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simiansmoke · 11 months

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From your Mixed-Bag Sentence Starters post: "No time to explain, get in!", but it's just DK taking Mario out for a date in a place where they wouldn't be disturbed.

(And maybe it ends with a make-out session because there is a sincere lack of Mariokong content in this fandom, and I'm starting to feel deprived-)

//aw-...dn't worry bb I got u. 𝐌𝐈𝐗𝐄𝐃-𝐁𝐀𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

It wouldn't be a proper Kong hosted kart-race without some monkey business. Said business entailing that all racers made it their personal mission to see to it that their sole guest participant from the Mushroom Kingdom was thoroughly given enough attention at the event. Meaning - the point of the race shifted from anyone winning to just making sure Mario didn't. And honestly, DK was not about to interfere with that energy, though the thought of trying to win the race instead of watch the ah..."festivities" going on along the track was definitely his lowest priority over the latter.

By the time Mario had been bashed a few times by fellow karts, and even trapped between two for a while to help guide him into some banana peels along the track on purpose, it was soon all over for the other when his kart came to a puttering halt...tires too gummed up from countless banana peels to continue without a pit stop. But seeing as how Mario had relinquished himself to resting his chin heavily into an open glove and grumbling to himself about 'fatherless monkeys' in Italian, it was evident he would be tapping out of the race early and hiking back to town along the dusty track.

Well, until DK rolled up and happily slammed on his brakes to slide a donut around Mario's banana-beached kart to churn up some dust around the plumber and leave him coughing and swatting the air to clear it faster. A glower followed. "DK! C'mon, I'm not even racing anymore. No thanks to YOUR buddies-"

"Heh! What can I say...they don't like outsiders winning our competitions." With a smug expression that only served to rub salt in the wound further, DK leans back in his kart, one hand poised cockily on the wheel. "Now that you're out, they can finally start having some fun!"

"Well good!" Mario spat back, already trying to untangle himself from his seatbelt as he worked on making a hasty retreat from the vehicle in case the racers looped around and decided he was still a ramp to try and launch off of. "Why don't you go and JOIN them then?"

The smirk DK wore slid into more of a smile, though still heavily smitten with amusement as he watched the other struggle to free himself. The way that Mario tried to hoist a leg over the door only to catch his ankle on the way over and flop down onto his hip only caused the Kong to chuckle. His kart tires shifted slightly in the dirt as it creeped forward and sidled up beside Mario now struggling to stand quickly and dust off his knees while his cheeks burned the same color as his outfit.

"Awh, aren't you just a ball of sunshine today~? Ehh, I don't need to hang with those nerds. Besides, I'm gonna lose too many laps to win now that I gotta kart your ass down the mountain." He added, waiting to see if Mario even heard him since the plumber was already trying to set off on his own down the track towards the moon where it lay in the sky waiting for dark to fall further.

Pausing momentarily once the slew of Italian curses in his brain had died down, Mario glanced over his shoulder to question the Kong with a quirked brow.

DK merely waved the other over while expelling an impatient sigh. "No time to explain...just get in!"

The ride down the mountain was a bit rough given DK's customization on his kart this go round, and he wasn't trying to hide that by purposefully hitting every bump in the road and swerving unnecessarily as if he were trying to come up with the best way to launch Mario out of the kart.

Mario simply busied himself with white knuckling the dash board and muttering under his breath in Italian about really not wanting to die today. With his eyes screwed shut, he didn't notice the sudden turn DK took off the main track, nor the sudden drop earned from driving casually off a cliff and dropping into a parachute glide towards a glittering glade below.

The landing is a watery one, but the flooded glade itself is at most ankle-deep. Once he'd turned the kart off and hopped out to a wet landing on his feet, DK snorted when he noticed Mario was still death clutching the kart, face frozen in a grimace and eyes screwed shut.

"Careful, your face'll stick like that." DK grinned, sidling around the kart until he could give Mario's hat a pop forward to knock it into his eyes. "C'mon, loser. We're here."

It was only after he had to straighten his hat out did Mario stir, seemingly taking his first breath since they'd first hit a turn too hard and sputtering through it. "You're nuts! I thought you were supposed to be dropping me off, not drOPPING me-ah off a mountain side?!" Shifting his frustration towards the slowly retreating Kong, Mario can't help but blink and look around at the area. "This isn't-...uh."

The glade is flooded with shallow waters, and ripples are left behind DK's feet and fist as he sloshed forward and turned to give Mario a raised brow. "You coming, or what?"

"...coming to what?" Mario grumbled, throwing himself up over the kart and thankfully not landing on his face this time. Though his knees hit the shallow water briefly before rose and stumbled over to the Kong's side. "This isn't the place we all started in, if you didn't notice."

A snort and a head shake later, DK doesn't spare the other's proddings a glance as he heads towards the center of the large, watery circle in the middle of the forest. "Whaaat? I had no idea. Thanks for telling me where things are in my own damned kingdom." He added, stopping after a moment when they'd made it more to the center of the glade when they were equal distance from every wall of trees in the distance, which was oddly far - perhaps a half mile of nothingness but the subtle shine of the water in the developing moonlight. "Heh. Can't you just chill for a minute? I was gonna show you a reason to come out here some time."

"Hmm?" Expression flustered out of annoyance for the Jungle Kingdom prince's persistence in poking fun at his expense, Mario couldn't help but feel a bit curious about the random bog they seemed to be sloshing around in. "A reason to come out to some wet nothingness and stand around in the dark?"

"I mean...I wouldn't be against that either." DK joked, though he pushed its authenticity by reaching out to scoot a large paw behind the other's lower back and drag him in close to the Kong's side. Once in place, DK rose onto his hind legs and waited.

"U-uh?" Mario questioned the action, eyes swiveling from DK to behind his shoulder where the other's palm rested against his back. A gloved hand rises to cup his own cheek again and lean into it, sighing. "You're always so difficult, you know?"

"Walking back and waiting in the kart is like the least difficult thing you've had to do today. But I guess you're too curious to do that, huh?" DK knew he was right too when Mario's core temperature seemed to rise a degree or two under his palm. Which wasn't the worst thing for the flare up of racer's wrist he had going on and now had a willing participant to stand there while he ground his wrist in place against rough denim.

"Maybe not..." Mario changed his mind with a shrug, though to what, DK couldn't be sure.

"Come again?" He pushed, glancing down and finding it hard to see much of the other except the sheen from his eyes pouring through the deepening night.

"Well-" He was cut off by a sudden intrusion of lights - each a shade of pink or soft purple lighting up one by one around them and spreading out across the barren landscape only to show it wasn't as barren as he thought in the dark. For the half mile all around them, water lillies bloomed and their petals seemed to almost absorb the moonlight above until they radiated a portion themselves, dying it the color of their petals. "Wow-...there's so many."

DK nodded, somewhat smug the other seemed so impressed that he'd even forgotten to relay his earlier comment. Not that DK was going to let him. "-hey. You were saying?" Now able to see his company a little clearer thanks to the field of flower lights, DK leaned down to hear better, his tie's end draping until it tickled the back of Mario's neck.

With a swat or two that turned into a half-hearted grab and squeeze of the cloth, Mario sighed and tilted his head up to regard the Kong with one eye open, though its shade under the soft pink and purple hues almost seemed a shade of lavender than blue. "...I just meant that-...you know!" Frustrated, he squished his feet up and down in the flooded ground, he finally opted for pressing his cheek into his gloved hand again - this time with the DK imprinted end of the tie included. "...'the easiest thing'? It's...being out here with you."

DK had already turned his attention down and reddened noting the fate of his tie. Though instead of wresting it back and give a warning growl, he decided he was fine with the arrangement for now. Well, until he realized he could lean his head back and slowly lift Mario off his feet as long as the other held on to the tie.

A little 'hup' from Mario and a surprised kick towards the ground that once held him was his last duty for standing that night as far as DK was concerned as the Kong took a moment to balance large hands beneath the other's hamstrings and then scooted him up against his chest to rest in place. Though there was little resting at first when DK took the moment to lean in and grumble. "...I'm 'easy', huh?"

"Oh come on-...not what I meant!" Mario protested only to soon find his face pressed close to DK's while the Kong prince smiled briefly before pressing in to pass it to Mario's mouth. Well - his mustache first since it was in the way.

For the moment they remain locked together, DK only moved to hike the other up higher when he felt Mario's gloves gripping at the fur along the back of his neck and hanging on tight, and only slid his tongue forward to meet the breathy exhale Mario emitted, mid-break in contact that left them both a second for air before their mouths began a round of crashing quietly together as the distant sounds of karts crashing continued on into the night.

#//i wrote it kinna fast so hopefully u like it =w=#//ive had fog brain all daaay and sleepy #allthefandomsyoucanaskfor #//there's not a tooon out there now cuz the movie hype died down hehe #donkario #//i can only write tsunderey apparently so mario is tsundere too :I #alexa play simple and clean by utada hikaru #donkey kong #donkey kong x mario

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hellsitechoosesitsownadventure · 1 year

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“Hey guys, now that you’re all set up, like I said, food on the farm is scarce because it’s still planting season, all I really have are onions. Those hearty sons of bitches. We’ll have to forage for what we need. I’m sorry if this an inconvenience but I wasn’t expecting this much company so soon,” Tumblr explains, “We can split up into groups to cover more land area. If we get some large enough mushrooms. I can grill over the hearth with my onion.”

“Why not just kill a goat? That’d feed us,” a defiant voice from the mass proclaims.

“Those are my fucking goats, they’re how I get cheese, and their meat lasts me through the winter.” Tumblr rationalizes.

A shock but understanding murmur ensues, then Hendral says, “very well spoken, we shall abide by your rules. We don’t want to seem ungrateful.”

The resistance members continued unpacking, helping each other out of their armor.

Bristkruv is a tall but lithe Orcish woman, her long hair intricately braided under her helm. She looks a little weathered but still functional. She had an air of competency the others lacked, former militant?

The man who spoke up about slaughtering the goat, was Reimú an Elf with a dark complexion, his skin like amber sandstone. His features are angular but clean, his hair is normally silky smooth, but for now it is staticky, he wears a gold clasp on both ears.

Reimú’s lover Shurmalg a large Orc, who is soft spoken. his hair, like Bristkruv is long and braid, but less masterfully.

There was a human named Drake, which Tumblr finds unsettling, it seems like such a normal name. He is black with short hair that is slowly turning gray he wears a goatee and smells of wine. He seldom speaks but when he does it is with the wisdom of a man well traveled and well traumatized.

Another dwarf named Feldspar, she has hair the color of her namesake and a beard that rivals Hendral. She is full of youthful energy, such that she follows Hendral around like a lost puppy.

And Hendral of course.

#hellsite chooses its own adventure #choose your own adventure #party

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sobredunia · 2 years

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Hello internet, welcome to Gaym Theory

This is just like the GRIS ramble, and as the previous “proof that I’m not normal” post, I’ll put this under a readmore because by god is this long

I have a huge theory for halOPE just hear me out

Aight so the game consists of an emotionless angel walking around qUiRkY worlds but they’re actually deeply fucked up if you look between the lines

Actually, there’s no “between the lines” in the complex, every single layer in that blue square onion is fucked up

The first world is the orange/yellow one, a wheat field forest thingie

You meet a shy lesbian witch, a cool plague doctor lady, some old man, a mushroom girl, the ultimate clown boy, a wooden puppet girl...

Then, after a few fetch quests, you reach the blue door, which leads you to the blue world, the complex. This one is literally just capitalism without the money

All the residents in the complex are lost. They’re too afraid to get out, not knowing where to go, too scared to lose the little things they already have. Some of them got there with ambitions, wanting to fix up the place and whatnot, but slowly the energy leaves them and they can’t be bothered to do something about the ever-rotting building

Now, we’ve only gotten two worlds so far, and starbage has confirmed that that’s about half of the game (unless she* decides to add more content than she anticipated and now it’s just a small fraction of the full game) so we can expect another two, maybe tree worlds

*I am merely guessing on these pronouns, I have looked thru your carrd and all sites linked didn’t have them. babygrill what r ur pronouns please i dont wanna misgender u

Now, where am I going with this? It’s simple: HalOPE is a game about the five stages of grief

Just not in the way we think

The orange world is not denial, nor anger

It’s acceptance

In this world, the witch lesbian girl comes to terms with her feelings and confesses to the plague doctor lady. The puppet girl gets free of the strings that were dictating her every move and, although it feels weird to move without them, she has realised that they were bad for her, and finally breaks free. In this world, people are mostly nice to you, outside of some few slightly mean dialogues that end up getting replaced with happy stuff (except for the old man sucks to be him I guess)

The complex? Depression. Do I really have to explain it. The main color is fucking blue

At the end of the demo, we go through a green door wounded, and get treated by an old(?) lady we can’t see the face of

I still don’t fucking know what the fuck is bargain, or how it works and is supposed to be represented, but my theory is that we’ll be making a medicine for ourselves since we’re sick or whatever, and in the end we’ll have to choose wether we use it to cure ourselves or the old lady who took care of u, since she’s also sick or whatever

I still don’t think that’s what bargain is about, but we’ve only gotten one official scene in the demo and a couple of screenshots that don’t say much about the story in the dev blog other than we aren’t fucking dead I guess

Now, what role does the angel play in all of this? They’re an empty figure that lacks emotions and only listens. Obviously, they’re the one that has been traumatised enough to go through the five stages, but there’s something else

Why would the stages go backwards?

Sure, recovery isn’t linear and the stages are a rough graph. People can go from depression to anger to denial again to bargaining, but I highly doubt someone who has already reached acceptance would go back

Unless they want to see what has traumatised them in the first place? This doesn’t make much sense, I know, but forgetting traumatic events is a thing that can happen, and maybe they want to go back to see what caused it to go through the phrases properly, or finally put an end to that gut feeling that something is wrong

The angel is just a representation of the person. They don’t get swayed by the nature of the complex, or stay in the nice wheat world. They’re analytical, emotionless, made to stop the phases from hurting them as much as possible

It doesn’t really work

Sadness is a very powerful emotion

I’m not even gonna fucking touch the actual angel lore we’ve been given, nope, my braincells have worked enough for today. I’m just laying this around. This is just the game’s overall message thing whatever

Enjoy a wholeass bible on your funni angel game, @starbage

#imagine if i am compltely wrong #and starbage is looking at me like. you fool. you absolute buffoon #halOPE #Nathan's notes #ramble #long post #I tried alright

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nimupates · 5 months

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Doctor Sebi Cell Food Diet Explained: Components, Purported Benefits, Controversy & Safety Reviewed

Introduction to Dr. Sebi and His Cell Food Diet

Dr. Sebi was a famous herbalist and self-proclaimed healer who developed a diet and herbal regimen centered around alkaline foods. His cell food philosophy is based on the premise that consuming foods and herbs with an alkaline pH can help restore health and vitality. Dr. Sebi believed that many diseases were caused by acidity in the body and that eating an alkaline-based diet can help rebalance your internal systems. The Dr. Sebi cell food diet aims to rid the body of excessive mucus, which is seen as the root cause of many health problems according to his teachings. The key focus areas of the Dr. Sebi alkaline diet: - Eating mainly alkaline-promoting fruits, veggies, grains, and herbs - Avoiding acidic foods like meat, dairy, sugar, alcohol etc. - Using Dr. Sebi's cell food products and alkaline herbal remedies This article will explore the ins and outs of Dr. Sebi's unique dietary and health philosophies. Keep reading to learn more about the potential benefits and effectiveness of his alkaline focused cell food diet.

Overview of Key Components the Dr. Sebi Cell Food Diet

The Dr. Sebi alkaline diet revolves around foods, herbs, vegetables, and products sold by his company Cell Food. Here's an overview of the central components of his cell food diet philosophy: Alkaline Foods are Vital Dr. Sebi's diet heavily emphasizes consumption of foods with alkaline properties. Some examples include: - Fruits: avocado, tomatoes, bell peppers, dates, raisins - Grains: amaranth, quinoa, kamut - Herbs: burdock root, sarsaparilla, elderberry - Veggies: mushrooms, cucumbers, kale, olives

Foods considered acidic and inflammatory like meat, dairy, sugar etc are strictly avoided. Cell Food Supplements Dr. Sebi created a line of proprietary herbal supplements and cleanses to complement his dietary guidelines. Some examples of his cell food products include: - Viento: detoxifying tonic made from natural alkaline herbs - Green Food Plus: powdered mix with concentrated greens and vegetable extracts - Bio Ferro: iron and mineral supplement derived from natural iron ore Intermittent Fasting Dr. Sebi recommends intermittent dry fasting by avoiding food and drink between certain hours. This gives the digestive system a break and helps remove toxins. Exercise and Stress Management In conjunction with his dietary and herbal protocols, Dr. Sebi advises patients to exercise regularly and manage emotional stress as key components of his cell food method.

What are the Purported Benefits of Following Dr. Sebi's Cell Food Diet?

There are many theorized benefits associated with following Dr. Sebi's alkaline focused cell food diet and supplement regimen. However, it’s important to note that many of these benefits lack rigorous scientific support. Potential benefits individuals have reported include: Lower Systemic Inflammation The alkaline diet can help balance pH levels and lower inflammatory compounds linked to chronic disease states. However there is still debate on exactly how much effect diet has vs other factors. Healthy Weight Loss Limiting acidic foods high in fat and sugar coupled with detox protocols may spur short term weight loss. But long term sustainability has not been thoroughly researched. Boosted Immunity Consuming a nutrient dense array of vegetables and anti-oxidant herbs can potentially support immune function. But other lifestyle factors also play a key role. Increased Energy and Reduction in Pain Some individuals report less fatigue and body aches when closely adhering to Dr. Sebi's protocols. This may result from changes in nutrient intake, detoxification, and improved metabolism. It’s clear that diet can play an important role in overall health. But Dr. Sebi’s specific claims should be carefully analyzed in light of current research. Talk to your healthcare provider before making major changes.

Criticisms and Controversy Surrounding Dr. Sebi's Cell Food Protocol

While many patients advocate Dr. Sebi's cell food system transformed their health, there has also been significant controversy and criticism of his approach and claims: Lack of Rigorous Evidence There is limited clinical data available in peer reviewed scientific journals on the specific efficacy of Dr. Sebi's cell food diet for treating diseases. Much more research is needed. Exaggerated Cure All Claims Dr. Sebi made many broad claims about his cell food curing almost every disease imaginable from diabetes to AIDS. But these disease reversal statements lack verification through large scale studies. Legal Actions Against Medical Authority Claims Dr. Sebi faced legal repercussions in the past for proclaiming himself a medical doctor and claiming to cure specific diseases with his diet. He did not have a traditional medical license. While anecdotes about the success of his protocols exist, individuals should apply critical thinking when evaluating the evidence on both sides of this debate.

Trying Dr. Sebi's Cell Food Protocol - Who Might Benefit?

Adhering closely to Dr. Sebi's highly restrictive diet and using his cell food herbal remedies is not necessarily suitable for everyone. Here are some factors to consider if you are contemplating trying this diet. Consult Your Physician First Those with existing medical conditions, on prescription medications or who are pregnant/nursing should discuss any major lifestyle changes with their doctor beforehand. A sudden switch to a very low protein diet could be harmful for some. Requires Commitment and Lifestyle Adjustments Closely following all the intricacies of Dr. Sebi's approach including alkaline food lists, fasting windows and herbal supplements is difficult. It requires both extensive meal planning and behavior change. Recipes and guidance on adjusting from standard eating is limited. Can Aid Those Seeking Alternative Solutions Even with limited evidence, some individuals dealing with inflammatory issues and chronic conditions have reported feeling better from adopting a version of Dr. Sebi’s alkaline cell food diet when other treatments failed to help much. Every person and medical history is unique. While skepticism is warranted, those struggling with health problems may find integrating some aspects of this diet beneficial.

In Conclusion – Assess Your Options and Decide What is Best for You

In closing, what is the final verdict on the controversial Dr. Sebi cell food diet? - There are theoretical benefits but clinical evidence is lacking to back many specific claims - Patients have reported feeling improvements in some conditions from adopting his alkaline diet - Critics argue his cure-all disease claims were exaggerated and aimed to profit off desperation - Changing dietary patterns can impact health but other lifestyle elements matter too Rather than accepting all of Dr. Sebi's teachings as definitive fact or writing them off completely, the wisest path forward combines critical thinking with an openness to alternative healing modalities that resonate personally. Carefully weigh the pros and cons of adjusting eating patterns in your own situation. Experiment in reasonable ways that feel right for your needs without overhauling everything overnight or ignoring potential risks. Cardiovascular Exercise Benefits: Improve Your Health with Regular Cardio Read the full article

#cell food diet #healthy food #deit tips #dr. sebi

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darkershining · 1 year

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Just watched episode 3 of Hirogaru Sky Pretty Cure, in which Mashiro’s grandmother tells the girls of her secret and tells them of a way to contact Sky Land so that they may let Ellee’s parents know she’s okay.

The episode begins with Mashiro on a video call with her parents, who are away at work. Mashiro tells them she made a new friend, and her parents look forward to being introduced to her when they’re able to return home. Mashiro hears Ellee crying, and she and Sora realize Ellee probably misses her parents. Wondering if there’s a way they can possibly contact them, Mashiro’s grandmother tells them she knows of a way.

Mashiro’s grandmother shows them her mirror, and reveals to them that she originally came from Sky Land herself. She explains that she was a scholar, and about fifty years ago, she went to study this world. She admits the reason she didn’t tell Mashiro until now was because she didn’t think she’d believe her if she just told her out of the blue, but with everything that has happened over the past few days, she figured the time was right. She shows them how the Mirror Pad can be used to see other locations, but it is currently lacking the necessary power to connect all the way to Sky Land. She tells them that if they can obtain a Sky Jewel, a type of mineral from Sky Land, they can power the mirror. She suggests they search the hill behind their house, and that Sora’s Mirage Pen should be able to detect if any are nearby.

The girls decide to bring Ellee along in hopes of cheering her up a little, and head out. As they walk, they express their surprise at Mashiro’s grandmother turning out to be Skylandian, and by extention, this meaning that Mashiro is part Skylandian as well. Sora wonders if this is what Mashiro’s grandmother meant by their meeting being fated. With Ellee still being in a bad mood, Mashiro cheers her up by showing her dandelion puffs. Sora looks around for anything she can show Ellee, with Mashiro warning her not to touch a poisonous mushroom and advicing her not to touch anything if she doesn’t know what they are, offering to lend Sora a guide on how to identity harmful plants later.

The girls take break to feed Ellee, and to have some lunch themselves, with Mashiro having brought along some bread she baked. Sora notes that the bread is shaped like clouds, with Mashiro admitting that’s what she was going for, going for something with a Sky Land feel, even if she still doesn’t know much about Sky Land.

Continuing their search, the girls find themselves by a river when Sora’s Mirage Pen begins to react to something. As they look around, they spot a few odd rock formations along the way. As the signal from Sora’s pen get stronger, they finally locate a fairly big Sky Jewel in the river, which should have enough energy to allow them to contact Sky Land.

However, they end up encountering Kabaton, who was stacking rocks on top of each other for his own amusement while taking a break from his search for Ellee. When he spots the girls, he quickly creates a Ranborg from a nearby bamboo plant. Sora tells Mashiro to hide somewhere with Ellee, before transforming into Cure Sky.

Cure Sky has to dodge spiky bamboo rapidly sprouting from the ground, even growing through a rock she climbed onto. However, as the rock breaking launches her into the air, she finds an opening to counterattack. The Ranborg begins launching bamboo shoots from its hands, with Cure Sky knocking them away, and stopping one from hitting Mashiro and Ellee’s hiding spot behind another rock. Cure Sky manages to weaken the Ranborg and purify it.

Kabaton doesn’t want to give up yet, and tries to gather energy to create a second Ranborg by eating some nearby mushrooms. However, these being poisonous mushrooms, he ends up getting a stomachache, with Cure Sky repeating the advice Mashiro gave earlier about not touching things if you don’t know what they are. Kabaton retreats. Mashiro thanks Sora for protecting her, with Sora telling Mashiro she helped too by keeping Ellee safe so she could focus on the fight.

Returning home, they use the Sky Jewel to connect to Sky Land. They get in contact with the king and queen, who are relieved to see that Ellee is okay. Mashiro’s grandmother joins the conversation, with the king and queen recognizing her as the scholar Yoyo. Yoyo tells them they’ll keep Ellee safe until it’s possible for them to return to Sky Land, with the king and queen trusting them to do so.

After the connection is lost, Yoyo watches a sleeping Ellee, while Mashiro asks Sora if she isn’t feeling a little lonely since she hasn’t been able to contact her own family. Sora tells her she’s fine for now, having a mission to focus on, as well as having Mashiro by her side.

Another good episode! I’m really glad they were able to contact the king and queen to let them know Ellee was okay. Also, Yoyo revealed her secrets, which was cool. She says she knows of a way to get Sora and Ellee home, but that it’ll take a while to get it ready. I wonder if the girls will need to gather even more Sky Jewels, or something? I guess we’ll find out soon. Also, I see they’re doing what Happiness Charge Pretty Cure did with previous Cure cameos, albeit before the ending theme instead of before the opening theme. Cure Precious being the first one makes sense.

Looking forward to seeing what happens next!

#pretty cure #hirogaru sky precure

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bokutoslittlebird · 3 years

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miya twins and their 19 year old virgin little sister, samu probably caught you trying to fuck yourself and let your dildo be your first since a lot of your friends are teasing you for being a virgin and then atsumu caught you red handed, watching porn. and what would happen if one of them got you preggo? too horny to even think about anything, sorry birdie-san ㅠㅡㅠ

DIVINE. DELICIOUS. you know that audio with the cats? That was me when I read this

Warnings : pregnancy, cunnilingus, f. masturbation, porn video (briefly), a pink dildo, dubcon, incest, manipulation

It’s your nineteenth birthday and while you had a wonderful party with your family, you still feel so young and small. Your brothers are both attending colleges for their own career paths, but you’ve just got out of high school and have no idea what you want to do! You’ve been babied by your brothers, so you don’t have a clear view of the future for yourself that doesn’t include Atsumu and Osamu by your side.

One thing bothered you though: you were still a virgin. Thanks to your brothers, boyfriends were a foreign concept to you. All your friends lost their virginities before their birthdays, but your last friend lost her virginity on her birthday, a present from her boyfriend. You were slow to coming to the party and you told them you’d have lost it by the time your birthday came around, even getting a boyfriend!

A boyfriend quickly discarded by the brooding brothers of yours. A sneer from Atsumu and a glare from Osamu had his tail between his legs. Truly, a shame. You knew your friends would tease you again for the lack of a boy in your life, so you decided to, uh, pretend. A dildo was similar to a penis, right? That’s why they existed.

You didn’t know it’d be so hard! You have to have an orgasm to properly lose your virginity, that’s what your friends said. Pumping the silicone piece into your tiny cunt was harder than expected, only fitting half in before you started to pump it. It sent a tingling down in your tummy, but it was more effort than expected. Noises or frustration mingled with your forced moans, whining as your wrists started to hurt.

Osamu was doing his homework when he heard you make a noise of frustration, huffing and puffing. He didn’t pay too much attention to it, but then you made a similar noise. So, time to investigate. He wouldn’t want you to exert so much energy, you’re his baby sister! He expected to see you trying to get something off a high shelf, your shirt riding up to show your smooth stomach or you to be under your bed, shorts-clad— even better, panty-clad rump in the air. He did not expect to see you on your bed, legs spread and pumping a pink silicone dildo into your cunt. If only that was his—

“‘Tsu- ‘Tsumu,” you moan out, biting on your lower lip. Osamu’s mouth drops into a frown, growling at his twin’s name dropping from your mouth. You turn to look at the door, suddenly opened only to be slammed shut.

A startled gasp makes him stop in front of you, eyes burning with an unknown desire. “‘Samu! What’re you doing?” He just looks at you, eyes glancing at your hand still between your legs. Your eyes go down, shame burning in your face. “I’m trying to be a big girl. I wanna lose my virginity,”

“Why didn’t ya ask me?” He asks, putting his weight on your bed. You panic and close your legs, moving the dildo out of you. “And why ya callin’ out ‘Tsumu’s name? Huh? Am I not good enough?”

“N-No! That’s not it! ‘Samu, you’re scaring me!” You cry out, his large hands spreading your legs. Your puffy pussy is fully on display for him, his eyes noticing the lack of slick. “Don’t hurt me!”

“I’m not gonna hurt ya. I’m gonna help. Wanna be a big girl? I can help,” he says. He doesn’t move, though, waiting for your permission. Even though you’re hesitant — he’s your brother! You’re nodding your head, fingers soon finding themselves in Osamu’s darkened hair. He stopped dying it, so it’s completely natural again. His face is buried in your cunt, lapping at your folds as your moans aren’t forced, head thrown back as Osamu tongue fucks you. When he sticks two fingers into you, he doesn’t expect you to be so wet, a drastic difference from moments ago. He moves to wrap his lips around your clit, walls tightening as you finally release on his fingers and face.

When Osamu comes up, he’s licking his lips while you pant. “Did.. did I lose my virginity?” You ask him, tears clinging to your lashes.

“What d’ya mean?” You explain what your friends told you, all while he strips off his shirt and peppers kisses on your stomach, rising your shirt up as he does. “Nah, I gotta cum inside if you wanna lose it. You gonna let me do that?” The no hesitation in the nodding of your head has him grinning, straightening himself as he rubs his hardened cock through his pants. Today, fantasy becomes reality. “Alright, I’ll go slow,”

Even with his slow sinking into you, you’re gasping and clinging to his biceps for dear life, tears staining your pillow as he splits you open. He’s far bigger than the dildo, but the slick from your orgasm makes it much easier for him to slide in. He kisses your cheek, telling you how good you are. It’s the little praise that has you encouraging him to keep going, and he does. He keeps pushing in until he’s bumping against your cervix, almost completely inside of you. Your legs tighten around his waist, keeping him locked against you.

“Don’t worry, lil sis. I’m not goin’ anywhere,” he shushes, brushing your tears as he stays still. An occasional hiccup has his heart hurting, but he knows you’ll feel good eventually. Well, even if you don’t, he’ll start. When your legs loosen, dropping back to the plush bed, he starts moving. He’s still slow, spreading your walls for his thick cock as you continue to adjust. It’s not until you’re begging him for more does he pick up the pace, slamming his hips against yours. He has to cover your mouth so you don’t alert the whole house he’s fucking you, your screams of pleasure coming out. They’re muffled, but he can hear how much you’re enjoying it. It urges him to go even faster, grunting as he chases his own high.

Another screams rips from you, walls tightening as you cream on his fat cock, eyes rolling as toes curl. It’s enough to send Osamu over the edge, groaning as he buries himself even deeper inside, pumping you full of his cum, you milking every drop. He kisses you, your panting mouth perfect for him to give you a passionate kiss, staying deep inside you. He breaks the kiss, “I love ya, little sis,”

“Love you, too, nii-san,” you smile, kissing him again.

It’s all you ever wanted, to be a big girl. It also brings you and Osamu closer together, you often bouncing around the idea to help him in his shop once he gets it set up. When you go into his room, the door locking behind you, you miss the way Atsumu glares. He has a feeling you’re not studying with Osamu, but there’s nothing to suggest otherwise.

Well, when Osamu is late from coming back from college, Atsumu is the only one home. It’s a small breath of fresh air, relaxing his tired muscles after a long practice match. When he hears small grunts and moans from your bedroom, he goes to investigate. You shouldn’t be home, let alone have anyone with you. The creaking of the floorboards doesn’t stop the noises from your room, Atsumu’s curiosity spiking. Peeking into your open door, he sees you on your back, legs spread open as your laptop plays an obscene video, the moans and grunts coming from the speakers. Your occasional moan is muffled by the shirt hem in your mouth, but it’s dropped when you moan out Osamu’s name, eyes rolling back as your fingers work on your clit.

Atsumu glares at the mention of Osamu’s name, shutting the door that has you jumping and struggling to explain yourself. “Ya think ‘Samu’s better than me? Is that it?” They’re so similar, it’s striking. The hungry eyes, full of anger and lust, they look so much like Osamu’s, but the light blond hair reminds you it’s Atsumu. “What’re you- Yer watchin’ sibling porn? Thinking of your big brother? ‘S that it?”

“No, it’s not what you think, ‘Tsumu!” Unlike Osamu, Atsumu’s one to take what he wants. He moves the laptop off the bed, spreading your legs as you squirm and struggle. “Lemme go!”

“Brats like you need to be put in place, don’t’cha know? You’re fucking soaked, getting off on your big bro that much?” You’re crying and still trying to kick him off, but it just turns him on even more. You’re still innocent and so naive in his eyes, it’s nothing for him to just take that from you. His cock is already hard, begging to sink into your warm depths. “You gonna let me fuck you? It’ll be like that video you were watching,”

You’re shaking your head, pushing at his chest as he leans down to press kisses to your neck. “C’mon, lil sis. I’m not gonna hurt ya. You trust me, right?” It’s a question that has your movements stopping, glossy eyes looking at Atsumu. He’s smiling, your big brother not showing any hint of malice. You sniffle, his thumbs swiping away the silver droplets on your cheeks.

“As long as you promise not to hurt me, okay ‘Tsumu?” You ask him, big doe eyes of innocence as you look at him. He grins and kisses your lips, licking your bottom lip. A whispered breath of ‘wouldn’t dream of it’ is all you hear before his mushroom head is pushing at your entrance. He’s just as big as Osamu, but it’s still hard to take in. You’re nice and slick, though, Atsumu notes. All from watching some incest porn, it’s almost funny to him how all you had to do was ask, no reason to hide it! Him and Osamu have been dreaming of keeping you all to themselves, there’s no reason for you to hide your desires.

Once he’s bottomed out, he doesn’t let you adjust, immediately pulling out to thrust back in. It’s sharp and rough, knocking the air from your lungs as your head gets thrown back. Atsumu’s quick to attach his lips to your neck, sucking the flesh and digging his teeth into the skin. It’s a way to show he’s claimed you, as if he doesn’t plan on coming inside. That’s his goal — mark you inside and out. With your arms above your head, grasping the pillows, there’s no reason for him to not. Licking his thumb, he presses it to your clit and flicks it, sending shockwaves through you as you scream and cream around his cock, thighs tightening around him. He’s not too far behind you, rutting against you as he paints your insides white, sending you into another orgasm, juices spraying against his abdomen.

“Lookie there! You just squirted all over me,” he chuckles, rubbing your shaking thighs. You’re overstimulated, so he doesn’t push another round. There’ll be time for that later.

A week later, you find yourself in a dilemma when your clothes won’t fit. Worried about gaining weight, you confide in your big brothers who give you a test. “Just pee on it. It’ll tell you if you’re overeating,” they said. They’ve never lied to you before! When those two lines pop up on the plastic tool, you show it to them, confused. They tell you you’re pregnant, but then comes the question. Who’s the dad? Really, does it matter? They have a lot of love to give you and they’re twins. Your child is gonna look like both of them no matter what.

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The Haunting of Thomas Sanders

> Part 1 < Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Summary: Nico was beginning to think his new boyfriend was haunted by ghosts. He never planned to bring it up until the ghosts themselves came to him asking for help.

[AO3]

CW: food mention, alcohol mention, past breakup

Notes: Based off this text post I made.

Nico had come to the mall for inspiration.

Anything to get out of his office would help him at this point, really. The meetings he had to go to were stifling any new ideas and the nosey, pompous co-workers were worse. The writer did not know what he was looking for, but what else brought people to malls? Maybe a new outfit would uncover confidence , maybe indulging in greasy food would be that final click he seemed to lack, maybe people-watching would offer the right story. Nico's bets were not on the last one.

The mall was not as busy as it once had been. When he was still a teen it was a lively place bustling with a constant traffic of people. Walking through shops offered hours of new stimulation and the hallways were towering, intricate skylights the crowning jewel. As time went on Nico got older and things changed. Online shopping is easier than anything and a fair few of the shops were closed down for good.

Nevertheless it was his favorite place to write if he had to choose. The buzz of energy helped him focus on work. Nico found peculiar security in being an irrelevant face in a crowd of hundreds, and knowing that each person had a life he could never even imagine opened floodgates of inspiration. The 'What if's?' and 'Why's?" he asked himself when people-watching could get the ball rolling.

Now there were less faces, less stories. Nico did not appreciate the way this shift reflected in his work. The difference was noticeable, and he struggled more with deadlines, but he worked with what he had.

He learned to pay attention to individuals more. However, currently what he had was waiting for his food, because at this point he might have more luck finding inspiration in eating then in others. There had only been a toddler throwing a tantrum, a teen scrolling on their phone, and a man who sat down across from him at the food court-

Oh hello, inspiration.

If Nico was staring, the only reason he got away with it was his laptop blocking his line of sight. He saw all he needed out of the corner of his eye. The floral shirt was extremely flattering, and if he wasn't mistaken he could see the outline of muscles. That brown hair looked fluffy, and what he would give to run his fingers through it while- Okay, Nico, you might be gay but that thought isn't for a stranger .

He could not even see his eye color. And the man in the floral shirt was eating, interrupting his meal would be rude. Maybe there was a way to make this still work? As his waitress got to his table and dropped off his food, he subtly turned his pinned-covered backpack in the direction of the stranger. If Mr. Handsome did not answer his silent plea then he would move on.

He tossed a fry into his mouth instead of letting himself think.

Maybe he had got his hopes up when the guy came in his direction, only to walk up to a Karrot King line. When the writer saw the man in the floral shirt inspect the plant, he wondered if he liked botany. Finally the same useless hope happened again when they made admittedly awkward eye contact for a few seconds. So he has brown eyes. The guy turned away rather fast so Nico dropped it. Maybe showing a pride pin made the guy uncomfortable and it was to good to be true.

Only when he heard a CRASH and saw somebody fall into a garbage can, did he finally get an idea about what to write. That was a metaphor he could spin into a story. Certainly it was not at all because he felt trashy for a missed opportunity. Nor was it due to that cute guy having disappeared, leaving his food uneaten.

Wait . You can still make this work, Flores.

He scarfed down the rest of his food and discarded the trash. Nico's fast pace to get to the table with the food turned a few heads, but he ignored it. Greasy bag in hand, he browsed the crowd for that familiar pattern. Every person wearing a floral shirt was either an older lady or a child. Nico swayed on the balls of his feet as he contemplated what to do next, but then he saw him coming out of the restroom.

Bingo!

None of what happened after went as planned. Serves him right for letting his overactive imagination create unrealistic expectations.

He should have known trying to do small talk with strangers would only backfire. After Nico had called out after him to return the food, he had tried to ask what made him leave in a rush to forget his food. Then the guy asked what was wrong with him and Nico dropped it. He gave the stranger his well-wishers and left afterwards. He would honestly rather head back to work then be here right now.

No matter if he was admittedly cute, Nico Flores probably would have been mad at the man if he did not look like he was on the verge of a public anxiety attack. He was probably starving, too, if he had forgotten his lunch.

The man in the floral shirt hesitated behind him, running after Nico.

When they actually sat down to talk together, the man in the floral shirt - Mr. Sanders, Thomas - was quite charming. And funny. And intelligent. Oh, when he had called Thomas an inspiration earlier he had meant it. He just met a singer and an actor, is there a more perfect match to a writer and poet?

Leave it to his imagination to think of a man he just met reciting the poems and lovingly singing songs he writes.

The two had talked for over two hours without noticing. They had bounced ideas off of each other and Nico made an impressive amount of progress. He felt so giddy with just this one interaction! Nico was sad that they had to leave; Thomas seemed just as reluctant to part.

"Well you didn't get to eat much today at lunch right?"

Thomas fiddled with his fingers, "Yeah…"

Nico did not let himself second guess himself , he offered, "Then let me buy you dinner tonight!"

As a breath caught in Thomas' throat, Nico was self conscious that he might have said something wrong, but the heavy blush across the other man's face was not of offence or horror at all. Thomas was smiling at him again.

Finding ways to make Thomas go speechless was going to be his new favorite pastime… if Thomas would give him a chance, he decided. Just that alone lit a fire inside him, and later when he finished with writing for work, he would write some more. All he would be writing about would be this, a collection of poems to free these butterflies in his stomach. Thomas seemed to look around for approval from anybody else and nodded quickly

"I'd love to go with you, Nico! Maybe we can uh- get to know each other better?" Oh man, it was flattering to have somebody so cute get so nervous at him of all people.

"Only if I could get to know the digits on your phone number better," he confirmed with a playful grin. It might have been cheesy, certainly. But he was also the person who told Thomas that they would not waste this opportunity. Pretending he was not corny now would be a lie.

Thomas taking his cliché advances in stride only made him more hopeful.

They both later met at a local bar and grill close to the beach. A salty sea breeze tousled his hair and the palm leaves. The hour was close to sunset, too hot for the mosquitoes to bug them but not too hot for the two of them to eat outside.

"I'm looking for a table for two? RSVP'd under the name 'Flores'?" He asked. The waitress nodded, sat him down with a menu. Thomas was not there, and a part of him wonders if he is getting stood up. Nico, not particularly interested in looking at food yet, fiddled with his laptop. He sighed because even If that was the case, Nico would try to make the most of the night.

The waitress brought Thomas to the table a few minutes later. The writer's heart soared before worry took root. Thomas was wearing that same expression from earlier that day on his face. He anxiously explained. "I'm so, so sorry for being late. And i totally get if you don't want me here and would prefer to just call this all off. I didn't mean to show up late, but then as I was about to leave my apartment I- my keys just-"

Nico grabbed one of Thomas' hands and smiled reassuringly. "Hey, I'm not angry you got here late."

Thomas really did look cute flustered, but he did not let go of the hand. Instead he ran his thumbs along his knuckles. "I'm happy you're here with me. Wanna order a drink and maybe share an appetizer with me?"

They both chatted about foods they disliked while waiting. Thomas hated carrots with a passion as it turned out, and he made a mental note to tease him about going to a Karrot King. Nico in turn talked about his dislike for most seafood and mushrooms because of the slimy texture. The waitress came and both agreed on a sampler platter to share.

"Mimosas at sunset?" He inquired.

Thomas smiled nervously. "I usually save them for brunches, with friends. All the other options I like are too much if I want to drive home tonight."

Nico nodded, understanding.

Just like in the food court, Talking with Thomas made time go past without him even noticing. They tried out food together, talked about music, and that led Nico into telling a story about a Highschool band. Thomas was red in the face and giggling uncontrollably by the time they paid for the check and had to leave.

They left the building together when Thomas stopped him. "There's a park around the corner. We can feed the ducks some leftovers."

If Nico noticed that Thomas was not ready to say bye just yet, he did not say it. The last of the sun was behind the horizon by the time they went through a breadstick. Watching Thomas interact with the ducks gave him the idea that this man loved animals. They were cute, he would admit, but nature found other ways to ruin his mood.

Nico laughed at himself, pulling his arms closer into his body. "I almost wish I dressed up a bit more. I didn't expect the mosquitoes to be this bad."

"I know it's warm out, but I can lend you a jacket?"

Nico did a double take at what Thomas was holding up. It was black with plaid sleeves, already oversized so it wouldn't have a problem fitting Nico. It honestly looked very comfortable, and it would keep him from being bit, but comfort wasn't what he was caught up on.

"Being warm beats being eaten alive."

When the fuck did Thomas have an extra jacket on him? Did he really not notice it?

He hesitated, and then asked a whole entirety different question. "Are you sure I can take this? I won't be able to return it to you tonight."

Thomas insisted, "Please, I don't mind- I don't need it. And you can keep it for tonight, or until we see each other again?"

Nico put the jacket on and it was soft. And it smelled like the cologne Thomas was wearing. Oh this was nice. "When will that be, Thomas?"

Thomas let his eyes linger on Nico in his jacket. "Saturday I'm free, I think. We could have brunch together, even."

He smiled. "Saturday sounds wonderful."

When they first had met, being infatuated was easy. It came to the pair more natural than breathing.

Nico originally did not know if his relationship with Thomas Sanders would go anywhere. But the first meeting had been so promising. And then they had a brunch date at Thomas' place, then a second and a third. Maybe… maybe Nico was moving too fast. Things kept going well nonetheless.

Four, five, six, seven. They kept on hanging out. Going out. They wanted to see more and more of each other. Quickly they were amassing a horde of good memories together. During nights away, they loved to text and call each other. They never put a label on what they did, which was starting to bother him. It felt more intimate than friendship. Were these dates?

According to his family, yes. They had noticed his change in mood and lack of free time quickly and demanded explanation. He kept it vague, but got advice anyways. Mama Flores said it was ridiculous that he had not brought Thomas by to meet the famila. Hid Papa was more doubtful. Even though it has been years since Nico's last major failed relationship, his father was still worried.

Papa Flores was a proud man, so it left a bad taste in his mouth when he requested Nico to take more time before giving his heart away. He had to oblige. Nico was over it, he healed, but some of his family was not. Nico's ex was like a second son to Papa, and everybody was hurt by him.

Call him cliché, but Thomas was different.

Even when Nico was past the stage of infatuation, Thomas took his breath away.

Could you be infatuated by somebody you have not actually kissed yet? It felt like it. Sure, when they had met at that food court, he had his breath taken away, and that feeling intensified when they saw each other more. He knew infatuation could feel like love, but these feelings passed the test of time and matured into something deeper. With more meaning. He did not like just the idea of Thomas and what their future might look like, he liked Thomas for his presence and as a person.

Suddenly his worries that they were moving too fast turned into frustrations they were moving too slow. They were more intimate than regular friends, but they never got far enough to be considered partners. It was frustrating to figure out. Nico was ready for a relationship, he was certain. The three months he spent getting to know Thomas were blissful, and calling their dates only "hangouts" had begun to feel forced.

So they talked about it.

Thomas said he was also ready but his actions seemed more… hesitant. He mentioned somebody from his past, who he moved on from but never could forget. Nico wanted to ask, to find out what happened to his heart for him to be so afraid. He knew what it felt like to have scars that still hurt, he wanted to be there for Thomas as he healed.

But that was not the time for the conversation. Not when Nico was nearly on Thomas' lap and his arms hung around his neck. Not when Thomas met his eyes and Nico stared at them for too long. It could have been him trying to figure out what emotions they held, maybe Thomas' eyes were that beautiful. His friend -- boyfriend? -- got so anxious and trapped in his head easily, but Thomas seemed in control of his more scary thoughts in that moment. It brought a smile to his face, unnoticed between the way they were slowly moving closer.

Still, cautious and vulnerable, eager and loving, Thomas had let Nico kiss him. Finally getting to show Thomas just how much he wanted to cherish him was amazing. And receiving that same passion in return was intoxicating.

Getting an answer never felt so good.

Nico's more-than-friendly feelings were not the only thing that was starting to add up in regards to Thomas either. There were strange happenings, though were so minuscule he had nothing tangible to go off of.

Thomas might be really good at sneaking things past Nico's eyes, common sense would say. Intuition told himself not to doubt what he saw. Thomas did not have that spare jacket on their first date originally. It literally had to of appeared from thin air. And when Thomas invited him for brunch, he noticed that two of the mimosas Thomas had prepared with brunch had vanished. Sometimes he experiences ghost touches when staying the night. The hands were gentle and comforting, calluses on the fingertips just like Thomas, but when he opened his eyes nobody was there.

That was the most noticeable of things. Though he could list off a dozen smaller happenings. He had no proof for them, as they could be explained, but Nico listened to his gut here.

And Nico has no idea what he would want to do with this information anyways. Thomas seemed to have some supernatural force that followed him around. What a fantastic conclusion to jump to! It would be weird to bring up, especially after Thomas had denied anything when Nico subtly brought it up. And the ghosts - for lack of better term - did nothing to harm Thomas.

The information that Thomas was haunted by ghosts was, for all intents and purposes, useless.

(Except it was not. It was fantastic material to write from. When he first called Thomas inspiration, his first impression never proved to be wrong.)

(And if Nico had started a personal project dedicated to a story based on it, nobody needed to know,)

The difference between Nico's feelings for Thomas and his feelings about his ghosts is that one actually got addressed.

He would be content to let Thomas have that secret to himself.

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#sanders sides #flirting with social anxiety #sanders sides fic #nico flores #thomas sanders #nico x thomas #karrot kings #pintroverts #nicomas #ts virigl #virgil sanders #the haunting of thomas sanders #snappy writes

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In the Steel Steeds Heart

Chapter 23: Desperate Passions

Warnings: strong language, sexual themes, oral sex, penetrative sex, nipple play, nipple piercings, scars/stitches, fingering

Summary: Juniper is fully healed and ready to get back to one of their favorite hobbies!

Feedback appreciated. 18+. This is a smut heavy chapter

“What are we having tonight, love?” Heisenberg asked, sitting back in the wooden chair. He had returned from working to find her over the stove, a simmering pot filling the apartment with a delicate fragrance.

“Pilaf.” She answered sweetly.

“Ah…alright.” Heisenberg nodded, her answer not making anything more clear to him.

He cut open a cigar, lighting it and bringing it to his lips as he watched her.

She pulled two deep plates out of the cabinet, looking towards him, “Get anything exciting made today?”

He made a prideful rumble, speaking through the cigar, “Mhm. The Soldat Zwei is almost finished. Give the bastard one, maybe two, good days of work and he should be up.”

“They are the ones with two drills right?”

“Correct. Moved the reactor core to the back as well.”

“When are you starting the….the Pan..pan?” She couldn’t find the words, placing a glass of water and silverware on the table.

“The Panzer?”

“Yea that one! They looked big.”

“Oh, sweetheart, it will be.” He gave a devilish smile, “Gotta wait till I get a bastard built like a shit brick house for that one.”

“Like Sturm?” She scooped food into the deep plates.

“Unfortunately…yes.” He frowned, that creature still brought him nothing but grief.

Juniper placed a plate before him, before taking a seat with her own.

Fuck me…what is this?

Heisenberg gulped looking at the meal. It was a pile of rice with chicken, carrots, mushrooms and herbs mixed in. It smelled normal and appetizing but left much to be desired to the eyes.

Juniper took a bite, looking at him through narrow eyes.

“Love, did you make bread as well?” He asked hopefully.

“No, there’s rice in here.” She pointed her fork at him, “And vegetables. Eat it.”

He made a little grumble, tucking into his food. It tasted good, the rice made with the broth from the chicken and the herbs giving it a homely taste.

…Thank god.

Heisenberg thought, mercifully, as he started eating with more gusto. Juniper loved to cook, and loved seeing him eat what she made even more. But her passion for the craft was almost matched with her desire to strive to make each meal healthy. Even if it meant throwing in things that tasted like death to pack more nutrients into every meal.

Heisenberg didn’t know if it was her trying to curb his lack of anything healthy or some Devine force punishing him for his terrible daily diet for decades. In any case, it was a small price to pay for her happiness.

He finished his plate, even going back for a second. On the way back to his seat he paused, giving Juniper a soft pat on top of her head with his free hand. She beamed up at him.

They spoke more of his upcoming Soldat plans over dinner. Heisenberg explained how the Panzers should be immune to most types of damage, save for heavier explosions. They would be risky to produce and time consuming but a good last line of defense.

“Will all the armor put stress on the core?” Juniper asked.

He nodded, “I’ll have to use the bigger exhaust port like on Sturm but take in the energy production per energy draw to the multiple drills.”

“So they don’t overheat?”

“Precisely. I don’t want them spitting fire like the big boy.” Heisenberg pointed out.

After Juniper cleaned up the mess from dinner, Heisenberg ushered her into the bathroom. She followed him, used to this routine, she pulled her dress off and sat on the sink. Heisenberg leaned on his palms against the counter on either side of her, dipping in to give her a kiss. She deepened the contact, hands finding the sleeves of his button up shirt.

He gave a happy little rumble, pulling away enough to inspect her incision. She sat still, waiting as he looked her over with a critical eye. The infection was completely gone, the tissue a healthy healing pink.

“I can probably remove the stitches, if you’d like.” He concluded.

“Please.” She almost begged, “They itch.”

He stood, chuckling, “Itching is good, means it’s healing.”

He retrieved a sharp pair of scissors, pouring a bit of peroxide over the blades before kneeling before her once more. With careful cuts he snipped through the stitches, pulling them free with deft fingers.

He tossed them away one by one into the trash can. Juniper watched him with big eyes.

“Will it scar?” Juniper asked quietly.

“Afraid so, Darling.” Heisenberg frowned.

Her eyes looked glassy, glancing over the pinkish new tissue.

Heisenberg took her face in his hands, lifting her chin up to meet his gaze. She wilted a bit.

"What's up?" He asked, concern in his gaze.

"Hmm…" She almost didn't answer, looking away, "I don’t want you to think I’m ugly…I have really bad scars…”

“Are you fucking serious.” Heisenberg’s lips were a fine line, “Look at me.”

She met his eyes, him correcting her, “No look at all of me. Look at all the shit my body has been through.”

Her eyes wavered, scanning him over. He was covered in scars, his skin was a patchwork of pearlescent lattice, even his face sporting a few.

“I am a scarred, fucked up old man.” He said plainly, “You are so fucking beautiful. A few scars can’t change that.”

Her eyes watered, cheeks growing rosey.

His face split with a grin, “Have I ever hesitated to bend your ass over every flat surface in this factory?”

“…no.” She mumbled.

“Don’t you even start to think I don’t find you sexy as all hell, ok love?”

“Mmmm.”

“What?”

“You haven’t bent me over anything in months.” Juniper pouted in his hands.

Heisenberg looked at her a moment before throwing back his head and barking out with laughter.

“You were healing!” He bared his teeth playfully, “But you’re all fixed up now, how about I show you how much you drive me fucking wild?”

Juniper smiled, nuzzling into his cupped hands, “Please, master?”

“Oh Honey.” He almost purred, “Keep that up and you’ll be bedridden again.”

They made their way back to the bedroom, Heisenberg catching her up in a messy kiss. While she was distracted he removed the rest of her clothing, backing her up until her calves touched the bed.

He lightly pushed her back, Juniper making a little ‘oof’ as she hit the bed. She propped herself up on her elbows, smiling as Heisenberg fell to his knees before her.

He didn’t dive straight into her heat like she expected, instead pulling her by the ankles closer to the edge.

His eyes were dark and hungry as he dipped his head in to drop rough kisses up the length of her leg. Juniper shivered at the heat of his mouth as he trailed ever closer to the place she wanted him desperately.

His lips lingered on the softness of her inner thigh, sucking a dark blotch there. He pulled free with a wet pop, meeting her gaze. She was already flushed.

“I’m going to have to re-mark my claim on you.” He almost purred the words.

“Make me yours in every way.” She spoke sweetly.

“I plan to.” He promised, kissing upwards.

He dropped a kiss just above her clit, smiling when her breath hitched. She made a little sound of want when he pulled away, thrusting her hips up in an effort to urge him back. Heisenberg growled as his large hands found her legs, pushing her down against the bed.

Juniper whimpered, watching him move higher.

He kissed along her scar, eyes flicking up to meet hers. The new tissue was sensitive under his lips, his beard making her skin prickle.

“Fucking perfect.” He concluded when he covered its length, his hands forcing her thighs more apart, “Every part.”

“…stop.” Juniper’s cheeks reddened further.

“Oh no.” He gave a devilish smile, “No mercy for you my little wifey.”

She gave a little mewl at his tone, her core clenching air.

“I was looking forward to dessert all night.” His face split with a mirthful grin.

“Then come get it!” She bared her teeth a bit playfully

Heisenberg dove into her sex, eating her like a starving man. He was messy and forceful, causing her to melt in seconds. He growled into her flesh, already feeling her tighten under him. He pulled away, scoring his thumb over her clit as he licked slick from his lips, “Already such a damn mess for me.”

“It’s…it’s been a w-while.” She spoke between pants.

“Too long.” He agreed, going back in.

He made sure to pull multiple orgasms from her with only his mouth and hands, stopping every so often to trail kisses up her abdomen. She was breathy and blissed out, completely forgetting her earlier self-consciousness.

He stood, giving her a moment of mercy. Juniper watched him, breasts quaking as she regained her breath. Her skin was already glistening with a light sheen of sweat, stray onyx curls stuck to her forehead. Heisenberg slowly removed each layer of clothing, almost making a show of it under her hungry gaze.

Finally kicking off his boxers he crawled onto the bed. The bed creaked under their combined weight as he loomed over her.

Juniper eager hands found him quickly, squeezing the thick ropes of muscle that made his arms.

“Pretty impressive eh?” He smirked cockily.

Her fingers slid upwards, fanning over his chest. She gave him a little devilish look as she found his only nipple piercing.

His breath hitched a bit as she toyed with it; coming almost unglued entirely when her head quickly dipped in to take the metal into her mouth.

The movement was almost too fast for him to react before the sensation rippled through his body. Juniper was spurred on when she saw how his body shivered in response, deepening the contact.

Heisenberg pushed her away, holding her down against the bed with strong hands. He swallowed, “That’s enough of that.”

Juniper licked her lips, the taste of metal and skin on her tongue, “Seemed to like it.”

He ground his teeth a bit, aware of his hard cock. He caught her lips up with his own before she could continue.

He kept her occupied, grouping down her body as he lined himself up. She gasped into his mouth when she felt the weeping tip bump her folds. He pulled away to brace himself over her.

“Fuck, I missed you.” His voice was low and almost wavering as he pushed into her. Juniper’s back arched, moaning as his cock stretched her out deliciously.

Her core was tight from the months without him.

He started pumping into her almost desperately, lifting her legs to hook around his waist. With the better angle he was able to reach deeper, rubbing against her g-spot with every thrust.

She clawed down his back, crying out every time their hips sloppily met together.

The sex was messy and raw, both needing to feel the release of pent up passions. Heisenberg groaned out breathily, hands finding purchase in the mattress to buck into her harder.

He felt her tense under him. “F-Fuck! Come for me Doll. Come on my cock!” He grunted out, moving a hand to her clit. His thumb scored quick circles into the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Juniper buckled under him, sobbing out her release. A surge of slick coated his cock as her cunt clamped down on him.

She felt divine, like liquid velvet around him. Heisenberg became a mess of sounds himself, balls slapping into her ass roughly as he chased his own release.

His hips jolted, bottoming out in her. She felt him pulse as her insides were flooded with hot ropes of come.

She felt extremely full, bits of his release oozing out around his cock.

He settled over her, wanting to stay slotted within her walls. Catching her breath she pulled his face closer, peppering his jaw with kisses.

He gave a little rumble of amusement, letting her fawn over him.

They tangled into one another, the darkness filled with the sounds of their heavy breathes and soft moans. A hunger of the flesh deep in their minds. Words weren’t needed. Their touches, tinged with desperation for an act both had feared would be lost to them, was everything in that moment.

Skin to skin, a heartbeat felt under fingertips. The world outside the bed didn’t exist, the nightmares couldn’t reach them.

Heisenberg pressed his body against Juniper’s, his cock never leaving her. In the soft lulls between rounds of sex he held her close, wanting to feel over every inch of her. She thankfully held onto him, losing track of the hours. He nipped into the soft flesh of her throat, huffing out hotly when he heard her mewl.

He felt her tense under him as he rocked into her afresh. Juniper didn’t know how many rounds or orgasms they shared, the night becoming a blur of pleasure and overstimulation.

Eventually exhaustion overtook her and Juniper fell asleep against his chest. Heisenberg stayed fully inserted inside of her, softly tracing her spinal scar. Their bodies were stuck together with sweat, he could feel every breath and heartbeat of hers.

He let his mind wander to work. With the spring thaw here it would make collecting bodies from the grave easier, but also he would have to be much more on top of watching the village for casualties.

Juniper was his favorite distraction but she was a distraction nonetheless. He wouldn’t force her away, no, she gave him more purpose to strive to escape. She made his hunger to explore the world deeper, he wanted to give her a better life than the factory.

And he would give it to her.

#resident evil village #karl heisenberg #heisenberg x oc #re8 oc #heisenberg #in the steel steeds heart #resident evil #heisenberg smut

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otvlanga · 3 years

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Infodump time or whatever, but I’m changing up Meallana’s reason for why she winds up marrying Neloth a bit. This is a long and unedited ramble, sorry in advance to the 5 of you who’re gonna read it <3

Anyway, before I decided to chalk their marriage up to just “idk political power, for an alliance” but that doesn’t really make much sense given the structure of Morrowind’s government, and the fact that Morrowind is full of Dunmer which the people of Skyrim hate. And the Dunmer wouldn’t give a fuck about Skyrim, naturally.

So, I’m thinking instead, she does it for a few other different reasons

The main reason being easy protection. After winning the war for the Stormcloaks, Skyrim is in a very weakened and vulnerable state -- something she regretfully admits is mostly her fault. Peace may be restored for the time being, but soon the Thalmor will make their moves on the country while it’s defenses are low, and she knows she’ll have a big target on her back if she stays in Skyrim and continues pledging her loyalty to Ulfric. She’s already eliminated Alduin, the Thalmor wouldn’t see much reason to keep her around. She may be the Dragonborn, but a lot of her strength comes from brute force and magical prowess. Sure, she can wipe out a few dozen Justiciars at once with her spells and shouts, but she lacks the tactical advantage of the Thalmor. She’s one person, save for her little entourage and allies spread across Skyrim. The Thalmor are a branch of military thousands of people strong. I don’t even need to explain how she has a disadvantage. She’s not invincible. So obviously she fucks off to Solstheim and marries Neloth.

“but Otty doesn’t Neloth make the Dragonborn a member of house Telvanni anyway?” yes other Otty, good point. However, I doubt that would automatically constitute for citizenship. Marriage would probably grant her easy quick citizenship to Morrowind, and since she has minimal self respect, she isn’t above putting a ring on it to get that. Being under Morrowind’s law, and a member of one of the most powerful houses no less, would probably keep her pretty safe and on the high ground above whoever’s running rampant in Skyrim. Dunmer and Altmer hate eachother, the Dominion and their cronies wouldn’t waste the energy going after her anywhere on Morrowind territory. As far as they’re concerned, she’s their problem now.

And so, another reason would be for personal power. Neloth is obviously insanely powerful and skilled, as are all Telvanni, and by joining his house she’s going to have a lot of power and knowledge at her disposal. Any mage would dream to get in on their weird voodoo mushroom magic and secrets. Her biggest problem will probably be other Telvanni and maybe some Morag Tong, but Neloth lives in the middle of nowhere, so it likely wouldn’t pose too much of a problem. He’s high-ranking, intelligent, and ambitious. She knows he isn’t going anywhere any time soon and has large potential for discovering some new stupidly overpowered magic and other-worldy secrets, so why not? He’d take up the opportunity as well to have leverage over other members of his house -- the LDB is “hero of legend” for a reason after all, even when hiding from the Aldmeri government, and he definitely recognizes that. Telvanni society is very dog-eat-dog, and having her married to him will ensure he keeps a position of power and intimidation over most other members of his house.

Also she just likes Neloth. She respects him and admires his ambition and tenacity, and while she definitely doesn’t love him when they get married, things do develop eventually (albeit slowly and accidentally). There are a lot of things she dislikes about him too, but they never had a bad relationship and worked together well during the Miraak business, so he’d logically be the best person to go for for.

The moral of the story is, if there’s one thing she’s absolutely great at, it’s running away from the consequences of her actions and neglecting her fuck-ups. Nobody ever said the Dragonborn was actually a morally good person. that’s why i stuck her with Master Bastard himself lmao

#anaro and atgeir are my token good guys #meallana is my token bastard #anyway does all this stop her from sneaking into skyrim to egg delphine's house? no #oc: meallana #neloth #skyrim #oc #tes #tesv #tesblr #ramble #telvanni #stupid thalmor #stupid meallana for joining the stupid stormcloaks #for a stupid reason #thats what you get #jail in mushroom for 1000 years

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the-iron-orchid · 3 years

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36 (face-sitting) for Jinana & Turel?

(weeks later) OK, so this one may have... gotten away from me a little....

Title: Without Words

Pairing: Jinana/Turel, ~2460 words

Warnings: Bodyworship, facesitting, mild domination, mild biting, masturbation

Synopsis: A foraging trip for Jinana becomes an alfresco tryst with Turel.

Notes: A follow-up to The Sound of Distant Thunder.

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Jinana has been finding more time to be in the forests around Vesuvia of late, wildcrafting herbs for the shop and goods for the kitchen. This time of year, one may find king boletes, hen-of-the-woods, and even chanterelles amid the trees and mosses, and pine nuts abound.

Of course, there is another reason s/he has been making the time to explore the wilds, often with Anjali in tow (when the sky does not promise rain). S/he never quite knows where or when, but sometimes s/he will encounter the peculiar giant of a man s/he once found amid the falling rain, sitting silent and still as a stone.

Turel is a craftsman, a maker of things, his huge hands capable of finer and more delicate work than one might expect; Jinana knows just how delicate and fine that touch can be. S/he isn’t quite certain how to define what is between them - it is something born of the strange magic of being in wild places, and the way two people can sometimes read one another’s unconscious cues. Very often they will go with less than a handful of words exchanged, but communicating all the same.

There is something about him that is so soothing to hir, his energy a deep and steady current, in such contrast to the restless, chaotic energy that crackles through hir being. But when they are together, it’s as if hir own energy slows its pace to match his - the way a heartbeat might, or breathing.

Today it is cool and misty, and Jinana draws hir shawl more closely about hirself as s/he casts hir glance over the trees, looking for distinctive fungal formations. Ah, there… a mass of delicately frilled shapes clustered at the base of a tree. S/he slips hir gathering knife from hir pocket and bends down to harvest the fruiting body of the mushrooms.

When s/he rises again, s/he is only mildly surprised to find that s/he is being watched with silent interest. Jinana smiles and offers some of the bounty s/he’s just gathered; there’s plenty about. But Turel declines with a gesture and a small smile; instead, he beckons hir to follow. Intrigued, s/he does.

It’s a fine walk; they cross a couple of small streams, and Jinana mentally marks the location of a few persimmon trees. Right now their fruit will be astringent, but as fall deepens they will sweeten. They come to a part of the forest where firs congregate, and Jinana gathers some of the fragrant needles for teas and bath herbs.

Turel hunkers down at the base of a stand of trees, indicating little cleared spots in the leaf litter, probably the work of animals. Jinana, too, peers down at this. Summoning hir mage hand spell, s/he pushes the debris aside with a gesture. Beneath, s/he can just see three paler objects poking out of the dirt. Curious, s/he uses the same magical force to dig them out.

They are small white truffles, growing amid the roots of the trees, a true treasure of the forest. Jinana indicates with a tap to hir lips and a small wink that s/he will preserve this secret.

They spend some time in companionable silence, absorbed in the hunt for the elusive fungi. S/he takes only as much as s/he and Heron will be able to use; the delicious life-span of a truffle is finite, after all.

With the bounty secured in hir gathering basket, Jinana takes a moment to sit back against the trunk of a tree, watching ants trailing their way across the roots. S/he had almost forgotten how soothing and restorative it could be just to sit quietly in nature; humankind has tried so hard to distance itself from such things. Spending these brief times with Turel has re-taught hir the lesson that even a magician - perhaps especially a magician - is at their best when they take a moment to reconnect with the natural world.

Closing hir eyes, s/he reaches out with hir othersense, feeling the life that surrounds hir. The tree at hir back, hundreds of years old but thrumming with vigor, sharing its strength with its fellows through some mysterious web of connection. The ants’ nest below the ground, seething with activity and purpose. Squirrels, birds, insects… it is a vast jeweled net of living things, each with their own energy.

And s/he feels Turel’s energy, familiar to hir now, at once entirely harmonious and very different to that which surrounds them. S/he has not asked, but s/he suspects that, like the tree, he is a being of centuries, and perhaps more. Human, and perhaps not human… but human enough.

It is his energy which announces his approach, for his step is very light for one of such size. He seats himself next to hir, and Jinana leans lightly against his side, letting the contact ground hir in every way. S/he fancies that s/he can feel the wild magic that swirls and leaps within hir coming to rest, settling like water in a bottle.

They stay like this for a time, a sort of meditation. When s/he opens hir eyes again, s/he feels calm, refreshed, even invigorated. S/he sees that while hir senses were elsewhere, a large mantis has taken up a position on Turel’s knee; seeing hir move, it spreads its wings in a defensive posture. The absurdity of it makes hir laugh, and this proves too much; the insect takes sudden flight.

It feels good to laugh. It feels good to be out of the city, in the greenness and the mist, away from it all. It feels good to be right here, in this moment, resting against the calming solidity of Turel’s body. He seems somehow more solid, more real than anything else, in a way that Jinana cannot explain.

Turel’s quiet answering chuckle is less a thing heard than a thing felt. Moving with a certain deliberation, he lifts one hand, gently running the backs of his fingers along hir jawline. The gesture is a question, one that Jinana answers by rising to hir feet, standing before him. S/he reaches out and tips his chin upward, bending down slightly to place a kiss upon his lips - he is so large that were he to kneel, still he would tower over hir. It is only when he is seated like this that s/he can reach him at all.

It is because of this difference, and because of Jinana’s own inclinations, that he yields to hir in these things. Jinana knows perfectly well that this is but a thing permitted, because it suits him to do so. But there is something thrilling in feeling such strength held in check, in commanding that strength for hir pleasure, however temporarily.

S/he runs hir fingers along Turel’s jawline as s/he pulls away, then grins and makes a particular gesture, speaking the words of magic under hir breath. S/he rises easily from the ground, levitating hirself to where s/he can be seated upon a nearby branch, more than hir own height off the ground. Smiling, s/he beckons with one hand.

Turel rising from a seated position is a sight in itself; it almost seems as if he will never stop rising, until finally his full height is reached. He steps over to where Jinana reaches hir hand out to him, palm-up. He takes the hand in his, where it immediately seems lost. He presses his lips to the flower of henna on hir palm, looking very slightly up at hir with amusement crinkling the corners of his eyes.

Jinana laughs in return, the sound becoming a sigh as he places a kiss on the inside of hir wrist. His eyes on hir are unblinking as he works his way up hir arm in a slow, steady trail of kisses and caresses. S/he has become accustomed to this unwavering gaze, the way he regards all things. S/he loves watching the way those eyes change with desire, their darkness deepening.

Turel reaches hir shoulder, the side of hir neck, and as he draws back to choose the next part of hir that he will give his attention to, Jinana leans forward to kiss him again. S/he parts hir lips, feeling him answer the deepening of the kiss with tremendous gentleness... but no lack of heat.

When s/he releases him once more, he continues his journey down the other arm, ending at the matching henna-traced flower in hir other palm. He then begins anew at the henna that graces the top of one foot, hir ankle, traveling up hir leg, his hands pushing up the fabric of hir skirt before him. Teasingly, Jinana keeps hir thighs pressed together; s/he knows what he wants, and he knows the game they are playing.

Only when Turel has made his way back down the other side does Jinana relax the tension in hir legs, allowing them to part. His huge hands skim up hir thighs, over hir hips in the bunched-up fabric of hir skirt. They come to rest at hir waist, long fingers wrapping around hir ribcage. It isn’t hard to feel the strength in those hands, and s/he gives a small shiver of delight.

“Lie down,” she tells him. To hir surprise, he brings hir with him, lifting hir effortlessly from the branch. Cheeky. But he lies down on his back on the mossy forest floor, and places Jinana so that s/he straddles his chest, his hands moving lightly over hir legs. S/he leans in once more, savoring a long, unhurried kiss. Then she lifts hirself up, bunching the skirt around hir hips and waist as s/he kneels over him, slowly bringing hirself within reach of his waiting mouth.

Turel’s lips are full and soft; his tongue is like an instrument of divinity. He explores hir differently with every caress, seeking out every source of pleasure. Jinana tucks hir skirt into place so s/he can thread hir fingers between his locs, hir hips starting to move of their own volition.

S/he tips hir head back, moaning softly; he needs no further encouragement, no verbal cues. His lips and wonderful tongue move with hir, giving more when the movements of her body demand it, backing off when s/he lifts herself away, drawing it out a little.

But it feels so good that s/he sees no reason to deny hirself for long, and the difference in their sizes frees hir to grind hirself against his face with abandon, moaning aloud with pleasure. His soft answering sounds are so deep that s/he feels them resonate through hir body, and this, too, adds to the sensation. S/he has no idea exactly what it is that he is doing with his tongue, only that it feels incredible. S/he grips the long locs of his head, lost to both moderation and reason as she feels hirself rising and rising, a split second of weightlessness… and then the great breakers of orgasm roll over hir, drowning hir in pleasure. S/he can hear hir own voice crying out, startling some small creature that dashes away through the underbrush.

But that isn’t the end of it; Turel is both patient, and very clever. His hands rest on hir hips, encouraging hir to stay, to take hir pleasure from him again… and again. When Jinana is finally released from the grip of ecstasy for the third time, she can feel hir legs trembling almost uselessly to either side of his head, barely able to hold hir up. After giving a final few kisses to the tender skin of the insides of hir thighs, Turel assists hir to rise.

Jinana laughs at the wobbliness of hir own legs as s/he untucks hir skirt, letting it fall to cover hir once more. S/he seats hirself on the soft moss, urging Turel to rest his head in hir lap. S/he bends down to kiss him once again, upside-down; the sutras of the art of love say that the greatest pleasure of the kiss is when both may kiss the fullness of the lower lip. Jinana cannot resist sinking hir teeth into the plumpness of his lower lip, just a little, before raising hir head again.

Of course, he has been holding his own desire in check, while s/he rode him to hir satisfaction. S/he thinks that s/he would very much like to see him bound in silken ropes, to leisurely play the games of endurance that s/he favors... but alas, the wilds are not ideal for such things. Still, there are other diversions to be had.

“Touch yourself for me,” she murmurs with a smile, arranging the locs around his face with gentle fingers. “I want to see.”

S/he is fairly certain there is nothing s/he could say or ask for that would shock Turel. He gives hir the impression of being… not jaded or weary, but well-experienced, one who has seen it all and still finds wonder in the world.

It’s a lesson s/he could stand to learn.

Jinana bends once more to visit soft kisses to his cheeks and forehead, sharper kisses to his lips and chin, as he eases himself from his clothing to hir view. S/he runs hir hands over his chest, amused by how tiny they appear upon him, feeling the very slight raising of the skin over the tattoos beneath hir fingertips.

S/he continues to visit kisses and caresses as he strokes himself, his eyes finally sliding closed to shut himself in with the sensations. Jinana places kisses here, too, with exquisite lightness, feeling the faint trembling of each shuttered lid under hir lips.

He is quiet in this, too, as in all things. His body moves gently against the ground beneath him, cushioned by the thick moss. Jinana watches, fascinated, a part of hir taking note of what causes him to sigh, to move a little faster (though, as in all things, he is unhurried in this too).

The sounds he makes are quiet, but Jinana feels them transmit themselves through hir thighs, through the very ground. S/he watches his face change with his pleasure, until climax crests through his body, too, shuddering beneath hir hands.

Jinana continues to cradle his head in hir lap as he relaxes, still gifting him those little gestures of affection, because it pleases hir to do so. And when Turel’s eyes open again, s/he smiles down at him.

There is no need for words.

#ask memes answered #lemon #turel #jinana x turel #Giant Forest Cryptid #fullyfunctionalapprentice #smuts!

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gentletwin · 3 years

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Magical Girl @sacchariinity 2: Electric Boogaloo!

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Well — based on the sound of things, Camille’s landed herself in quite the pickle, huh? Not by any fault of her own, of course...it seems like whatever it is that transforms them all every year, it decided that it wasn’t enough to simply transform Camille’s inventory. That would just make life too easy, now wouldn’t it?

Too, Lucas looks on at Camille’s empty pockets with an understanding frown, while Boney, despite an apparent lack of eyes, bounds over to sniff at the nothing in there.

But after one moment laying all of that nothing bare, in the next moment, there is indeed something! Just as she did last year, Camille puts on a display of real magic. Something is definitely different about it compared to her abilities last year, Lucas can feel it, but it’s magic all the same. When the newly conjured strawberry is discarded, Boney takes that as permission to chase after it and claim it for himself. Seems the mushroom where the top half of his head should be isn’t much of a hindrance to him.

While Boney is busy with the strawberry, Lucas is led along to a table elsewhere in the room, and Camille has a request: show her how to do magic!

Ah, Lucas would be happy to oblige...if his “magic” was of the tangible sort. But the closest he could get to producing anything physical was probably PK Freeze. As far as he knew, there was definitely not a PK Candy he could demonstrate.

Hm, but then again...the principles should be the same, right? Brow furrowed in thought, Lucas tilts his head, his newly acquired tail unconsciously swishing behind him. The kind of magic Camille was given isn’t the exact same as PSI, it doesn’t feel quite the same, but maybe he could at least be of some help getting her on the right foot.

❝ See, I dunno if I can turn psychic energy into candy, ❞ he explains, his expression turning apologetic — that probably isn’t what Camille wanted to hear. ❝ But maybe I can still help ya! I mean, it’s gotta be the same idea as PSI, right? You’re just concentrating all your energy into makin’ somethin’. Like, uh... ❞

Oh dear, how to explain this? Kumatora was definitely a better teacher when it came to this kind of stuff...but he’ll try his best. Lucas opens his palm, and a small, hexagonal light appears in his hand, bathing the area around it in a soft, light blue glow. It pulsates and gives off a pleasant, comforting warmth.

❝ Ya really gotta picture it. It’s kinda like...if you imagine a channel in your head, aaall that energy that you’re usin’ to make the PSI happen is goin’ through the channel an’ to your hand. Or, y’know — your foot for a jump, or wherever you gotta point it to make it happen.

❝ I know it probably sounds like a lot, ❞ he adds after a pause, closing his palm to make the small-scale PK Love dissipate. ❝ But once ya get in some practice, it gets easier. I guess instead of picturin’ a fire or even somethin’ like love, you’d be picturin’ candy. I mean — I guess shoutin’ out whatever I’m tryin’ to make never hurt any, but that’s just a thing that kinda helps me out. Ya don’t have to say ❛ PK Candy ❜ or anythin’ like that to make it work. ❞

After what felt like a rather long explanation, Lucas exhales, small frame straightening up in his seat, wings and all. ❝ Your magic probably ain’t exactly the same, but why don’tcha give it a shot? We can work out the kinks once ya get a feel for it. ❞

#I COUNTER YOUR LONG REPLY WITH AN EVEN LONGER REPLY #event: spooky smashing fun #sacchariinity #❀ ; ◜ V. audi famam illius. ◞#❀ ; ◜ CLOSED: there are ants at your feet. please don't continue in that direction. ◞#long post cw

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bitterlikesweets · 3 years

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There’s No Lying About Love

This is a sidlink fic but there’s also a bit of one-sided zelink

It’s around 2000 words

Link doesn’t know how to tell Zelda that there is someone else that he needs to go back to.

He doesn’t know how to admit it, when she’s battered and bruised, looking at him with green eyes so full of affection that he can’t hope to match it. He averts his gaze uneasily, fidgeting with a large silver band attached to his belt--a bracelet that just so happens to belong to a certain prince that he would love to teleport back to as soon as possible.

“Do you remember me?” Zelda asks, and Link bites his tongue because those green eyes narrow as she continues to gaze at him, and they’re gentle and close and unfamiliar.

How is he supposed to tell her? How is he supposed to explain things to her when she’s looking at him like nothing’s changed? Everything has changed for Link. He’s known her as nothing more than a disembodied voice and few scattered memories that barely feel real for months now. He vaguely recalled a few moments here and there from his past life, but they don’t feel like his memories. He saw himself, but it felt like he was witnessing a different person. That stoic and proper knight did not feel like the current Link, the Link who ran around half naked in the woods, swinging tree branches at anything that so much as looked in his direction. The personal knight of Zelda feels so different from the young man who spends his free time climbing mountains and eating mushrooms he finds off the ground.

Those one hundred years turned Link into a different man, but Zelda is the same as she ever was, and the guilt rocks him until he’s unsteady on his feet. When he stumbles away from her, she reaches out to help him, and she smiles as if she knows how he’s feeling, but she doesn’t. He clutches Sidon’s bracelet, hanging low by his waist, and it calms him until he sees Zelda’s eyes follow the movement of his hands.

“Ah,” she says softly. Her gaze lowers, and he suddenly realizes that she is shaking, her eyes barely able to stay open, and his own selfishness pools heavily in his stomach. He feels sick. He’s been thinking nothing but himself, and Zelda is barely hanging on. How has he not thought to let her rest now that the battle is over?

He supposes part of him has thought of her as similar to the goddess whose power she wields, after knowing her as nothing more than that voice, as a far off entity that had been doing the impossible for a century. It’s strange to see her and think of her as a person, a person who is likely exhausted and clearly staring at Link like a maiden in love, even in her tired state.

“My sheikah slate,” she mumbles, her eyelids fluttering. “Perhaps we can…”

She falls forward, and Link is barely quick enough to catch her, and that’s when he realizes that she was never gazing at Sidon’s bracelet in the first place. He shifts to pull her up onto his back, and she feels impossibly light. He wonders when she’s last eaten as he absentmindedly sets his destination on the sheikah slate, and it’s only as the blue light swirls around him that he realizes that in his panic, he’s sent them straight to Zora’s domain.

When her arms flop limply over her shoulders, and he moves her higher on his back so that her bare feet don’t dip in the water surrounding the shrine in the Domain, Link realizes that he’s tired too. His muscles ache and his clothes are torn, and he wants nothing more than to feel Sidon’s cool fingers on his cheeks, the remedy that has healed his mind as many times as Mipha’s powers healed his body. Perhaps that was why he traveled there instead of his home in Hateno; a part of him was searching for the remedy he always used after a tough battle.

But he can’t help but think it was awful timing for him to fall back on his habits. As much as he loves Sidon’s touch, Sidon’s smile, the Zora prince’s presence will do nothing to lessen the guilt currently gnawing at Link’s insides.

As Link slowly makes his way up the steps, the princess on his back, he spies Sidon standing in front of Mipha’s statue in the courtyard, and Link can’t help but silently curse his awful luck. Sidon sees Link immediately, yellow eyes growing wide and then even wider upon noticing who Link carries on his back. Link is sure that Sidon was probably too young when they knew each other to truly recognize her, but Sidon was the one who saw Link off when he marched off to fight Calamity Ganon. Sidon knew enough about the situation to guess.

Or maybe Sidon did recognize her. Maybe a sense of familiarity washed over the prince, from seeing this woman from his childhood again. Maybe Sidon remembered her more than Link did, even with what little memories Link had left still vivid in his mind.

The thought makes the heavy feeling in Link’s stomach burn.

When he sees Link sway, Sidon rushes over, hands outstretched to help Link, as always, but Link pulls back just before they can touch, not sure if he could handle both Sidon and Zelda at once, even with the princess unconscious. Sidon steps back, yellow eyes staring inquisitively down at Link, but Link averts his gaze, instead focusing his gaze on the floor.

“Are you alright, love?”

Link flinches at the name but nods, and with his gaze still stubbornly glued to floor, he misses Sidon’s frown. When the prince speaks again, his voice is softer, more hesitant.

“Is the princess alright?”

Link nods again, shifting her slightly higher on his back.

"I can arrange a bed for her. I'm sure you're tired too."

Link nods again, and when a few of the Zora come to take her away, she clings to Link, small hands balled up in the blue fabric of his dirty Hylian tunic. Link frowns slightly, leaning his head back to look at her, nudging her head with his in the process. She’s still knocked out, but she nuzzles into his touch and Link stiffens, the now familiar feeling of guilt only worsening when he turns and sees Sidon frowning down at him, his hands clasped behind his back.

It’s moments like these when he wishes words came easily to him, but as always, they don’t. So he hangs his head and pries Zelda’s hands off, refusing to watch as the Zora gently whisk her away into the night.

The lack of her physical weight does nothing to lighten Link’s terrible mood and increasing fatigue. He thinks about going to her, waking her up, just to get the likely devastating conversation over with. He thinks of her, waking alone some time tomorrow, wondering why the knight she seems to love so much is not by her side. He thinks of having to tell her that he can’t be by her side, not like she wants him too.

And the heavy liquid guilt in his stomach sways and rocks him because he thinks of how everyone she ever knew and loved is now gone—except for Link, but in a way, he’s gone too.

Link wants to vomit. He physically sways, and Sidon’s large hands come to hold him up by the elbows and Link’s head spins because Hylia, he loves Sidon, and he loves the prince’s smile and the way those hands always treat him like a treasure, like something precious, but at the moment, even that gentle affection feels like it’s too much. Because he’s something precious to too many people, and he looks up to push Sidon back and his eyes lock on Mipha’s statue—

A garbled noise crawls out of his throat—a whimper combined with a shout of distress, a noise that a wounded animal might make. And Sidon smiles down at him. His red hands slide from Link’s elbows to his shoulders. He squeezes, and Link sags beneath the tension.

“You worry too much, beloved,” Sidon says, and his voice is soft, only for Link to hear.

Link’s eyebrows pull sharply downwards as he frowns because clearly he hasn’t worried enough--if he’d thought more about it, he would’ve been more prepared for this. He would have had a speech or a letter ready or something. He would’ve noticed the signs from those brief memories and not been so caught off guard by the look in Zelda’s eyes while they were both at the edge of their sanity, the last of Calamity Ganon’s energy still fading in the air behind them.

“I worried similarly to you,” Sidon said, “at first. After all, my sister was as fond of you as I am.”

Link shrinks beneath Sidon’s gaze, a frown pulling at his lips. Link thought about it back then too. When he met her spirit in the Divine Beasts, his cheek warmed and he spluttered like a fish out of water because Mipha gauged his feelings for Sidon with little more than a glance. It was easier with Mipha, because she knew without him saying.

And because she could not hope for a future between the two of them, but Link often tries not to think of it that way.

“I wondered,” Sidon continued, gently guiding Link to stand in front of Mipha’s statue, “if she would ever forgive me for such a thing. She loved you deeply, and I…”

Sidon’s hands tighten on Link’s shoulders.

“I wasn’t sure what I owed to her, and if that outweighed what I wanted for myself. I’m sure it is harder on you, knowing that you are all the princess has.”

Link’s hands clench into fists at his sides.

“Link,” Sidon says, and his voice is a whisper again, “I love you. And if, someday far in the future, you found someone you loved much more than me, someone who made you happy, I would understand. I would let you go.”

Sidon spins Link around so that they are facing each other, and Link has no idea when Sidon began to kneel, but they are suddenly eye to eye. Sidon slowly reaches for him, cradling Link’s face in his hands.

“And if the princess truly loves you—and if I make you happy—then she, too, will understand.”

Link is still uneasy, but the painful, heavy guilt in his gut abates a bit. He relaxes just enough to lean into Sidon’s touch, to weakly smile back when Sidon flashes him a sharp-toothed grin. He places his hand’s over Sidon’s as the prince continues to cradle his face, humming slightly in appreciation, and Sidon’s grin grows even brighter. When the nervousness and panic begins to slowly fade, Link realizes just how tired he is. He feels the ache in all his muscles from the long fight, from staying up multiple nights throughout that grueling battle. He sags forward and Sidon catches him with a laugh.

“I think that’s enough being Hero of Hyrule for a little while,” Sidon says. “Time to take a break. Be Link for a few days.”

Link wearily shakes his head with a grumble, even as he burrows into the prince’s arms. He thinks of all the things he should do—people he should inform of Calamity Ganon’s demise. He wants to sweep the areas most prone to monsters, and there’s no telling what he will have to do with Zelda to help her rebuild the kingdom.

“The world can wait a few days,” Sidon says firmly. “It waited a hundred years with a great beast fighting for its destruction; it will survive for at least a few days more.”

Link grumbles dissent again, even as Sidon slowly but surely pulls him to the bedroom to rest.

“Alright then. Sir Hero, think of the lover you’ve been neglecting. Surely, spending time with me is part of your many duties?”

Link’s next grunt sounds like a reluctant form of agreement and Sidon grins brightly, sweeping Link off of his feet and cradling the little Hylian close to his chest. Link manages a playful punch to Sidon’s chest before his eyes lip shut, sleep turning his mind into a dizzy haze.

Just before he drifts off, he hears Sidon speak up, but he’s too out of it to truly take in the words.

“Princess Zelda! How long have you been awake?”

“Oh, well… Just long enough, I suppose.”

Link hears a sniffle. Then Sidon’s voice, full of sympathy.

“Your highness…”

“Just… Take care of him, will you?”

“...Of course. You have my word.”

The real world is lost to Link after that, but he dreams a wonderfully pleasant dream. He stands beside Sidon, their hands linked together. And they look up at the sky together. The goddess Hylia looks down upon them, but her face is strangely familiar. Bright green eyes regard the couple fondly, and when she smiles down at Link, he grins brightly up at her in return.

#sidlink #fanfiction

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varric-tethras-editor · 3 years

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Hi there! Do you take random questions for your OCs? If you do, may I ask one?

How's your OCs relationship with food? Are they picky eaters, have they declared war on veggies? Any of them got a sweet tooth? Or do they follow the "if it can be chewed, it can be eaten" philosophy?

-Trivial OC questions anon

HELLO I AM LATE TO REPLY PLS STILL LIKE ME ANON

I will always take Random OC Questions. They give me so much serotonin I love daydreaming about my little pixel people 💖

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Silvhen Mahariel: She CAN'T COOK. She can make 1 thing only: Special Smoked Jerky. Her companions love it and she always has some with her but she cannot make anything else. She is much more adept at hunting/gathering than cooking. She enjoys eating stews, meats, vegetables, grains, or anything from the earth. Modern Band!AU Silvhen is a very natural eater and tries to eat quite healthy. She loves Mediterranean foods and salads that are filled with fun veggies and seeds. She still cannot cook however, so she eats almost exclusively nice takeout foods. She really loves cocktails and wines too! She loves going out with Alistair or friends love going to eat at fun new places in the city! She loves sweets, and has a side-blog/instagram account where she reviews bakeries around Denerim.

Liora Hawke: Eats whatever Orana has made for her family that day. She will eat literally anything. She's definitely more "if it can be chewed, it can be eaten" and she can eat a lot at once time too. She will almost always eat two full plates of food for dinner. When Fenris met her he was very surprised with how much she ate, but she explained how she works hard around the city and it helps give her energy and she encourages him to eat more too because she thinks he's too skinny. Band! AU Liora is also someone who will eat anything. She often smokes Deep Mushroom with Felassan and then they go to the convenience stores and have snack hauls after shows. She loves bar food but her favorite meals are secretly the ones she eats at her friend's houses that are homecooked because with her family being gone she no longer gets any homecooked meals. Both Liora's love liquor. All forms. She's not picky.

Marin Lavellan: Does not eat enough. A chronic symptom she experiences is lack of appetite and because of this Marin often does not give herself enough food. When she eats or cooks she makes simple meals: smoked meats, raw vegetables, nuts or grains, etc. that are simple to make and require little energy/time. When others cook she finds that she really enjoys foods from Antiva as well as Rivain. Fereldan food is a little bland for her, but she knows which herbs and ingredients to use to spice hers up a bit more. Modern Earth Marin would be a big fan of ethnic foods. She loves traveling so she enjoys trying foods from many cuisines and cultures. Her favorite food locations have been Italy, Spain, Morocco, and Singapore. Her favorite restaurant is a little place in the residential city that serves Spanish tapas and has an extensive wine list and house made Sangria.

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THANKS SO MUCH FOR ASKING ME THIS. My answer got a little carried away from me but I had so much fun. These are really entertaining and helpful because it lets me blab about my characters while also establishing them further in ways I might have not imagined. ASK ME MORE PLEASE.

#tw alcohol #tw drugs #not exactly but thedas drugs #still drugs #silvhen mahariel #liora hawke #marin lavellan #dragon age #my ocs #about my ocs #ask #ask answered #food #yeah I put modern marin on earth #while silvhen and liora are in thedas still #I DO WHAT I WANT OKAY #thank you anon I had a blast with this!!!

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bookofmariokingofmaiami · 3 years

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MUSHROOM KINGDOM LIFE BETA PART 2

You probably saw the last one so you know how this works, enjoy chapter 3 and 5. Chapter 4 is the longest one so it didn't fit

lets a go

SUITS

HAMMER SUIT & BOOMERANG FLOWER

The Hammer Suit and Boomerang Flower are less of a household item and more used for military purposes. Very fitting, given the nature of the transformations. These items respectively give the user a semi-unlimited supply of hammers and boomerangs, and increased throwing skill and strength. As such, they are among Fire Flowers in their use among troops, though with the caveat that these items (the Hammer Suits in particular) are rare and costly to produce/cultivate. Scientists in the military fields are at work creating a version of these items that transforms the user entirely into a Hammer or Boomerang Bro, for the purpose of stealth missions and operations behind enemy lines.

BLUE SHELL

The blue shell is a shell like suit wich gives the user the ability to slide like a koopa troopa can wich while is very dizzying it is very strong and resistant making it great for defense and for breaking brick walls, the flying variant isn't wearable and is used in the mushroom kingdom's mushroom kart sport where it flies and stuns the first place for a few seconds, the spikel blue shell is used in the military as front lines and breaking down defenses from enemy kingdoms

BULLET BILL MASK

The bullet bill mask is less of a mask and more of a bullet bill that someone can fit inside, it can fly like a bullet bill and it will fly until it hits something then it explodes, do not worry it is generally made with an highly resilient and hard suit wich protects the user from the explosion,it can be worn as a mask but users say that their neck hurted afterwards, this suit is also used in warfare for reaching the enemy fast

BUZZY SHELL/HELMET

The buzzy shell is a helmet made out of a buzzy bettle shell, it is commercially available for citizens even though it is a piece military equipment, it is used as work helmets in works like construction workers and mining, in warfare it is the standard helmet for soldiers, it is very sturdy and sell for 35 gold coins

CANNON BOX (HELMET AND GLOVE)

The cannon box is a a small box with the mechanism of a airship cannon, it is combined with the superball flower for ammo production, both helmet and glove shoot metal balls at slow yet deadly speeds, the helmet cannon box shoots standard cannon ammo while the glove shoots superballs, it is military equipment so not many legal sellers of this equipment,its military weapons of mid rank soldiers,

CAPE FEATHER

The cape feather is the official name of the super cape, a cape made of super feathers and super leafs, it is very powerful and gives the user the ability to fly and the cape can be swung to hit enemies and stun them,the power cape started production in dino island, it's not very common and isn't a piece of military equipment, while it can be bought you need a flying license to use it like all other flight items,some say the first edition of the cable was covered in liquid pownon wich would explain the earthquakes that happened when the item was first introduced

DRY BONES SHELL

The undead have some interesting properties, the shell of a dry bones is very hard and lava proof, because of the fact that is lava proof is why many lava boats use dry bones shells as the main platform, it is also used as "armor" but it's not recommended as dry bones armor is well hard to make and just dont work,it can be used to hide from other dry bones by entering it upside up

FROG SUIT

The frog suit was the mushroom kingdom's main swimming suit for deep sea exploration for many decades until the creation of the penguin suit,it gives the user a huge improvement in swimming ability and also gives water breathing abilities,even now with the new penguin suit it Is still used regularly amd is considered one of the greatest water items ever, the suit is commercially sold for 125 gold coins in the mushroom kingdom and 200 exported

GIGA BELL

The giga bell is an item native from the cat islands,it is an ancient shrine that turns whoever touches it (after the giga bell has recharged) into a giga cat version of themselves, it gives abilities similar to the super bell and the extra size of concentrated mega mushroom extract, it is not legal to remove the giga bell's from the island and doing so you will be fined 3000 gold coins,the giga bell's where used to fight off fury bowser during the cat island catastrophe

GOOMBA MASK

Goombas are bowser's frontline soldiers, while the weakest they are very voracious and dangerous, but not very smart and the goomba mask shows it, the goomaba mask is a helmet shaped like a goomba head made of mushrooms, goombas are easily tricked by this oversized goomba head wich while not great for infiltration missions in many koopa locations, it was used in some infiltration missions in goomba filled bases

GOOMBA SHOE

While the goombas in the koopa kingdom arent very smart doe to the lack of schools the goombas from other kingdoms have good education and the goomba shoe was invented by a goomba, it uses pownon to make giant shoe wich can be entered and used, the goomba shoe is very strong and can be used to smash enemies, the flying variety flies like a charm using pownon both liquid and gas and also wings for changing the direction

ICE SKATE (VEHICLE)

The ice skate (vehicle) is another object created by the goomba university, it similarly to the goomba shoe is an oversized footwear wich now is used as an vehicle, it works as a ice vehicle for snowy biomes as it was designed for snow and ice use as it is very fast while used in the snow,its used in many ice villages and locations as the main transporting vehicle on said location

INVINCIBILITY BELL

The invincibility bell like all the other super bell variants creates a suit like thing around the user made of magical cat fur wich is made of magic and not cat,the invincibility bell is covered by super star dust and mini star paint, these 2 celestial oddities cause the invincibility bell to make the user invincible for 30 seconds before it runs out, after running out it becomes like any other super bell,it is quite rare so many don't use it and use it as decoration

LIGHT BOX

The light box is an mechanism wich works like a flashlight but it's the size of a head and is a box, it is also wearable, the light emitted from the flashlight is bright and energy efficient, it can light up whole rooms with its powerful glow, it also emits an light that undead are allergic to, it can stun anything if turned on too fast and boos will temporarily die, these lights are used in cave exploration and containing ghosting outside of haunted area

LUCKY BELL

The lucky bell is a variant of the super bell know for being similar to the tanuki suit as the user besides the normal super bell abilities it also gives the user to turn into a statue, but instead of being made of stone and depicting the tanuki version of the user, it is made of gold and depicts a lucky cat version of the user, it is said those who encounter it gain eternal luck wich with the fact it's rare makes it one of the most expensive bell commercially available at 500 coins

LUIGI CAP

The luigi cap is the hat worn by the brother of famous mario jumpman mario ||, luigi, while he is awesome and his hat is too, we are talking about the luigi disguise cap, a disguise cap developed by the smartest people in the koopa kingdom, it turns the user in a perfect copy of luigi wich was used for infiltration, it fooled the mushroom kingdom multiple times but probably wasent realy useful because luigi doesn't go to the locations they wanted to infiltrate so they didn't allow the impostors to enter

MARIO CAP

The cap worn by mushroom kingdom hero mario Mario || is one of the most well known hats, but we are talking about the koopa developed mario disguise hat, this high tech hat turns the user into a perfect copy of mario, wich when it was created was a big problem sinse mario is one of the highest member of the mushroom kingdom government making so impostors were able to go to high defense locations easily, many technologies and info was stolen and the following years where full of chaos and high tech machines in bowser's hands

METAL CAP

The metal cap is a mushroom kingdom developed high tech cap wich turns the user into living metal, this metal version is very strong and durable, it is used in seafloor exploration as the metal man body dosent need oxygen and the weight pulls the user down, it is not advised to use it on the middle of the ocean because the most optimal way to get back on land is climbing up close to land floor,once a unamed toad got stuck on the seafloor for a whole year

P-WING (POWER WING)

The power wing is an set of wings made of bird feathers, mushroom cloth, and pownon gas, it gives the user the ability to fly, unlike the usual super leaf the pwing doesn't lose flight power over time making for indefinitely flight, it is very rare thought because it is very hard to make, it also explodes after a few weeks of use doe to the pownon gas turning into liquid because of extreme use

PENGUIN SUIT

The penguin suit is a better version of the well known swimming equipment known as frog suit, the penguin suit not only gives the user faster movement speed, it also gives the user the ability to slide like a penguin with much control for super fast movement, it also has the effects of an ice flower, the penguin suit has been the new main swimming gear sinse 2009 when it was first developed, it is a bit expensive by 175 coins locally and 300 internationally

PROPELLER BOX

The proppeller box was the mushroom kingdom answer to technologically advance flying gear for citizens before the discovery to how to cultivate proppeller mushroom effectively, it is still found and used today but is much more rarer than decades ago where it was used everywhere, it is still used and manufactured in the sprixie islands where the proppeller mushroom isn't viable for cultivation doe to the unique soil of the land

SPINY SHELL/HELMET

The Sony helmet is the much spikier variety of the helmet, the helmet is unlike the non spike variety it isn't sold for citizens, it is the standard helmet for mid to high ranking officials and soldiers, it is made out of spinies the buzzy beetle's spike cousins,it is very durable and any attempt of using shoes will fail,the spikes can break through many tipes of objects making it good for offence as well, the spikes are also used to make spears

SUPER BELL

The super bell is an object native to the sprixie kingdom and cat island, when used it makes a suit like clothes giving the user cat like abilities such as sharp claw attack, cat dive and climb, this item is loved between cat lovers and normal people alike,it is very common and easy to manufacture making it cheap, it is made of a strange transformative metal found in abundance in the sprixie kingdom and many asteroids also have this metal, wich leads many to believe there where somekind of interstellar asteroid hit the area resulting in the abundance of these metals and green stars

SUPER CROWN

Before anything else, the rumor spreaded throughout the world that says that whoever wears it turns into a "peachfied version" of themselves is not true, the super crown is to the mushroom species what royal honey is to bees, it turns any member of mushrom sapient species's will turn into a mushroom princess, it happens if the princess hasn't gotten an heir when they reach the age of 40, of course peach the current leader is not dead so these candidates arent yet princesses, but they are put in high ranks, as the number of super crowns goes down the new candidates are set

TANUKI SUIT

The tanuki suit an suit made of mushroom cloth and super leaf's, it gives the user the ability to fly like the super leaf but it also gives the user to turn into a stone statue version of themselves wich can not be broken,it was developed in sarasaland where the super leaf is native to,the tanuki suit is one of the most well known of these magical suits and was used in many battles as stone statues are a staple decoration in castles wich makes hiding easy

VANISH CAP

The vanish cap is one of many high tech hats developed by the mushroom kingdom science institute (m.k.s.i), it was developed to give people the ability to go invisible and go trough wall with none of the side effects of the boo mushroom or just dying, this hat is transparent and when activated makes the user temporarily invisible with the ability to go trough walls, the prototype was stored in one of peaches castles wich was useful in the the 1996 invasion where mario used it to rescue peach, 2 years later is was finished and a few years ago it got a green light for being allowed to commercially sell copies of this hat

WARIO CAP

Wario is one of the richest man in the mushroom kingdom and is considered by many as a vilain sinse he did use his wealth to try and take over sarasaland, fornutally he was stopped but that doesn't means he ain't rich, that's why when the luigi and mario disguise caps where made bowser also made a wario disguise hat to steal this wealth wich lead to over 37 million gold coins being stolen from many of warios vaults, a gold statue of wario also went missing

WING

The wing or as many call it super wing is the first man made power up way back in 1986, it's a set of wings wich can be attached to the back of clothes that gives the user the ability to fly, of course doe to the inexperience of making power ups of the time makes it very weak and breaks after a few minutes of use wich depending when it breaks can be realy dangerous so the production of super wings stoped in 1987 and stoped selling in 1988, it now very rare and expansive

WING CAP

The wing cap is another high tech hat developed by the mushroom kingdom science institute (m.k.s.i) this hat utilizes concentrated gas pownon to give the user the ability to fly in definitely as long you can get enough momentum,it like any other flight power up it requires a flying license to use it, it like the other hats where stored in one of peaches castles wich helped mario in the 1996 invasion, however this one took the longest to develop and was only released in 2012

WINGS

Not to be confused to the super wing, the super wings was a second try by the creators of the super wing also known as the special company, for a feather based flying power up, it is way better than the super wing it wasn't very successful because of the many flying already around, by the time it was released in 2004 other items like the super leaf and super cape where already widely spreaded and cultivated and this wings is still very crappy, and also their only successful product was way more known wo that's another reason for its failure

YOSHI WINGS

The yoshi wings is the special company's only succes and is why the company hasn't gone bankrupt yet, the yoshi wings is an accessory for the Yoshisaur Munchakoopas species also known as just yoshi, the yoshi wings can be worn by yoshi's to give them the ability to fly, the reason why it wasent a failure is the use of super feathers instead of normal feathers with small balloons of pownon they usually use, this item is a success and many yoshi's and yoshi owners love this item

OTHER PLANTS

DOUBLE CHERRY

Double Cherries are originally native to the Sprixie Kingdom, but imports have led to a native supply beginning to grow in carefully cultivated orchards in the Mushroom Kingdom. The duplicative effects of these fruits has found great use in the agricultural industry, and fertilizer created from the pits is able to double or even triple the natural yield of many crops. Double Cherries have also had a recent popularity surge among some sports clubs for the twist they can add to the game

BLIMP FRUIT

The blimp fruit is one of 3 magical fruits discovered by mario jumpman mario || during the second mushroom intergalactic expedition, this fruit like the power flower is an natural producer of pownon, unlike the power flower instead of constantly releasing the gas the plant stores the pownon in these fruits, it causes a very similar effect to inhaling the pownon-gas from p balloons but in species like yoshi it becomes twice as powerful making the user float for a long amount of time, It can be grown on the mushroom planet but it takes some time to be grown

BULB BERRY

This fruit like the blimp fruit was discovered during the second intergalactic expedition, this berry is an glowing yellow fruit that grows on bushes, this fruit produces light and bioluminescence liquid,this glowing berry is very delicious and in its purest form makes the user glow temporarily, this fruit can only grow in dark places and will only start glowing after being plucked out of the bush,this fruit is a great light source so some adventurers have some in case they find themselves in somewhere dark

SUPER CARROTS

The super carrot is an species of carrot with magical properties wich first became popular in the early 90s, this carrot tastes like any regular carrot with a hint of super leafs, this carrot carrot makes bunny ears appear in the use4s head and said ears also gives the user the ability to float like a super leaf would do,this carrot can be grown anywhere and is a ingredient in many foods and dishes, in 2001 a super carrot powered sewing machine was made……...for some reason

DASH PEPPER

The dash pepper is the last magical fruit discovered in the second intergalactic expedition, this pepper like fruit is currently the spiciest pepper in the universe, not only is it realy spicy making so many dishes uses it for spiciness, it also has high amounts of energy wich transfers to the user giving them "super speed" for 30 seconds, during this time the user will be able to go up walls and walk on water, it can be grown in any soil except rocky and star soil

INVINCIBILITY LEAF

This rare variant of the super leaf can only be grown in concentrated star soil wich currently is only found in the star road but artificial ones are being tested, this leaf gets its yellow and white coloring from the stardust of the stas soil and the white from ministars found around the star road, because of the concentrated stardust it has a similar effect to the super star and the effects of a super leaf, this rare plant is pretty expensive costing as much as 2 power star or 500 coins

PIRANHA PLANT POT

Piranha plants are vicious plants that consume meat and will try and kill anything that gets in its way ……...why not make it into a pet?, as bad that may sound it actually works, from 2005 trough 2013 scientists from the mksi worked on a smaller less dangerous version of the piranha plant, the Potted piranha plant is way smaller and less dangerous and is considered a pet, theyre very cute and lovely, they eat plant food but any kind of meat works too

STATUE LEAF

The statue leaf is a subspecies of the super leaf but with the statue magic from a tanuki suit, this plant appears to be made of rock and can only grow underground, this leaf is rare and scarce and many people who owns one use it as decoration but if you were to it it has the same taste as a super leaf but crunchy, the seeds make great tea and drinks, this item is found all over the world specially in super trees

SUPER LEAF

The super leaf is the most famous flying power up of all time, this plant is the leafs of a super tree or tanuki tree, because of that one tree can make up to 2000 super leafs a month, it makes for great tea soup and can be used as spices in many dishes, in its purest power form it makes a racoon tail grow wich js very strong and can be used as a weapon, it also gives the user the ability to fly for certain amount of time and the flight power was extracted to make battleship flight generators used at the time and even to this day with the rise of pownon it is still used

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mypoisonedvine · 4 years

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Helping Hand - Chapter 3 (Jaskier x Reader)

(Chapter 1) (Chapter 2)

Taglist: @100percentamess @mytinybaguette @platinum-meadow33 @wackiekebab @littlest-mushroom plus presumptuously tagging a few people who were interested @ladylizzieofdarbyshire @lilredbird101 @inmaidjan

Even though it’s been months since I started this series... even though no one’s requested Jaskier in forever... even though this is probably the least impactful thing I’ve ever written... I finished it! I hope it lives up to all the waiting you poor people had to tolerate!

“Are you awake?” you heard Geralt’s voice somewhere far away. You mustered all your energy to nod your head, but couldn’t open your eyes all the way. You felt like you were somewhere between sleep and waking, and it made you unsure if this was actually happening or some strange dream. “You’ve been asleep for nearly two days,” he explained. “Seems like the past week is finally catching up with you.”

You tried to speak but you were too weak, only soft groans emerging.

“Get some more rest. Maybe you won’t remember this conversation when you wake up. Maybe you won’t remember any of what’s happened…” he trailed off.

You fell back asleep, though you fought with all your might to stay awake.

You woke up and this time you actually felt well-rested, like you could just get up and walk around. You didn’t quite yet, just savoring the feeling of satisfaction, something you had forgotten about from your condition. You knew the curse had been lifted, it was like night and day with how you felt now.

Of course, though your body was well, your mind was not so well. You’d told Jaskier than you loved him, and hadn’t been around to hear a response. Your odds didn’t seem so good though, with the whole ordeal of him being entirely sure that you were delusional. Some of the things he’d said gave you hope, though. It was all sort of a blur now- you remembered thinking that maybe he loved you, too, but you couldn’t actually remember why you’d thought that.

There was a mug of water by your bed and you chugged it all in one go, so desperately thirsty after sleeping through the past few days. You were thankful that this thirst could be quenched so easily: you wouldn’t take that for granted again.

You heard the sound of pacing outside the door, and just from the way the footsteps sounded, you knew it was Jaskier. Geralt didn’t seem the type to anxiously pace, anyhow.

“Jaskier? Are you out there?” you called out. The footsteps stopped, but no answer. You frowned. “Let me try that again: Jaskier, I know you’re out there.”

The door opened and he peered in with a sheepish smile. “Are you alright?” he asked, but before you could answer, he added “You look better. Not so exhausted.”

“I think the curse lifted. Actually, I know it did,” you told him.

“Oh, well, that’s-- good,” he stuttered. He started to turn to leave.

“Hey! Come back,” you instructed. He turned back and you patted a space beside you on the bed for him to sit. He looked a little pained but he did it.

“You’re feeling well then,” he continued.

“Yes. I could probably sleep for another day if I wanted, but yeah, I feel… good. Normal,” you told him. He looked at the floor.

“Yeah, I guess it really wore you out.”

You wore me out, in the best possible way, you replied internally.

“Mm-hmm,” you answered instead.

“You’re sure it’s gone? You don’t… long for me?”

“If I do,” you replied softly, “it’s not because of any curse.”

He smiled weakly, as if you were making a joke.

“Right, well, anyways--” he started to stand up.

“You think I didn’t mean what I said. That it was part of the curse, too,” you posited.

He sat back down but didn’t look at you.

“When I said that I needed you, I meant that. And when I said that you were the best sex I’d ever had,” you tried not to blush as you remembered, “I meant that.”

“Well, it was only the best because you were all hopped up on magic,” he mumbled.

“No, Julian, when I said that… I was talking about the other time.”

He turned back to you with a raised eyebrow.

“The pub in Cintra. That was the best,” you clarified.

You expected him to make some sort of statement on that but he was silent.

“And when I said that I loved you,” you continued, “it wasn’t the curse. Saying it was how I broke the curse.”

“How long?” he asked, his voice coming out somewhat hoarse. You swallowed.

“A long time. I didn’t realise it until it was almost too late. But a long, long time,” you sighed.

"Good to know," he said wistfully, looking out the window.

"You're not going to… say anything about that?”

“I want to let you rest,” he defended.

“I can’t rest until you tell me if you feel the same way,” you said sternly. “I’m ready for the truth. Even if it’s that you want nothing to do with me.”

He looked at you with wide eyes. “Nothing to do with you? You’re my best friend!”

“Isn’t that exactly why you don’t love me?”

He looked away, and you looked to the floor as well. You just wished he would get it over with.

“After all this, I can’t believe that’s what you think this is about.”

You rolled your eyes. “Damn it Jask, I really don’t have the energy for this crypticism, alright?”

“I love you. Of course I do,” he said, shaking his head in disbelief, “did you… did you really not know?”

You had never been so ecstatic and irritated simultaneously. “Do I look like someone in the know?”

He laughed. “No, I suppose not.”

“Lay next to me, won’t you?”

He slipped in under the covers next to you and your heart fluttered. How had you managed to jump this man’s bones when now he made you feel like a ditzy schoolgirl? Clearly the curse had dulled your nerves.

His arms wrapped around you and you tucked your head under his chin.

“It was awful to have you so close and know that it was all just a spell,” he sighed. “Or, think that it was all a spell. I mean, the sex was great, but I’m glad we can just talk for a bit.”

"Me too. And it was awful to have you so close and know that it was all just a favor."

“I can’t believe you thought for a moment that I had altruistic motivations,” he chuckled.

The weeks went by quickly, and you were sure you’d never been so happy. Not that Jaskier had that much competition to be your best boyfriend, with the resume of garbage you had behind you.

It was nothing like how you’d been when you were cursed. He was sweet, attentive, and you actually had learned a little patience. That said, you were getting a little antsy with the lack of intimacy. Since your little love-confession-meets-fainting-spell, he hadn’t taken you to bed once. You’d told yourself to just let it happen naturally, but you were starting to fear there was something wrong with you-- or him, but most likely you.

You really didn’t want to have a conversation about this, but you wanted to make sure everything was alright. You still put it off for quite some time anyways.

You stepped into his room carefully, watching him pick at his lute, which he quickly set aside when he saw you. He must have been able to tell instantly by your eyes that you were concerned.

“Darling, what’s wrong?” he asked as you took a spot beside him on the mattress.

“Jaskier, you’ve been a bit… distant,” you began.

“Yeah,” he agreed, “and I haven’t had sex with you.” You choked a bit. “Er, yeah, I was getting to that part. If you’re waiting for me to drag you into a closet,” you smirked, “I don’t do that anymore. Reclaiming a bit of my former classiness.” “No, I just…” he sighed, “I’m not sure I can compete with… myself?” You gave him a confused look.

“You see, before, you were under the effects of this ridiculous curse and it made everything so great and, I’m just not sure I can do that all again. I’d hate to disappoint you.”

You laughed at that suggestion. “I wouldn’t worry about that.”

If telling someone not to worry about something made them not worry about it, the world would be a different place than it currently is. However, it did soothe him a little; enough, even, to make love to you that night.

The way he touched you, without the fever, without the delirium... it was something entirely unexpected. Every time you'd had him before, even the non-magically-enhanced time in Cintra, was at least somewhat quick and needy and fierce. You'd loved that, but it made it easier then to run from your true feelings. Now he was unraveling you with such delicacy that you were forced to confront the love you'd hidden for so long.

“Gods, I love you,” you groaned as if you couldn’t stop the words from spilling forth.

"Hmm, say it again," he requested softly.

"I love you," you whispered back.

He smiled-- no, beamed-- as he leaned down to kiss the shell of your ear.

"One more time, just for good measure."

"Jaskier, I love you," you whimpered, "and if you deny me your touch a moment longer I may lose my mind."

"I've seen you lose your mind," he recalled, “it’s gorgeous.”

“Sweaty, desperate and begging?” you grimaced.

“Exactly,” he smiled. “But that’s not what I want from you now. No begging. I’ll give you what you need. Don’t ask me for anything, please. Just let me love you. I’ll make it worth your while.”

You smiled. “You’d better.”

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