trust the maps they have these days, they’re not nearly as precise as the ones from the world of before. Obviously she has never seen the sea in person, only in the photographs from her books. She remembers reading about how you can’t really see where the waters end in the horizon and how the waves in the water come and go, endlessly in movement as if it is alive.

Her thoughts are interrupted by a sudden rain that increases its intensity with every passing second. They rush to take cover under the ruins of the nearest building. If it was not for the collapsed walls and part of the ceiling, the enormous building they find themselves into would be very dark. It looks like every floor is made of one big and large aisle, with small rooms with no doors in the sides. Shreds of glass are scattered all over, and metal stairs along the hallway connected the three floors.

“We should go up. It’s best if we sleep somewhere with a better sight of the surroundings.” Aurelia does not want to take their safety for granted.

After they’d climbed up the stairs, they are quick to find the biggest room which still have a ceiling on, so it’s not ruined by the weather and they’ll be sheltered from the rain. Fortunately enough, it has a good amount of clothes laying around, some of them hanged from metal bars. They were probably for sale once, and Aurelia takes comfort on the fact she can change into clothes that were never worn before, for she is eager to get rid of the same clothes she’s been wearing for several days now. If only they weren’t so dusty…

“This is nice!” Elliot’s loud voice cut through her thoughts. He’s already discarded of his old clothes and is now trying to put his arm though the sleeve of a coat that’s obviously too big for him.

Jonah frowns at him. “Keep it quiet, Lott.”

Well, at least Aurelia isn’t the only one concerned with their safety. As she passes them to get to her bag and start placing the blankets for them to sleep, she puts a comforting hand on Jonah’s shoulder and gives him a tired but genuine smile.

Once they’re all settled, the princess takes one bread and divides for all of them and then picks up a bottle of water. “I’m sorry it’s all we can have for tonight. Hopefully we’ll get lucky tomorrow and find more food.” She’s decided to do whatever it takes to get them some food the next day.

The rain has diminished considerably when they finish eating. Not long passes before they are startled by a noise coming from downstairs. They all are on their feet almost instantly, Aurelia quietly taking her sword out of the holster and motioning for Jonah to do the same.

“Stay here.” She whispers to Eleonora and Elliot.

They move to the center of the hall, where they can peek at what’s happening on the floors down. They can’t see anything at first, but they hear wet footsteps and rushed voices coming from the first floor.

When finally the people who entered the building get into their view, they identify that the voices belong to two men, one of which is carrying a large cage with some chickens inside. The men are both tall, one thinner than the other, and wear dirty clothes. Aurelia can see even from afar that they are both armed. They seem to settle in one of the rooms in the first floor, talking and laughing loudly, but not enough to muffle the sounds of the chickens that have now started clucking.

Aurelia and Jonah turn around and get back inside the room where the two children are waiting anxiously.

“Who’s there? I hear chickens! Are there any chickens?” Eleonora asks with excited eyes.

“Two men, and they look dangerous.” Jonah tells them with a warning look. “The chicken are theirs, and hopefully they’ll be gone tomorrow.”

Elliot looks disappointed. “Why can’t we go and ask for some?” He asks in a high-pitched tone.

“Shh. Because we do not know them.” They definitely do not look friendly, and the young woman does not wish to take her chances. “They could hurt us.”

She notices the defeated looks on the children’s eyes and offers an apologetic one of her own. “I’m sorry.”

After a while of making rounds with Jonah to make sure the men would stay put, Aurelia finally allows herself to rest. Eleonora and Elliot are sleeping on the blankets in a corner of the room when the princess and the teenager lie on their spots. Instead of falling asleep right away, her brain can’t stop going on and on about her latest choices. Was it really the best decision to bring the kids along? Now their lives are in her hands too, and she’s not really sure she can do this. Well, she has no choice now. The last time she felt so on her own like this was right after her mother had died.

She’s never been to a funeral before. In truth, she’s never been to many places in her short lifetime. When her mother fell ill, she supposed it would be just like years ago when her cousin Max got ill… soon, she would be back and feeling new. But now, only three days later, she’s burning in a raft down the water stream.

At the age of fourteen, the princess knows well enough how to bury her emotions and show a strong facade. She’s standing there in the grass, beside her family, lips pursed, eyes only a bit red, but the thick line of black ink underneath them does a fine job of diminishing it. On the inside, her heart is crushed. Are princesses allowed to have broken hearts?

“Go back to the castle with Lord Maxwell.” It’s her father’s first words to her since her mother’s passing. Even though he is the king, it was Queen Aurora who always managed to bring him out of himself.

Sophie cannot predict what things will be like from now on. She follows the command, walking side by side with Max, both silent while the clouds cause a grim shade of grey to the sky.

Upon reaching her room, Max crosses the entrance with her. “Want me to stay here with you?”

“There is no need, Max, I’m fine. She only woke up a couple of hours before, but she feels so tired.

“You’re not fine, Sophie. You know you can talk to me about all this.”

The princess knows he’s being compassionate, but for some reason she just wants him to leave so she can suffer alone. “I don’t know what to say, Max. And you wouldn’t understand!” She doesn’t mean to disregard his friendship, but the hurt in his eyes is clear to her as soon as she ends her sentence. “Max I…”

“No.” He cuts her in. “It’s fine. you should talk to someone who understands.” He doesn’t let her add anything as he storms out of her chambers.

She decides she should try and sleep, since it seems like she is making things even worse by being awake.

The girl doesn’t know how much of the day she’s spent sleeping, only that she’s being woken up by some knocking on her door. Her curtains were left open, and warm rays of sunlight peers through the windows now, clouds have moved away it seems. She rubs her eyes before standing up, ready to talk to her cousin now.

“Max, I’m sorry...” She concedes as she opens the door. However, at her door there is not her cousin, but another familiar face. “Liam!” She exclaims, brows knitted.

“Hello, Sophie, I…” He looks uneasy, gazing at his feet before settling at her face. He exhales, “In truth, Max told me to come here. I was still in Stormholt, so...”

Of course Max would do that. Even hurt, he still cares about her feelings first. She allows herself a weak smile. Maybe she’s not so alone, after all.

“Umm, yes. Do you want to go to the gardens?”

Since the weather is better, she supposes it’s best they talk outside, after all, the guards can’t let the princess inside closed doors with someone else who isn’t her parent, even if this someone is Prince William.

After arriving at the gardens, they choose a spot to sit on the grass where they can be seen yet is considerably far so they can have some privacy. They spend a few minutes in silence, observing the view in front of them.

Sophie then decides to break it, fearing she would start crying if she thinks too much. “Do you think much about you mother still?”

Liam turns his head to look at her for a moment before answering. “I do.” He turns his gaze back at the horizon. “Not everyday, and not with the same intensity every time.” Since the girl didn’t say anything else, he kept on. “I wish I had more time with her.”

“I do, too.” She practically whispers, and allows a tear to run down her face. “I’m scared.”

In one of his few spontaneous moments, the prince puts an arm around her back and lets her rest her head in his chest. “You will not be alone.” He states. “Just… remember her, and the things you learned from her.”

Sophie pulls back a little to stare at him. “What do you remember most about yours?”

“I think the strongest memory I have of her, was one time we were here, at Stormholt… she took me to the library and read me the book of my favourite story, of all the ones she used to tell me before bedtime.” The corners of his mouth pulls back in a shy smile upon remembering it once again. He looks down to see Sophie beaming at him.

“So are you saying people actually used to visit the library?”

He chuckles quietly. “My mother did, before you were able to anyway. She was like you, you know. Loved books.”

“Really?” He nods at her question. “I wish I’d known her.”

“Me too.” He stares at the princess with eyes full of tenderness.

Sophie moves to sit upright again. “I already miss her terribly.” For the first time she isn’t afraid of looking like a child to Liam. For the first time she feels he truly understands her. Maybe she doesn’t have to feel afraid of the future, after all.

Muffled, repeated sounds come from somewhere she can’t see, getting louder until the young woman is aware of something touching her arm. She opens her eyes.

“Aurelia, wake up! Lott went there!” Eleonora is kneeling in front of her, her blond hair all tousled and eyes wide in panic.

“What?” Sitting up, she feels her muscles tensing as her brain rapidly tries to make sense of her surroundings. It has stopped raining, but it isn’t morning yet. “Went where?”

“Down there with the two men, to get the chickens.” The little girl sounds calmer, but is still scared.

“Oh no.” In a second, Aurelia is on her feet, blood gone cold, cursing and grabbing her sword. She looks to find Jonah already with his sword in hand, walking fast out of the room.

She and the boy make their way down the stairs as fast as they can without making any sounds. There is a cart fallen in the middle of the aisle and the pair does not hesitate to duck behind it so they can view the inside of the men’s room.

The scene in front of them is as bad as she feared it would be. One of the men, the thinner one, is holding Elliot still by his jacket, while the other points a sword at the boy, wearing a disgusting smirk in his face.

“Someone’s a little thief, huh? Now what are we going to do to you?” He moves the sword closer to Elliot, almost touching him in the stomach.

The princess doesn’t have the time to think what would be the best rational approach before her muscles react instinctively to reach for her sword and stand up. She’s about to round the cart hiding them when Jonah’s hand holds her wrist. “Wait, look.”, he whispers, motioning his head to where the action is playing.

Another man, seemed to have come out of nowhere, slams his body with the bigger man, knocking him to the ground and away from Elliot. He has his own sword in his right hand, and as soon as the man on the ground gets up and charges at him, the new guy reacts, his precise moves disarming the man in mere seconds, before hitting him in the head with the hilt of the sword, knocking him out.

The man holding Elliot promptly lets go of him and reaches for his sword but is too slow for the stranger; in a blink of an eye he’s down too. The princess doesn’t let it go unnoticed that he did not kill the scary pair of men.

Elliot is still there staring bewildered at this stranger, a mix of fear and awe in his blue eyes.

“What about you?” The man’s deep and low voice comes out from the first time, as he points the sword to the little boy in front of him. Even in his threatening posture, there is something about the way he stands that tells he is not about to charge at the defenseless child.

“Get away from him.” Aurelia finally reaches them, her own sword out and directed at the man. Now that she can see him a bit more clearly, she notices he wears nice and clean - well, clean enough - clothes and seems younger than the two knocked out men next to them, probably closer to her own age.

He turns his gaze to her, dark eyes matching his hair. Somehow his features turns even more serious. “Who are you?” He turns his back to Elliot and takes a step towards her, maintaining his sword up. “And what are you doing around these parts?”

“That’s none of your concern.” It’s clear, now that they are closer, she’s much smaller than him, yet she holds her ground. She has to. This mission is too important for anyone to stop it now.

“I did not ask you out of cordiality.” He takes one step closer. He is breathing a little fast, but overall it seems as if the action with the two men didn’t affect him at all.

Jonah moves to stand next to Aurelia. The boy means well, but she knows he is absolutely no match for this man’s skills, and she won’t have him getting hurt. “Jonah, take Elliot and stand back.”

He’s about to protest but he concedes to the poignant look she gives him. There is no discussion on this. If anyone present can take up against this unknown man, it is her. She’s had lessons and practiced constantly, after all, but she isn’t that good. At least not good enough, from what she’d just witnessed this man do.

“I do not wish to hurt you.” He stares at her but nods his head indicating he means the boys as well.

Aurelia ponders her next move when Eleonora comes down the stairs to join them, still looking scared. The man’s gaze shifts when he notices it, and the young woman takes this distraction as a chance to catch him unguarded.

He is too fast though, and blocks her charge with his blade. He promptly counter-attacks, but she dodges his blow and lunges at his side. He moves his sword so quickly she can’t even see it arriving to block hers yet again. With one last stroke, he sends her sword flying from her hand and to the ground, far from her reach.

In a swift move, the stranger steps closer to her and touches her neck with the point of his sword. “I will ask you one more time.” He grabs her arm with his other hand, as for her not to run away. How would she even try to run when he has his blade to her throat? Unless he meant it when he said he doesn’t intend to hurt her at all… the grip on her arm isn’t even strong. “What are you doing here?”

She could run, but she can’t leave the children behind. If this man is not as dangerous as it seemed at first… well, then she can afford to take her chances. “I am not with them.” She gives a spiteful look at the two unconscious men. It is the truth, after all.

“My name is Aurelia.” She tries to read his eyes to make sure he believes her. She figures it’s best if she maintains whatever she can of the truth in her story. “These are my siblings Jonah, Eleonora and Elliot. We’re just travelling down south.” She says through gritted teeth, chin pointing up to avoid his blade. “And who are you? Did you come here just to attack strangers?”

“I just wanted a chicken, I didn’t know those men were going to wake up!” Elliot half-shouts from where he stands beside Jonah. The older boy gives him a nudge for him to stop talking.

He narrows his eyes and gives her a suspicious look, yet he lets go of her arm and she steps back while he sheaths his sword.

“From what I see, I saved your brother from said strangers.” He crosses his arms, finally answering her question. “It’s dangerous to travel alone by these parts.”

Her eyebrows shot up and she crosses her arms as well, aghast at the incredibly condescending tone from someone who just met her. “Well, it looks to me you’re alone too… unnamed man.” Her eyes scan him up and down, and she thinks there’s something familiar about him. She quickly dismisses the idea, she’s sure she would remember had she seen such a handsome man before.

“It’s Dragomir.” His voice pulls her back from her thoughts.

“What?” Her eyebrows wrinkle in confusion.

“My name.” His features finally grow softer, and he moves to get the cage with the chickens. “We should leave before these men wake up.”

“We?” The woman blinks, trying to make sense of what he is saying.

“As I said,” He then proceeds to pull the cage from the from the ground, “it’s dangerous to travel alone. And I’m travelling south as well.”

She walks to where the children are, but her gaze is fixated on the man in front of them. No, absolutely not. Taking the children with her was one thing, but travelling with an adult she knows nothing about is practically choosing to jeopardize the whole mission.

“I am sure you can’t expect a woman to simply accept the company of a stranger. I am not familiar with your purposes.” She says, in an attempt to make this man let them go. “You just walked in here, knocked out two men you didn’t know and now you’re stealing their chickens.”

His mouth falls open, looking uncharacteristically outraged. “Those men are deserters. They were in the South’s army, did you not see their tattoos and clothes?” He lets out a sharp breath through his nostrils. “They probably stole these chickens from the war site too.”

Aurelia stays silent as she feels a pang of guilt pass through her. Now that she thinks about it, she indeed has seen their clothing and tattoos before. Inside cages, at Stormholt Castle’s undercroft.

His face grows serious again, and he steps closer to them, his stare so intense she fears he’ll figure all of her secrets just by looking at her. “And I am not familiar with your purposes as well.”

She gently brings Eleonora closer, resting her hands on the girl’s shoulders. “Why, we are simply looking for a place to settle.”

“Alright…” He gives a slight nod, as though as he’s assuring himself this family is of no danger to him. “Well, my purpose isn’t unlike that of many people from the North.” He states, matter of factly. “I am here to find the Lost Princess. And to kill the Builder.”

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peachy-kun · 7 years

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GX AU Judai Backstory Drabble, Part 1 (aka I Hate Titles)

PG, focused on Judai Yuki right before entering Duel Academia, contains one (1) OC father

hhhhhhhakjsldkfjl so over the years I’ve dabbled in writing random things but never posted anything, anywhere, ever because a) I never finish anything and b) who’d want to read that garbage anyway h a hA

But I’ve been poking at this one for a while now, and I finally just figured why the hell not. It’s a small thing about Judai’s backstory, which is based on the GX AU that @jenasu and I are currently writing/getting destroyed by. It’s a decidedly different backstory for him, but it ties into major AU plot points etc etc. This is only the first half of it, hopefully I’ll finish the other half.........

Some small things to note:

Judai already has had Winged Kuriboh as a spirit friend since he was a babs

This is actually true of Japan, but there are high school entry exams, usually on the same day, and as such most students cram and study to get into one high school of their choice, it’s difficult to try and apply for multiple high schools. But high school isn’t actually mandatory.

I hope this is at least somewhat enjoyable, and please let me know if I should add any tags to this!

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Judai clutched the large envelope in his hands with nervous excitement as he quickly walked down the sidewalk back home. He could still barely believe he had the packet at all; silently, he thanked his teacher for having listened to his wishes and acquired it for him. Glancing down, his eyes sparkled as he looked at the emblem printed on the front, comprising of a large, stylized “DA” - Duel Academia.

His mind was already made up. The exams were only a few weeks away, but Judai was sure he’d manage. The only thing twisting a knot in his insides at the moment, however, was bringing it up to his dad…

“Kuri…?”

Judai looked over to see Winged Kuriboh hovering beside him, concern in his large eyes. He gave him a small, reassuring grin.

“Don’t worry, Aibou! I’m fine!” He could tell his best friend was hardly convinced. When they were so closely connected, it was almost impossible to hide how he was really feeling. Giving a small nuzzle, Winged Kuriboh perched himself lightly on Judai’s shoulder. He wouldn’t lie; it was comforting.

Adjusting his other hand’s grip on the bag of bento he bought for tonight’s dinner, Judai continued down the street until he came to a decently-sized apartment building. He shuffled up the steps, fumbling with his keys slightly, before unlocking one of the doors and entering.

The living room was quiet, with the light of the setting sun starting to filter in through the parted curtains. Judai carefully placed the contents of his bag in the fridge, before unceremoniously plopping himself onto the couch. Eagerly yet carefully, he opened the envelope, and poured over the papers inside. It would be a little while longer until his dad came home. He wanted to be ready.

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"So...you spoke with the school counselor today about high school options, right...?"

The question from Keisuke abruptly cut through the usual silence at the dining table. Judai knew he would bring the subject up, but the suspense had been eating away at his stomach for a while now.

"...Yeah." He hoped his dad didn't catch any of the nerves he tried to stamp out of his response.

Keisuke continued to skim the newspaper he held in one hand for a moment, before finally placing it down on the table and turning his gaze towards Judai with a vague smile.

"I know it seems daunting, but the high school I went to weighs heavily in your exam's favor. As long as you do well there, they won't mind so much about your grades." He'd lost count of how many times his dad tried to reassure him this way. Judai was sure that in his mind, the future was obvious. He'd attend the same high school, then the same university as himself, before ending up at the same company. It was so clear cut for him, Judai wasn't sure if he'd even considered any other possibility.

"I'm sure your teacher can recommend a good cram school to attend." Keisuke continued, though he had already returned to his newspaper. "It'll be stressful for a few months, but I'm sure you'll be fine."

"...Actually, Dad...?" Judai said hesitantly. He gripped his hand under the table tightly, willing his voice to stay even. "...There's another high school I wanna try the exam for."

There was a small pause, though it felt like a suffocating eon. His father then turned a raised eyebrow at him.

"Another high school...?" He couldn't read the expression, but Judai was sure he was already skeptical.

"Y-Yeah...!" He tried to push as much assertiveness into his tone as he could muster. "It's a private school, but if I do well on the exams, I can get a scholarship, so it won't be expensive...!"

"...What's the name of this place?"

Mentally, Judai took a deep breath before responding. "Duel Academia-"

“Absolutely not.” The sudden hard-edged response felt like a bucket of ice water in Judai’s face. Keisuke’s expression had changed to a look of quiet disapproval that was all too familiar at this point. “Judai, I thought we had already discussed this matter.”

“I-If you’re worried about me passing, the exams won’t overlap…!” Even if he knew that wasn’t the reason for his dad’s objection, Judai felt compelled to continue, in the vague hope that the argument he had rehearsed in his mind would move him in some way. “I can still take the other exam if I don’t-”

“You’re not going to any school associated with that game…!” There was a note of finality within Keisuke’s slightly raised voice. “You won’t make a future for yourself at such a place!”

Judai could feel his ears heat up, his desperation instantly changing to a frustrated defiance. He dug his nails into his leg, in a vain attempt to keep himself calm.

“…Mom wouldn’t say that…” The words spilled out before he could stop himself. He was never good at hiding his emotions either way. But despite the minefield Judai knew he just stepped in, he couldn’t back down. Not on this.

“Judai…!!” Anger rumbled underneath his father’s voice, as he leveled Judai with a steely glare. Stopping an involuntary flinch, he gritted his teeth, finally looking up to meet it with a glare of his own.

“You could at least give me the chance! You don’t even try to ask me what I wanna do with my own life!!” He continued. “I know I can be a great Duelist like Mom!!"

With some force, Keisuke tossed the paper in his hand onto the table.

"And what did that do for her? Nothing!!" Judai could hear the bitter edge seep into his father's every word. "I won't have you falling into the same trap as Sayori did! You're not taking that exam, and I won't hear otherwise...!"

Judai looked away, desperately trying to stop his own anger from breaking out. He couldn't say he didn't expect this. He had hoped that for once, however, his dad would stop and actually listen to him. Instead of acting like his mom was gone forever. Instead of blaming everything that made her, that made Judai who they were, for why she wasn't here now.

"...I can take any exam I want." The shake of emotion in his tone was clear even to himself. "And if I pass, I'm gonna go. I've got a right to make my own decisions...!"

A prickling tension hung in the air in the ensuing short silence.

"...Then," Keisuke started with a quiet fury, "then since it seems you believe you're old enough to be responsible for yourself, I assume you won't be needing any of my help paying for the tuition if you decide to go to that school."

Judai snapped his head back to stare at his father, speechless. While Duel Academia wasn't the worst by far compared to some other private schools, it was still a prestigious academy founded by Seto Kaiba, and the tuition reflected that accordingly. Unless he did exceptionally well during the entrance exam and won their best scholarship, there was no possible way he could afford it.

"T-That's not..." Judai stammered weakly. He felt as if the floor was giving out from under him.

"Fair?" The bitter bite had returned more forcefully in Keisuke's tone. "How is it fair then, that I would have to sink money into something that would merely put you in a dead-end?! As long as you're living in this house and under my care, Judai, I expect you to listen to me and the rules that I've set!"

Picking up the slightly crumpled newspaper, Keisuke leveled him with one last pointed look. "This is the end of this discussion. You had better make sure you have plans for a cram school soon."

Despite himself, Judai could feel a stinging sensation well up in the corner of his eyes. With a light clatter, he abruptly stood from his chair.

"...I'm done..." he barely managed to mumble out, before hastily leaving the table, and his unfinished dinner, behind. He couldn't care less about his dad calling out to his retreating back. Face burning up, Judai simply wanted to be out of the room before he lost his composure completely.

The hot tears had already started rolling down his cheeks by the time he collapsed onto his bed. Trying to muffle a sob, he buried himself into his pillow, but it did little good to stem the flow. His father's ultimatum felt like a crushing weight on his heart.

How had things gotten to this point...? Judai remembered a time when his Dad supported his Mom entering tournaments, even took him to see them occasionally. He couldn't understand - why was it so wrong now for him to look up to her as a Duelist, to want to follow in her footsteps? It was as if his Dad had left her for dead, and wanted to forget anything to do with her completely. The thought made his blood boil.

Slowly, his sobs quieted, until a heavy silence fell in his dark room. Judai rolled onto his back, in order to stare blankly up at the ceiling.

"Kuri kuri..." A sad voice drifted down from the darkness, before he felt soft fur nestle into the side of his face. Wrapping his arms gently around Winged Kuriboh, Judai pulled his friend as close as he could to himself.

"...I can't give up, Aibou..." He finally whispered, voice still heavy with emotion. "I'll become a great Duelist...and find Mom out there somewhere...!"

A long silence passed, before Judai finally sat up, and turned on his desk lamp. Once more, he looked over the papers he had acquired earlier that day with an even greater focus.

He wouldn't let go of this chance. If there was any possible way for him to enter Duel Academia, he was going to take it, no matter what his dad said...!

#yugioh GX #ygo GX #fanfiction #Judai Yuki #Jaden Yuki #AU #OC

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hydrus · 5 years

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I had a great week. The PTR has moved successfully, and I got multiple local tag services working.

PTR has moved

The Public Tag Repository has changed management. I am no longer running it or involved in working as a janitor. There is more information here:

https://hydrus.tumblr.com/post/187561442294/the-ptr-will-undergo-a-change-of-management-in-two

As a result, the PTR no longer has bandwidth limits! The user now running it is also putting together a janitorial team to catch up on petitions as well. About ten million delete mapping petitions and six thousand add sibling petitions had piled up! If you would like to talk to the new management, they are available on the discord. The current plan is to keep running the PTR with the same loose rules as I did--the main concern was overcoming my bandwidth limits.

If you currently sync with the PTR, you will be given a yes/no dialog when you update asking if you would like to keep using the PTR at the new location. If you select yes, the client will automatically update your service (the only credentials difference is that instead of it being at hydrus.no-ip.org, it is now at ptr.hydrus.network), and you will keep syncing and be able to continue uploading without skipping a beat. If you select no, your PTR will pause. If you still sync with my read-only test file repository, this will be paused automatically.

While I am very thankful for the 650 million submissions I have had to the PTR over the past seven years, it is a load off my mind to no longer be responsible for it. I much prefer being a developer than an administrator and hope to use the extra time and upcoming feedback to work on improving the admin side of hydrus repositories, which, due to me being the primary user, have always had debug-tier UI and half-broken features.

The various areas in the help have been updated to reflect that the PTR is no longer mine, and the quick setup under the help menu is now just help->add the public tag repository.

running your own continuance of the PTR

If you are an advanced user and would like to run your own version of the PTR from where I left off, be that a public or private thing, I have uploaded the same sanitized and 'frozen' version of the server db we used in the transfer here:

https://mega.nz/#F!w7REiS7a!bTKhQvZP48Fpo-zj5MAlhQ

If you do run your own and would like it to be public, let me know and I'll happily add its info to my help files and the auto-setup links.

Hydrus repositories are anonymous. No IPs or other identifying info is logged. There was not much to sanitize, but out of an abundance of caution I deleted the various petition 'reasons' people have submitted over the years, as some had some personal jokes to me, and I collapsed the content submission timestamp record across the db to be no more detailed than what a syncing client already knows. Since this timestamp collapse reduces server-specific knowledge about uploads and does not affect server operation, it is now standard practise for repositories going forward. If you run a repository, updating this week will take a few minutes (or, ha ha, if you have 650 million mappings, about five hours) to update its existing data.

I also uploaded Hydrus Tag Archives of the PTR's tag/sibling/parent content, which I simply made with the new tag migration system and am making available for convenience. If you know python or SQLite and would like to play with this data, check them out.

Be warned that these archives unpack to large files that work best on an SSD. The server db is a 5.5GB .7z that will ultimately grow (after following an internal readme guide) to 42GB or so. As I write this document, the namespaced/unnamespaced mappings Hydrus Tag Archives are not yet uploaded (even zipped, they are 5GB each), so please check back later if you do not yet see them.

multiple local tag services

I planned to only start work on multiple local tag services (being able to have more than one 'local tags', just like you can have more than one tag repository) this week, but I accidentally finished it! it turned out not to be as huge a job as I thought, so I just piled some time into it and got it done.

So you can now add new 'local tag' services under services->manage services. You can add (and delete) as many as you want, but you have to have at least one. It is now possible, for instance, to create a new separate local tag service just for your subjective 'favourite'-style tags, or one that only pulls tags from a certain booru, or from filename imports. You can also use the new tag migration system to move tags between your local tag services. I know some users have wanted a separate local tag service as a prep area for what they will submit to the PTR--I think all the tools are now in place for this.

As a side note, just to emphasise that it is not the only local service you can have, if your local tags service still has the default name 'local tags', it will be renamed to the new default 'my tags' on update. Feel free to rename it to whatever you like, again under manage services.

Once I have some better tag show/hide tech working, I'll likely add additional default tag services that do not show their content in the main UI but do pull all tags from downloaders and filenames from hard drive imports, so you will be able to retroactively 'mine' this information store for your real tag services if you miss it the first time around.

I am really pleased with this feature. If you have been interested in it yourself, let me know how you get on. Adding multiple local file services is another long-planned feature, unfortunately significantly more complicated (I think 8-12 times at least), but I would like to hear how tags go for now.

full list

multiple local tag services:

you can now add additional local tag services under services->manage services!

new local tag services will appear in manage tags and tag import options and so on, just like when you add a tag repository

you can also delete local tag services, but you must have at least one

the default local tag service created for a new client is now renamed from 'local tags' to 'my tags'. any existing user with their local tag service called 'local tags' will be renamed on update to 'my tags'

ptr migration:

the ptr has been successfully migrated to user management! hydrus dev is no longer involved in running or administering it. the old bandwidth limits are removed! it has the same port and access key, but instead of hydrus.no-ip.org, it is now at ptr.hydrus.network

on update, if you sync with the ptr, you will get a yes/no asking if you want to continue using it at the new location. on yes, it'll update your server's address automatically. on no, it'll leave it as-is and pause it. if you still have a connection to my old read-only file repo, that will be paused

changed the auto repo setup command to be _help->add the public tag repository_. it points to the new location

as repo processing and related maintenance is now nicer, and secondarily since bandwidth limits are less a problem for the ptr specifically, the default clientside hydrus bandwidth limit of 64MB/day is lifted to 512MB/day. any users who are still on the old default will be updated

updated the help regarding the public tag repository, both in general description and the specific setup details

a copy of the same sanitized and frozen PTR db used to start the new PTR, and convenient tag archives of its content, are now available at https://mega.nz/#F!w7REiS7a!bTKhQvZP48Fpo-zj5MAlhQ

the rest:

fixed a small bug related to the new 'caught up' repository mechanic for clients that only just added (or desynced) a repository

rewrote the tag migration startup job to handle specific 'x files' jobs better--they should now start relatively instantly, no matter the size of the tag service

on 'all known files' tag migrations, a startup optimisation will now be applied if the tag service is huge

fixed the tag filter's advanced panel's 'add' buttons, which were not hooked up correctly

the internal backup job now leaves a non-auto-removing 'backup complete!' message when finished

on update, server hydrus repositories will collapse all their existing content timestamps to a single value per update. also, all future content uploads will collapse similarly, meaning all update content has the same timestamp. this adds a further layer of anonymity and is a mid-step towards future serverside db compaction (I think I can ultimately reduce server.mappings.db filesize by ~33%). if you have a tag repo with 10M+ mappings, this will take some time

hydrus servers now generate new cert/key files on boot if they are missing. whenever they generate a new cert/key, they now print a notification to the log

misc help fixes and updates, and removed some ancient help that referred to old systems

corrected journalling->journaling typo for the new experimental launch parameter

next week

The PTR work took much longer than I expected, and I was unable to get to modified date or file maintenance improvements, so I will have a re-do for those next week. For the ongoing tag work, I will start work on updating the tag 'censorship' system, which is still running on very old code, to more of a 'don't show these tags in places x, y, z', and see about a related database cache to speed up various sibling/display tag choices.

This week was a little bonkers and I fell behind on messages. I am sorry for the delay and will put some time aside to catch up when I can. I think my immediate busy period is done for a bit (although we'll be back to it for the wx->Qt conversion in mid-October), so I'll be grateful to take it a bit easier for a while.

#release

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